The Romantic vs. The Player: Things We Can Agree On

Though they may disagree on various matters of the heart, The Romantic and The Player are able to find other things they agree on when it comes to the opposite sex. Here are a few:

Safe Sex, Always

The Player: I don’t want an STD or a KID

The Romantic: Yeah, what he said.

Marriage Is…

The Romantic: A long ways away

The Player: A very long ways away

No Dinner on the First Date

The Romantic: I’m so much more creative than that.

The Player: So far, she has done nothing to deserve a free meal.

Women Are At The Club

The Player: On any given night, a man can find at least three or four to add to his roster.

The Romantic: On any given night, a man can meet the one true love to add to his life.

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman’s Scorn

The Romantic: Hurt a woman bad enough and she’s gone forever.

The Player: Hurt a woman bad enough and she’s gone forever, but not before she trashes your place.

Letter To My Next

I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me
Take residence and step against the not like me inside me
Let you set me on fire till I’m flashing brightly
Red Yellows Blues and Greens
Open my eyes to your ocean colour scene
So that I can read between the waves and motion
Wade in the water of devotion out from the sure
Find you and float in the real and the pure
I already know you’re demure, conscious and prized
I don’t have to throw lines for you to be caught by surprise
In the rule book of life we may have played on opposite sides of the law
Straight fly we know our flaws, know where the floor is
Love knows where the door is but only shows us the key
How you and I haven’t yet met when we’re meant to be?
All I wonder is how can we decide the main verse if we don’t even know the key
Life writes the interlude then the pre
Builds us through our history and creates our future
Establishes the true you
Defines a true me
Our lines have to cross and bind till you and I become a true we
I’m blind to you but I don’t stroll in the dark
We’re just two mammals making our way to the ark
I can’t say that we will be a walk in the park
Or a stroll on the promenade
Times may get hard but I know you are rich in value
We’ve got to value OUR values or there will be hitches
I want to bless and gain blessings through your riches
No name calling. No bastards, no bitches
Lets communicate and scratch itches
Hoping you and I don’t flee
Being hitched is what its made to be
I don’t say cracked because your love mendeth me
I am softer than concrete you are my rose
The rhythm pattern in my flows
You are more precious than ivory,
I’m tall but you heighten me
You are the nightlight and the sunrise
The words of the songbird my heart is talking through
Blood sweat and tears I’ll pour for you
See laborious minds make for victorious times
The moment we step on love
We just stepped on our time
Our landmines
Lets explode together
Touch the sky as we hold the clouds
Have our eyes look up not down
Dry eyes in the midst of a frown
Already a queen already crowned
Yet I want you to have my jewel, my seal
Hold you like shore is held by the sea
Surround you like an orange is its peel
You will be the only temptress to which I yield
True love only exposes
I bring more than a ring of roses
A heart that you can’t dispose of
The strength to strengthen you all over
To be with you I’ll be luckier than the Irish in a field of clover
Intoxicated yet sober
From Timbuktu to the white cliffs of Dover everyone will know the worst kept secret
Richly in love we are meant to be that
Athletic millionaire I may not be that
Subject of my art you can’t just be that
A mere portrait to expose this poets trait you can’t just be that
You are the doctrine
I believe that
A heavenly blessing I know I’ll see that
The real love in me you unleash that
Coffee and sugar we can be that
Cos we need each other can’t you see that?
Unstoppable force meets the immovable object
To me I hope you don’t object as we court
Play ball and enjoy the heat
Love never needs to beat, compare or compete
As long as we have love, friends and family
Faith, harmony in the sanctity of matrimony
No games geared towards getting paid via alimony
Baby and then a divorce
I’m in this for life even if times we stray off course
See life is life but on judgment day when I give that account for all
I want God and all of heaven to know
I was proud on earth to have been
Yours faithfully

Spontaneous Intimacy- Her Perspective

I love spontaneity. I love intimacy. Combining the two makes me a very happy woman.  We’ve had some adventures this week, not all of them have been sexual, but they have been adventures nonetheless. Wonderful adventures.

