Mind Your Fucking Business, You Nosy Piece of Shit

A couple weeks ago I noticed that I had a new follower on Twitter. It was a pretty girl in her twenties, or at least that was the profile picture selected for the account in order to get the attention of guys like myself. To be fair, it worked. I clicked the link to my new follower’s profile and realized that its tweets consisted, essentially, of badly-misspelled clickbait, and the same tired memes everybody seems to be sharing on social media these days.

Still, I’d ventured this far, so I thought I might as well delve further. I checked out the pictures on the account’s profile page in the hopes of finding something sufficiently sexy, funny, insightful, or even mildly interesting that it might justify my having investigated the account in the first place. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t ultimately find anything that fit my criteria. Actually, I don’t remember exactly what I found there, with one exception. And the exception proved enough to make me regret straying from the happy status quo of my Twitter feed in the first place.

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If you can’t tell what’s going on in the photo, or rather what some ignorant bros-before-hos misogynist wants you to believe is going on, allow me to explain: On the left side of the image are several rows of spectators at a football game. We are meant to focus on the woman in the foreground, who appears to be sending a text message. On the right-hand side is a note, hastily-scrawled on a strip of receipt paper, ostensibly warning the guy on the woman’s left – the one in the blue jacket and baseball cap – of a dire situation he’s too immersed in his Thanksgiving matchup between the Chicago Bears and Detroit Lions to notice:

hey bro, I don’t know you & you don’t know me. When you get home check your girls phone. She’s been texting “Jason” saying she wishes she was with him all day!

The story quickly went viral, with numerous media outlets picking up the ball and running with it. I found a very in-depth story on the non-event at something called Mad World News, which I’m sure is reputable based in part on the pop-up herpes treatment ad that greeted me when I opened up the story in my browser.

The story includes an interview with the supposed good samaritan, identified here as “Lye”. Okay, seriously? You come up with a likely fabricated situation clearly designed to make you look like a hero just so you can crow about it on social media, and your name is “Lye”? Dude, come on.

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I’m not even going to comment on his use of loaded phrases like “being the man that I am” or “his woman”, nor the implausibility of Lye actually encountering the couple on their way out of a crowded football game. Have you ever tried finding somebody in the massive exodus that follows a concert or sporting event?  It’s damn near impossible, even if you’re sitting in adjacent rows.  In fact, why didn’t he just give the note to the guy as he was getting up to leave his seat?  And would anybody reading this really take the direction of a complete stranger upon being handed a mysterious note and wait until you got home before reading it?

Lye claims in his Facebook post that he was tipsy, which may be why he felt comfortable approaching complete strangers. However, I opine that the same factor could contribute to his having mischaracterized the situation. Maybe the three ballpark beers on which he dropped $27 clouded his judgment. He’s responded to critics who suggest that the couple might have actually been siblings by stating that from his vantage point behind them, with a bloodstream full of alcohol, he felt comfortable judging the situation. He claims that the woman turned away or otherwise hid her phone at any point when her supposed partner might have been able to see what she was typing. What if none of that happened, and the alcohol merely made it seem that way? Hell, maybe he just misread her phone, which a stand-up guy like Lye shouldn’t have been reading in the first place. But I’ll address that later.

I’ll be honest, I doubt that any of this ever happened. But if it did, I’m guessing that Lye was trying to break the couple up so he could fuck one or the other without worrying that it was technically cheating. If so, I’d love an update. Did either of them ever get in touch? The guy is doing media interviews – sorry, “media” interviews – so clearly he’s reachable. Part of me is inclined to believe that he’s a hypocrite who wanted to bang the woman (since he’s certain she sleeps around), but his care and concern for her supposed partner betrays an inborn sensitivity to his fellow man; I’m guessing he gives an out-of-this-world blowjob, and that that was his primary motivation for writing the note in the first place. After all, per the interview at the above link, Lye’s sole regret involves “the fact that I didn’t leave anything for him to be able to contact me on.”

It may come as a shock, but things that strangers type on their phones in a public setting are not the concern of some drunken stranger sitting behind them. If such an individual sees fit to read over a person’s shoulder, regardless of circumstance it makes that person an asshole as opposed to a good samaritan. Additionally, just because you’re too narrow-minded to attempt it yourself, understand that some people live their lives differently than you do, with contrasting notions of what constitutes fidelity.

I wouldn’t dream of reading my wife’s phone because I trust her implicitly, and I know that if she does happen to flirt with someone via phone I’m completely confident in our marriage. Besides, I’m probably doing it too. Anyway, if I wouldn’t invade her privacy like that, what do you think I might do to some snooping bag of dicks who thinks it’s okay to read over her shoulder? I’m not a violent man, but I kind of wish the guy had read the note as soon as Lye gave it to him, stated that the woman who’d been sitting beside him was a co-worker, his cousin, his poly girlfriend, or otherwise not sexually beholden to him, advised him to mind his own fucking business, and maybe kicked the shit out of him just to drive the point home. I would have absolutely loved it if that Facebook post went viral.

