How I Like My Sex

Several years ago a movie came out that changed my life… and, don’t laugh… that movie was The Runaway Bride with Julia Roberts.

I know, I know… it’s stupidly silly, dramatic, and overly corny but it had one really good point… that the female main character didn’t have any idea what she liked (to eat, to do, to watch) because she had never taken the time to figure it out, she’d always just gone along with what the people in her life told her she liked… especially the men.

And THIS is the story of my life.

But after watching this movie,  I realized that I, like Julia Roberts’ character, had no idea how I liked my eggs… or anything else for that matter… and that it was time for me to figure it out.

And, after this movie, things definitely changed.

Only a little bit at first… I tried every way I could possibly think of to eat eggs and I eventually figured out how I really like them (scrambled with cheese and hot sauce or over easy with toast for dipping, also with hot sauce)… and, although it’s taken me a few more years, I’ve come to realize that I should incorporate these same methods into figuring out how I like my sex as well.

So, here I am… moving past the days of sex being about whether or not the man I am with orgasms and into the days where it’s all about how much pleasure I can experience.

Now, don’t get me wrong, it is not all about me… I am GGG all the way… it’s just now I’m making sure that it’s at least partially about my pleasure as well.

Please wish me luck… and lots fun… because if I don’t take care of my own needs, who will!

Speak Up, Men

“I’ve had a lot of guys really surprised when I try to explain that simply being female makes our lives more stressful. Saw these in a post and had to share.

Here’s a few:

1. Carrying your keys in your hand as a “weapon” when walking alone at night.

2. Turning your headphones off to make sure you’re not being followed.

3. Nailing the “I’m-walking-quickly-but-not-so-quick-that-you’ll-sense-my-fear” pace when someone is behind you.

4. Calling friends when alone in a taxi/Uber in order to feel safe.

5. Or texting them your driver’s details “just in case”.

6. Messaging them when you get home to let them know you’re OK.

7. Sitting near other women on public transport to minimize the risk of being harassed/attacked.

8. Avoiding being out altogether if it’s too early in the morning or too late at night because it doesn’t seem safe.

9. Pretending to be on the phone in any number of situations to avoid harassment.

10. Wearing a wedding ring to reduce the chances of men hitting on/harassing you because they respect another man’s “property” more than a woman’s right to say no.

11. Giving men fake names and phone numbers rather than risking their anger at being rejected.

12. Staying silent when being verbally harassed out of fear if you fight back it’ll turn violent.

13. Keeping your drink covered with your hand and getting your friend to watch it if you need to go to the bathroom at a bar so that it doesn’t get spiked.

14. Making sure a friend always knows where you are if you’re going on a first date with a stranger.

[15. Not wearing what we want for fear of being harassed, or judged, and blamed for it.]

[16. 17. 18. 19. 20. Having to explain all of this to our daughters, nieces, students, charges, and other young girls we care about.]

[21.-1000. The trauma of bad stuff really happening to us and our loved ones, which justifies this fear.]

I ask you, men…do you have ANY of these fears on a daily basis? We have all of them. It’s real. And it’s not okay. If you’re a good guy, speak up when your friends think it’s funny to do or say anything that makes things harder to be female. We’ve got enough going on.”


…Shared from from a friend, origin unknown… if anyone knows who wrote this, I’d be happy to give credit… otherwise, this was too important not to share.

Cinna to the Rescue

Meet the newest member of our family… Cinna/Cinnamon.

Over the last few weeks Dani’s had a hard time at school because a classmate has been bullying her. I’ll do a separate post on that later because I have a lot of information to share… but for now, I let Dani get a rabbit so that she would always have a friend.

So… now she has a rabbit friend.

And she’s very attentive to him.

She fed and watered him all by herself tonight and she assisted me in cleaning his litter pan.

She also hand fed him a nice big leaf of Romain lettuce as a snack after which was completely adorable.

Hopefully, that attentiveness lasts… 🙂

You Don’t March for Life

“First of all, good for you. Raise your voices, express your concerns, gather, make signs, do your thing. I won’t call you names. I respect your right to do this, and I respect your conviction.

Second, be clear with your cause. You don’t march for life. You march for the birth of a fetus. Think about this: at what age does this life stop mattering to you? When it’s in the womb, you cry for it, you fight for it, you empathize with it, you march for it.

When it becomes 1 month old, you hope the mother supports it, feeds it, and nurtures it. But you don’t support the mother in this endeavor. You think she should “work hard,” “pull herself up by the bootstraps,” and get by on her $7.25/hr minimum wage job. You vote for those who block legislation to protect its mother from violence, from making the same wage as men, from getting basic healthcare, from getting food stamps and support to care for it.

When it becomes 6 years old, you hope there’s a public school around to teach it. But you vote for those who don’t want to fund public schools. You vote for those who believe our schools are “flushed with cash” yet somehow failing. The wealthier kids that live by it are able to go to different schools, but this fetus is stuck at the public school that is overcrowded, underfunded, and it falls behind in reading and math. You feel bad for it, but you don’t march for it. You mostly blame its single mother for not doing more to be involved in its schooling. “She should do homework with it. She should read to it more. Maybe she should get it a tutor.” But she is working two jobs and barely getting by.”

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