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Welcome to another of edition of TMI Tuesday. Questions posted today so you have time to answer them and post tomorrow, on Tuesday 🙂

Jack’s Answers

1. What places have you visited in the last year that you know you will never visit again?
I can’t think of anything, really. No restaurants that closed or stores that went out of business. I haven’t been driven by an angry, pitchfork-and-torch-wielding mob out of any of the cities I’ve visited, nor are there any local arrest warrants out on me (as far as I know). And I tend not to be the sort of person who impulsively says “never”. Part of me wants to say “my daughter’s preschool”, since she’ll be starting elementary school in fall and won’t ever attend her preschool again; however, I can’t say with absolute certainty that I’ll never bring her back to say hello to her old teachers, for example.  Actually, I am pretty sure – though not 100% certain – I’ll never visit the home of my uncle and aunt again.  First of all, it’s several states away.  Second, they appear to be getting a divorce, initiated by my aunt (who informed my uncle via text message because she likes to keep it classy).  I’m going to go out on a limb and say that he won’t be living in that house in a few months’ time, and at any rate, I cut her out of my life years ago.  Like I said, I rarely say “never”, but never again setting foot in that house seems a pretty sure bet.

2. We often hear, “You can do anything you put your mind to.” If you really, actually could, list 5 things you would do.
I’m not sure how to answer this. Most of the things I’d like to do are things that I can do but haven’t managed to get off of my ass long enough to accomplish. And some of them are things I lack sufficient confidence to try. Of course, if I could convince myself to sieze the day and try something new, I would:
1. Publish a novel.
2. Start a new venture, such as a food truck or catering business. Or maybe open a small dive bar.
3. Pursue polyamory.
4. Direct a movie, likely some indie film I wrote myself.
5. Be more open and honest about who I am, with everybody. Consequences be damned.

3. What physical acts would you attempt if you knew you would not fail?
As alluded to in my answer to #2, one thing I’d like to do is be part of a poly quad, or otherwise pursue polyamory and/or non-monogamy to a greater extent than I’ve been able to do thusfar. Failure, however, means hurting my wife, and I’m not willing to risk that. However, if I was certain I would not fail I would absolutely attempt all of these things. Also, sky-diving is something I’ve long wanted to do, if only so I could say I did. Now that I’m a father I see little reason to take unnecessary risks that could possibly – if unlikely – result in my daughter growing up without a father.

4. What are you doing this month that you have never done before?
Celebrating my last month as a thirty-eight year-old.

5. What is the weirdest or strangest substance you’ve bathed in?
Lukewarm or cold water? Honestly, that’s probably as weird as it gets for me. I wish I could tell you that I took an alfresco bath in a pond that turned out to contain raw sewage or nuclear waste or something – wait. No. I don’t wish that. That would be fucking terrible. Still, my point is that I’ve never bathed in any of that muck.

Bonus: Finish this sentence: Right now I’m ______ .
Horny.

Jill’s Answers

1. What places have you visited in the last year that you know you will never visit again?
I have no idea. Maybe a lousy restaurant, but I can’t think of any lousy restaurants I went to in the last year.

2. We often hear, “You can do anything you put your mind to.” If you really, actually could, list 5 things you would do.
1. Travel the world.
2. Play a musical instrument, likely the piano.
3. Hang glide.
4. Go deep sea diving.
5. Cure cancer.

3. What physical acts would you attempt if you knew you would not fail?
I would love to fly an airplane, climb a mountain, or go sky diving. The idea of these three things excite me, but in each case failure would probably mean death. Therefore I don’t see myself doing any of the three, ever. I’m not sure that I’m okay with taking that kind of a risk.

4. What are you doing this month that you have never done before?
Coaching a girls’ soccer team.

5. What is the weirdest or strangest substance you’ve bathed in?
Mud at a spa. That’s actually not all that weird. I’m guessing millions of people have bathed in mud. But for me it’s a relatively unusual experience.

Bonus: Finish this sentence: Right now I’m ______ .
Playing school with my daughter. Outside.

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I love how wet she gets.

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Just reading some erotica in a rocking chair on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

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Recusen has once again given us some great TMI Tuesday questions. Thanks for that!

GOSSIP!

Note: Not asking you to reveal secrets. Give us the who without the what, or the what without the who, or obscure identity in some other way if you like. Would like to be titillated, though.