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Officially, I still believe that none of this actually happened. As far as I’m concerned it’s a clear attempt to fabricate something for personal gain, in this case having the story go viral so that people – okay, men who are unconfident in themselves and in their relationships – think that he’s out there fighting the good fight. Much like the Stephen Glasses and the Jayson Blairs of the world, Lye was in the right place at the right time and saw something nobody else did. In posting about it, he betrays not only his own inherent misogyny and lack of trust in women, but also his feelings of inferiority as a man in a world where women fight every day for agency against the male establishment.

Maybe he got cheated on. It happens. In fact, maybe his mother cheated on his father when he was a kid, which would have led him to believe at an early age that women are untrustworthy, and perhaps set him up for a lifetime of disastrous relationships that would almost certainly involve infidelity. This would explain where such ambitious, large-scale paranoia as this Facebook post – or even his miscategorization of the couple at the football game – might have come from. But at the end of the day, he’s still just a prick sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Bottom line: Don’t assume. Asshole.

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TMI Tuesday: May 26, 2015

More questions about every TMI-er’s favorite topic courtesy of recusen.

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Jack’s Answers

1. Which of the following best describes your view of sex?
a) Ritual
b) Game
c) Performance
d) Adventure
e) Other
Throughout my life, sex has been each of the above, with (e) standing in for a pretty broad assortment of off-the-board answers. Generally speaking, though, I would say that sex can currently be best represented by a combination of (b), Game; and (d), Adventure. Sex should be fun and exciting, and we do our best to make sure that it is. However, if I had to choose only one of the two, I would reluctantly go with (d).

2. What is your view of spontaneous vs. planned sex?
a) Spontaneous is always better.
b) Spontaneous sex seems rushed to me. I prefer a little warning to prepare mentally and/or physically.
c) I enjoy the anticipation before planned sex.
d) In my life circumstances, planning is required.
There was a time in my life when I would definitely have gone with (a). I can admit to enjoying spontaneous sex at least in theory, whether with my wife or with a new partner. In fact, with Jill sometimes the spontaneity that comes with segueing from performing a mundane task or going about the business of domestic bliss to fevered passion is tremendously exciting. However, I feel inclined to go with (c). Especially with a new partner, I find that anticipating seeing her naked for the first time, imagining what she sounds like when she climaxes, and wondering about the sweetness of her flesh on my lips is powerfully erotic.

3. At the beginning of sex, what is your most immediate worry?
a) It will take too long.
b) It will be over too soon.
c) You will be interrupted.
d) You will fail to please your partner.
e) Your partner will fail to please you.
f) Something will cause pain.
g) There is gong to be a discussion/argument about something.
Definitely (c). Our daughter is an expert cockblocker and always has been. Generally speaking she can fend for herself for awhile as Jill and I enjoy some alone time, but it is not unusual for her to come looking for us. In fact, as a stay-at-home dad, I know very well the frustration that comes with trying to sneak off to my bedroom for an orgasm in the middle of the afternoon.

4. At the beginning of sex, what happy result are you looking forward to most?
a) Pure physical pleasure and orgasm.
b) Pure emotional pleasure at being intimate with your partner.
c) Pleasing your partner.
d) A feeling of closeness to your partner afterward.
e) Not being so horny afterward.
Probably (a) and (c). Such answers as (b) and (d) are also important, but definitely not at the forefront of my mind, and I imagine the same is true for Jill as well. While we know that for some people sex is as much about the expression of emotion as it is about physical pleasure and release, for us the focus during sex is on the physical aspect. We can express ourselves emotionally when we’ve got our clothes on, in mixed company. Therefore it’s natural that I’d answer (a) and (c), though especially (a).

5) After sex, how long until you start looking forward to the next time?
Pretty much right away. If you haven’t yet gleaned from this blog, my mind is always on sex.

Bonus: Your ideal date would be
a. pizza and a movie
b. hot dog and a ball game
c. picnic and a bike ride
d. candlelight dinner
It probably depends on the person I’m with, but I’ll go with (a). Actually, Jill’s and my third date (which is the one where we had sex) began with pizza and a movie. Actually no. The movie came first, then the pizza.

Jill’s Answers

1. Which of the following best describes your view of sex?
a) Ritual
b) Game
c) Performance
d) Adventure
e) Other
(b) and (d). Sex is exciting and fun. There are elements of performance and maybe even ritual as well, but for me the most important qualities are excitement and fun. I want to enjoy sex, not get bogged down in arcane ritual.

2. What is your view of spontaneous vs. planned sex?
a) Spontaneous is always better.
b) Spontaneous sex seems rushed to me. I prefer a little warning to prepare mentally and/or physically.
c) I enjoy the anticipation before planned sex.
d) In my life circumstances, planning is required.
(a). I love spontaneous excitement. That isn’t to say that I don’t get pleasure out of the anticipation as described in (c), but there is a very tangible excitement that comes with being taken very spur-of-the-moment, without even an instant to prepare oneself.

3. At the beginning of sex, what is your most immediate worry?
a) It will take too long.
b) It will be over too soon.
c) You will be interrupted.
d) You will fail to please your partner.
e) Your partner will fail to please you.
f) Something will cause pain.
g) There is gong to be a discussion/argument about something.
If my daughter is in the house, I would have to go with (c). The fear of being interrupted is a very common and realistic one for us. The rest of the options wouldn’t even cross my mind. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as the only real problem with sex taking too long is, again, being interrupted by our daughter. I don’t care if it’s over too soon because I’m never left unsatisfied. My partner and I never fail to please each other, and if pain occurs due to some sort of mishap such as falling out of bed or bumping my head on my nightstand, I’m not worried that it will lead to serious injury. I trust Jack and know that he takes care of me physically as well as emotionally. As for arguments, we don’t argue during sex. Actually we barely ever argue at all.

