Flash Fiction Friday: The Luchador and the Lady

(Source image: “I Am So Hidden” by China Hamilton)

While El Caballo Córneo slept soundly, Lita took his familiar máscara from the hook where it hung.  The mask of the most famous luchador in El Estado Grande was white with flamboyant gold embellishments around the eyes, on the sides of the face, and the very top of the head. 
Lita had heard stories of El Caballo when she was nine.  She watched him wrestle at ten.  He was so cool and smooth.  That ten-year-old girl loved him.
Standing before the bathroom mirror, Lita donned the iconic visage and fancied that she could now see through his eyes.  She fancied that she possessed his power.
She glanced at El Caballo Córneo, his chest rising and falling as he slept. 
Time to die, luchador. (123)
-Jack
There is no new prompt for Erotic Flash Fiction Friday this week.  Rather than taking the week off, I decided that I would try to write something anyway, even though November is NaNoWriMo and I should be working on other non-blog projects.  I spent an hour or so on Thursday night searching for a quirky, sexy photo that would provide the impetus for an extremely short story.  I found nothing; when you enter “quirky sexy picture” into a search engine, apparently the word “quirky” is disregarded.
Next I decided to visit Insatiabear: A Panserbjørne’s Musings and browse previous prompts; as I’ve only been participating in the meme for five weeks, there were many previous ones from which to choose.  This Flash Fiction Friday prompt was originally posted on March 14, 2011, although I also considered the prompts for Friday, July 1st; Friday, May 8th; and Friday, March 25th.   
I took some creative license in adapting the prompt photo.  Although the model is clearly holding a half-mask, possibly one made of porcelain and intended for decoration, its visual similarity to the full-head masks worn by luchadores such as El Santo and Blue Demon entitled me to adjust the visual in my head; rather than simply holding the mask before her face, she instead actually wears it.
The ambiguity of her motivations was necessitated by the 135-word limit, as I was unwilling to sacrifice what few sparse details I could actually afford.  After completing the story, however, I feel that the sudden revelation of her intention to kill El Caballo Córneo works despite it being mandated by the length of the story.  Admittedly I have no idea what might have led the luchador’s young admirer to plot his murder.  Madness?  Revenge?  Orders from some unseen string-puller?  Your guess is as good as mine.
The required phrase for this prompt was “cool and smooth”.  In my most rudimentary draft of the story, I planned to use this phrase to describe the hard slate bathroom floor as Lita walked on it in her bare feet.  However, as I edited, trimming excess words and honing the piece into the final product, I decided that describing the floor thusly was far too obvious.  I decided to apply the phrase to El Caballo Córneo instead. Given the story’s Latin overtones, it would have been more fitting if the phrase had included the word “suave” rather than “smooth”, but I think it worked out fine.
El Estado Grande refers to the Mexican state of Chihuahua.  El Caballo Córneo?  Spanish for The Horny Horse.  If you’re unfamiliar with the sport of lucha libre and the colorful, frequently masked luchadores who populate it, read about the subject at Wikipedia

Lurker Appreciation Day

Today is the sixth annual Love Our Lurkers.  LOL is an occasion to publicly embrace those of you who lurk; that is to say, those of you who read a blog, forum or other online community but don’t actively participate.  Those who lurk at this blog – and I suspect that there are many based on our stats – undoubtedly laugh at our TMI Tuesday answers, perv the latest pictures of Jill’s ass, admire – or criticize – my flash fiction, and read about whatever legislation some religious nut has proposed in the name of family values, and about my opinion thereof; and then leave without commenting.  Or perhaps they just perv the latest picture of Jill’s ass and leave.

We don’t mind, as Jill and I are happy just to be able to express ourselves in such a forum and any appreciation anyone sees fit to voice for our efforts is icing on the proverbial cake.  That being said, while we do this mainly for us, few things are more thrilling than to know that people are enjoying our efforts.  This flatters us immensely, and certainly inspires us to continue sharing more of ourselves with all of you.  When our blog petered out in summer 2010, had we half the audience of loyal followers that we have today, perhaps we would have been motivated to continue blogging, knowing that people might miss us if we were gone.

If you regularly stop by for any reason but have never left a comment – or even if you regularly do or if this is your first visit – we would love to hear from you.  No need to write more than you’re comfortable with or more than you have time for; just a quick hello would suffice, though we wouldn’t complain if you wanted to share a few words about what brings you by, how you found us or what you like about the blog.  We would love to know who’s reading our stuff and we appreciate the interaction.  Admittedly we could stand to do a better job replying to comments, something we’ve both neglected of late.

If you’re a lurker and absolutely dread the idea of leaving a comment, that’s fine.  We appreciate you nonetheless, and we hope you enjoy what you find here.  Have you seen today’s HNT picture?  It’s a nice follow up to the October 27th picture and we think you’ll like it.

HNT: Working Out

This picture is a follow up to my HNT picture from October 27.  As you can see, my workout was so strenuous that I decided to lose my shorts.  

Be sure to visit Osbasso and see who else HNTed this week.  Then stop by OHNT and see another shot of me in all my sepia glory.

-Jill

My Daughter the Cockblocker; or Why Jack Can’t Jack Off

Not our actual baby. Photo courtesy of photographya.info

I’ve got a very high sex drive. No one knows this better than Jill, who has frequently benefitted from my near-constant desire, short or nonexistent refractory period and ability to climax several times in an hour. Of course, this has been both a blessing and a curse. When we first met we discovered our intense sexual compatibility, and would spend entire weekends having sex without stopping beyond short breaks for sleep and food. However, we lived apart for almost three years of our relationship, including one year of our marriage. This was understandably very difficult for both of us, and as you would expect, masturbation became a way of life. Techology such as Skype provided us some intimacy and sexual release, but it was far from an ideal situation. At the time, Jill worked relatively long hours (for an elementary school teacher, anyway), and was pretty socially active. I, on the other hand, was self-employed (still am), living in a new area where I knew almost no one. I was frequently off work by 2 pm, home alone, and horny. Masturbating daily kept me satisfied, focused and, I suppose, faithful – though the thought of cheating on my girlfriend and then my wife never really crossed my mind.

