Bare or Sparkles

About a year and a half ago on another area of the internet, I had written a post about how I think the idea of a women bedazzling her nedan is a crazy idea, after having read an article on it.   Either shave it or leave it.  Don't try to pretend you've been made out of glittery gems.

I recently read a follow up article on another website, stating one of the latest crazes for men is to bedazzling their lower areas.

Okay, my stance on this is the same.  If I was getting naked with a guy and saw that he was looking like some sort of mirror ball, I'd be running literally screaming in the other direction. 

Guys, keep it trimmed or shave it off, but don't act like you're a Martha Stewart DYI project of the week.

I've been with guys who are wax-aholics and guys who could be mistaken for werewolves. Personally, I like my men in-between.

Good night kisses

I had written a few different posts and kept deleting them.  I chickened out is what I did.

Okay, swallowing a bullet here and asking Mr. Scratchy to do a big big favour for me... the group Haywire the song Buzz.    

Big Kisses

Tuesday Tibits- 14th June

Yesterday was Pride day here in the city.  Sophia the Wannabe Socialite had been front and center at one of the main events.  Saw her on the news. 
I made the mistake of mentioning seeing her on the news when I bumped into her and her latest girlfriend whom she did not even bother to introduce,  at the coffee shop this morning.

Sophia-: " I didn't get a close up.  Jen got a close up. They interviewed her."

Me-: "Um. Yeah but isn't she the group representative?"

Sophia-: "And what's your point? I'd had planned to talk about the plays my theater group has going right now. But, no they spent all their time interviewing Jen."

Me-: "Sophia, it was a thirty second sound bite. The entire piece was less then two minutes."

Sophia-: "Darling, you just don't get it do you."

Me-: "No, seems I don't."  {then she hugged me for some reason}  "Okay, need to go now. Take care. Nice to sort of meet you..." {I nodded at her girlfriend}

The Scarlet Letter Strikes Again

I had gone to the coffee shop after a short walk few hours ago, and bumped into The Drama Queen.  She was her usual overly talkative self, and just as I was about to take my cappuccino and come home, she leaned in all secretive and told me to stay away from Storm.

I think I had a bit of a Carrie moment, you know when on the show she's in slight shock and does that double head shake  with the wide eyes and says "Excuse me?" 

TDQ-: "I saw you talking to Storm yesterday afternoon. I just think it's a bad idea for you to be trying to get so chummy with him." 

And that was about it.  She spotted her husband coming into the building from work and seemed to forget I was even there. 
All I can say is yeah, totally weird.   I thought about this a bit as I headed into the Blockbuster next door to rent a movie.  Mitch was working, so I chatted with him for a few minutes, mentioned what had just happened and he gave me this look.  

Okay picture this, a 5'11 guy who is about the same size as a mic stand, with a full thick dark beard that makes him look like he should be living in a cave.  And he's a total puppy.  But he raised an eyebrow at me, sucked in a deep breath and out of the corner of his mouth made a comment about how he's seen her trying to snag Storm herself.

Mitch-: "She's just trying to keep you at arms length so she can screw him without competition. Anyway, I thought he was seeing someone?" 

Me-: "That was what I thought.  Have to find out if he still is or if he's single again."

I finished my cappuccino tossing the cup in the trash, and looked at the stack of DVDs that Mitch had just sorted to shelve.  Sitting on the top of the pile was a copy of Easy A. 
Which is a combo remake of The Scarlet Letter and Can't Buy Me Love.   I hadn't seen it yet but thought it was just too rich of a sign not too get it.

(Yes, just finished watching the movie and it was fabulous. I might post a review)

Case of the underwear thief

I was out at the lingerie store bra shopping, which I hate doing.  Sales lady dropped everything forcing a line up of crazed women on a sale day; in order to shoo away a guy who had come in and was touching all the displays.  { I've seen this guy standing around the music store many times. He stands there most the time, listening to the new releases swaying with a cup in his hand. It's been known that he's at the mall on day passes from the hospital, and the staff at the music store almost always has to call the ward to let them know he arrived} 

Saleslady-: "You know you're not allowed past the check out table. The back is off limits."