4. At the beginning of sex, what happy result are you looking forward to most?
a) Pure physical pleasure and orgasm.
b) Pure emotional pleasure at being intimate with your partner.
c) Pleasing your partner.
d) A feeling of closeness to your partner afterward.
e) Not being so horny afterward.
I’d go with all of them, but if I can only pick one, let’s go with (a). I love physical pleasure and orgasms. I’m not ashamed to admit that these are the major reasons why I enjoy sex.

5) After sex, how long until you start looking forward to the next time?
Immediately.

Bonus: Your ideal date would be
a. pizza and a movie
b. hot dog and a ball game
c. picnic and a bike ride
d. candlelight dinner
(a). I don’t get to go to the movies very often, and I like pizza. Actually I prefer the pizza I make at home to any pizza I could get at a restaurant, but I don’t know if it’s still an ideal date if I have to cook dinner. And (d) is a very close second.

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TMI Tuesday: May 19, 2015

Good Morning. Let’s play TMI Tuesday!

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Jack’s Answers

1. What three things do you expect from a relationship with a lover/spouse?
Honesty. Respect. Love, if it’s that kind of relationship. I want to say sex as well, even though there are few things these days that are more unappealing than a man who expects or feels entitled to sex. Still, if I have a lover, I doubt our relationship will be expressed primarily through sonnets and bouquets of roses; therefore I don’t think I’m out of line in saying I’d expect sex from someone with whom I had a sexual relationship.

2. What three things do you expect from a relationship with your child?
Back-talk. Whining. Lack of sleep. And these three things go both ways.

3. How do you mend a broken heart?

Distraction. Obviously there are those who suffer a broken heart and immediately turn to drink, or to a container of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. And I certainly have no problem with that. But for me, the most surefire cure for the blues is immersing myself in any of a number of activities that won’t remind me of my loss. If I can keep busy, I am less likely to feel the pain, and more likely to get over the breakup without any serious stumbling blocks.

4. What is your favorite therapy (remedial treatment of mental or bodily disorder)?
I’m not really sure how to answer this. I don’t actually have any therapy of this type. And I really need it. But the fact is, I raise a child and I run a business. I’m probably one of the busiest people I know. As my daughter gets older and more demanding of my time, I find that some mental therapy would be greatly appreciated. In the past, when she was younger and relatively less needy, I would stay up as late as three o’clock to decompress after a trying day. Now, however, she’s in school. As the parent who drops her off every day, and who sometimes volunteers in her class, I don’t have the ability to forego sleep. I don’t have the luxury of partaking of therapy. There are certain indulgences I enjoy, from rich foods to nightly cocktails to masturbation, but I don’t really consider these therapy. They don’t offset the stress of the average day, and even if my life was a lot slower-paced, I’d still be indulging in them.

5. Who in your life has an annoying habit? How do you deal with this?
I can’t think of any annoying habits, really. Not in the strictest sense of the word. Nobody in my family or circle of friends regularly crack their knuckles, spit when they talk, leave their turn signals on for blocks at a time, or chew with their mouths open. However, without going into too much depth, there are certain people who are close to me who seem not to approve of how I raise my daughter. Not because of our lifestyle, or my atheism or anything like that. They just take issue with how I discipline her. I’m not particularly strict, really – my daughter doesn’t require anything too serious – but I do discipline her when necessary. Which, now that I think of it, is precisely how the aforementioned certain people raised me. Oops – I’ve said too much.  Anyway, I deal with it by being confident in my parenting skills and always bearing in mind that I am doing what is necessary to ensure our daughter the best possible upbringing I can provide.

6. In five words, describe yourself. You cannot use the following words: funny, fun, nice, kind, responsible.
I am sexy as fuck.

Bonus: If in a long time, romantic relationship do you still flirt? How do you flirt with your significant other?
When I first read this question, I thought it was asking whether I flirt with others even though I am in an ongoing romantic relationship. However, upon a second read I see that it’s asking whether I flirt with my significant other. The answer is yes; I’ve always been very flirty, and I never understood why someone in a long-term relationship might become complacent and stop flirting. It’s fun, exciting, and often sexy to let your significant other know you’re still interested. Beyond flirting with words and body language around the house – something we both enjoy – I have been known to flirt in a more abstract fashion, such as leaving the occasional love note taped to the bathroom mirror for Jill to find. And we’ve got nothing against public displays of affection, though we are not Facebook flirters. Many of our friends are, and it always makes us wonder if they are posting romantic sentiment on each other’s Facebook pages for its own sake, or because they want everyone to see them doing so.

Jill’s Answers

1. What three things do you expect from a relationship with a lover/spouse?
Trust, respect, and love. I have other expectations, or hopes, but these are the most basic, and as such they are non-negotiable.