Several years have passed, and I’m now a stay-at-home Dad. I sometimes refer to myself as a play-at-home Dad, but this isn’t partcularly accurate these days. Our daughter is just shy of twenty months, very active and extremely vocal. Jill and I consider ourselves fortunate to have a child who is healthy, and usually ridiculously happy. I enjoy spending every day with her, and Jill and I consider ourselves fortunate that we can afford to have one of us stay home with her as opposed to putting her in daycare. However, as she gets older and more active, I find that I need time for myself. Not just for masturbation, either; I’d love to have some quiet time in which to read, write (both my own current NaNoWriMo efforts, as well as entries for this blog), watch a movie, catch up on my TV viewing, play video games, tidy up the house, eat a meal in peace, sleep, and various other fun or necessary activities. But at this stage in her life she is more needy than she has ever been before, though probably not excessively so for a child of her age. She hates being penned up, and if I can leave her in her playpen for twenty minutes while I take a shower and get dressed and not find her tunnelling her way out with a spoon, I consider myself fortunate. While we’ve still got blue skies and sunshine, I take her to one of several parks in the neighborhood a couple times a week, and play with her in the backyard on days when we don’t go to the park.

Sure, she naps, especially after an hour or more spent laughing, running and playing on a warm day. But while an afternoon nap once meant two or two and a half straight hours of blissful, head-clearing silence for me, recently her sleep schedule is much more precarious. Her natural curiosity and boundary-pushing coupled with an innate resistance to sleep that she’s had all of her life means that trying to get her to nap is physically and emotionally exhausing, much like I imagine a hostage situation would be. When she does finally nap it’s a hopeless surrender akin to Robert E. Lee at Appomattox. She seems to sleep best on the sofa as opposed to her bed, and I am just gracious enough – some might say gutless enough – to leave her there rather than move her and risk waking her. Even if I leave her lying peacefully on the couch, there’s no guarantee that she’ll stay sleeping for long. All I can do is hope that she will, while trying to occupy my mind elsewhere.

Unfortunately, after spending the entire morning with my daughter, all I want to do while she sleeps is decompress. Transitioning from guy-without-kids to stay-at-home Dad has been such a shock, and remains so well into the second year, that I need literally all the time I can get in order to divest myself of the trappings that come with raising a baby: Poopy diapers, electronic toys that spontaneously make annoying sounds, insipid storybooks and inane theme songs, and worst of all, Dora the Explorer. If Hell exists, there is a special place there for whichever vile fiend created this program. I love my child with such white-hot intensity that it would make the sun look like a black hole by comparison, but I’m just going to say it: She’s a huge turn-off to always have around. Anyone who’s webcammed with Jill and I in the last year or so will certainly attest to this. Nothing is less sexy than the adorable voice of a baby who is just becoming confident with her vocabulary. And while I’m proud if her, it sucks because, since resuming our blog this past summer I constantly have my hands full with various sexy interactions: Chatting, camming, emailing, blogging, HNT, sexy Tweets. On Twitter today, someone called me a stud. And while I am one, I can’t remember the last time someone called me that. I have much to arouse me, and yet I can do little about it.

Our daughter can be self-reliant, when she wants to be. However, when I need her to be – when juice has been spilled on the carpet and needs immediate cleanup, when I have an urgent business call that I need to make, when someone emails or texts me a photo that makes the blood drain from my brain at the speed of light – she is underfoot and very clingy. Sometimes I wish I could sit her down with books and toys for half an hour without worrying that she’ll come knocking at the bedroom door just as I’m about to get off. There are no earplugs or noise-cancelling headphones that will keep my child’s voice out of my head. I wish I could tell her to sit down on the couch, watch television, and no matter what disturbing sounds she hears coming from Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom, do not get up from her seat. Perhaps when she’s older.

I never thought I’d want a little extra time to masturbate. I never thought I’d need it. Prior to becoming a parent I’ve always managed to find the time to do it when I was in the mood. Sometimes I did it when I was bored, as I sometimes was, living alone. But my life is such that I’m never bored, and although I’m still very frequently in the mood and realize that a quick orgasm would help me focus and, hopefully, be a better Dad, most of the time I force myself to squelch the urge. I don’t think I ever squelched the urge to masturbate prior to having a baby, and there were many occasions when I probably should have. I really shouldn’t complain; Jill is as randy as ever, and though I can’t take care of my sexual needs as often as I’d like to, she never hesitates.