As we texted throughout the day as we often do, he mentioned a possibility for us to have some alone time in the evening. It wouldn’t be an ideal setting, as it often is not, but this just doesn’t matter. I jumped at the opportunity. These days, it feels like alone time for us is so infrequent that having the chance for twice in one week, well, a girl doesn’t say no to that.

I brought along toys and lube, but while driving there had the idea for a “cock only” day. He would only be allowed to use his cock to arouse me. No hands. No mouth. This would not limit me in any way and it would also give me more time with that beautiful cock!

We started with our new favorite position with me sitting on the counter. He wanted to use his mouth, but I had reminded him of the “cock only” rule today. I let him cheat with his fingers for just a moment when he first undressed me and we were standing and kissing. He made me come once while I sat on the counter, but although I love this position, my legs were still sore from about an hour in this position the other night and I had not ridden that cock in far too long.

I asked him if I could get on top. He said “sure, how did I want him?”, I told him to lie on the floor and he put his arms above his head while I mounted him. It really had been a long time since I had sat on his cock and it felt wonderful to grind my wet pussy against him. He always talks dirty when I’m on top.

As much as he likes to be in control, there is something he likes about me riding him. He always says things like “use my cock”, “fuck my cock”, “get yourself off”, etc. For this sweet, kind, and “good” man, this seems to be the time when he lets loose verbally. He says he is my fuck toy and I think he feels most like this when I’m on top fucking him.

I was having one of those long, non-ending orgasms. It continued to grow in intensity and length as I rode him and moaned. Soon he said he was going to cum and I urged him to do so, and his release once again increased the intensity of my orgasm as we came together.

I slid off him and laid my head on his chest as we caught our breath and came back into reality. We continued to lay on the floor as we chatted and talked about the day.  The intimacy that exists between us is such that this floor in this room was not at all romantic, but yet, I could have laid there for forever in his arms.

Healthy and Disrespectful

I’d never call Nahright entirely objective but they certainly don’t roar, piss, bitch and moan as much as us. Nonetheless, sometimes truly enjoyable–and judgmental–gems can be found in the little concise captions below their frequent posts. Earlier today, they posted a song with Rihanna and Kardinall Offishall, big deal. But, below the post, was a little quip: “Seriously, how disrespectful is this t-shirt?” and there was a link to a Twit-pic of the t-shirt above(excuse the crap quality).

Think what you want about the act of producing the above shirt, but don’t try and refuse that every dude who saw those pics wasn’t thinking the same thing that the Mighty Healthy crew was. Heck, whenever I see she-who-made-the-sale-of-umbrellas-skyrocket, my wet toes still tingle. Disrespectful or not, maybe Mighty Healthy just had the courage to say what we all felt.

Victim to Survivor

it may just be me but i have an issue with women who leave a dangerous domestic violent situation to continue years after still saying ..YES I WAS A VICTIM OF domestic violence …. words can be an empowering tool especially for women who had there s…oul and identity taken from them …. you must realise it takes a very brave women to pack up and run from an abuser .. once you leave and never go back you are no longer a victim ladies … YOU ARE A SURVIVOR .. you are strong even thou you dont feel it … you are brave to leave a man who often tell you he will kill you ….. your life was kidnapped and you ran … you lived it … ladies .. your not a victim .. YOUR A BRAVE SURVIVOR ….. ITS TIME OUR THINKING BEGAN TO CHANGE TO OR WE WILL ALWASY BE THE VICTIMS ….

