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So: I'm taking a break from surfing, from perusing this fine website. Not to be dramatic, of course; I have no beef nor "beef" with SG, nor erotica, nor internet pornography. This is not a typical "I'm leaving the internet" rant. Rather, following the events of the summer, I am refocusing my effort. Where last I wrote regularly -- in an almost proto-blogger fashion...
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vine:
Oh... Thank you so much for the nice comment on my new set!!
kora:
Thank you for the lovely coment on my set <3
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So, this predates my involvement with Suicidegirls, as a paid subscriber by two years, as one aware of the phenomenon by a little over a year. It's an ancient story, then, especially in the internet age of accelerated time, but it explains a lot why I fell on the crutch of erotica & strip-clubs for my feminine affection (in the former case, merely fantasy; in the latter, almost just that, but at least they were bodily...
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atlea:
Thanks for thelove!
properpiper:
Thanks for commenting on my set!
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It started March 2008. I cannot recall the day, middle of the month, though -- not quite my birthday -- & I were at work. Doing the data-entry, appointment-check-in grind, staring at a computer -- when my eyes filmed over. Particularly, the right eye; just a grey, quiksilver, almost, blotchiness across my field of vision. Largely to the right, I figured it right eye -- might have been left?

I don't know.

Went to the doctor, to have the event considered. Chalked it up to an ocular migraine, & indeed, seemed simple enough: had lain down on a leather sofa a coupla stories up, had a styrofoam cup of water, trouble seemed to dissipate.

Of course, at the doctor, on this occasion, my blood pressure started to run high. Systolic reading in the high 140s, into the 150s. (At my initial consult with the MD, March '04, I distinctly recall 120/80, or maybe 124/76. High-normal, but not problematic.) & over the next year, I tried to regulate my pressure. Cut out Taco Bell -- all the sour cream! -- & still havn't had it more than two years on. My frequent usage of the Dollar Menu, which started off around the time of the Tigers '06 World Series appearance, & after I had gotten squared away in my own third floor flat (after eighteen months or so in a town-house with two roommates) only a block & an half from a Mickey D's, dropped off.

I still have yet to fully kick the Golden Arches.

Did these, kept up my active lifestyle, two jobs, lots of time out of the house, but blood pressure didn't decrease. It spiralled upward to the heavens, & an episode of light-headedness around end of February 2009, right before a fairly major trip to Alaska & then the West Coast, culminated in a reading of 173/121. Just exorbitant.

I went on blood pressure medication (Benazopril, 10 mg, once a day).

I coincided this diagnosis with guilt. I was not thirty, hadn't even gotten within a year's breath of it, & I was on blood pressure meds. I felt bad for my mother: after she had raised me right, fed me with homemade dinners & balanced lunches (at least thru the start of middle-school, when I first went to public school & had the option of hot-lunch; the parochial school...
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vale:
ooh yep.. is sad, don`t?
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i hope make a new set soon wink
cheers kiss
lynx:
Thank you for the much appreciated love on my new set "Stand by".

xxx
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Huzzah! I have chosen, finally, to drop some science -- I should say "ignorance" -- on the mass of people NOT reading my blog. It's about time... & of necessity. I meant to post something similar, but mostly, the incident in question, to the wondrous CRAIG'S LIST MISSED CONNECTION. Would be my third, but first legitimate such posting. (Previously, I have extolled the butch lesbians of my upper Midwest hometown, the first a patron of the Walgreen's on Farwell & Brady whom I saw stepping into her Lexus or Mitsubishi, the second a patron of a bar I sometimes attend.) Alack, I have misplaced my CL password, & cannot obtain a new one due to the phone number I supplied to receive new sign-in being committed to another account. (My own.) But such is life. I prolly wouldn't have gotten anywhere with Corinne anyway.



[This is from an e:mail to a correspondent of mine on OkCupi. We befriended each other internetically in April '05, & though we've never actually met, we maintain sporadic, amiabile discourse. She is also recently married, so quite willing to give dating advice. -- ajs]

So, the evening's story: NYE, I opened at the cineplex -- this year, for the first in my seven years at my nine-to-five, I was off the Eve as well the Day -- & stayed 'til 5.00 pm, 5.30. Afterward, drove over to my mother & stepfather's, ate some cheese & crackers, drank a Coca-Cola Zero, & talked about the news & the year that were. Got out of there about 6.30, 6.45, & went back to my flat. Stripped out of my work-clothes, read a magazine, napped, & up at nine. Showered, put on a nice pair of denim long-pants & button shirt, & drove to the near-by, newly-christened Cafe Hollander location in the Tosa Village (diablosrojos.us). Read there would be karaoke there, & having caught the bug to embarass myself at such while in Toronto -- two nites, at one Irish bar, did Andrew W.K.'s "Party Hard", then Tenacious D's "Fuck Her Gently" -- I figured, why not take my shamelessness local? I don't have any friends to lose, anyway...

So, I did. But when I got there, the singing hadn't begun, so I took a table on the opposite side of the bar from where the 'oke dj would set up & had a cup of chili, some fries, & two hot-toddies & part of one Strongbow Cider. Also tried to pip up to the off-duty bar-staff & their friends/sig-others playing Scrabble just behind & talking amongst themselves. Alack, I was not cool enough for their sceneasta circle-jerk.

Damn me.

But my nite was not lost. 10.30 pm, I hear the music playing (Fernando). The tones were dulcet (Fernando). So, I picked up my Strongbow & took a seat in the back. Ended up getting chatted up by a couple there with about eight, nine other people, & they tried to talk me into singing Tom Petty. (No dice. But more on that, later.) Did commit to sing, though. Didn't go up 'til after the cajolers had departed, shortly before midnite's strike.