-Jack

TMI Tuesday: Conspicuous Luxury

This week’s TMI Tuesday was the idea of http://virtualsin.wordpress.com/
Jack’s Answers
1. Do you have a set of dishes that are used for special occassions (e.g. china)? Yes or no. If yes, how often do you use the special dishes?
a. any day because every day is special
b. once a week
c. only for holidays and celebration
d. never, it is displayed in a china cabinet or collecting dust in a box in the attic
Special dishes? I’m sure we have a set of wedding china, but I haven’t seen it in years. We don’t have room in our current house for anything beyond everyday dishes, which we use for everyday dining as well as dinner parties and special occasions.
2. Do have clothes that you never wear because you are saving them for a special occasion? What is that item of clothing? What would be the appropriate occasion?
Not really. I don’t think my wardrobe is extensive enough for that. When I feel like wearing a pair of jeans, I wear a pair of jeans without thinking too hard about which one is best for the situation. Even my geeky T-shirts get worn on a regular basis; I don’t wait until Comic-Con to wear a T-shirt with some kind of pop culture image or message. The only thing that comes close to appropriate-occasion wear, in my mind, are a couple pairs of boxers that are so comfortable that I usually only wear them on Fridays or weekends; they are my reward, if you will, for making it through another hellacious week. Yes, I realize that this is ridiculous and Jill laughed quite unabashedly when I told her this. Whatever.
3. If you suddenly became very wealthy, which servants would you employ?
a. cleaning service
b. housekeeper
c. cook
d. valet/maid/lady-in-waiting
e. chauffeur
f. dog-walker
g. other
I would probably employ a live-in housekeeper or maid who would have his or her own separate residence. As I would insist on having a large piece of land, I would also employ a groundskeeping staff as neither Jill nor I particularly enjoy gardening. The idea of a cook is appealing, although we both enjoy cooking and would probably not require such an employee on a regular basis. I could see having an individual on call, for those evenings when we prefer not to cook. I’m sure that before long the convenience would be too great and we would just hire him or her full-time. Even if we chose to do most of our own cooking, hiring someone to do all of our grocery shopping would be essential; such an employee is something we frequently wish we had, as while we enjoy grocery shopping, we hate the crowds, and we frequently find the process of actually leaving the house to buy groceries – or stopping on the way home after a long work day – inconvenient. And how about a bartender and a sommelier? Perhaps these are not needed with the urgency of a housekeeper or landscaper, but they would certainly come in handy during dinner parties and such. I would probably want a personal trainer to offset all the damage I would be doing to my body thanks to having an on-call (or live-in) cook. I currently see no need for a valet or other personal assistant, although the idea of a lady-in-waiting is appealing. Obviously she would be less of an assistant to Jill and more of an *ahem* assistant to me.
4. If you were wealthy, how many homes would you own? Where? (locations–mountains, tropical places for the winter, foreign country/city)
I described my ideal house in last week’s Sunday Stealing. This would make a great primary residence. When I was younger, my family had a vacation home on a lake, which made a wonderful summer getaway, as well as a fun retreat for weekends and holidays. Thus I’d like to have a couple homes that would serve a similar purpose. One would be in Dublin, Ireland, ideally within walking distance of Temple Bar. Stateside, I would love to own homes in Key West, Florida (the city has a rich cultural and literary significance) and Boston, Massachusetts (one of my favorite U.S. cities that is not San Francisco). I think it would also be a good idea to have a luxurious apartment in San Francisco just in case a Friday night in the City turns into an entire weekend in the City.
5. If you were going to take on a really expensive hobby, which of these would it be?
a. buy an airplane
b. buy a yacht
c. buy a small winery
d. raise exotic animals
I would go with either (b) buy a yacht or (c) buy a small winery. In fact, depending on how wealthy I am, I might do both. I am not sufficiently interested in flying to buy a plane; I’ll leave that to the professionals as my newfound wealth would enable me to fly commercially (or in a private plane that I wouldn’t actually have to fly, I suppose). I don’t particularly wish to raise exotic animals as with my luck I’ll mix up their food or their medications or somehow screw up the climate in their habitats and the next thing you know they’re all dead, it’s a media circus, and I’ve got animal rights groups calling for my incarceration or death. On the other hand, yachting has always appealed to me as I love boats, and for that matter I love wine. I’d love to own a winery even if only for our own consumption purposes. I’d love to drink our wine on our yacht, preferably with a variety of open-minded and underdressed friends on a sunny summer afternoon.
6. What kind of car would you buy if you had an unlimited budget?
a. expensive sports car
b. luxury car
c. monster truck
d. expensive hybrid or electric car
e. cheap car (I’d be too nervous driving an expensive car).
f. something for the chauffeur to drive me around in