My Neighbor

I lived with my older brother in a flat in Bangalore when I was 21. The building had many south Indian people. My neighbor was Mrs. Verges, She must have been around 35.. 135 cm and about 65 kgs with a small stomach. You know the kind you get after you have kids. She was from Kerala. Through the walls I always hear yelling between her husband and their kids. I couldn’t make out what was being said but I knew he was an ass hole. Mrs. Verges always wore a housecoat. You know the kind that was white with flowers and buttoned up the front. One day I came home and she was carrying groceries, she looked like she was having trouble so I offered my assistance and took one of them and helped her into her flat. I put the bag on the kitchen table and while she took off her coat, she asked me if I was busy.
When I said no, she asked me to stay for a while. I agreed and she told me to go have a seat on the couch. I went into the living room and sat down. At that point every sexual feeling about her shot back into my head, every time I looked at her perky tits, every time I looked at her ass, every time I imagined her lips and tongue on my cock. It all came back at that moment. My heart started racing, the pounding of my heart was so loud that I am sure that she could have heard it if she was sitting next to me. My palms starting sweating and my hands started shaking I knew at this moment I wanted her. When she came into the room she was wearing her housecoat, it was yellow and white and with flowers. Her legs were slightly exposed and her nipples were almost visible through the material. We started talking about general things like the weather in Bangalore changing with population growth and then the conversation moved toward her relationship with her husband. She told me that he often yelled at her and I told her that I could hear it through the wall. She looked at me for a second and at that moment we established trust. We talked for a little while longer and during our conversation she said that she hardly had sex anymore. I looked at her in surprise and she just laughed. I was looking around the room to hide my embarrassment and while I was looking away she asked me why my hand was shaking. I said I was nervous, she looked at me and she asked why. I paused for what felt like eternity, and admitted that it was her. I blushed and looked down and my left leg as shaking. I then said “I am sorry if I embarrassed you Mrs. Verges”. She said call me Maria. I said “Maria”, looking into her eyes. I think I should go, and before she could answer I stood up and went toward the door, when I got there I turned around and she was still sitting on the couch looking at me with this confused look on her face.
At that moment I knew that this was going to be one of those moments in your life, one of those moments that you know are going to be remembered forever, and shape the kind of person you are going to be. I turned around and gathered all of my courage and said, “I want you”. She didn’t say anything, she just smiled. I walked back to the couch and sat next to her. I raised my hand and ran it through her hair. She closed her eyes and bent her neck back. I leaned in and kissed her neck. I dragged my tongue over the area that I was kissing. I could feel her start to breathe heavier. I felt her hand on my chest, and felt the sensation as she lowered it to my cock, she initially rubbed but then she started squeezing through my pants. I then raised my lips to hers and placed a soft kissed on her lips, tasting the sweetness of her lips. Our tongues touched and she closed her mouth and grabbed my tongue with her lips and then started moving her head back and forth like she was giving my tongue head. I started to laugh, which made her laugh. The hand that was in my lap unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down, I stood up and pulled my pants down to my ankles. My cock is about 7 inches when erect, she looked at it and then looked at me and then smiled. I thought to my self “thank god”. When I sat back down she grabbed by cock as I leaned back on the couch. She started jerking me up and down, the feeling was incredible. While she was jerking me with one hand she grabbed my balls with the other. I then looked into her eyes and smiled. I took my hand and put it up to her tits. I grabbed the top of her housecoat and with one pull I opened her coat to her lap. I spread the sides of the material and I saw the amazing 38 D tits. Very perky with the longest nipples. Maybe an inch long. I leaned in and took a nipple into my mouth. She said that the last person who sucked her nipples was her baby, a few years ago. I could not get over the size of her nipple so I stayed there for a while, using my tongue on her nipples. She then grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair and leaned in and took my cock in her mouth. I could feel her lips and then her tongue on bottom of my cock. The feeling was incredible, I raised my hips up she closed her mouth and sucked really hard, and sucked really hard. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I pulled her lips off my cock, and laid her down on the couch, I pulled her housecoat off and saw very hairy pussy, dark black curls that showed a little pink showing through.
I noticed that the hairline went up to her belly button, and I laughed to myself. I brought my mouth to her pussy, it didn’t smell at all I was a bit surprised. I made circles with my tongue around her clit, but I kept getting hair in my mouth. She said that her husband doesn’t lick her pussy any more, so I kept on licking so she could really enjoy it. I took my right index finger and ran it around her pussy getting it wet. I then took it and rubbed it up against her ass. She jumped and said that she never did that before. I stopped what I was doing and move my body up. I jerked my cock a few times to make sure I was good and hard. I placed it at her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down. She started nodding her head and then said that she wanted me. I easier my cock through her thick hair and I was surprised how wet she was. She was really tight for a woman her age. I slowly eased my way in. I was half way in and when she said how good it felt and she wanted to feel all of me in her. I pushed all the way up to my balls. She said that she has never felt something so deep in her. I laid down on her and her pointy nipples pushed into my chest. I started moving my hips back and forth. Her pussy was gripping me the whole time; the wetness just made it feel all the better. She rapped her arms around me and started raising her hips to meet my