Jack’s Answers

1. Are you privy to a secret about a famous person? Do you read gossip about famous people in magazines or online?
Not that I’m aware of. In fact, in the late 1990s I briefly dated someone who’d worked on Bill Clinton’s 1996 presidential campaign in some capacity. I occasionally wondered if she had sex with him, but she spilled no beans about his sexual peccadilloes. Which, now that I think of it, weren’t even a secret post-1998. As for celebrity gossip, I’m not into any of it. I haven’t picked up an entertainment magazine in years, nor have I clicked a link to any manner of trashy gossip website. The fact is, I’m barely aware of the current crop of mainstream Hollywood stars; if I hear a name chances are I can’t even match it to a face. To give you a sense of how little I care about celebrities these days, I’m not even particularly excited when I hear that a well-known star is dropping trou in an upcoming film.

2. Do you know if a co-worker, friend or neighbor who is currently having an affair? Are you having an affair?
No and no. I wish I had some lurid tale to share about how our next-door neighbor hooks up with some guy every weekday morning after her husband leaves for work and has extremely loud sex that shakes the wall that separates our unit from hers, but I don’t. Actually, I’m glad I don’t have such a story. I’d hate to spend every weekday afternoon re-hanging framed pictures and sweeping up broken glass and such.

3. Have you ever had a secret that made you the subject of gossip?
I’m inclined to say probably, because I can’t imagine reaching almost forty years of life and not having people gossip about me. If I was, people were doing it pretty far behind my back, because I don’t believe I ever heard said gossip. However, if I was, it was almost certainly sex-related.

4. Do you like hearing gossip? What kind interests you most, e.g. sexual behavior, drug use, lying, betrayal, etc?
Honestly, I’m not really that into gossip. Actually, maybe on some level I am. When I hear about a distant relative of my wife’s who’s been busted selling stolen property to support his drug habit all it makes me feel is sad for him and the shaky upbringing he and his siblings had. However, I cannot say with absolute certainty that there isn’t a part of me that feels gratitude that I did better with my own life. Still, I wouldn’t say I like hearing such gossip, exactly. On the other hand, I fucking love hearing sexual gossip, just because I love sex and I like acknowledging that despite all outward appearances and societally-induced shame, people are having sex. Still, I prefer it when people tell me about their sexual habits of their own volition rather than hearing it second hand, presumably without the subject of the gossip wanting me to know.

5. Do you pass gossip on when you hear it?
It depends. Someone who’s having a rough go of it lately, either professionally or personally? Someone who’s perhaps been taken advantage of and embarrassed by someone who claimed to love him or her? Probably not. Bad things befall everyone once in awhile. Someone who’s just made their five-hundredth bad choice since high school, say gotten someone’s name tattooed on his or her arm after two dates? Lost his or her job after taking money from the safe and losing it gambling? That I might pass along. Actually I am less hesitant to pass along gossip if it can be better classified as “news”, especially if it’s potentially positive. Dating someone new? Got a new job? Bought a new car? I wouldn’t feel too bad about sharing that with a mutual friend or relative.

6. Do you consider telling your spouse or partner to be consistent with a promise not to tell? Is he or she trustworthy with secrets?
Yeah. Jill is a vault. If I tell her not to mention something, she won’t mention it. She understands the importance of discretion, knowing the consequences that could arise from someone talking about our own personal exploits with the wrong people, so I know she takes such matters seriously.

Bonus: What is one private thing that you would like to know about someone?
Which women have gotten off while fantasizing about me, and whether they used fingers or a toy.  Oh, and whether they called out my name when they came, or just moaned.

Jill’s Answers

1. Are you privy to a secret about a famous person? Do you read gossip about famous people in magazines or online?
Without getting too specific, I knew a very well known professional athlete before he was famous, though I wouldn’t say I know any secrets about him. As for celebrity gossip, I occasionally read gossip magazines in the checkout line, but only the blurbs on the front cover and only when I’m really bored while standing in line. Sometimes I’ll look through a magazine at the hairdresser, but those are usually months old. And once in a great while I might click on a news story that interests me, but the celebrities are usually the ones from my childhood. I don’t know much about most modern celebrities. I can’t even identify them. Celebrity culture is simply not my thing.

2. Do you know if a co-worker, friend or neighbor who is currently having an affair? Are you having an affair?
I don’t know anybody who I can say with certainty is having an affair. Even if I suspect, which I don’t, it is none of my business. Even if it seems that somebody is having an affair, appearances can be deceiving. The person in question may have an open relationship. And I myself am not having an affair. Sorry if that answer wasn’t sufficiently exciting.

3. Have you ever had a secret that made you the subject of gossip?
In college I was dating one of our resident advisors and he and I thought we were keeping it a well-guarded secret. But most of the people in our dorm knew, and would gossip about it behind my back. As you may have guessed, they kept their gossiping as secret as I kept my relationship with the resident advisor.