If I had an unlimited budget I would like to build a collection of extremely expensive classic cars. The first on my list would be a black 1989 Lamborghini Countach, which I’ve fancied for more than twenty years. However, most of the cars in this collection would be for show, and I would drive them only on occasion, i.e. to car shows. My family and I would require at least two more practical cars as well; I like the idea of owning an expensive hybrid or electric car, preferably something akin to an SUV, one able to carry a growing family and the amount of crap that we find we need to bring with us. (No, I will never drive a mini-van.) I don’t actually require anything fancy or extravagant; even the classic car collection is negotiable. I just require that whatever vehicle(s) I own be reliable. Then again, I expect that my estate will be such that, should we somehow find ourselves without working vehicles, there will be plenty to keep us occupied on the premises.
Bonus: Currently, what is your favorite luxury item or decadent thing that you do?
There really isn’t anything that comes to mind. I don’t allow myself much decadence these days; I’m a parent and really can’t – or more accurately don’t – spoil myself anymore. Well, that’s not entirely true. Top shelf whisky and other spirits, as well as delicious high-quality food are two things in which I regularly indulge.
Jill’s Answers
1. Do you have a set of dishes that are used for special occassions (e.g. china)? Yes or no. If yes, how often do you use the special dishes?
a. any day because every day is special
b. once a week
c. only for holidays and celebration
d. never, it is displayed in a china cabinet or collecting dust in a box in the attic
Our set of special occasion dishes is my grandmother’s wedding china. We inherited it after she passed away, and although we’ve only used it a couple times, we displayed it proudly in one of our china hutches in the last house we lived in. When we moved into our current, smaller house we had to get rid of the hutch. Now it’s boxed up, and has been for more than a year. I am honored to have it, and I hope to be able to display it, and possibly actually use it, when we have a little more room.
2. Do have clothes that you never wear because you are saving them for a special occasion? What is that item of clothing? What would be the appropriate occasion?
I don’t have any clothing that I’m saving to wear to some eventual special occasion. I’ve got many articles of clothing that I wear occasionally to events such as weddings.
3. If you suddenly became very wealthy, which servants would you employ?
a. cleaning service
b. housekeeper
c. cook
d. valet/maid/lady-in-waiting
e. chauffeur
f. dog-walker
g. other
I would definitely have a housekeeper to keep the house clean and do the laundry. I’d love to have a personal assistant for grocery shopping and other errand-running. I’d love to have a cook every once in awhile as well. Sometimes neither Jack nor I feel like cooking and it would be great not to have to eat out. I don’t like to garden, so I think I would hire a crew of hot landscapers. And since our house would have to have a pool, I would also need a hot pool boy as well. During the summer months I would lie on a chaise lounge, watching my sexy young employee skimming our pool without a shirt. And when he was finished with his work I’d untie my bathing suit and beckon him over to me. Sorry, what were we talking about?
4. If you were wealthy, how many homes would you own? Where? (locations–mountains, tropical places for the winter, foreign country/city)
We would own a house in our current city, though it would be much bigger than the house we live in now. I’d also like to have a house close to Jack’s parents, so that we could take our usual weekend trips to see them, but wouldn’t actually have to stay with them. Besides these two houses, I would love to own a home in Ireland, possibly in Dublin, Cork, or both. I think another house somewhere tropical, either Hawaii or the Caribbean, would be nice as well.
5. If you were going to take on a really expensive hobby, which of these would it be?
a. buy an airplane
b. buy a yacht
c. buy a small winery
d. raise exotic animals
I would go with (a), buy an airplane. I would love to be able to travel to our various houses without having to fly commercially. But I’d need a pilot because I am not interested in learning to fly. When I’m on a plane I would prefer to relax.
6. What kind of car would you buy if you had an unlimited budget?
a. expensive sports car
b. luxury car
c. monster truck
d. expensive hybrid or electric car
e. cheap car (I’d be too nervous driving an expensive car).
f. something for the chauffeur to drive me around in
I think that a hybrid would be the way to go. I hate having to put gas in my car, so whatever option gets us the best gas mileage and prevents me from having to constantly fill my tank is the one I would choose. Then again I’m sure I could send my personal assistant to get gas for me. I also think it would be fun to have a chauffeured limousine. Who wouldn’t want to be driven on their errands? And a 1965 Mustang convertible in fire engine red is my absolute dream car.
Bonus: Currently, what is your favorite luxury item or decadent thing that you do?
The only real luxury I afford myself these days is getting my hair done. It costs me about $160 to get my hair colored and cut. I don’t do it very often, but it’s such an exciting, even erotic, thing for me to have my hair manipulated by someone who knows how to do it properly.