cock as it pushed into her. I told her I was going to cum. I said that I have never cum inside a woman before. She then told me to cum in her. I asked her again if it was all right she said yes. I increased my pace and she told me if I could keep it going for a little longer we could cum together. I slowed my pace down and knelt my head down to her nipple. I started sucking and I think that put her over the edge. She said that she was going to cum. I started pumping really quick and told her I was going to cum. She told me she was too. I came in a big rush. It was one of my biggest loads. When I came, she started to moan, “OH your cum is inside me, oh My god… poppy.. poppy, your cum is inside me,” her eyes rolled back into her head, and her pussy contracted on my dick. It was the most incredible feeling. Her hips flew up in the air she screamed Si’ si’ si. I was still pumping and my cum was all over my dick. I pulled out of her and sat up. She then leaned up and took my cum soaked dick back into her mouth. I could feel her sucking all of the cum off my dick. She cleaned my dick off and laid her head in my lap. She looked at me and said that I was really good. I leaned my head back in disbelief of what just happened. She then stood up and said that I should go before her husband got home. I agreed… A few weeks had passed and I would see her around but she wouldn’t talk to me. She said that she enjoyed herself that day, but she thought that it shouldn’t happen again. One day, I was going up the stairs in my flat when I saw her coming down. She said “hello”, like nothing ever happened. I was a little pissed off, so I waited for an opportunity to say something. I noticed the housecoat that she was wearing that day. I said, “I remember that.” She didn’t look at me but I could see that she smiled. I walked over to her and said, “that was what you were wearing that day”. She didn’t say anything. She just nodded her head. . I then said, “I miss being inside you.” She said she did to but she was afraid that her husband would find out. I then said, “if we are careful no one will find out.” I then walked toward the door, I turned around and she was looking at me, she just smiled. One of those seductive types… . Two days later, I was looking out my peephole at 8:30, just waiting for her husband to leave. When I saw him, I opened my door and walked to hers. I knocked on her door. She opened it and said what you are doing here. I said in a formal tone. ”Mrs. Verges, do you have change for a twenty, (to throw off any suspicion)”. She said “sure, wait a minute,” she closed the door but didn’t lock it. I pushed the door open and said “hello.” She looked at me and said that we can’t do this now, her husband was going to be right back and her kids were sleeping in the next room. I said laughingly. I will be quick, she looked down. I went to her, put my hand under her chin and lifted it up. I leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue was dancing in my mouth, making circles with mine. Twirling and twirling. I then felt her hand on my butt, squeezing. I stopped kissing her, I just looked into her eyes. I brought my hands to her shirt and started unbuttoning it. I slowly saw her dark Latin skin tone. She was wearing a white bra, I undid the clip in the front and I saw those great nipples. I used my thumb and index finger on each nipple. I was rolling the back and forth. I then pulled them a little. She said, “that feels sooo good.
I then let her nipples go and grabbed her hips. I pulled her towards me and I started rubbing my cock against her right through my paints. She said “I don’t know what it is about you but you make me so wet. I asked her if she was wet right now. She just nodded. I then unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down to her ankles. I saw her panties. They were black not very sexy, but her thick black hair was sticking through the sides. I pulled her panties down. I then dragged my hand from her ankle up her leg, on the inside of her thigh, on her pussy, up her stomach to her mouth. She then took my finger in her mouth, what an amazing feeling. The wetness of her mouth and that indescribable feeling of her tongue. I leaned in and said, ” I am going to shake you naked and eat you alive” (I once heard that in a movie). She just laughed and said that we have to be quick, because of her husband. I then took her by the shoulders and moved her down to my dick. She took it into her mouth and just held it there, just twirling and twirling. She still didn’t move but she sucked really hard. I said, “you are so good at that.” I then raised her back up to me. I gave her a small kiss. I then turned her around, bent her over and put my fingers in her pussy. It was so wet. I moved in closer, and put my cock in her. She let out this, this “ahhhhh” sound that was almost as good as the feeling on my dick. I stretched out my body leaning back to handle the sensation. I let out a long breath, and started pumping. Her wet pussy was amazing, her pussy was just tight enough to grip my cock, but loose enough to allow for quickness. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her up. She let out this ahhh sound and then said “fuckkk me” (just like I spelled it heavy emphasis on the k). I started pumping really fast. She then told me to hurry up because of her husband. I then said, “I can’t… your pussy feels to good.” I then stopped pumping, she turned her head and said what’s wrong. I said to her I know how to get off really quick. I took my cock out of her pussy, I took my left hand on her wet pussy, and rubbed the wetness on her ass. I put a finger in and felt this unbelievable feeling. I was rubbing my cock and slightly pushing my finger in her tight ass. She was really serious for a second and then she laughed with me.
I then told her to cum with me, she said ..”ohh yeess Kamdev.., you cum in me my love..” in a playful tone. So I got down on my knees and inched my way into her wet cunt. I turned her around and eased my cock into her ass. The head went in easy, I took my hand on her pussy again to get it wet. I then rubbed it on the part of my cock that was still outside. I then pushed the rest of the way in. She looked at me, she didn’t say a word, and she just opened her mouth and closed her eyes and moaned… ”Yesss” I couldn’t stand …how tight it was and I just came. I was still pumping and the cum started dripping out. I was still pumping and the cum and her ass just felt great. I finally pulled out. She laid down and I laid down on top of her. I then said I think that was better than our first time. She just nodded. “Oh my God”, was all I heard.. .