4. Do you like hearing gossip? What kind interests you most, e.g. sexual behavior, drug use, lying, betrayal, etc?
I have to admit, I do enjoy gossp. I can be pretty nosy. All kinds of gossip tends to appeal to me, because I find learning about things others might not be willing to share extremely interesting. Of course, sexual gossip is my favorite, because sex is wonderful and fun, and we all have it and presumably all enjoy it, so why are people so reluctant to talk about their own sex lives?

5. Do you pass gossip on when you hear it?
I usually don’t pass on gossip out of respect for the person to whom it relates, especially though not only when I am told to keep it a secret. I am very trustworthy. However, I will discuss the gossip at length with the person who originally told me.

6. Do you consider telling your spouse or partner to be consistent with a promise not to tell? Is he or she trustworthy with secrets?
Yes, I consider telling Jack a secret to be consistent with not telling anyone. I trust him with my life and the life of our daughter. I know that if I tell him that something must stay between us, he won’t tell.

Bonus: What is one private thing that you would like to know about someone?
I enjoy hearing about the sexual escapades of most people, especially our sexy friends. In fact, we need more sexy friends who’ll share their sexual escapades with us. Actually, we need more sexy friends who enjoy making us part of their sexual escapades!

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Our preferred sleeping configuration involves lots of skin-on-skin contact, in particular my hand on Jill’s ass.  What can I say?  I enjoy copping a feel.

[I am aware that, after last week’s Sinful Sunday post, many commenters wanted to see a follow-up of sorts.  Though this is probably not what they had in mind, this is what happened immediately after last week’s photo was taken.]

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For those of you whose musical tastes preclude you from listening to anything released more than two years ago, The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia is a song originally produced in 1972 and performed by American singer Vicki Lawrence. Even if you’ve never heard the song, chances are you remember Chris Penn talking about it in the opening scene of Reservoir Dogs (1992). It’s one of the few songs that skirt the edges of country music and still get played with any regularity in my house (or my car). This is thanks largely to its tragic narrative, though the unusual structure and rhyme scheme, the appealing blend of country with rock and folk, and Vicki Lawrence’s vocals, don’t hurt either.

The song, which reached number one on the Billboard charts, concerns a man known only as “Brother” (as his sister is the singer of the song) who returns home after a two-week trip to a place called Candletop. He learns from his best friend Andy that Brother’s wife has spent the last two weeks in the company of other men, including Andy himself. When Brother returns home and finds his wife gone, he goes to Andy’s house intent on murder. However, Andy has already been shot to death by an unknown assailant. Brother is arrested and convicted in a kangaroo court, and hanged before the singer can confess to the crime. She also reveals that the reason Brother’s wife wasn’t home on the night of the murder is because she had killed her as well.

(Where or what is Candletop? Nobody knows. There’s no explanation within the song or without; the only references that exist on the internet come in discussion of the song. According to one website I found, it’s not a real place. The cynic in me says that it probably has to do with cross-burning.)

Three people dead, with a fourth responsible not only for killing two of them, but for inadvertently causing the execution of her own brother, all because a woman exhibited sexual agency. I understand that the song takes place in Georgia, where sex toys are illegal in some jurisdictions, and where a woman was arrested and charged with murder earlier this month for willfully terminating her pregnancy; therefore I am not surprised to think that the situation described in the song might lead a pious Christian woman to jump to conclusions and commit murder before even speaking to her cuckolded brother about whether such an extreme course of action might fix the problem, or actually make it worse.

I realize that whether it’s easy or extremely difficult, many people regularly go without sex for two weeks – or even much longer – while their partners are out of town, deployed with the military, or incarcerated. I also realize that many people can and do go just as long without sex while their partners live with them in the same house, completely oblivious to the growing resentment as they snore away in bed. Obviously Brother’s wife wasn’t willing to do that. But I’m not here to judge a fictitious character in a song for her extramarital proclivities. Instead I’m going to re-tell the events of The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia, taking steps to insert intelligence, sex-positivity, and far less murder wherever I can.

I’m not a songwriter, so I’m not going to do the obvious thing and rewrite the song completely; I suspect that replicating the AABCCB pattern would be problematic for someone with my skills anyway. Instead, I’m going to examine how these events may have played out in a nearly-perfect world. Not a perfect world, because I’m convinced such a thing couldn’t possibly exist, but a far better one than the one we’ve got. Actually, in a perfect world the lights would never go out in Georgia, because there would be no fundamentalist repression, and husbands and wives would have sex on top of the covers with the lights on.