2. What three things do you expect from a relationship with your child?
Perhaps surprisingly, my first three expectations from my child are the exact same as the first three from my lover or spouse, namely trust, respect, and love.

3. How do you mend a broken heart?
As the old saying goes, time heals all wounds. However, if the relationship is still ongoing, it will also require a concentrated effort to regain my trust and respect.

4. What is your favorite therapy (remedial treatment of mental or bodily disorder)?
A long, slow massage, an intense workout at the gym, or a lazy, leisurely bath. Or all three!

5. Who in your life has an annoying habit? How do you deal with this?
My daughter responds to every direction I give with a counter-argument or question. In order to deal with it, I try to be patient, chalk it up to her strong-willed and independent nature, and give the direction to her in a different way.

6. In five words, describe yourself. You cannot use the following words: funny, fun, nice, kind, responsible.
Sexy, intelligent, interesting, emotional, loving.

Bonus: If in a long time, romantic relationship do you still flirt? How do you flirt with your significant other?
I still flirt with Jack. It’s just that we don’t often find ourselves in situations that are conducive to, or allow, overt flirting. Sometimes I might grab Jack’s ass as I walk by him, or whisper something provocative in his ear. There’s nothing wrong with being flirty in front of our daughter, as I think we are demonstrating that love is good and exciting, and not something that has to diminish as time passes. But I don’t necessarily need her to catch sight of me copping a feel on her father.

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Sunday in the City Part 2: Beer With Dumb and Dumber

Looking for Part 1?  It’s here.

We hung out at the brewery long enough to have a round. The place was packed, but we were happy standing against the wall as we talked and people-watched. The two guys who joined us were my friend’s friend – actually a co-worker – who I’ll refer to as “Dumb”, and Dumb’s friend, whom I’ll refer to as “Dumber”, obviously.

After we left, Dumb suggested we hit another bar, this one a few miles from there, but a block away from the spot where my friend had parked his car that morning when we got to the City. He and I had stopped in and contemplated getting a drink, but decided to come back later when the place wasn’t so dead, i.e. on our way back to the car before driving home.

Nothing against Dumb, by the way. I don’t think he’s an asshole or anything. As his name suggests, he’s just really, really dumb. I’ve hung out with him once or twice over the years, always when he’s tagged along with my friend and I to an event or social gathering. I think he accompanied us to a concert some years back, either in 2012 or 2006. When I saw him at the brewery I can admit to not recognizing him; he’s a lot older than I remember, or else he just hasn’t aged well. In fact, every time my friend has mentioned him, I mentally swapped out his face with that of a much younger guy with similar features with whom we went to high school.

Dumb drove us to the bar. We could have walked it, but it would have taken considerably longer – half an hour or more as opposed to ten minutes by car – and the guy seemed sober enough that it didn’t worry me. Plus, he lives in the neighborhood and knows his way around better than either my friend or I. Still, I know what you’re thinking: This is going to turn out to be some kind of anti-drinking-and-driving cautionary tale. Perhaps we had some kind of close call – or even worse, an actual accident – and that’s why I made a point of mentioning Dumb’s apparent sobriety. I mean, I’m referring to the guy as Dumb rather than his actual name! Why else might I do that?

As it turns out, my confidence in our driver was justified; his skills behind the wheel were above reproach. The conversation that took place while he drove, however, left something to be desired. Which brings me to Dumber. I don’t believe I had ever met Dumber before this outing, and I feel like I need to state that this isn’t a bad thing, necessarily. I’m not up late at night wondering what might have been, or daydreaming about the adventures the four of us could have gotten into had I been introduced to Dumber five years ago. I’m certainly not scrambling to make plans with the guy for next weekend.

Like his slightly less-dumb friend, Dumber lives in San Francisco. I’m not sure what neighborhood he might call home: The Mission, with its festivals and fairs, transcendant taquerias, and vintage clothing stores? Bayview-Hunters Point, featuring the dormant Naval Shipyard, extensive residential and commercial development, and high crime rate? South of Market, which boasts countless museums, hotels, bars, and nightclubs? I’m guessing he doesn’t live in Eureka Valley, home of San Francisco’s best-known LGBT neighborhood the Castro. I say this because he told us that before leaving his place he heard two gay men having oral sex outside his window.  Or rather, because of his reaction thereto.

I have no idea as to the specific details of Dumber’s living arrangement, but I assume he lives in an apartment, probably on the second floor (if not ground level) of a typical building or complex. As he related the story I imagined that the two men were carrying on in an alley, as for whatever reason I didn’t picture the scene occurring on a very busy thoroughfare, though I suppose it could have. Per Dumber’s account, a small crowd had gathered to enjoy the spectacle, cheer on the two men, hook up, or whatever.

Being the cliché overcompensating straight male/latent homosexual, Dumber made a point of letting us know how turned off he was by the sight, or even just the sound, of the antics occurring outside his window. I’m not sure offhand how much of it he watched, although if I had to guess I’d say he watched the whole thing, jerked off the entire time, and came before immediately shutting his window and having a shameful cry in the shower.

To hear him tell it, though, he was utterly nauseated. Maybe not to the point of throwing up, but the absolute revulsion in his voice told me that he probably enjoyed the show as it was happening. Watching from a second floor window as I suspect he was, he was probably able to take it all in without fear of being seen by anyone at street level. At least, by anyone who could later identify him when he left his apartment and ask him if he was into it.