Why a straight guy fantasizes about being a wife

I’m as straight as an arrow, and if you know your physics, you know an arrow wobbles around a bit, even as it stays on course. But I have this recurring sexual fantasy where I wake up as a woman, not just a woman, but a married woman, and her, well, now my, husband is sleeping curled up behind me with his morning woody poking me.

He’s half asleep, I’m half asleep, our bodies go with it, and next thing you know he’s pounding me from behind, grabbing my big, mature tits, and I’m loving it. We do all the positions, I crave his cock in my mouth and eventually I take a shower with him fucking me one more time before I rinse his cum out of me.  Then I dress in a lacey bra and clothes that show the world I’m a woman, and head off into the day to live her life.

Now, why would a straight guy fantasize about that?

First off, I love sex. I mean, everyone loves sex, right? But if you take my idea that humans make God by creating things together, sex is that ultimate spiritual connection of bodies and souls.  And I love the idea of getting lost in someone else’s body and soul.

I’m a nice guy, I respect women, and I never (okay, rarely) push a woman past her comfort zone.  But if I was the woman then I could do whatever I, as a guy, would want her to do.  As a guy, I’d never suck another guy’s dick (okay, once), but as a woman, I could kneel down in front of him and submit to my weakness and his strength.  I could surrender to him completely and be free of the baggage I carry as a guy.

I think the part of my fantasy where I’m a married woman is because I want to be taken care of, I want to be cherished and protected. But as a guy, I can only go so far down that path. I’m over six feet tall, pretty athletic, and white.  I own my own company and negotiate deals with corporations and the government.

I can’t take care of the house, make myself pretty and greet my lover at the door with sex — it’s not the path I chose, and even if I had, it’s not a role fully available to a man. I hate effeminate stay-at-home dads — if you’re a man, you can’t push down your masculine needs all the time. I like being the aggressor, the decider, the strong one. I hate it when people don’t listen to me, and expect my words to carry more weight than others. Tall white guy syndrome, I know, but I can’t help it.

But sometimes, I’d just like to know how it feels to be so entirely dependant on someone else, and give myself so completely as only a wife can do for her husband.

Wednesday 14th October 2009

 

 

 

WEDNESDAY 14th OCTOBER

 

 

I’m not sure whether to be delighted or slightly embarrassed – I now have over 4000 ‘friends’ on Facebook. I also, somehow, have managed to gather over 2500 people in the DJ Wanker Appreciation Society.