As in another recent post of mine, the first step is to consider the possibility that the cheating wife wasn’t actually cheating, and that Brother didn’t view her dalliances as a betrayal. For the purpose of the following, I have adopted the name Travis for the character of Brother, and Amanda for his nameless wife, as those were the names of Dennis Quaid’s and Kristy McNichol’s characters in the 1981 film version of The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia.

Travis’ truck pulled up to Webb’s Bar. He was returning home from two weeks away at Candletop, an intensive two-week seminar where he learned how to make his own candles and other handicrafts. Travis had a thriving Etsy business and wanted to add a couple new items to his long-standing repertoire of artisanal greeting cards and vegan-friendly hand soaps.

The place wasn’t busy; it never was on Sunday nights. The stereo was playing Patsy Cline, though not so loud that patrons couldn’t converse while they drank. Two tables were occupied, one by a middle-aged couple and the other by a trio of bikers playing cards. Only three barstools were taken. He stood at the horseshoe-shaped bar and ordered a whiskey and soda on the rocks. While the bartender poured it Travis realized that on one of the barstools on the other side of the bar sat Andy Wolloe, Travis’ best friend. He waved, and Andy lifted his beer in Travis’ direction. He looked glum, and Travis noticed he didn’t make eye contact.

The bartender set a highball glass down in front of Travis, who replaced it with a ten-dollar bill. While he waited for his change he looked back at Andy, still sitting on his stool and staring quietly into his glass. Travis left a dollar for the bartender and walked down to where Andy sat. Andy said hello.

“Hi,” said Travis. “What’s doin’?”

Andy shrugged. “How was your workshop or whatever it was?” Still no eye contact.

Travis wondered what was wrong with his friend. It wasn’t like him to look away. He wondered if it was depression. “It was fun. I learned a lot. Met some cool people.”

“That’s great,” Andy said, though his tone of voice betrayed no happiness for his friend. “You been home yet?” Travis said he hadn’t. “Why don’t you sit down?” Travis took a seat and sipped his whiskey. “Listen, I’m your best friend, right?” The other man nodded. “You know I’d never lie to you. Well, while you were gone, Amanda was sleeping around. I’m sorry to have to tell you that, but it’s true.” He paused, giving Travis a chance to react to the news, but he didn’t so Andy spoke again: “Figured you’d want to hear it from a friend instead of some busybody at the bank or something.”

Travis nodded, but looked straight ahead. He wasn’t as crestfallen as Andy thought he would be. No anger. No tears, even. Finally, Travis said, “I know what she’s been up to.”

“You know?” Travis nodded. Andy swallowed hard. “So what are you going to do?”

“Nothing. It’s an arrangement we have. She wants to sleep with somebody else, we talk about it, and if we’re all on the same page she does it. Same thing goes for me.” He drummed his fingers on the bar for a moment.

“Actually while I was gone I hooked up with a couple really cute chicks. Got their numbers. Maybe we’ll stay in touch.”

Andy processed this. Then he asked, “How’s it going to look if your wife is running around fuckin’ other guys? What are people going to think of you as a man?”

Travis shrugged his shoulders. “Doesn’t really matter what people think. All that matters is what my wife thinks. And what I think. I don’t live my life to placate other people’s perceptions of me.” He lifted his glass and took a sip. Then he turned to face Andy. He waited until Andy was looking at him before he said, “Not even yours.”

Andy looked away from Travis. He couldn’t believe the indifference. Andy only had one card left to play, and he played it: “Well, I’m one of the men Amanda was sleeping with. How does that make you feel about her?”

“I already knew.” Andy’s eyes went wide, but Travis didn’t slow down to let his words sink in before continuing: “The way she told it, you and she had run into each other at the supermarket one day. You made plans to have a drink here the next night. She called me and asked if it was okay. We discussed it.” Andy didn’t know what to say. He’d known the whole time? He began to sputter indignantly, trying to form words, to ask why he would even consider loaning out his wife. Travis saved him the trouble of asking: “I’ve known you since kindergarten. You’re a good guy. I figured you’d treat her with respect, and take an active interest in her pleasure as opposed to just your own.” Amanda told Travis the next day that his perception of his best friend had been correct, and Travis had been relieved. As Travis spoke, Andy’s unease showed on his face. It was one thing to sneak around with a woman behind her husband’s back, but suddenly it seemed like he’d gotten played by both of them. He felt like a fool. “So of course I told her yes,” Travis said. “But you know what? I’m starting to wish I hadn’t.”

They sat there in silence for a moment or two, Andy staring at his beer. Eventually he picked it up and drank from it. Then he broke the silence and said, “What kind of a man makes candles anyway?” The words cut Travis like a blade. “You and your stupid crafts. No wonder your wife had to sleep around.”