The thing that really stood out to Dumber, and to Dumb – and if I’m being honest, probably my friend as well – was the following line, spoken by someone in the alley below during a particularly climactic moment. Presumably the speaker was the guy who was receiving, though it is not inconceivable that it was instead said by one of the enthralled spectators:

“Don’t waste it.”

Everyone found this hilarious and/or disturbing, though I’m not exactly sure why. I presume that it’s due less to the fact that the speaker is speaking of ejaculation as though it were water or electricity, i.e. something precious that doesn’t deserve to be squandered on an alley floor, and due more to the fact that it was said during a sex act involving two people of the same sex. To me, though, it seems like a normal thing to say. All of these guys presumably have, or would have if given the opportunity, said or at least thought something similar while getting head from a woman. So is it envy? Do the women these guys fuck refuse to swallow? Does Dumber in fact wish that somebody regarded his cum like it was liquid gold rather than donning a hazmat suit when giving a blowjob?

Dumb warned my friend and I that if we happen to venture into a gay neighborhood we should be careful. An ominous warning, isn’t it? Be careful? Why? They’re not planning to rob, kill, or sexually assault anybody, certainly not moreso than any other demographic. It brought to mind an edition of Dan Savage’s Savage Love Podcast wherein he debunked the theory that gay men collectively suffer from greater levels of incontinence than others due to their supposed proclivity for anal sex. I don’t remember the exact quote, but he explained that the easiest way to see through rumors of widespread incontinence within the gay community was to walk through an LGBT neighborhood and note that there are no little piles of feces on the sidewalk and in the bushes because gay men by and large don’t have trouble holding in their bowel movements. See? You don’t even have to worry about stepping in anything.

Seriously, be careful? Did I detect a hint of condescension, like he thought he was imparting Yoda-like sage advice on how to navigate the urban jungle? I imagine that he went home that night very proud of himself, convinced that he’d done a good deed in helping us keep our assholes tight.

If you can’t stand the sight of two same-sex people holding hands, maybe you shouldn’t be living in a major American city known for its acceptance of LGBT individuals and culture. Still, I note that over the last couple weeks I’ve seen multiple same-sex couples holding hands right here in the boring-ass suburbs. Not people I know, either. Just random couples at the grocery store or in the park. And I realize that a public blowjob is much different than simple hand-holding, but I am certain that had Dumber seen a woman blowing a man outside of his window the conversation on the way to the bar would have been much different. And that’s when it hit me: The guy from the boring-ass suburbs is more progressive and less reflexively homophobic than the guy who lives and works in the City?

As Dumb drove, my friend mentioned the sex-positive boutique we’d gone to. He didn’t say why we were there, and they didn’t ask. But he did make a point of mentioning the two guys eating ice cream out of dog bowls. I don’t know if he brought that up because he was legitimately disturbed by the practice – though that was probably part of it – or because, knowing they would find the practice bizarre, he wanted to gross them out further.

Dumb pulled the car onto Valencia and drove a couple blocks looking for parking, which was scarce. Eventually, somebody pointed out a space on the opposite side of the street, just across from our destination. It was the kind of tight spot I myself wouldn’t have bothered trying for, knowing that by the time I made a U-turn at my next opportunity to do so it would likely be gone, and even if it wasn’t, I’d probably just embarrass myself on a crowded street as I tried to work my car into the space before pulling out in defeat and seeking something else. Dumb, however, is far more daring than I. He made a U-turn mid-block and began wedging his four-door sedan into the space, driving a few inches before reversing and twisting the steering wheel to get his rear end in place, then repeating the process. The car groaned as he put it through its paces, and finally someone – Dumber, I believe – asked if it was too tight and we should try to find a different space.

“This is rockstar parking,” I said. And then, because I couldn’t resist: “Don’t waste it.”

 

 

Say No to Crack

We’ve all been there: You’re talking to a sexy female friend and things are getting steamy. Doesn’t matter whether you’re texting, instant-messaging, speaking over the phone, or standing face-to-face as you’re stripping off each other’s clothes in a fit of fevered passion. Everything she says – or types – is tantalizing and erotic, and with each word your arousal builds until it reaches an intense, shattering crescendo. Or until she says something so off-putting that you consider just hanging up, walking out, or smashing your phone and lighting the remnants on fire (as the situation dictates).

You: I want to caress your breasts as I kiss your lips.
Her: Mmmmm yes baby. I’m so turned on right now.
You: I want to pinch your nipples between my fingers until they’re so hard.
Her: Meanwhile I’ve got your cock in my hand and I’m stroking it.
You: I want to slowly kiss my way down your neck…
Her: Can’t wait to get that big cock inside of me. I’m touching my clit for you.
You: …then over your collarbone and down to your breasts.
Her: I wish your cock was in my mouth right now. I want to swallow your cum.
You: Imagine my lips closing over your nipples, first one and then the other.
Her: I’m soaking wet right now. It’s dripping out of my crack.
You: No. Just no.