There was no popping of a champagne cork. It’s all very vacuous stuff really although quite nice that people have taken the effort to add me or accept me.

I don’t feel important in any way – and neither should I – as it’s just internet nonsense.

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How many of these 4000 would consider me enough of a friend to invite me round for Christmas Dinner? I would say probably 10.

How many of these would come to my funeral and be sad I’ve passed on? Possibly 20.

That’s how you gauge your proper friends.

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Other news from Facebook… I was this week invited to join a group called:’We need a cash machine in Woodside.’ I didn’t join on the grounds that Woodside needs a lot more important things than a cash machine to improve it.

Like a better quality of houses and people.

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Okay, I’m being rude about the place again. No serious offence intended. It’s just an easy target and I’m rarely going to pass up the opportunity of shooting fish in a barrel.

There’s another group on Facebook called: ‘I hate Woodside, Telford.’ On the wall, Maria Foster wrote: “It’s a shit hole and needs a big bomb.” Jasmin Turner said: “I live on Woodside and it’s a shit place to live.” Warren Teece, the group creator, added: “It’s full of gossiping, backstabbing idiots who have nothing better to do than slag each other off.”

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Five other random groups I’ve spotted on Facebook this week:

* Find my mum a husband

* If  one million join this, I’ll get a tattoo of the Facebook logo

* Fuck this, I’m moving to Fraggle Rock

* The Bollocks Bar (Magalluf)

And my favourite of the lot, aimed at people who can’t dress themselves properly…

* Pull your fucking trousers up

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There would also appear to be a million groups on Facebook aiming their vitriol at two lads with crazy hair from the X Factor. Now I couldn’t care less about the programme, aside from maybe dipping in occasionally to see Simon Cowell be rude / refreshingly honest to people.

If these Irish twins are that hated, why did they get voted through to next week? It’s evil people like me voting to keep them in! I didn’t actually vote as I can find better uses for my money.

Other things I noticed from the show on Sunday:

1. Alexandra Burke, last year’s X Factor winner, could only MIME her performance.

2. Robbie Williams is not the entertainer he thinks he is… although I quite like his new single.

3. Louis Walsh didn’t turn up to judge – preferring to attend some impromptu Boyzone reunion in Majorca.

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I mentioned last week that I would be spinning the tunes on a Wednesday night at Bar Vox in Telford but that turned out to be just a one-off. You can still find me in the main room at Pussycats every Friday and Saturday – head to the gallery at  www.djwanker.com for my latest photos.

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Daniel Lee Benton wrote this regarding the blog last week: “I’m a fan of the politics update. I can’t say I agree with your take on Never Mind The Buzzcocks… but I’m happy its back on.”

And I’d also like to thank the fragrant, loveable flooze (and top Telford totty) Gemma Mansell who, on her Facebook page, has “Geoff’s Blog” written among her favourite quotations!

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I received some very sad news last weekend that Wayne Springer had died. He was just 44. Wayne was heavily involved in the club and bar scene in Leicester and I never met anyone who had a bad word to say about him. He was a gentle giant.

When I got my first full nightclub residency in Leicester in the late 1990s, the owner of the place used to terrify me but Wayne was the manager and always put me at ease. I worked with him on and off until about four years ago and he was always exactly the same – calm, reasoned, polite and unruffled.

My best mate Phil heard the news first and we chatted on the phone about how we both had such huge respect for this guy. Rest in Peace, big man.

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Lifted from an interview with Dougie from McFly in Heat magazine:

What was the last lie you told?

“I farted in bed and Frankie (from The Saturdays, his girlfriend) asked me if I had. I said it wasn’t me, it must be you.”

Quality. Why don’t women find farting as funny as men do?

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Stolen from the letters page of Viz magazine:

“So Sting is able to shag his wife for five hours without going off. I know how he feels. My wife is no oil painting either.”

