Lovely photograph by Igor Kraguljac

Loves

Loves

listening to Chris play guitar
leaving the windows open in rain storms
receiving pictures of my soon-to-be kitty
art photography involving nudes
sleeping in with Chris
sleeping in, in general
memories of London, of the first time I heard Chris play the guitar in Scotland, of how transparently in love with him I was when I thought I was keeping it secret.
making my sisters and brother laugh
softly fuzzy body hair-men or women
women in fabulous high heels
books
books with subject matter involving decadence and taboos
anything involving decadence and taboos
public libraries
positive sex education
clever repartee
kitties
orchids
other people's babies
people's silly "gangsta" walks
youtube.com/TheMeanKitty
sweatpants and hoodie days
breasts, preferably the more malleable type
yes, I said that
take-out chinese
starbucks coffee
origami cranes
yoga
and so very much more.

Hates

Hates

honking at people
people who try to back into my car
long orders at the drive thru
the syrupy sediment at the bottom of coffee drinks
seeing thongs hanging out of pants-even more so when the thong is holey
when people call flip flops "thongs"
feet that should not be displayed in flip flops
the smell of wet shoes
the squeaky sound feet make when coming out of wet shoes
the squeaky sound my mouse's wheel makes
the ink that transfers from my spanish dictionary to my laptop
anti-Obama sentiments
chauvinists
when people's lives revolve around skinny
women who use flirting as a means of prostitution
men who think they rock in bed, and actually suck
men who believe sex ends when they've had an orgasm
straight men who don't love pussy-seriously?!!
other things too...

Subversive?

No, I am indeed not perfect. I often think irrationally. I often get upset over nothing. I procrastinate in a way I am sure will injure me for graduate school. I am occasionally paranoid. I tend to dump my socks by the side of the bed instead of in the hamper. I forget most everything. My lies are more transparent than cellophane. I do occasionally lie.

These are the things I want to fix: Irrationality, mood swings, procrastination, memory lapses (it would be more accurate to tell you my memory is a lapse.)
I don't care all that much about my lack of organization, or occasional sink full of dirty dishes. I don't care about sleeping in too late and putting off washing the laundry. I don't care to fix my sexuality, or my incredible interest in raunchy comedy. I don't care to fix my obsession with cult films.
These things come up in conversation with religious people. No one was judging, this particular group is awesome. However, these lovely people remind me how much others condemn.
Since when does a clean house and non-interest in sex=good person?
I'm happier my way.

Facets

I found an awesome blog recently. The writer is a wildly libidinous woman with a number of beautiful entries concerning her sex life. The writer is a mother with a number of young children, some adopted from a friend, some biological. The writer is a skilled gardener and an amateur photographer. She includes a lovely picture of bits of her garden with each blog. She sometimes blogs about the idiosyncrasies of motherhood. She sometimes blogs about sex toys, masturbation, or recent "dates." She edits her own flower photos, as well as an occasional photo from one of her paramours. She's my hero.

I hate the way the title "mother" equals "caretaker", but never equals "woman with desires of her own." Why are these titles always so exclusionary? A person is a faceted creature. One person can contain an endless number of personas. I could, on any given day, rattle out a list a mile long of categories I fit into. Even some descriptors are also categories, merely because of the stereotypes associated with them. This is why the woman who writes this blog is my hero. She shows everyone the facets...especially the two people deem the most contradictory.

LOVE

http://aagblog.com/

L-O-V-E

Is it presumptuous of me to post blogs so frequently? Posting blogs kind of implies that people should read them, doesn't it? I want it stated (so I'm going to state it) that I don't expect anyone to read these, and while making this statement, I prove the presumptuousness of posting blogs.
And here I go telling you that I really only write them for me. It is true. Except for when it isn't. And then it is up to you to decide when which is the case. Goodnight then.

Orgasm Gap

I just finished reading an article on feministing.com about what they refer to as the "orgasm gap." This gap deals with whatever creative statistics researchers discovered concerning women's less frequent rate of orgasm with sex. The blog post on feministing garnered a ridiculous number of angry comments, especially from the male posters. The article that the blog references, is a reference to the actual research...so reference twice removed, or something.
The article suggests a variety of reasons that women tend to have a lower rate of orgasm. Several of the male members of the community suggest that perhaps it is just easier for men to have orgasms due to size. I say, regardless of the reason for the number, perhaps that gap should shrink. Any man that complains that women are too difficult to please should perhaps become a little better acquainted with his hand.
One other interesting thing:
The article claims that “Women and men are more ambivalent about the importance of women’s sexual pleasure [outside] of relationships." This strikes me as hilarious. Why do women hook up with random partners? If it were me, I would probably be doing it for orgasms. So why do so many women have so few orgasms when hooking up? Do we really just need to be more vocal about what we want? Why are so many women so passive about their needs? I'm not entirely innocent of this myself. It is just easier sometimes to not say anything. But it isn't very satisfying, is it?