Travis got up from his stool and stood beside the other man and looked down at him, waiting for him to make a move. Andy knew what was coming. He got up from his barstool and faced his friend. If he couldn’t hurt the guy by sleeping with his wife or insulting his masculinity, he’d settle for an old-fashioned parking lot brawl. And maybe he would win or maybe he would lose, but he wasn’t going to give up until he’d drawn blood. But he wasn’t going to make the first move. He waited for Travis to suggest they take it outside.

“If you’re trying to provoke me, it isn’t going to work.” Travis drained the last of his drink and set the glass down atop the bar. “Maybe you should go see a therapist, Andy. You’ve got a lot of growing up to do.”

***

Travis walked through the door twenty minutes later, with a suitcase in one hand, flowers in the other, and his duffel bag over his shoulder. Scrappy Doo greeted him first, leaping against him, trying desperately to lick his face. Travis rubbed the top of his furry head and the dog got down, though he stayed close. It had been two weeks. They’d never been apart for two weeks.

Amanda greeted him next, in her bathrobe and still toweling off after a shower. They embraced warmly, kissing with all the unrestrained passion that comes with a two-week separation. She opened her robe, letting Travis slip his hands inside and explore the curves he loved so much.

While Amanda put the flowers in a vase, Travis unzipped his duffel bag and pulled out some of the candles he’d made. “These look nice,” she said as she set the vase on the kitchen table. “Do you feel like you have the hang of it now?” Travis nodded as he continued to rifle through his bag. He had a clay pot, a porcelain votive holder and, cushioned inside a layer of bubble wrap, a green dragon made of blown-glass. He unwrapped it and showed it to her. Amanda gasped. “Did you make this yourself? Was it hard?”

“Not really, once you get used to doing it. This wasn’t my first attempt though. Do you like it?”

“I love it. And I love you.”

He continued to pull out souvenirs he’d brought back from his trip. The last thing he withdrew from the bag was a wooden flute. “I whittled this myself,” he said as he handed it to her. Amanda blew a couple cursory notes with it, then set it down on the table.

“I’d rather be blowing something else.”

Two hours later they lay in bed, their naked bodies pressed together. Amanda’s hand was draped across Travis’ chest, her face against his shoulder. She still hadn’t caught her breath. She wanted to tell him how good he was, but she couldn’t. Even if she had, she was certain he already knew.

“That was so good,” Travis said. Amanda managed a laugh. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing. That’s just exactly what I was thinking.”

He stroked her hair a bit while they lay together in silence. “I really needed that.”

“How were the ladies at Candletop?”

“Not as sexy as you, that’s for sure.”

“Oh come on! You don’t have to say that.”

“I know I don’t. But it’s true.”

“But they were sexy, weren’t they?”

“Oh, definitely. One was this cute hippie type. Long hair, thick glasses.” Amanda asked about her tits. “Thirty-six C, she told me. Definitely fun to play with. She’s a sculptor. She showed me how to make that clay pot.”

“Sounds fun. Are you going to call her?”

“Probably, if that’s all right with you. She comes out this way once a year to visit her sister. Said she’d let me know when.” Amanda nodded. Then Travis said, “I ran into Andy Wolloe tonight at Webb’s. He was acting really weird. I felt like he was…trying to use what happened between you and him against me.”

“What?” she asked. “That’s not like Andy. Is it?”

“I wouldn’t have thought so. Guess I was wrong. Did you tell him that you and I are open?”

“Yeah! I made it very clear that I wouldn’t do anything with him unless it was okay with you. Of course, he’d had a few drinks by then, so maybe he wasn’t listening.”

“He was acting like an asshole. Kept saying things like, ‘What’s everyone going to think?’ I could tell he just didn’t get it.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I never should have slept with him.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not your fault anyway. Andy was just making it sound like the whole town knows. And I know that doesn’t matter. But maybe we should just be careful.”

“Nobody knows, Travis. I only got together with two other guys beside Andy. The UPS driver, who’s he going to tell? And Seth, well, he’s not the kind to brag. Anyway, I think he’s afraid of you.”

“He is?”

“My point is, I was very discreet. I didn’t carry on with any of these guys in public, and I sure as hell didn’t tell anybody what I was doing. It’s none of their business anyway.” Travis found her words reassuring. She continued: “It’s not even like Andy knew I’d hooked up with Seth, or vice versa.”

“I know,” Travis said. “You’ve always been discreet. It’s not you. It’s Andy.”

“Forget Andy,” she said as she leaned over to kiss him. “He doesn’t matter.”