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I don’t understand why a man would ever have a sex change. Yes, you could put up with having breast implants. Yes, you could put up with the pain of having your manhood chopped off and a ‘ladygarden’ dug in. But the really awful bit must be where they remove half the brain cells…

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I have invested in a sleek, new desktop PC at home and it’s bloody quick! I don’t know much about computers but it’s from the Dell Inspiron range and has… quad core processor (2.5ghz, 4mb cache), 640gb SATA hard drive… these are just words to me but Tom, my technical advisor in Leicester, reckons it’s money well spent.

Technology has moved on rather quickly since I was a kid. I had a ZX Spectrum+ as my first computer when I was about 13. This is what it looked like…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:ZX_Spectrum%2B.jpg

Then we had an Amstrad word processor which I used to start writing my book in 1997. It was basic and looked like this…

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Locoscript.png

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And finally… I couldn’t resist.

For Sale: One stool and microphone. In good condition. £95. Please contact Ronan or Keith.

 

 

Cheers for now,

Geoff / DJ Wanker

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Happy But........

I have enjoyed spending the weekend with Gator. My family has been down and I have enjoyed seeing them as well

However, this is the one weekend out of the month that we get to spend with Tech and Kitten. I think that both Gator and I are a little off because we feel they should be with us. Making that feeling worse is the fact that they really could have been. Their plans for the weekend could have been done any other weekend during the month. Them choosing this weekend is odd to us. They know they are welcome to spend time with my family when they are in town. And I made sure of this by inviting each one separately so that I would be sure they individually knew we’d like to have them and still wanted to see them this weekend.

I’ve not gotten a satisfactory answer as to why they didn’t come down this weekend.Gator tried getting one from Kitten. She did get a bit ugly when she found my family was visiting on “their weekend’. I think she is a bit jealous of the time I spend with them.

And that leads to a whole post in itself. One I will post in the next day or two I believe. Just a bit more thought into it first.

Nonverbal communication

Aw, damn. I opened this post in a new window and clicked a different blog in my feedreader before I had a chance to “keep as new.” But this is a good read anyway, so posting it here.

Schrodinger’s Rapist, or A Guy’s Guide to Approaching Strange Women Without Being Maced

This post links up to several discussions that have taken placed on this blog about catcallin’ or being approached by strangers: The Open Letter, which remains one of the most-visited pages here; most recently the cat-in-a-sink guy; a few others in between. I like to revive the topic of street harassment now and then because (a) hey, still happening! and (b) it’s such a clear-cut case of male privilege in action. Or perhaps entitlement is the better word. While there are certainly women who catcall and men who do not, the big pattern of men hollering at women is bolstered by a sense of specifically male entitlement to not just look, but to interrupt, to penetrate with one’s look, to impose one’s presence on a woman who ought to be flattered or at least passive rather than peeved. One of the things I like about the Schroedinger’s Rapist post is that it spells out the implications of that imposition: if a woman is sending the nonverbal cues to leave her alone (walking quickly, not looking, body turned away, etc.) and a dude overlooks these to press his case, then it just highlights how unimportant he considers her desires compared to his, and raises the chance that she will be angry or afraid. That really articulated why I felt so unsettled about the Cat in a Sink guy, enough to post about him… I mean, he was harmless, right? Just a funny line, right? Even I wasn’t sure, but he did steamroll right over my first few decline-to-accepts, and that did ruffle me.

It’s worth mentioning that not all women live day to day in the kind of fear and preparation that the author describes. Not because they shouldn’t – don’t we get messages everywhere, all the time, that it’s up to us to keep ourselves from attracting unwanted attention? – but because not everyone wants to. Or even wants to think about it that much. I like to think of myself as a competent person and a good judge of character; I prefer to trust than to fear. And I’ve gotten myself into some real scrapes that way. What I’m saying is, it takes a lot of energy to be afraid all the time, and not everyone’s going to be up for it. But that’s addressed beautifully in the “risk tolerance” section of that post. Just. . . read it.

Love & Peace & Bar

Kim Laughton

“For years I had recorded hours of tapes of my teenage band, prank phone calls, studio demo tapes, synthesizer blurbles, and various recordings of an unusual nature. I wanted all this hard work to be heard, and I loved distributing my tapes simply to annoy people and sometimes even to enlighten or entertain them . . . It was my response to a world that seems always to have told me that I am small and worthless. Putting out music for the hell of it was my way of giving the finger to a universe indifferent to my existence.” –John Trubee, from You Too Can Be a Recording Star!

