The Weird Kid
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Spritz me
Tried to write before, about family, all comes out blah blah blah.
Sometimes I get to where I'm sick of me, and start craving your stories. Specific stories, though. Like I want to commission blog entries from all of you.
I want to know:
-Oral sex performed on us (women). Do we really like it, or are we just supposed to? I don't like it. That part of me, so layered and folded and meatish, and I can't be sure it's entirely presentable. They're called "privates," you know. Someone's face there, well that is as unprivate as it can possibly be.
-Were you in day-care as a kid? Did it mess you up in any discernible way? Feel any resentment?
-Do you miss being single? Do you fantasize about your own little house, done up inside with clean white paint and built-in bookshelves with nothing but time in the evenings for books and music and dinner with friends?
-Or, wow. Maybe you are single. And fantasizing about a stompy toddler shaking a tiny sticky finger at a long-suffering dog, and a husband stretched out in boxers on your couch, expounding on the psychology of Dr. Who. Is that possible? That somebody wants my life?
-What is the hardest thing you ever survived/conquered?
Pick one, or some.
If I could have some answers and stories, here, or on your own blogs, in your own good time, I'd just be so happy. My brain and heart are dried up tonight and I could use a good spritzing.
Sometimes I get to where I'm sick of me, and start craving your stories. Specific stories, though. Like I want to commission blog entries from all of you.
I want to know:
-Oral sex performed on us (women). Do we really like it, or are we just supposed to? I don't like it. That part of me, so layered and folded and meatish, and I can't be sure it's entirely presentable. They're called "privates," you know. Someone's face there, well that is as unprivate as it can possibly be.
-Were you in day-care as a kid? Did it mess you up in any discernible way? Feel any resentment?
-Do you miss being single? Do you fantasize about your own little house, done up inside with clean white paint and built-in bookshelves with nothing but time in the evenings for books and music and dinner with friends?
-Or, wow. Maybe you are single. And fantasizing about a stompy toddler shaking a tiny sticky finger at a long-suffering dog, and a husband stretched out in boxers on your couch, expounding on the psychology of Dr. Who. Is that possible? That somebody wants my life?
-What is the hardest thing you ever survived/conquered?
Pick one, or some.
If I could have some answers and stories, here, or on your own blogs, in your own good time, I'd just be so happy. My brain and heart are dried up tonight and I could use a good spritzing.
posted by Imez at 11:11 PM
14 Comments:
G'day matey. An uplifted soul visiting. :)
-Okay, oral sex, yes, I do...(like it). Not all the time, mind, but as a treat. It always happens with a "please be gentle babe". Boys!
-No, not a day care kid, kinda raised ...in an isolated type- rural place...fended for myself and little sister mostly.
-Um, miss being single, well...early on in our relationship I ensured both of us were in agreeance for individuality and pursuance of passions or interests....friends..
Partner is a very different personality to me, we would never have remained together if not able to each have "me" time.
-Toughest thing survived?
My childhood...I'm sure our folks loved us but they were, and are alcoholics and us kids were exposed to a lot of stuff kids should never have to be.... It was a little rough.
I learnt how very resilient I am, and forgiving.
Your difficulties are not obstacles on the spiritual path, they are the path. (and all that :))..--Ezra Bayda
Spritz away mate.
Oral sex: Love getting, not giving. My ex was great at this.
I wasn't in daycare.
I would like some version of your life. That is, I would like a husband who loves my kiddo like his own. Wish I could've had the kiddo's actual father, but he was too damaged.
Hardest thing ever survived/conquered: child custody battle, in which my ex said and did extremely damaging and fabricated/exaggerated things about and to me. I had to be hypervigilant and Not Nice and fight harder than I ever had. I came out on top.
1. Unless there's some way to get a battery in a tongue - no.
2. Lots and lots of daycare. My mom was single with 3 kids and I'm closer to her and my brothers than just about anyone I know. I think I'm fine, which is half the battle, I guess.
3. Oh wait - this is two and two is three... I miss making out with other men. That is all.
4. Getting over my dad issues. I'm lucky I didn't marry one of my 50 year old teachers/coaches/professors/doctors. I still pine for old men, though.
I still have that un-anonymous blog issue, by the way. Now compounded by the fact that I'm on Facebook and even more people I know read my stuff.
Geez, you don't want much do you?
Yes, i like oral sex. I would have a hard time being with a man who didn't. But i don't think anyone who doesn't is weird, just your preference.
No day care, just throw us out the door care. But my kid was in day care.
yes, sometimes i miss being single.
i am in no way fantasizing about having a toddler again.
having my family blown apart. long story.
sienna- I see by your slang you must be from Kentucky. Hey, are all those beautiful quotes memorized?
beck-I would love to read an entry about how you came out on top. Sounds inspirational, and you've already written a lot of inspirational (in a different way) stuff.
mignon- This has to stop. You have to get another blog. One for family and kid photos and all that good stuff, and one for ME. And you, of course. And ME. You're like by best imagination bloggy friend and you keep getting quieter and more sanitized. Wouldn't it be healthy to have a spot to unleash all your hell and happy, when it needs it?
meno- I laughed at the "jesus god no no toddler" sentiment. I think you need an anonymous blog, too. Maybe tell some long stories.
Imez! You are quickly becoming one of my most interesting cyberfriends.
