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| "Your critics are only proof that you are a success." -"Chloe Does Yale" by Natalie Krinsky Well, I am sitting here after another high reached thanks to my fave TV show, Veronica Mars. What a show and the fact that the whole thing felt like 10 minutes only shows how time passes when in the middle of major fun. Of course, we all know I love the spunky feisty and sassiness of said character but Logan, a god among us sarcastic shits, did the ultimate in kissing her. Oh, to take a woman like that and kiss her deeply with no need for words upstairs at a cheap motel! Okay, I know it sounds either corny or just plain stupid but trust me on this. I'm a guy that practically leaped off his bed while this scene played, Veronica Mars being kissed so deeply by the past villan, Logan. The irony where detective meets with some major questions within. So, Britney Spears is pregnant. I do not care. I tend to do a lot of thinking while I do my sit-ups in the storage room. It's just me on a bench doing reverse sit-ups where you leave a portion of your lower pelvis off and raise you legs up to a parallel in which the soles of your feet say "hello" to the ceiling. People cringe when it comes to doing them but sit-ups help mellow me out. What is fun is that my dad is in his computer room next door to the room I tend to do my thinking man's sit-ups so I just let out some toots that cause him to turn around and look at me. My father is the type of guy that will test out a microphone by farting directly into it no matter who is in the room. Apparently, it is part of the process when it comes to fatherhood. So, I lay back on the bench while my legs move up and down and think. All sorts of things dwell on me, from why chunky blonde girls tend to have short hair or how I feel guilty after eating a dessert made by my mom that looks like a giant Twinkee but so, so good. Okay, that last question is *part* of the reason I am doing sit-ups with big smiles. This is also the process I go through in thinking up things to write about here on Diaryland. After 270 reverse sit-ups, I am kind of aching to have a go at the ol' computer. Mind you, my abs have barely popped a sweat but my hip flexor muscles are so pumped. It wasn't the sit-ups that got me into tonight's topic but more of something that has to do with the book I am reading and have a very good time laughing with the writer, Natalie Krinsky. "Chloe Does Yale" is a book that has me as hooked as Jenna Jameson's "How To Make Love Like A Porn Star" and, yes, I had a lot to say about that when I read it last year. Both should be in anyone's library that cares about sexuality. Okay, there is a chapter devoted to the question of spitting v. swallowing that came up. It's not the actual topic but the reaction Natalie got for writing about it in her college newspaper. I was disgusted in how so many people criticized her for something that so many people secretly discuss or want to actually talk about but are afraid. The only ones that deem such a topic as horrible are those that have a repressed sexuality. When Natalie made this humorous outlook on spitting versus swallowing when it comes to what women do with a mouthful of semen, she was confronted by many perverts or religious shits that think a girl with a mind should shut the fuck up. It's no wonder I feel sorry for how girls cannot feel allowed to express their sexuality, when they are being made to feel like that's all they are worth. People that write about sex, and, yes, I am one of them, tend to have others think that we spend all day pumping away. Just how does that give us time to write here on Diaryland? I love sex and want everyone to feel free to express their inner kinkiness without being told that we are: -Going to hell
I don't know how to get to what I am trying to say but this whole chapter in "Chloe Does Yale" had me laughing at her impressive observations when it comes to sex but also angry that jackasses start harassing Natalie by calling her a "swallow supporter." It takes a hell of a lot of guts to talk about oral sex and to admit that she swallows. Gawd, can't girls have a stance and not be subjected to being ridiculed!?! I'm just on this weird vibe. I know I sound weird and all that but female sexuality is something is dear to me thanks to amazing Human Sexuality classes in college with such sweet fearless ladies that opened my eyes. Well, we can also add my ex-girlfriend that took my virginity, Kristan, to this group since a late night's debate ended up with a romp underneath the sheets. I know it is probably unbelieveable that a guy would be so defensive and supportive when it comes to girls' sexuality. You must remember that I have an extremely open mind based on realism and how I found myself wishing for a sister whom I almost had until my mom miscarried. Yeah, I remember sitting in the parking lot long ago when my mom told me I almost had a sister. Gawd, I felt so awful and carried that memory for so long. I may have grown up with boys as pals for my first 19 years of life but girls really came into my life majorly once Kristan set my mind straight. Nuns can do a lot of damage to a young boy's mind: "If a woman wants to have sex with you, she is a whore!!!" Private school sucked and I do wish I could get my parents' money back. I learned a few things but not enough to call it a great time when running around in little purple and gold shorts for P.E. was time spent hoping your penis doesn't make it's way north. So, today? We've got storms here and there. Nothing too fancy but the gym's small clientelle presenting itself was nice. Treadmills were pretty bare and equipment was hardly in use as well. I did get to talk to one of my sorority girls that enjoys telling me how awful college is at this time of year, too many books and not enough alcohol. Those Chanel earrings were a nice gift from her boyfriend and the envyous looks of girls around her. Kind of weird to read about how I do my thinking, by doing sit-ups. Yeah, I enjoy just going into the storage room, away from the world and responsibilities all while raising my legs up. Due to the air's lessening in humidity, I didn't break a sweat. My dog, however, barked in insisting I get back on my bed for cuddling. So, I'd like to pimp out the book, "Chloe Does Yale," to all that find humor in sex or a special interest in the subject. I'm really admiring this writer, someone full of life even if Natalie went to Yale, an enormous student population afraid of even having sex. I'm sorry if this entry seems muddles and confusing. My mind is all over the place thanks to being a worried boyfriend. Sara told me she was sick and I have yet to hear from her all day. This is a major reason I hate being 2 hours away. I'll try to put up something more decent tomorrow. I'm outta here to finish up the chapter and hopefully get back into Dragon Lance as well. It's getting to the point that I am counting down the days til I'm back in Indiana, a warm bed with someone I miss each day. Oh, in case you are wondering what I do with "girlie juices" down there, I swallow all her yumminess. Goodnight. |
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