***

But Andy did matter, certainly to Travis. He hated to think that he might have to let go of the friendship, but he couldn’t abide the way the other man had acted that night. Over the next couple months, they saw each other seldom, twice at Webb’s, though neither man acknowledged the other; and once at a first birthday party for a mutual friend’s daughter. That day, Travis kept his distance, though Amanda noticed Andy trying to make eye contact with her husband. She mentioned it in the car ride home, but Travis disregarded her words.

One Saturday the two men crossed paths in the park. Travis was walking Scrappy Doo on the path near the koi pond and Andy jogged by. Instinctively, Travis smiled, though he hadn’t meant to. Andy slowed to a stop.

“Hey buddy,” he said as he caught his breath.

“What’s doin’?” Travis asked. He had his guard up, but he tried to act like he didn’t.

“Not much.” Then, after a moment of awkward silence, “Been seeing a therapist, actually.” Andy seemed embarrassed to have to tell him so.

“Oh yeah?” Travis was legitimately impressed. That was definitely not something he was expecting. He hoped he came off as conciliatory and not judgmental.

“Your suggestion. Remember that night?” Travis nodded, and asked how it was going. “The first couple weeks were pretty tough, actually. I’m not the kind of guy to talk about feelings. Felt like a damn idiot. But eventually it got easier. Therapist says I’ve been making good progress.” Travis had to admit that he sounded sincere. He offered Andy congratulations. “Anyway, I need to apologize.”

Travis raised an eyebrow and considered asking what Andy felt he needed to apologize for, but decided not to pretend. Andy did owe him an apology. His behavior that time at Webb’s was inexcusable. “Okay,” he said, making a gesture to show that he was giving Andy the floor.

“I’m sorry, Travis,” Andy said. “The fact is, I was jealous.”

“What do you have to be jealous of?” As he said it, Travis panicked, finding himself momentarily worried that Andy was going to say something stupid. He steeled himself for the inevitable I-wish-we-hadn’t-let-a-woman-come-between-us comment. Travis really didn’t want to have to explain to Andy the wrongness of such a statement.

“Your business. That online thing you got. Here I am, been working nine-to-five, breaking my back all these years and I’m still in the mailroom. Meanwhile you’re making birthday cards and candles or whatever, you’re your own boss, and you’re making more money than I ever have.” Travis laughed. To some extent he could understand Andy’s feelings. “I think on some level I wouldn’t have been jealous if you were making furniture. Cutting wood, sanding it and staining it. Something manly like that. But a man making little soaps? It just didn’t make sense to me.”

“Anyone can do it,” Travis said. “It isn’t even all that hard. You’ve just gotta be dedicated.”

“I was jealous because of Amanda too. I’ve wanted her for so long.”

“Well, you’ve had her. Why be jealous now?”

“I’m not anymore. Fact is, I’m seeing someone. She’s really special.”

“That’s great! We’d love to meet her.”

“Maybe we could meet up at Webb’s some afternoon. Have a drink, then maybe go out to dinner.” Travis agreed.

“Only thing is, she’s kind of jealous. So please don’t say anything in front of her about me and Amanda getting together. Deal?”

“Deal,” said Travis. “Give me a call sometime.”  They shook hands and continued on their way.

 

Hello sexy peeps. I was sitting around on Saturday and thinking up TMI Tuesday questions. Below is the result but I could not think of a title for this week’s questions. It is up to you to title this week’s TMI offering…

Jack’s Answers

1. What would you eat for your “last supper”?
My wife’s pussy, along with that of any other willing women.

2. Name 3 interesting and unique things to do in your town/city/region.
In my actual town, there isn’t much that I’d consider unique. Sure, there’s plenty to do – parks, restaurants, shops, hiking, and the like, but I’m guessing any other comparable suburb could offer the exact same activities. So instead I will head up to San Francisco and recommend trying some of the greatest food and drink in the world, including fresh, locally-sourced produce at the Ferry Building Marketplace, overstuffed burritos in the Mission District, artisanal pizza in North Beach, dim sum in the largest Chinatown district in the United States, sourdough bread at Boudin Bakery at Fisherman’s Wharf, a diverse variety of gourmet food trucks at Off the Grid, cocktails at the world-famous Buena Vista Café, or espresso at Blue Bottle Coffee. I also recommend getting your science on at the Exploratorium – an enormous interactive museum in the Embarcadero designed to change the way the world learns and featuring more than six hundred exhibits – and the California Academy of Sciences – one of the world’s largest natural history museums featuring an aquarium, planetarium, and four-story walk-through rainforest, and incorporating a number of environmentally-conscious design features. When you’re done chasing science and delicious food around the City, how about some entertainment?  The Cable Car Nymphomaniac is a funny, sexy musical that challenges tradition and the status quo while championing 1970s feminist ideals. The Cable Car Nymphomaniac is based on actual events in San Francisco history, and cast and crew alike are phenomenal. If you’re like Jill and I, you’ll find yourself singing the very memorable songs days later. If you’re not local, book your flight right now, because you’ve only got until Sunday, June 28th.