Too, in the space between venturing over, & singing, I struck up what I hoped would be more than a conversation (Fernando... I mean, Mr Jones) with whom I have to presume the only unattached member of the party of 11 or so. Doll named Corinne, 26, teacher at a parochial campus (& Polish Catholic (a favourite of mine, more the Polish than the Catholic, though Cath is cool too)), with either a master's or almost to that point. She was a little thick, but in that, quite chesty, with a low-cut top... & even better, no obvious underwear. Her unbelted jeans were sagging down the bum, revealing a rather tantalizing length of crack... & I was hoping I could well be in.

Not in the butt, mind you -- I've actually never done anal, though I have done analingus & fingering of same locale -- but in, in general. Get some New Year's strange &/or dates in the New Year.

We did seem to hit it off, though maybe we only shared a love of Strongbow -- she was drinking it well before I met her, & I, well before meeting her -- but whatever. We talked, shared biographic data, & when it came time for me to sing (ABBA (!) -- "Dancing Queen") she joined me, even though her voice had been taxed by at least four previous performances, including "Goodbye, Earl" (a filthy, filthy, awesome song), something from Lady Gaga, & Tom Petty's "American Girl".

I was having about as much success chatting up a broad as I had had back in April '05, chatting up two sisters from Eau Claire, Emily, 23, & Kelly, 20, undergrads at the time at UW-Milwaukee, taking a break from studying for finals at Comet Cafe toward close. & after my & Cori's sort-of duet, sitting down, I proffered (creepily, I'm sure, even I didn't want to be), "How 'bout a nite-cap?"

Shortly thereafter, she went to the bathroom with her mates, including her older sister, but reminded me not to leave, they'd be coming back. & they did. But I did nothing. Even when she demuringly but obviously turned back to me, smiled, & gave a little wave as she left with the other seven or eight in her pary.

Didn't even ask for her number. Didn't even think she'd give me a wrong/fake number, let alone a real one.

Did I blow it? Did I demonstrate a certain self-loathing &/or misogyny, with my perception of myself & how the opposite sex views its potential for amour?

Help me, Ea. I'm an aging nobody, & I can't get laid.

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crystalle:
Hi there biggrin
dwam:
Thanks for your lovely comment on my set kiss
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Let's escape the Nazis (strike-thru)... I mean, ticket-control, together:


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jaime:
No. I don't do drugs. I'm a criminal justice student; I'd be a hypocrite. wink
pixel:
Thanks very much for the comment on my set Sir, it made me grin and blush simultaneously blush
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Fericit Martisor, femeie frumoase... But just remember --

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hazzard:
Loved your comment on my set wink thanks doll xxx
embla:
define cool? honestly I dont like "cool" people, especially people who "knows how cool others belive they are". ;P I guess age really is just a number, it really does not say how much we lived or how much time we have left, I guess we just have to try making the best of what we've got.
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Hail! to the Chief...



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angelike:
thanks for commenting my set , you're nice kiss i'm sorry but as my english is bad i didn't unterstand your comment in few works you can explain to me confused pleeeaaassee biggrin
walace:
thanks for your comment on my set "In the Heat of the Morning"!!!! i really appreciate it! I like candy lol kiss XO
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I have already posted The Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain -- "Theme from Shaft" to my blog. Today, I think I have found something even greater. Behold:



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Oh, what you'll find, when you search YouTube for Mehtallica!

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kraven:
What have you been up to lately hun? You have been kinda quiet around here.. Just thought I would check in on ya and say hello and
Thank you so much for the love and support you left on my new set Styx in MR. I appriciate it greatly! Have a great rest of the weekend! XOXOXOX
talamia:
Heart-felt thanks for your sweet comment on my and Visara's set Reading You

We really really appreciate it and we love youuu smile
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A new blog-dropping, already? Yes. It goes with my immersion in SG this evening, after an absence of 11 days, give or take. (This was as well my second such remove from SG in about a month. (Damn the internet & my neighbours's patchy wi-fi connections.) At least this time my withdrawl -- which may be a problem, that I experience SG withdrawl? -- was not so pronounced in my psyche that I dreamt on it, quite luridly (for me, anyway; I don't have erotic dreams, or at least don't remember them, & when I do it's usually missionary or finding an impediment to same (e.g. my dream in late '00, I was at the Mormon Tabernacle in Salt Lake, & ran into my friend Meghan (from my semester abroad, the previous spring); I wanted to engage in intercourse with her, but Saints & non-Saints don't mix like that, so in the dream I was confined to a wheelchair (waking, I am ambulatory)).)

& so it goes.

Anyhow, I have a pithy essayette that I put together in response to that ridiculousness that is Twilight. Specifically, I refer to the "baseball scene". Why is it included?

My thoughts: "As it is, I have three or five reasons for the scene rattling in my head, but the one that stands out to me is this: vampires are traditionalists. Specifically, as it relates to scene, they are sporting traditionalists. You will have noted how the male lead (sorry, I cannot remember names) rather dismally responded to Bella's proffer of joining her at the shore for the multi-racial clique's surf outing. Of course, we assume the dismissal were due the fact that vamps do not respond well or amicably to sunlight. But this is Washington & or Oregon! How much sun is there? Further along, the actual surfing took place on a dreary day, not raining, but misting -- & no sun about. So, clearly, the vampire would have survived.

He chose not to go though. Why? Simply, surfing is too "extreme", too 'Dew Generation', for the ageless blood-sucking monsters who were there for polo's invention (as buzkashi (spelling?)). The vampire just will not abide the churlishness of surfing. Baseball, meanwhile, is a pastoral, timeless game -- one they can & do enjoy. Just to get away from the lust for human flesh (in the bad way), to be amongst themselves; not expending...
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niobe:
Happy Holidays! kiss
otoki:
That's a saving throw I tend to avoidtongue