I’m The ‘Scary’ Model In That Awful Ashley Madison Ad

I noticed today that my Twitter feed contained multiple references to a “scary” woman in an ad for online dating service Ashley Madison. For those unfamiliar, Ashley Madison is the internet’s premiere dating website designed for people who are already married or in relationships. Unlike sites such as Adult FriendFinder, which are often visited by couples, the purpose of Ashley Madison is facilitating illicit affairs. Hey, whatever. I don’t judge people for the (legal) things they do to get off anymore than I do corporations for their right to make a buck off of people’s insecurity and discontentment. After seeing repeated mention of said scary model, I decided to click the link and see what was so frightening. Like most rational human beings, I expected to see someone who was, well, scary. A wide-eyed, batshit crazy shrew, for instance.

Terrifying. Damn you, Ashley Madison. Damn you to Hell.

Having not seen the ad in question, I was surprised and dismayed to learn that Ashley Madison defines “scary” much differently than I do. I’m not one to be blindly P.C. or to look out for the delicate sensibilities of any fringe group, especially one to which I don’t belong. But this is fucked up. I understand that society has an arbitrary and unrealistic standard of beauty and that most facets of society serve to maintain the status quo while at the same time benefitting from said maintenance. It’s a “you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” situation, and while I don’t like it, I understand it. However, I refuse on principle to patronize a company that expresses its prejudices in so blatant a fashion. That’s why, in the unlikely event that I find myself so dissatisfied by my marriage and my sex life that I decide to have an affair, I’ll just bang one of my female friends rather than joining Ashley Madison.
What did the model herself have to say about the fact that her body type is apparently considered scary? I’ll let her tell you.
My name is Jacqueline and I am the model seen on the Ashley Madison ad that was recently published in the New York Metro newspaper.
I am the owner and model of the BBW website www.juicyjackie.com. It is tailored to the tastes of those that love big women, their curves, rolls and all the plush softness that comes with being fat.
Years ago, before my modeling career began in earnest, a photographer friend of mine arranged an informal photo session. I was under the impression at the time that people purchasing these photos from the photographer would be doing so for their own personal use. I had no idea that the photographer would endeavor to sell the photos to corporations and/or stock photo companies, who would then go on, repeatedly, to use them in rude and mocking ways.
I am mortified that my image and likeness would be used as advertisement for two things I am so vehemently against: namely cheating and, to an even greater extent, body shaming.
I find the very idea that there exists a business based solely around the facilitation of infidelity appalling. The fact that they are now suggesting that a person’s partner not fitting their ideal body size/shape, entitles that person to ‘shop around’ is disgusting.
There is an enormous problem in this world in regards to female body shaming, and not solely in regard to fat women, but all women. A size 2 woman who sees this ad sees the message: “If I don’t stay small, he will cheat”. A size 12 woman might see this ad and think “if I don’t lose 30lbs, he will cheat”. A size 32 woman could see this ad, and feel “I will never find love”. It’s horrific. Not all women are necessarily insecure, but it’s no secret that body insecurity is endemic, regardless of size. This kind of message is extremely damaging to self worth. Eating disorders may have lost their place in the media spotlight, but continue to effect people of all ages, especially teens. This sort of behavior can easily be triggered from the careless cruelty of advertisements like the one in question.
As has been widely reported, teens are committing suicide in shocking numbers all over the world as direct result of this sort of shaming ridicule. Be it directed at race, size, sexual orientation or anything, bullying is a vicious force in this world. Contributing to this widespread and creeping depression by suggesting, blatantly and without pretense, that fat people are patently undeserving of love and loyalty is repulsive. It is incumbent upon advertisers, and society at large, to act responsibly before foisting something like this onto the world.
It’s bad enough that a business exists that encourages and profits from cheaters, but, worse still, that they have the gall to blame a woman’s body on the act, rather than the man who is incapable of commitment and loyalty. It exists in the same school of thought in which a rapist blames a woman’s outfit for his crime.
I am a size 32. I am beautiful. I think women of all sizes are beautiful. Beauty is not and has never been one-size-fits-all. I do not appreciate my image being used, without notice or permission, to tell women I have never met otherwise.
Update: After Jacqueline’s message went live, Jezebel received this response from Ashley Madison founder and CEO Noel Biderman:
The best thing that could’ve happened to this woman is that we used her in our ad. Despite what she may want you to think, she is reaping the press for her own pornography website. She took these pictures and signed the release knowing that they were not just for ‘personal use.’ However, if she can get great publicity from this, all the power to her.
For the record, my problem is not in Jacqueline’s pictures being used in a way she didn’t anticipate. She signed a model release, and must now deal with the repercussions. Yes, it is unfortunate that she is not in control of her image, and that it’s being used in a manner of which she doesn’t approve. But she presumably sold her rights and no longer has any say in how it is used. This happens to lots of people, including tiny-waisted nineteen-year-olds who believe the sleazy porn producer who tells her that her gangbang video will only appear on cumdrunkfucksluts.com for one week and will then disappear from the internet forever. Fine print exists for a reason.
My problem is with the notion that, as Jaqueline says, anyone who doesn’t conform to said standard of beauty should be ashamed. We’ve discussed our feelings on this issue elsewhere on our blog. I am not saying that Ashley Madison is responsible for boosting the self-esteem of the general public, but they are partially to blame – along with countless others – for furthering a hopelessly unrealistic standard. Additionally, their ad seems like an irresponsible move from a business standpoint, as I’m sure that much of their membership is far from the so-called physical ideal.
-Jack
Edit: Added advertisement photo mistakenly omitted.

Sunday Stealing: The Madness Meme, Part 1



Today we ripped off a blogger named Tense Teacher from the blog Tense for a Reason. It’s long so we’ll do it in two parts. She stole it from The Coffee Table. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft’s thieves might take some time. Take the time to comment on other player’s posts. It’s a great way to make new friends! Link back to us at Sunday Stealing!

Cheers to all of us thieves!

Jack’s Answers

1. Have you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work? No.  In fact, I’ve never actually heard of anyone doing this.  Is this really a dirty-or-scratched-CD remedy?  Generally speaking if I have a CD that doesn’t play – not that I’ve actually handled a CD in many years – I take a clean cloth and wipe from the center ring outward.


2. What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated? Probably three or four years.  As for people I’ve slept with, I’ve gone ten years older and probably seven years younger.  Nothing against the nineteen-year-old but we had almost nothing in common and very little to talk about.  Fortunately we were sleeping together and not dating.

3. Ever been in a car wreck? I’ve been in a couple accidents, but never a wreck per se.  I’ve always been able to drive the car from the scene.

4. Were you popular in high school? No.  Far from it.  I don’t want to make it sound like I wasn’t interested in being popular, because I was.  But I was so far from the collective pulse of my peers and what made them tick, even disinterested by it, that I had little hope of being truly popular.  It didn’t matter, as before long I found a niche that suited me, and settled into it.  Make no mistake, I had friends, and I got laid, but these things do not make one popular.

5. Have you ever been on a blind date? No, unless you count internet dating, and I don’t.

6. Are looks important? Yes.  This is not to say that physical attraction is the only thing that matters, or even the most important thing.  Jill and I are both attracted to a number of internal factors including confidence, intelligence, sense of humor and overall personality.

7. Do you have any friends that you’ve known for 10 years or more? Yes, plenty.  I don’t make new friends very often, unless they are, say, Jill’s co-workers.  Most of the people I hang around with on a regular basis are people I’ve known for between fifteen and twenty-five years.

8. By what age would you like to be married? As a married man this question is tough to answer without saying something along the lines of, “I’m already married.”  So suffice it to say that I would like to be married for the rest of my life.

9. Does the number of people a person’s slept with affect your view of them? Not really.  If it does, it doesn’t affect my view negatively.  I don’t really care how many people someone’s slept with, in part because it’s usually not my business, but also because by judging someone for this aspect of their life I invite similar judgment of myself.  I don’t like the idea that one’s value as a human being is in any way connected to their sexual history, and even in the case of people I dated when I was single, the fact that it’s a sexual historymeans it’s not a threat to the present.  This past spring The Simpsons introduced a storyline involving Ned Flanders and Mrs. Krabappel starting a relationship.  Informed of her extensive dating history, Stupid Flanders breaks up with her only to later take her back and forgive her for her past.  Mrs. Krabappel takes offense to the notion that her past is something that requires forgiveness, and the future of their relationship was left to a poll on the show’s official website.  I took offense to the fact that fans voted to have them continue dating.  Fuck Flanders.  Holier-than-thou prick.
10. Have you ever made a mistake? Yes.