Daypass Guy-: "I'm just wanting to see the new ones. I won't move anymore."

Saleslady-: "No, I'm very busy today and I can not keep an eye on you, go please or I'll have to call Frank"

Daypass Guy-: "I promise I'll just stand here okay. Okay. Hey okay? Frank doesn't need to know I'm here. I'll be really quiet, like a mouse. Okay?"

She managed to get him out of the store for about a minute while she tried to get back to the customers. Then he was back in the store beside a bin that was full of thongs. The Saleslady reached over and picked up the phone. Another minute later and security was there to take the Daypass Guy out of the store.  The lady standing beside me in line asked what it was all about.

Saleslady-: "He's got mental problems, and normally is really harmless but he's got a fetish for women's panties. We've caught him sniffing the ones in the sale bin a few times. Nearly ..."  {big round of ewww from most of us on that one} "...uh-huh yeah. There's been a few times our inventory does not match up at the end of the night with the sales numbers. I can't prove he's taken any, but I'm nearly sure he has."

The lady standing next to me in line shook her head and asked what we all were half way thinking but not wanting to ask. 
"But if they are new and clean...I don't get it?"

Saleslady shrugged waving at us.  "I don't want to speculate."

Would you do a sex tape?

We're hearing about this all over the place about once every two weeks. Another star has gone and had their sex tape/nude photos splashed all over the place.
Once upon a time, something like that would destroy your career.  Now, it seems to be a major stepping stone for so many stars who would otherwise be just nameless try outs.

Okay, here's my thoughts on this. 
If I were famous I would NOT do a sex tape.  No matter what. Nude photos, that would depend on the ifs ands and butts of where it was meant to be shown and how they were done.

If I was in a long term faithful relationship, would I do them for my guy?   Depends on the guy.

Steam up your windows part two

Caleb hung up the phone a few minutes later, rubbing both hands over this face as he got up out of bed. He crossed the room still yawning when he decided he'd better brush his teeth before Estelle got there. He was very self-conscious about stuff like that even though he knew Estelle would care less. Leaning on the bathroom counter, Caleb stared at himself in the mirror. 
His short dark hair was freshly cut and spiked with gel. Or at lest it had been before he'd originally gone to bed few hours before. Holding the blue toothbrush between his teeth he ran his hands under the tap then began to rework his hair. No need to look overly dishevelled. Finishing up in the bathroom, he made his way back through the apartment hoping he still had some wine in the kitchen.  


He suddenly felt sheepish. It was the middle of the night, Estelle had called him asking to come over; there was no need to be trying for a seduction. Caleb scratched at the back of his skull as he put the bottle of wine back into the fridge. Moving away from it, he turned on his heels and opened it again pulling the bottle back out and getting two glasses from the counter.
The doorbell rang before he was back out to the living room.  He made a small grunting noise in his throat as he put everything down on the coffee-table, letting out a deep breath. 


He counted to five before opening the door,  wishing suddenly that he'd changed into a pair of jeans, instead of  having left his pajama bottoms on.  Estelle was standing in the hallway of the building dressed in a black slip dress, which was always Caleb's favourite on her. Any thoughts on trying to look bored at her arrival was useless. 
Reaching one arm up to the top of the door, his eyes swept the length of her, catching at the edge of  flesh just above the lacy neckline of the dress. His mind went numb and it took him a few seconds to realize the redhead was saying something. 


"Huh-huh" he mumbled as he gave her a sideways hug closing the door locking it. Moving completely on instinct, the dark haired man pulled her to him quickly for a  kiss. He felt her smile as the kiss was deepened, her own hands on his hips. They stood there in the darkened hallway for a few timeless moments just kissing; their bodies nearly molded to each other, her pale slim hands roaming gently over his thighs and lower back, his own at her neck and ribs. They finally broke the kiss only when they stumbled against the wall and Caleb moved his left arm to balance them both placing his hand firmly on the wall just over her shoulder. 


"Hey you." Estelle whispered into his ear as she wrapped both arms around him pulling him even tighter to herself.
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Part 3 soon