“Crack” is one of those terms that I might come across while reading internet porn purportedly written by a woman, and immediately come to the conclusion that the author is actually male, because when applied to the vagina, “crack” is a word so arguably unfeminine, so unsexy, and so downright fucking grotesque that the thought of a woman using it to refer to the most intimate part of her body is anathema to everything I have ever believed to be true about the universe.

I realize that my previous paragraph betrays my prejudices and assumptions about what I believe to be feminine and sexy.  I am far from the standard-bearer of femininity, so I’ll defer to my readership:  Do any of the ladies reading this seriously use the word “crack” to refer to their vagina?  I hope not.  No offense intended if you do.  Your usage of the word in this fashion doesn’t mean I don’t still want to fuck you.  I most certainly still do.  But when we’re deep into it, whether “it” is a sexy conversation or a sweaty round of penetrative sex, if you do say “crack” when what you mean is “vagina” – or pussy, cunt, etc. – my cock is going to retract into my body cavity like a turtle hiding from predators inside its shell.

I mean, seriously:  How weird and offensive does a term have to be in order for me to consider “cunt” more acceptable for general use?  I don’t find “cunt” particularly offensive myself, but I realize that at least in the United States, it’s a pretty loaded word, one often used by narrow-minded misogynists who’ve given up on their hopes of ever getting laid and decided instead to put women “in their place” or otherwise hurt them by hurling profanity at them.  I note that, in a list of slang terms for the vagina that I found online while researching this post, “cunt” was the only one categorized as “vulgar”.  Thus it is a word I do not use while talking dirty unless I’m sure the other party won’t take offense.  Anyway, I prefer “pussy”.

But still, “crack”? It’s a vagina. It’s soft, sweet, and fragrant.  It’s gentle and pretty.  I fail to see any resemblance between a vagina and an accidental, jagged break in glass, wood, concrete, or some other material that typically won’t yield without a strong, decisive impact. Actually, now that I think of it, that sounds kind of hot.  I’ve made many a vagina yield with a strong, decisive impact, though I wouldn’t say that I cracked it, exactly.  Once I made my exit, said vaginas resumed their pre-penetration configuration.

Once something is cracked, it’s broken, isn’t it? Imagine you’ve cracked a plate or a glass. It’s probably no longer safe to use at that point, and it’s certainly not going back the way it was without Superglue. Even then, it’s never going to be the same, and you should probably just toss it and get another one.  And that’s not to say that I in any way consider women disposable after I’ve fucked them. Far from it. I hope that my writing and tweets up to this point have made clear that I have nothing but respect for women in general.  That’s probably why I don’t believe “crack” to be the best choice of word to describe the vagina.  Certainly not the sexiest or most flattering, anyway.

Is it any worse than the multitude of terms that people (read: men) sometimes use to refer to the vagina, such as “snatch”, “muff”, or “beaver”? Is it worse than such awkwardly inoffensive expressions as “hoo-hoo”, “flower”, or “kitty”? Or such frankly ridiculous gems as “vertical smile”, “bearded clam”, or “beef curtains”? Seriously – what the fuck, people?  Is the pre-requisite for inventing sex-related slang terminology being thirteen years old and aspiring to the maturity level of an overgrown frat boy who refuses to graduate college lest he have to get a real job?  Anyway, I don’t know if “crack” is worse than any of these, really. It just turns me off.

Let’s be honest:  “Crack” isn’t even sexy when we use in the only acceptable fashion that relates to the human body, i.e. to describe the cleft in someone’s ass.  When someone hears the expressions “butt crack”, “ass crack”, or “the crack of [one’s] ass”, they immediately think of the plumber who came to fix their toilet that one time and left his belt at home.  In fact, “plumber’s crack” is an expression used to describe the phenomenon of somebody – usually male – whose pants won’t stay all the way up.

For me, though, when I hear “crack” I think of Dan Aykroyd in that “Nerds” sketch that aired on Saturday Night Live in 1978. If we’re talking, texting, instant messaging, or whatever, and you refer to your vagina as a crack, I’m going to picture Aykroyd working on the old Norge while Bill Murray and Gilda Radner laugh uproariously behind his back.

I should mention that I’ve always been turned off by “slit” as well. To me, a slit is a violent offensive maneuver performed against someone’s throat in a horror movie. For years, it ranked right alongside such utterly ghastly terms as “gash” and, yes, “crack”.  To some extent, it still does.  Still, in spite of every instinct I possess there have been instances wherein I’ve managed to be turned on when a woman has used it while talking dirty to me.  Understand that I was turned on despite the fact that the term was used, not because of it.  “Slit” is far from my favorite slang term for the vagina, but I suppose that a woman using the term for herself, owning it even, and showing that she’s turned on by it, gives me permission to be turned on as well.  While a guy using such a shitty expression to refer to a woman’s vagina, or to a woman, would have me rolling my eyes, unfriending him on Facebook, or checking his criminal record, I find it slightly less off-putting when a woman says it.

But “crack”? Never gonna happen. Ha. Butt crack.