11. Are you a good tipper? I’m very good when the service warrants it.  When the service is so awful that it impacts my dining or other experience negatively, I under-tip, but only after making sure that the individual to whom the tip is directed is the one at fault; obviously I don’t under-tip when my food isn’t properly prepared.

12. What’s the most you have spent for a haircut? Twenty or twenty-five bucks, when desperate.  I do my best to spend at most fifteen dollars for a haircut, though this isn’t always possible.  I have found, however, that you get what you pay for.  One of the absolute worst haircuts I ever got was about $10.  I’ll gladly pay a few bucks more to get a better cut.

13. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? Seeing as I married one, yes.

14. Have you ever peed in public? Yes.  I remember being stuck in traffic on the way back from Reno or Lake Tahoe when I was a kid, and my parents pulling over to the side of the highway so that I could write my name in the snow.

15. What song do you want played at your funeral? I don’t care.  I don’t care what sort of funeral I have, or if I have one.  I don’t care what’s served at the reception.  I don’t care what you do with my body, whether you bury it or cremate it or donate it to a halfway house for wayward necrophiliacs.  (Suggestion:  Go with whatever’s cheapest.)  Once I’m dead, none of that matters.  I’d much rather have my wishes respected when I’m alive than when I’m dead.

16. Would you tell your parents if you were gay? Yes.  Fortunately my parents are very loving people, even my father with whom I had a strained relationship at times when I was growing up.  I have no doubt that while they may not have understood why I was gay, they would have supported me even in the early 1990s when it was perhaps less politically expedient to do so than it is today.  While I would be nervous about telling them, I wouldn’t fear them kicking me out of the house, reacting with violence, or denouncing me as their son.  I consider myself very fortunate to have the parents that I do, and I wish that all parents were so open-minded and open-hearted.

17. What would your last meal be before getting executed? I’m not sure.  There are far too many foods I enjoy, and the idea of narrowing it down to one item seems nigh impossible, while ordering several seems counter-productive as I hate wasting food and there’s little chance that I’ll eat everything.  I might go with lobster, perhaps a lobster tail or a Maine lobster roll, as I love the taste of this particular bottom-feeder.  However, I think I’d be more likely to choose a food that has more resonance with me, perhaps a Mission-style burrito stuffed with carne asada, or a sausage and mushroom pizza.  Both are foods that I enjoy with much more regularity than lobster, though if I find myself awaiting execution somewhere in the American Midwest, I question whether or not I’d be able to find the right style of burrito or pizza.  If they try to substitute my requested items with, say, a Taco Bell Burrito Supreme or some of that Domino’s crap, I’ll take hostages.  Actually I question whether I would even order a last meal; American serial murderers Ted Bundy and Aileen Wuornos both declined a last meal and instead ate whatever was being served in the cafeterias of their respective correctional facilities.

18. Beatles or Stones? For overall contributions to rock ‘n’ roll, I’d go with the Beatles.  For producing music that I am more likely to listen to, I’d go with the Stones.  It’s a tough choice, honestly; both bands have extensive catalogs of bona fide hits, but the Stones might have a slight edge as in their heyday they epitomized the rock ‘n’ roll style, attitude and swagger.  Now if you’d asked me if I was an Elvis man or a Beatles man, I’d go with Elvis for sure.

19. If you had to pick one person on earth to die, who would it be? This is quite a conundrum.  My first instinct is to say that I wouldn’t do it.  I wouldn’t want to choose someone, perhaps arbitrarily, to essentially kill.  Even if I wasn’t the one punching the individual’s ticket, I am still responsible for selecting him or her to die.  I’m not comfortable making that choice, so I would very much like to opt out.  If opting out is prohibited, i.e. if I absolutely had to select somebody or suffer a severe consequence, I would probably choose the person who gave me the ultimatum.

20. Beer, wine or hard liquor? It depends on the situation, as I enjoy all three.  When drinking casually at home or in a bar, chances are I’m drinking some variety of craft beer (not one of the corporate mega-brewers).  If I’m relaxing in the hot tub with Jill and friends, it’s probably going to be red wine.  If I’m enjoying a little quiet time or doing a bit of writing, it’s Irish whisky, neat. 

21. Do you have any phobias? Not as I understand the word.  As I understand it, a phobia is a persistent, sometimes irrational, anxiety about a particular situation.  I don’t think I suffer from these.  The fears that I have are, generally-speaking, normal things that I believe most people fear.

22. What are your plans for the future? I’ll start by posting this entry to our blog.

Jill’s Answers

1. Have you ever licked the back of a CD to try to get it to work? Yes, I have.  I did it once in order to clean the surface, but it didn’t work and thereafter I used a damp tissue.


2. What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated? I once dated a guy who was ten years older.  The largest age difference between me and someone younger is five years, and I married him!

3. Ever been in a car wreck? Yes.  I was rear-ended.  (Feel free to make whatever jokes you like.)

4. Were you popular in high school? No, not really.  I had a large group of friends, but we were by no means the “popular kids.”

5. Have you ever been on a blind date? If meeting someone after chatting online counts, then yes.  I have never been set up by mutual friends.  However, I have set up friends on a blind date, and they’ve been happily married for seven years.

6. Are looks important? Looks are nice, and they definitely get my attention first.  But a good personality is much more attractive to me, and before long I will lose interest in looks if there’s no substance behind them.

7. Do you have any friends that you’ve known for 10 years or more? Yes, I have many.  I’ve known one since kindergarten, so thirty-five years. 

