Fustrated Fustration
If anyone asks me wheres the best place to shop, Ill tell them its Vietnam. Because you can get everything custom made there for nearly nothing, and its good work too. Saigon is just too much fun, and I absolutely love it. The day before last, we went to the Chinatown area (Cholon), and I was absolutely bowled over by the amount of activity going on. Everyone was busting their asses working and making something, from clothing to bricks to electrical parts. And it had been lunch time, so the entire area had been out on the streets eating (Literally, on little pull out plastic stools and tables, the sort of size they normally have when you were back in Kindergarten). People watching is just about the most entertaining thing in Saigon (nearly on par with fantastic French meals for under thirty bucks in quaint little street-side cafes). The people there have their busy meters turned on high, and in all honesty, unless they were agent orange victims, you dont see very many beggars on the street. For a place like Vietnam where the average income is (I think) $800 per annum in the city, it has very few beggars. Everyone at least tries to sell you something. Im personally still more partial to Hanoi for a holiday (I love tripping over all the people selling food on the street. Their all about thigh level, sitting on stools that are no higher then a foot, with their equipment and produce hanging on either side of a bamboo rod) but if youre scouting around for business ops, Saigon is it.
Enough of that.
I came back about early evening last night and went over to Gregs place for a drink. Were allright now I suppose, but its been a month, and things are a little awkward. It will take some time for me to get used to him again, I suppose. The thing is I dont really want to try to make things work. I never did. I like hanging out with him when Im free, and thats that.
After much thought, I have decided I suffer from some kinda sexual frustration. Its not like Im not getting enough (duh) or that Im getting more then I bargain for. Its just that the sexual relationships are bloody never the way Id like them to be. Exactly. But I suppose thats no different then saying Im romantically frustrated because Im not consumed by the sort of love I want.
I should write a book titled We Will All Die Unsatisfied.
Why is the orgasm such a big friggin deal to guys (both yours and his). (And if His), why do some of them take forever to come. And why do condoms make some dicks go limp. And why do they always like to eat pussy and fiddle with her until shes bloody irritated.
In the most recent season of SATC, after Miranda got married and went on a honeymoon with her hubby (cant remember his name), there was a scene of her in the forest calling Carrie on the last two bars of her mobile phone, asking her desperately for some semblance of intelligent conversation. Essentially, Miranda was going bonkers trapped in the middle of a nature reserve with a crazy guy that tried to fuck her all the darned time. And there was no time for anything else but sex, not like there was much else to do. But I have and that feeling before, more times then I would like to remember, and it is one of the most claustrophobic feelings in the whole wide world.
You can tell them all that, and they will say they understand, and promise not to force it, but its all bullshit. The next time you say youre not in the mood, they get upset, disappointed and whats wrong, dont you like it? What am I doing wrong, oh lets try something else, Ill make sure you enjoy yourself And before you know it, their face is buried between your legs.
Well, youre not doing anything wrong, aside from the fact that too much, is wrong.
xoxox
If anyone asks me wheres the best place to shop, Ill tell them its Vietnam. Because you can get everything custom made there for nearly nothing, and its good work too. Saigon is just too much fun, and I absolutely love it. The day before last, we went to the Chinatown area (Cholon), and I was absolutely bowled over by the amount of activity going on. Everyone was busting their asses working and making something, from clothing to bricks to electrical parts. And it had been lunch time, so the entire area had been out on the streets eating (Literally, on little pull out plastic stools and tables, the sort of size they normally have when you were back in Kindergarten). People watching is just about the most entertaining thing in Saigon (nearly on par with fantastic French meals for under thirty bucks in quaint little street-side cafes). The people there have their busy meters turned on high, and in all honesty, unless they were agent orange victims, you dont see very many beggars on the street. For a place like Vietnam where the average income is (I think) $800 per annum in the city, it has very few beggars. Everyone at least tries to sell you something. Im personally still more partial to Hanoi for a holiday (I love tripping over all the people selling food on the street. Their all about thigh level, sitting on stools that are no higher then a foot, with their equipment and produce hanging on either side of a bamboo rod) but if youre scouting around for business ops, Saigon is it.
Enough of that.
I came back about early evening last night and went over to Gregs place for a drink. Were allright now I suppose, but its been a month, and things are a little awkward. It will take some time for me to get used to him again, I suppose. The thing is I dont really want to try to make things work. I never did. I like hanging out with him when Im free, and thats that.
After much thought, I have decided I suffer from some kinda sexual frustration. Its not like Im not getting enough (duh) or that Im getting more then I bargain for. Its just that the sexual relationships are bloody never the way Id like them to be. Exactly. But I suppose thats no different then saying Im romantically frustrated because Im not consumed by the sort of love I want.
I should write a book titled We Will All Die Unsatisfied.
Why is the orgasm such a big friggin deal to guys (both yours and his). (And if His), why do some of them take forever to come. And why do condoms make some dicks go limp. And why do they always like to eat pussy and fiddle with her until shes bloody irritated.
In the most recent season of SATC, after Miranda got married and went on a honeymoon with her hubby (cant remember his name), there was a scene of her in the forest calling Carrie on the last two bars of her mobile phone, asking her desperately for some semblance of intelligent conversation. Essentially, Miranda was going bonkers trapped in the middle of a nature reserve with a crazy guy that tried to fuck her all the darned time. And there was no time for anything else but sex, not like there was much else to do. But I have and that feeling before, more times then I would like to remember, and it is one of the most claustrophobic feelings in the whole wide world.
You can tell them all that, and they will say they understand, and promise not to force it, but its all bullshit. The next time you say youre not in the mood, they get upset, disappointed and whats wrong, dont you like it? What am I doing wrong, oh lets try something else, Ill make sure you enjoy yourself And before you know it, their face is buried between your legs.
Well, youre not doing anything wrong, aside from the fact that too much, is wrong.
xoxox
plissken77:
I don't know much about people. I dont know much about sex. i've had my fair share. I dont know why its such a big deal. Well thats a lie. i do know cause its the best feeling in the world. physical that is. You need to find a guy who gets just as excited at the posablity of an emotional stimulation. Sometimes thats just as good. And they do exist those type of people. I gaurantee it.
judas:
i do not enjoy oral sex (receiving) unless i'm zonked out tired. i like to move around too much, kiss, touch body parts, and getting my pussy all licked just makes it so i have only that to concentrate on. it's both too much stimulation and not enough. but if i'm exhausted, it's fucking awesome... and i generally stop being tired pretty quick.