TMI Tuesday: May 12, 2015

Hello. Welcome to another TMI Tuesday where we…

Ponder THIS , Ponder THAT

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Jack’s Answers

1. My _____ is so beautiful it should be in a museum but my _____ probably belongs in a pawn shop.
Face; body? I’m not really sure what to use for that second blank. I do believe I’m a handsome guy and so I stand by “face”, but over the last few years that we’ve been blogging and tweeting, enjoying the input of wonderful, supportive individuals, I’ve come to believe that nothing about myself should be relegated to a pawn shop. I chose “body” for the second blank because I could definitely stand to lose about forty pounds. But I doubt I actually will, and I’m guessing most of the women with whom I interact (and quite a few of the men) will still think I’m hot. Yeah, that probably sounds really egotistical, but all of you give me so much confidence. Thank you for that.

2. I would most like to take a class in _____ .
a fun but picturesque European location where the cost of living is low, attitudes about sex are more relaxed than here in the States, and food and alcohol are delicious and plentiful. And cheap. See what I did there? You thought I was going to name a subject or discipline, and instead I gave you a rough geographic location. That’s me, though, always keeping you guessing.

3. Excluding people or pets, what is your most prized possession?
Hard to say. I’ve got lots of stuff, from clothing to movie memorabilia to books, as well as tech that I use on a daily basis including but not limited to my laptop, my tablet, and various network paraphernalia. I’ve got one-of-a-kind items that I made, or that my daughter made, which can never be replaced. I’ve got photographs, and not just hard copies but hard drives full of digital files. I’m not sure I can cite one single possession that I value above all else. So when Gleeglops the Destroyer invades Earth and allows the survivors of his massacre one single keepsake to bring with them when they embark on a life of forced servitude in the toxic chizzleberry mines of Neptune, I’ll either tell him I’m good with just the clothing on my back, or else disappear into the underground and join the resistance.

4. Which of the following best describes the type of person to whom you are attracted?
a. Sexy
b. Sophisticated
c. Sweet n innocent
d. Female.

5. What is the first thing you do when you get home from work?
I’m a stay-at-home Dad. My work day never ends. That being said, once I walk back into the house and I’m in for the night, I’d love to be able to say that the first thing I do is masturbate, but it isn’t. If I was smart I’d immediately take out my contacts and put on glasses, or even just lie down for fifteen minutes to decompress while my daughter keeps herself busy with a book or some toys. But generally speaking on the average day the first thing I need to do when I walk in is cook. It’s usually between twelve and one PM, and I need to make lunch. I’m not a fast food guy, nor a toss-some-chicken-nuggets-in-the-oven guy, certainly not when it comes to my daughter. So I do my best to come up with something tasty, nutritious, and interesting that she can convert into energy for a few hours of non-stop playing time when all I want to do is nap.

6. What is the last foolish thing you did with someone else?
Conceived a child.

Bonus: Cucumber or zucchini?

Lightly sauteed or grilled? Zucchini. Pickled and served with a sandwich? Cucumber. Raw? Neither.

Jill’s Answers

1. My _____ is so beautiful it should be in a museum but my _____ probably belongs in a pawn shop.
eyes; hair. Make no mistake, I love my hair and I would hate to part with it. But I am so well-known for it, and I get so many compliments on it (a third we met for the first time in a public place once identified us based on my often-photographed hair) that I imagine I’d get a lot of money for it.

2. I would most like to take a class in _____ .
pole dancing. I’m probably saying that because I’ve just returned from a shopping trip with a friend who takes pole dancing and won’t shut up about it.

3. Excluding people or pets, what is your most prized possession?
I’m not big on possessions. I have far less in the way of material things than Jack does, and I honestly don’t care if it all burns as long as my family and I get out of the house safely. Maybe the wedding album that Jack made for me. That was a labor of love, and very much something that I enjoy owning.

4. Which of the following best describes the type of person to whom you are attracted?
a. Sexy
b. Sophisticated
c. Sweet n innocent
Definitely sexy, followed closely by sophisticated. Not sweet and innocent, though. Not sure what it says about me, exactly, but I’ve never really been into that type. I think I prefer my men to be more experienced and take-charge, though I have been known to take charge when absolutely necessary.

5. What is the first thing you do when you get home from work?
As long as we don’t have company, I take off my pants. That, or I kiss everyone hello. Actually it’s probably more likely that I take off my pants before I kiss everyone hello, like as soon as the door shuts behind me. If we have company, like Jack’s parents, I kiss everyone hello, then go into our room and hang out without pants for awhile.

6. What is the last foolish thing you did with someone else?
Instead of doing one single experiment with one half of my classroom at a time, I chose to do three separate experiments, one after the other, with all thirty kids each time. For some reason I didn’t predict the utter chaos (and the complete mess) that broke out in my classroom. Kids were running around like maniacs. Some were crying. There was paint and glue everywhere. By the time the kids left, my classroom looked like a tornado had hit it. One table was covered in watercolor which I had to spend my lunch scrubbing off. Another table was covered in dried glue which I had to scrape off when that was done. And one student was still hysterical as he left because he hadn’t gotten a chance to finish. Definitely not a typical morning.

Bonus: Cucumber or zucchini?
I prefer zucchini. Cucumber tends to be too mushy unless it’s the English variety.  I like the firmness of a nice zucchini and can eat it raw or grilled, but cucumber has to be marinated in a Greek salad or else pickled if I’m going to enjoy it.

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!