8. By what age would you like to be married? When I was younger I used to say that I wanted to be married by age twenty-eight, but instead I was married at age thirty-five.

9. Does the number of people a person’s slept with affect your view of them? No, I don’t think so.  Other people’s sex lives are none of my business.  If it’s someone I’m planning on sleeping with, as long as they are disease-free, who they slept with in the past doesn’t affect me.

10. Have you ever made a mistake? Yes, I make lots of mistakes.

11. Are you a good tipper? Yes.  Jack would say that I am too good, as I sometimes tip beyond what the service merits.  I am very forgiving, and it takes the absolute worst service for me to not tip at all.

12. What’s the most you have spent for a haircut? I pay about $160 for a haircut and a color.  I used to do this every three to four months before our baby was born, but now I do it maybe every six to eight months.

13. Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? In high school I had a crush on my history teacher.  He was young, and very cute.  It was an all-girls’ school, and he was one of the few male faculty members.

14. Have you ever peed in public? If peeing in the woods while camping counts as “public”, then yes.  But I generally try to hold it until I find a restroom.

15. What song do you want played at your funeral? Either “Top of the World” by the Carpenters, or some good Irish drinking song.  I hope everyone gets drunk and has a great time remembering me at my funeral.

16. Would you tell your parents if you were gay? Yes, I would tell my parents.  I feel like they would be accepting of anything that made me happy, and my sexual orientation wouldn’t be an issue.

17. What would your last meal be before getting executed? I’d like a medium-rare steak with a loaded baked potato, and a bowl of tomato bisque. 

18. Beatles or Stones? The Beatles.  I know and enjoy more of their music than I do the Rolling Stones’.

19. If you had to pick one person on earth to die, who would it be? Someone evil, I guess.  I don’t know of anyone specific that I could name, but it would have to be someone so malignantly evil that causing their death would somehow improve the world.

20. Beer, wine or hard liquor? Wine, if I had to pick just one.  I’ll say red wine specifically, maybe a shiraz.

21. Do you have any phobias? Snakes.  I just don’t like them.  They creep me out.

22. What are your plans for the future? I would like to retire early, live in comfort, and travel with my family.

Flash Fiction Friday: Art Gallery

                              (Image source unknown but was titled “Entertainment Center”)

The artist was a magnet for controversy.  His latest sculpture, “The Perfect Woman”, featured a female mannequin, naked and gagged, bound to a chair with nylon rope.  Her legs were spread wide, feet above her head, orifices open and available.  Balanced on the bottoms of her high heels was a flat-panel television playing the Super Bowl.  A six-pack of imported beer sat between her legs.  
The reporter bristled at the misogynistic display.  The artist’s reputation was well-deserved.  She tried to hide her disgust, but at the same time she couldn’t deny his talent.  The sculpting was flawless, the face so lifelike. “What materials did you use?” she asked.  
As she spoke, the mannequin stirred. (114)
-Jack
I first took a look at the prompt photo on Tuesday and was somewhat disturbed by it.  I’ve been around the block, as it were, but this isn’t exactly my thing.  I have nothing against BDSM, though neither Jill or I practice it; what squicks me about this picture is that it seems to be telling the viewer that this is what men want:  A sexually available woman who doesn’t speak or move, one who lives primarily to facilitate beer-drinking and football-watching.  And while perhaps some men do want exactly this, I prefer a woman who has opinions and voices them (and for that matter whose mouth is accessible), who is able to move her arms whether during sex or otherwise, and who can join me for a day of beer-drinking and football-watching.  
Perhaps I’m reading too much into this; while it isn’t my thing, I wasn’t offended by the picture.  I have absolutely no problem with consensual degradation, which is I’m sure what the picture depicts.  But the image was so unappealing to me that I put this week’s Flash Fiction Friday out of my mind and didn’t return to the prompt until Thursday night, as though hoping that by then it might be replaced by a more workable image.  
I spent about ten minutes trying to develop an idea in my mind, taking into account the word limit and the mandatory phrase “so lifelike”.  Once I came up with the idea – that of an art reporter examining the latest work by an eccentric sculptor with a penchant for misogyny – writing the actual story was fairly simple.  The word limit didn’t prove problematic, and when my first draft appeared to be quickly approaching the limit a couple small trims reined in the story.  Had I about thirty additional words I would have shown the interaction between the artist and the female reporter in greater depth, perhaps demonstrating his insecurity, or possibly showing that his supposed misogyny is a put-on.
I am pleased with what I came up with for this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. I suspect that my story, cooked up at the last minute in about an hour, is far from original.  I’m also guessing that the twist – the reveal that the sculpture is a living, breathing woman – will be predicted by more than a few readers. In fact, I am curious to see how many of my fellow bloggers wrote something similar.  
If you’d like to take part in the fun, or see who else participated this week, check out Erotic Flash Fiction Friday.

HNT: Hint of Red

This is what you would have found on Saturday night if you stripped my Halloween costume off of me. Jack took this picture that afternoon while we were getting ready for a night of partying that took us from a wonderful tapas bar in San Francisco’s Mission District where we drank sangría to a sex club in the Tenderloin where we gave a crowd of onlookers a night they will hopefully never forget.