3. Tell us 2 things that terrify you.
Death – not my own; that of those I love – and the possibility of having this side of ourselves (i.e. this blog) made public to those we know offline. This terrifies me largely because I am the driving force behind all of it. Were it not for my own needs, I suspect Jill would be content to live monogamously. Therefore I’d assume most of the guilt for any repercussions that might arise.

4. Give us your best sex tip.
The tip of my penis. I’d definitely like to give it to more than a few of the people reading this.

5. What do you have that you need to throw away?
There’s a bag of trash in the kitchen I should probably get off my ass and take outside.

Bonus: Would you participate in a sex organ beauty pageant? Why or why not?
I probably would. I think my cock is quite fetching; lots of women (and more than a few men) have complimented me on it, which leads me to believe that I might actually stand a chance, even if I suspect my cock, though very attractive and talented, may disappoint during the personal interview phase. Of course, my real sex organ is my brain, and if that’s the organ being judged on its physical beauty I’d have to decline. I don’t want anyone sawing open my cranium.

Jill’s Answers

1. What would you eat for your “last supper”?
I’d start with a caesar salad, and for my appetizer I’d like coconut shrimp. For my entree I’ll go with filet mignon served medium rare, plus a loaded baked potato and green beans. For dessert, I’d like crème brûlée. If you can replicate the chocolate crème brûlée I once had at a local restaurant, even better.

2. Name 3 interesting and unique things to do in your town/city/region.
The Golden Gate Bridge is about half an hour from where we live. Why not walk across it, just so you can say you did? And Wine Country is about forty-five minutes north of there. Wine-tasting in Napa and Sonoma is a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon, or even an entire weekend. And although it isn’t particularly close to where we live, Disneyland is a scant seven or eight hours’ drive, and makes for a fun weekend trip if walking across a bridge doesn’t seem expensive or chaotic enough for you.

3. Tell us 2 things that terrify you.
Losing a loved one may be the most terrifying thing I can imagine. It’s almost too terrible for me to think about. As for my second thing, I’ll take a cue from Indiana Jones and say snakes.

4. Give us your best sex tip.
Make sure you and your partner communicate your wants and needs openly and honestly.

5. What do you have that you need to throw away?
My favorite jeans. They’re worn out.

Bonus: Would you participate in a sex organ beauty pageant? Why or why not?
I would. It’s probably a great way to see a variety of beautiful naked women and men, and I’m very confident in the beauty of my pussy. Even if I didn’t win, I imagine the judging process would be a hell of a lot of fun whatever it happens to entail.

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I dislike wearing clothing to bed.  May as well take it all off.

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Welcome to another week, welcome to another TMI Tuesday.

Jack’s Answers

1. Tell us about something that recently happened with you that is truly “too much information”.
I’m not going to tell you about the shape and density of my turds or anything; my TMI tends to be more sexual in nature. This isn’t particularly recent, but some months back I was masturbating and when I ejaculated I noticed that it was discolored. It appeared to be brown or red, though I didn’t study it too closely as I’ve been masturbating for twenty-five years or more and one ejaculation tends to be the same as the last one. Still, I was disturbed by the sight and more than a little worried that it might be testicular cancer or something. I went online and did a search, and found that it’s common for men in my age group to experience bloody ejaculation as a result of overexertion while working out. I’d been spending more time than usual on a stationary bike, and I’d heard that doing so could cause reproductive issues, so I immediately switched up my regimen and there have been no problems since. At my subsequent physical my doctor confirmed that my balls were healthy, though I was disappointed that she didn’t taste them just to be sure.

2. Share with us a tale of “too much information” that someone shared with you (and you wished they hadn’t).
Honestly, it’s hard to think of anything. Generally speaking, most of my friends and relatives realize that I’m not the guy who wants to hear about where their latest bowel movement ranked on the Bristol Stool Scale, nor do I want to know about the relative itchiness of their asshole, the color and viscosity of their urine, or whether their doctor is willing to prescribe an extra-strength topical cream for hemorrhoids. I have an aunt who probably sees no issue with telling me the most godawful (though fortunately non-sexual) things about her health, but I think I have successfully repressed memories of anything she might have told me. The best thing I can come up with is how I happened upon a friend’s Facebook posting about the deplorable condition in which she found the ladies room of her local Starbucks. All I could think of was, why? What sort of thrill or feeling of superiority might a human being get from sharing such a nightmare on social media? Understand that it was merely text, no photos, and she didn’t even go into much depth. Still, I didn’t get it. This is why I rarely visit Facebook.