Oral sex - I like it very much but it took YEARS for me to be comfortable enough to enjoy it. I was scared and felt entirely too vulnerable most of the time. Now that I'm with the right person, it's just a wonderful expression of intimacy.
No day care - it was the 1970's!
As you know from reading my blog, I'm a late bloomer. Very late! I have partied and careened sideways through the last 15 years...I turned 40 this year and it feels like I'm just now living the life I was meant to live. I am looking so foreward to leaving my single life behind. I've had a blast, don't get me wrong, but this aging rocker chick is ready for porch swings and living out the rest of my days with my best friend and his daughters. They can keep the cosmos and the nightlife.
I know plenty of people who want your life. My pal Jane has spent the last 4 years dealing with red tape and b.s. trying to adopt a child from China. Due to a lot of the stress from this situation, her husband left her. So now she is alone and childless and all she ever wanted was a family to share all the love in her heart. She'd give a kidney for a stompy toddler, I assure you.
Toughest thing survived/conquered?
My Father's death last year - am STILL surviving that. Also? Quitting smoking. Conquering that demon is one of my proudest achievements.
Interesting post, dude. I'd have answered on my blog, but if Johnny read ANYTHING about oral sex he'd beat me senseless with a spatula. (smile)
Jen, Corrupted.
i will expand on one (or more) of your prompts in my own blog, so you'll get more than a quick and dirty version of the truth. since i'm usually too busy to actually come up with real blog topics, you have just provided me with specifics. thanks for that.
for the topic(s) i definitely won't be including in my post (b/c, well...i actually know that one of my professors reads my blog from time to time): 1. I've never had sex, or oral sex, but i am under the impression that it would be way too invasive for my pleasure.
and...the hardest thing I've survived (that i don't feel like delving into on my own blog...which kinda proves that i'm not quite over it yet?): i was molested when i was 12.
those two might be connected in some way.
Oral sex- love it. Surest way to an orgasm for me. But sometimes I am just not feeling it, and I have no problem saying "no thanks."
TOTAL day care kid. Several day cares, in fact, on in the morning and one in the afternoon sometimes. One I loved, the other I was ho-hum about. But I made a lot of friends, so overall I'd say it was a good experience for me.
Miss being single? No. I am totally o.k. with my codependence. I don't need a lot of "me" time, though. (Maybe a result of too much daycare?)
Hardest thing I ever survived? Puberty. Not kidding. Those were a rough couple of years. That I survived and can now look back and laugh is a huge feat. But also one of the many reasons I am not so sure I want to bring a kid into this world. I don't want to put an innocent child through that.
Toughest thing: watching my mom waste away from cancer only to end in her shooting herself, going to the funeral home hours after she was dead... making arraingments for her cremation and then SEEING her for the last time, the last moment that made it all so real. She laid with her eyes open a half smile on her face and her beautiful blonde hair falling out of a body bag. I closed her eyes, and kissed her on the cheek. NOw, having a child, and no mother to question about things... my best friend is dead, my mother... dead.... but life has to continue, so this is the hardest thing of all the tough ones... it haunts me daily with every fake smile i can muster.
DAMN. Just don't feel comfortable chatting in an open forum about oral sex, but I could say a LOT :)
No day care. Don't miss being single at all. Loved your comment about people wanting your life, LOL.
The toughest thing I survived (emotionally) is growing up with my dad for a father, but all things in perspective, it could have been a lot worse.
Imez, sorry I've neglected your blog. Better late than never.
Oral sex: I'm pretty sure I used to like it, but you really have to be able to trust your partner to open up and enjoy it. I didn't like giving it so much, though.
As you can probably tell, I am single. And I do enjoy it. I wish I had some help, sometimes, especially financially, and that my boy had a father figure in his life, but it is what it is. I have a lot of personal space, which is really important to me.
I was not in daycare, but my son was, it was mostly a positive experience for him.
The hardest thing I ever survived was a really bad, long drawn out break up with a sociopath who really played me, that fueled my suicidal tendencies. I lost my job, had to sell my home, and am now stronger than I have ever been.
I'm late to this game because for some reason my bloglines haven't been telling me you've posted. Now I've missed several. grrr.
To share a couple of my answers:
I don't miss being single, but that's ONLY because I divorced my first (totally incompatible) husband and recently married my best friend/soul mate. He gives me the space that I require (which is plenty). Having the right partner ADDS to your life. I didn't figure that out until I was 42.
The hardest thing I ever endured (and this is from someone who survived being molested and my father being murdered when I was 16): the hardest thing, by far, was my daughter's toddler years. And that is why I relate to you and feel for you and so, so want you to know that it gets better. I truly thought I was losing my fucking mind and I came dangerously close to hurting her on more than one occasion. Getting my brain chemistry back in order saved both of us.
jen- your friend's adoption story gave me a good thwack, thank you.
alyssa- do you have any place or person you can delve into it?
princess- it's an odd thing to say but I'd like to know more about your puberty. It sounds seriously blogworthy.
bambi- oh hon. I'm so sorry. I don't have anything else I can say. I'm sorry.
4444-man, you're cheery. And chicken. Bwok bwok bwok.
fancy- I love how you ended your comment. Thanks.
kate- Wow. That, actually, comforts me immensely. Why is it that some women don't mind at all?
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