The hooker, the policeman and the banker

So, I did another booking tonight. Was a strange one. He lives in an enormous house in Maida Vale and is a retired city gent. We started with a (par for the course with the older johns) massage, then a blow job. Simple. Oral is what I’m renowned for apparently, so it’s a regular thing that they only want a blow job. He couldn’t stay hard – he was pushing 60 so that’s understandable. The strange thing was, suddenly he sat up, and said goodnight. No money shot, no orgasm, nothing!

After I left (a bit richer…) I got a phone call as I was getting on the tube from the policeman. He was supposed to meet me today but because my phone has decided to play games, I ended up sat waiting for almost 2 hours. He stood me up basically. The phone call was a surprise, but he begged forgiveness and asked me to come meet him. I did.

Off I trotted to Tottenham Court Road, wandered down the street to meet him in Soho and half a bottle of wine later, and a fair few kisses later we parted ways with the promise of a phone call about a date tomorrow night. He rang me when I got home. We’re watching horror films at his place in Chelsea. I may have found a good one this time. I have butterflies. I wonder if I’ll have to quit the business properly….

Gender Parity, or Do Christian Men Idolize Women?

As many of you who read this blog know, I love listening to New Life Live each day.  The advice they dish out is a great combination of getting to the core of each problem with a healthy mix of humor.  There is however one thing that bugs me about the show and that is how different the advice is based on gender.  Let me give you a couple of examples.

A woman calls in looking for direction;

Woman:  My husband and I have recently separated after 20 years of marriage because I found out that he’s been having an affair.

New Life:  Oh, my.  We are so sorry and we can feel the hurt in your voice.  How can we help you?

Woman:  I need to know what to do next to reconcile this marriage.

New Life:  Well your husband is going to have to call off the affair.  He’s going to need to get into several programs before reconciliation can even begin.  He’ll need to be in Celebrate Recovery, Sex Addicts Anonymous, Every Man’s Battle etc.  He’s also going to need weekly counseling and belong to a men’s Bible study group.  Only after he’s in recovery for several months and is truly remorseful can he be trusted to let back in the house.  If you do take him back, make sure he works these programs for the rest of his life or he’ll fall back into his sinful nature.  After he does come back, the both of you need to see a lawyer where he will need to sign over all property into your name to insure that you’ll be protected if he strays again.

You get the point.  So what happens when a man calls in?

Man:  My wife and I have recently separated after 20 years of marriage because I found out that she’s been having an affair.

New Life:  What did you do to cause her to have an affair?

Man:  Maybe I don’t communicate well?  I’d like to reconcile.

New Life:  In order to get her back, you need to seek out counseling to see why you caused her to stray.  You also need to be in a men’s group where they can make you accountable for your emotional failings.  Only then can you contact her to take full responsibility for the affair and ask her forgiveness.

I hate to say it, but this isn’t a bunch of hyperbole.  If you listen to the initial question by either man or woman, you can guess with much accuracy what the advice will be.

New Life isn’t the only Christian group that believes in “man humility” no matter what the scenario.  If you watched the movie Fireproof, you’d have gotten a good dose of it.  If you remember, the husband is a jerk, is remorseful, tries to make amends and gets his wife back.  The wife however, has an emotional affair with some guy she works with, and ends up being portrayed as the saint of the movie with no accountability for her behavior.

Other Christian groups believe that the only reason a woman would sin is because of the actions of her husband.  Does this mean that single women have no need of a Savior?

My problem isn’t with the course of action that jerky men need to take, it’s that women in the Christian community are given a pass when it comes to sin.

Are men who made women idols through porn or affairs still making them idols through one way humiliation?  Are we as Christians so uncomfortable with the “submit” passages that this is our way of making up for the abuse women have suffered at the hands of bad husbands?

My Bible says that all have sinned and are in need of a Savior.  So help me out Christian community.  If I’m off course, show me the way!