3. Do you or your significant other use the toilet while the other is in the bathroom doing something else? Do you mind?
We don’t do that, but we have the luxury of living in a house with multiple bathrooms. I imagine that if we only had a single bathroom, I’d have to bite the bullet and just deal with it. Fortunately it isn’t an issue; this is something that kind of squicks me. And not because I find going to the bathroom gross, necessarily, but because I find it deeply personal and private. It may be different for Jill, however, as she’s one of many children in a huge family, and I imagine given the size of the family versus the size of the house in which she grew up, privacy was probably an afterthought sometimes.

4. Will you make a bowel movement when your significant other is in the bathroom?
I won’t even do it if I’m alone and the door doesn’t lock, unless my privacy is absolutely guaranteed, i.e. I’m home alone and expect to be for the duration, or there is an armed guard posted outside with orders to shoot to kill. Obviously I’m not using a public restroom without a locking stall door, either. Hell, I’m wary about using one unless there’s a hook right at the edge of the door where I can hang my coat to block the little sliver of visibility when people pass by. What can I say? I have issues. This is about as vulnerable as I ever let myself get. Once I was on a road trip with Jill’s family and we’d all stopped for breakfast in the middle of nowhere. I headed to the men’s room, but when I saw that the stalls had these little truncated half-doors that essentially left at most a foot and a half to the imagination of anyone else who happened to be in the men’s room, I decided I’d rather take my chances with whatever the next stop, be it for gas, snacks, coffee, or a quick walk around a rest area, might bring.

5. Toilet paper, yes or no?
For the love of God, I hope this question isn’t asking whether or not I use toilet paper. I’m almost afraid to find out whether anyone answers no. Please tell me nobody answered no to this one. I mean, I’m not reading this question wrong, am I? Is it asking if we prefer toilet paper as opposed to, say, baby wipes or something? It’s not just, like, do you wipe your ass or don’t you, is it? Because that’s almost too repulsive to contemplate.

Bonus: What did you do this weekend? Did you have fun?
Visited family. Barbecued. Ate well, and drank a few beers. Went swimming. Enjoyed the sunshine. Had sex with Jill over and over. I had fun.

Jill’s Answers

1. Tell us about something that recently happened with you that is truly “too much information”.
My period showed up early, and it wasn’t pretty. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the sort of woman to be ashamed of menstruating, and if I was Jack has made it very clear that I shouldn’t as he has never had any problem fucking me while I’m on my period. Still, I am really squeamish about receiving oral sex when I’m on my period. But like I said, it wasn’t pretty given how heavy my flow was. Luckily I was home at the time. It could have been a lot worse. I could have been swimming, or horseback riding, or God forbid jumping on a trampoline. How’s that? Is that TMI enough for you?

2. Share with us a tale of “too much information” that someone shared with you (and you wished they hadn’t).
A friend was sick recently, and felt the need to share with me all of the gory details about every one of her symptoms. I’d elaborate, if only to unburden myself, but trust me, you really don’t want that. It was unpleasant, but not really out of character for this particular friend.

3. Do you or your significant other use the toilet while the other is in the bathroom doing something else? Do you mind?
No, we don’t do that. It really wouldn’t bother me if it wasn’t a bowel movement, but that’s just not something that we do. Of course, the toilet in our master bathroom is separate from our sink, so if I need to use the bathroom while Jack is shaving, or if Jack needs to use the bathroom while I’m curling my hair, it’s as simple as just closing the door. But I think we’re more likely to simply use separate bathrooms.

4. Will you make a bowel movement when your significant other is in the bathroom?
No. I like my privacy.

5. Toilet paper, yes or no?
Yes, I use toilet paper. Doesn’t everyone? I guess there are probably some people who have to improvise, but I prefer toilet paper to leaves or newspapers. Occasionally I’ll use personal wipes, but I find that toilet paper works just fine most of the time.

Bonus: What did you do this weekend? Did you have fun?
We spent this weekend with Jack’s family. We ate great food, went swimming frequently, and had lots of sex while my in-laws were looking after our daughter. On Sunday I spent a fun day at the park with my daughter, as well as my sister and her kids. It was so much fun. There was a little meltdown at the end courtesy of my daughter who never wants to leave her grandparents’ house, but she eventually calmed down and we made it home safely.

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!