Be sure to visit Osbasso and see who else HNTed this week. Then stop by OHNT and see how nice my legs look in fishnets and boots!
-Jill

Wisconsin Bill Makes Watching Porn Reason to Revoke Teacher’s License

Wisconsin’s state Assembly has passed a bill that would make watching pornography at work reason to revoke an educator’s license.
The bill passed through the state Senate last month, and fortifies a current policy that has permitted teachers watching pornography on school district computers to relocate and teach at another school district without having the reason publicized, The Sheboygan Press reports.
Currently, a law exists that permits license revocation for incompetency or immoral conduct, defined as behavior that endangers the health, safety, welfare or education of a student. The new provision would add to “immoral conduct” the intentional use of school equipment to “download, view or distribute pornographic material in violation of the educational agency’s policy.”
The bill also calls for publicly posting the names of educators who are investigated for violating the policy on the school’s website.
“Parents have every reason to expect their child’s school building will be free from pornography, and school leaders have a responsibility to keep our schools safe,” Republican state Rep. Steve Kestell said in a statement after the Senate passed the bill last month. “This legislation will make it easier for local school leaders to provide a safe environment.”
Kestell and Republican state Sen. Luther Olsen co-authored the bill, which now heads to Gov. Scott Walker for consideration.
The legislation was drafted in response to several cases in which school districts were unaware of an educator’s past misconduct in another district or were faced with lawsuits by educators who were dismissed for watching pornography in school.
In May, the Wisconsin State Journal reported that the Middleton-Cross Plains School Board had spent around $300,000 over the course of a year while battling a complaint by former science teacher Andrew Harris, who was fired for viewing pornography at school. Seven other high school staff members and one administrator were also investigated and disciplined for similar misconducts.
Kestell and Olsen’s bill doesn’t come without costs. The submitted fiscal estimates show that the new provision would increase costs that would not likely be absorbed within current budgets.
While the legislators note that it’s unclear whether the added clause would lead to more reporting by school administrators, the launch of an investigation by the state superintendent would cost the education department $350 for docketing a hearing into a complaint and $135 per hour for pre-hearing conferences, hearings, research, writing and travel costs.
The state would also likely have to hire experts to determine and define at those hearings what is considered pornographic material.
Although Jill has never viewed porn at work, this story resonated with us. Technically speaking she can’t view porn on her work computer, as the built-in anti-porn filters are such that even attempts to view a diagram of the female reproductive system on Wikipedia would be blocked. (Hell, she tried to look up information on the show Friends and even that was blocked.) Of course she teaches kindergarten, so there’s no need to look at such diagrams in her class; leave that frustration for the – what? Fifth grade teachers? Sixth grade? When do they teach sex ed these days? Or do they? Between the Chicken Little fears of the conservative general public and school budgets that are thinner than Olive Oyl on a grapefruit diet, I’m guessing that sex ed as public school curriculum is all but extinct. Jill looks at porn on her phone pretty much everywhere she goes when a little sexual release is needed, but she’d never view porn at work.
I don’t feel that pornography should be viewed by teachers while at work. But neither do I feel that porn-watching is a suitable lunchbreak activity for employees in most fields, particularly those whose computers are company-issued. It is the right of the employer to install software to block any websites they choose, from social networking sites like Facebook and Twitter to Monster.com. Blocking porn makes good sense, as it’s one thing to work on your Fantasy Football team during a few minutes of downtime and it’s another to feel justified in rubbing one out in your cubicle because you’re on a break.
Which is not to say that everyone who views porn online has to masturbate to it right then and there. I’m sure some potential workplace masturbators are very conscious of their co-workers and would gladly listen with headphones or even mute the volume so as not to offend or traumatize their colleagues on the other side of the cubicle wall. But rules are rules, and despite the fact that I don’t feel that a teacher who watches porn on school property, possibly using a work computer with antivirus software and other measures to protect the machine against malware or other outside intrusion, is in any way harming the children under his or her supervision, I can’t entirely fault the State of Wisconsin for doing what they feel they must to shield themselves from the slings and arrows of political correctness.
Generally speaking I find that teachers, usually intelligent and mature people, aren’t given enough leeway to make their own decisions. Years ago when Jill wanted to take a personal day she was allowed to do exactly that, without giving any reason or requiring any oversight. She could have spent her day running errands, watching her goddaughter’s performance in a school play, going to the movies or, yes, having sex (sometimes with me). Today she is allowed seven sick days a year. Sick days must be approved by her principal, and occasionally the district as well. If they are not, she doesn’t get to take them. Hey, she’s a kindergarten teacher, not a kindergarten student. She – and hundreds of thousands of teachers the world over – deserve more respect than this. Which brings me to my next point.
The passage that I found most alarming, and which places me firmly in opposition to the bill – as though I have any say, living in California – is the following:
The bill also calls for publicly posting the names of educators who are investigated for violating the policy on the school’s website.
I have a major problem with this part of the bill, as I do with the witch hunt that I would expect to ensue after releasing the names of individuals suspected or accused but not convicted of an activity that, while harmless, is something that I’m sure much of our sex-negative society would consider a sex crime akin to indecent exposure or even child molestation. I think it is morally and ethically wrong to publicize the names of suspect in such investigations if there is the slightest chance that the individual is not guilty.
When I was a kid, I had teachers who I absolutely hated. I’m talking about teachers who were inconsistent, unfair, or so jaded by their careers or personal lives that they just didn’t give a shit. Had the internet existed in, say, 1988, I – or more likely one of my peers – might have looked at porn on their work computers for the sole purpose of screwing said teachers over. And while the teachers in question would likely be exonerated, I’m guessing that this would be little consolation to their families after a lynch mob took the law into their own hands or, speaking less dramatically, saw their entire careers and personal lives ruined. Few people falsely accused of crimes see their names cleared with the same publicity with which it was besmirched.
Even without the above-cited passage, I find this bill difficult to swallow. As the article states, the financial burden of this bill would be substantial. As I said above, I’m all for treating teachers like adults, but if this is such a concern for the State of Wisconsin, why not install some free filtering software on all school-issued computers and use whatever money is left over to fund art, music, or other programs that today’s children have never been able to study as part of their public school curriculum?
-Jack