Frisky in the 916: A Real Neat Blog

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Our good friend (and constant lust object) Beck has nominated us for this award.  As is always the case when we receive such a nomination, we are honored to learn that someone we admire and desire in pretty much equal measure thinks so highly of our blog, and presumably of us as well. If you’d told us when we started this blog more than six years ago that we’d eventually find such a wonderful social network of erotic writers, kinksters, non-monogamists, and all-around sexy people, we wouldn’t have believed it; while we were quite prolific in the early days we had no idea how to go about publicizing our blog. So simply knowing that some of our peers hold us in such high regard all these years later is a thrill.

Our nomination for the Real Neat Blog Award comes with several questions that I have answered below. In addition I am nominating several bloggers who we ourselves hold in high regard; if they decide to participate, I’ve compiled several questions for them to answer. Now, without further ado:

1. What was the reason you decided to start blogging? Has that reason changed throughout time?
We originally started blogging in September 2008 with the intention of keeping a record of our sexual life together (and separately), as well as find like-minded individuals with whom we could talk about sex, and maybe fool around. That was where our minds were at in the beginning. Among the reasons we continue to blog as of May 2015 is that we (I especially) have a lot to say and really enjoy having a forum in which to do so, even if our readership seems more limited these days than it was in our blogging heyday of 2012. Also, we’ve found many like-minded individuals with whom we can talk about sex, and blogging serves as a means of keeping in touch, especially with those who do not tweet. Additionally, early this year we paid for two years of blog hosting, and we might as well protect our investment by continuing to use our blog.

2. Are there other bloggers whose work has given you inspiration? If so, share with us the blog and their post that gave you inspiration.
There certainly are. Many, however, are no longer active or otherwise blog very infrequently. Does anyone remember Lusting Lola, Cougar in Training, Hera, Good Will, or Tame in Comparison? They were among our first real blogging friends, and between the five they’ve published only eleven posts in the past twelve months. As for still-active bloggers who inspire us, I couldn’t possibly pick one single blogger, let alone one single post.  But Molly, Cheeky Minx, and Penny are amazing photographers (and writers), and I often find myself wishing I had their talent.  (They’re also hot.)

3. If there was one question you could ask your favorite blogger what would it be?
“Want to have sex with me?” Don’t pretend you didn’t see that coming.

4. Did you ever see yourself as a ______ blogger? (The blank is for whatever label you give your blog. Sex, kink, dating, etc.)
We consider ours a sex blog. So did I ever see myself as a sex blogger? No, not really.  I always thought of myself as someone who’d do all the sexual things that appealed rather than writing about them.  And while I now realize that one doesn’t have to choose, I never really considered myself a blogger at all, until I actually began blogging. This is because I fancy myself a writer, and I could never fathom spending time writing a blog when I could have been using that time to work on whatever my ongoing writing project – or projects – happened to be, whether screenplays, short stories, novels, or something else. The irony, of course, is that while I’ve been writing for the majority of my life, more people have read this blog than anything else I’ve ever written.

5. What website on the entire web, besides your own, do you spend the most time on?
Probably Twitter. I like the instant access Twitter gives me to a wide knowledge base, as well as the unflinching honesty. Few people in my day-to-day life know that I am non-monogamous and poly, or that I am an atheist, or that I suffer from depression. I can’t help but feel like I’d be judged for any and all of these things by people who expect me to be monogamous, Catholic, and mentally stable. So I keep these things very close to the vest. On Twitter, though, I feel comfortable being myself, and hide very little. It’s very freeing.

6. Gotta ask one toy question. Name your absolute favorite sex toy. (More than one is fine.)
I don’t use toys often, not even on Jill. I’m not sure why; it’s just as hot to use one of her many toys on her as it is to watch her do it herself.  Actually, the question didn’t ask which was my favorite sex toy to use. It just asked which one was my favorite. So I think I’ll go with the Eroscillator, which I bought Jill as a Christmas present in 2006 and which, almost a decade later, is still her favorite toy. We love it because of the variety of attachments, the ease of use during sex, i.e. it’s not difficult to place between our bodies; and the very long AC power cord which ensured that during the years when she and I lived apart, as long as there was a power outlet she wouldn’t have to go to bed – or to work – without an orgasm.

7. Last one is just for fun. Who is your favorite superhero and why?
I’m going to go with Wolverine. Not sure why, really. I think I just like his near-invulnerability. If I was that short and that hirsute – because I’m totally neither one of those things – I think I’d still be really confident if I knew that nothing short of suffocation in hardening Adamantium could kill me. (What can I say, I’m a guy who knows his superheroes.)

Nominations:

Beginning My New life as a Housewife and Erotic Writer

Bi Likes Sci Fi

Charlie in the Pool

Collared Mom

Knock on Wood

The Rambling Llama

Rebel’s Notes

Sincerely Yours…

Questions for the above bloggers:

1. How would you categorize your blog? Or does it defy categorization?

2. What is the single greatest benefit that blogging provides you?

3. Have you experienced any negativity as a direct result of blogging? If so, what is it and how did you overcome it?

4. Do you use a free blogging service such as WordPress or Blogger, or do you self-host? Why?

5. Do you blog anonymously, or are your family and offline friends aware of your blog?

6. How would you describe your writing process? Exactly how do you come up with subject matter and compose your posts?

7. What’s the last movie you watched?