Stress Off

b1The rough and tumble pace
of every day life can really
be a challenge these days…

The stresses of:
worry….

in
work, money,
relationships…..

It can really cut
into your horizontal
fun-time quotient, ya know ?

We’re working more,
but we have less leisure time,
and less money for recreation—

wifeAnd, if there’s an energy crisis anywhere,

–it’s in the amount of energy
we have left to expend on the
more fun, interesting and sexier stuff.

— after working,
paying taxes,
and fulfilling our responsibilities,

we’ve got little left over.

There’s been all kinds of social changes,
bringing their own special problems…

For instance,1
kids are living at home longer now…..

— it’s actually very common for 20 somethings.

And this certainly could put the KYE-BOSH
on any fun-time activities …..

for anybody,
and everybody in the house !

Sure,
I guess if you think about it hard enough,  a1
you could always find alternative places
where you could go to ….
errrr …..
express yourself…..

But the atmosphere of some places,

even the more out of the way places,

a…. can just kinda ruin the moment.

The sweet girl-next-door –

– and the stalwart,
hard working,
monogamously-dedicated family-man types

are becoming pretty rare,

and I guess it can be hard to meet those kinds of folks at times…

— but then neither type was ever really known aa
as all that sexually adventurous to begin with, anyway.

Certainly,
internet dating is kinda impersonal,

and can be very unreliable……

Candor in terms of personal online relationships has tanked.

And the explosion of electronic technology
has blurred the lines of recreation…

Reverse electronic fantasies –

afantasies that reality can’t measure up to,

—but electronics CAN put into some digitized form –

have replaced the kind
you used to try to make come true for yourself.

Certain aspects of our culture have left people feeling
as if human face to face contact isn’t necessary,
or even desirable,
in order to enjoy our lives….

As if somehow, we could,
or should, call
exist as if we were all living in some kinda vacuum.

I read last week about a guy who claims to be in love with his .

His vacuum cleaner, that is.

I think it was a Hoover.

I wonder if it was one of them ones
with all the special attachments.

(I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a Roomba, anyway. )

Oh sure,

airbubbleI guess you might choose
to add some sex toys to your repertoire
to attract more interest from the opposite sex …

or perhaps it might have the opposite effect ?

No man really likes the idea
that a mechanical device can do a better job
at satisfying a woman than he can…

….although,
from her perspective,
it must be hard to argue with 40 pulses per second.

And there’s no substitute a1a
for knowing what to say and how to say it….

That’s one of the purposes of a tongue, ya know.

Ahem.

Still……

If it becomes too much trouble to get you some,

it’s certainly easy enough
to find a up close and personal substitute for REAL sex,
peterpeckerI guess…

you can get you an inflatable
Rachel Hunter doll with real imitation Kiwi accent.

Cricky Dick!!
Oh BONK me fanny with yer wee cracker!
! ” —

Or, for you girls,

the Peter Pecker Doll,
always a big seller….

So there’s always options, I guess.baa

You could even open up
one of them there sex farms
like they got up there in Washington State.

Oh..

maybe,
that’s a baaaaaaaad idea, that.

Or, you could do things the OLD FASHIONED way,

aand then,
if you really want some variety,

… all you’d have to do is switch hands.

Hmmm……………..

I dunno……

There’s still something missing,
though,

Don’t ya think?

Passion?gygan

Romance?

Ambiance?

The experiential element ?

Doesn’t anybody think that
the most interesting thing about sex
is the physical, mental, and emotional interaction
between two people anymore ?

Or is really just all about orgasms in a vacuum?

Wait…
not that Hoover thing again.

HOY !!!!

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Just Abust With Lust

I just got in
from places
far-flung and remote.

And boy,
are my arms tired.

And I’m too tired
to figure out
what exactly is wrong
with that joke.lust

Ahem.

As usual, when I
finally returned to
my boring old desk
this evening to
set pen to paper —

(or finger to keypad,
I guess I should say)

I found myself once again
struggling to find
something to blog about ….

It struck me that perhaps,
…. just perhaps….

That all my choice
subjects have been
just run over bigtime
by this blog
time after time,

which I guess is natural,
… doing a daily blog for
as long as I have been
doing one.

So, I decided
that I shouldn’t really
even worry about it,
and that I should
slog on regardless.

Thus,
today’s post
— about
one of those subjects,
that I have completely
beat to death already ….

Figuratively, anyway.

Lust.

It certainly is a
favorite of mine.

Yes.

Makes me
shivery all over.

—- Even without
any lust lotion.

And like they
always said
in all those creative
writing classes that
I never took,
that you shouldape
write what you know,
you know?

Hey–
you’re not
surprised, are ya?

Ah well…
somehow
… it’s only the last lash
of a whip that anyone
ever really remembers,
right ?

Ahem.nolady

I’m nothing,
if I’m not committed
to that lady lust.

Oh man,
yeah.

And I probably should be.

Committed,
that is.

Anyhoo,
I think people make too
many negative waves
about lust, truthfully….

” A lust goddess that stood for
everything that was sin and evil? ” 

Come on.

I mean, you just can’t
even do half that stuff
standing up.

Nix, man. consequ

“Lust and Consequences ” ?

I had no idea that Bob Barker
guy was into all that stuff.

It’s probably a good thing
they changed the name
from “Depravity” anyway.

What a terrible name for a
town in New Mexico, otherwise.

Ain’t that the truth

Alright,
and this one:

A wanton waitress dished up
passion on the farm ?

Ok, maybe not all
that negative,
but certainly a bit of a
mixed metaphor.

And I think there’s
some kind of New Mexico
theme running in the
background somewhere.

Anyhoo, about today’s post….

It’s possible that maybe I
have a different spin on it,
this time.

And I’m hoping
it’s joyouslycrossroad
and euphorically naughty.

Abnormal passions?

Hey,
That’s when it’s at it’s best.

Where the hell is that
place on my map?

(New Mexico, again, I bet )

Ahh well….

Say it with me, won’t you?

Lust.

Lasciviousness.

Oh hell,
call it lechery if you want.

Even concupiscence,
if you can pronounce it.

I just don’t even understand

how lust became of one
of the 7 deadly sins
to begin with…..lustweekend

After all,

I totally get how:
wrath,
greed,
sloth,
pride,
envy,
and gluttony
made the list.

Well….

Nobody likes a
pissed-off,
mercenary,
lazy,
pompous,
jealous chowhound
,
right ?

Wait.

Naaaah…

I’m not indolent,

and I’m certainly
not avaricious.

Whew.

That was a close one.

But, getting back to lust —

I ask you,

what’s life without a
little hormonal ardor ????

You know–

That craving you feel
right down to your toes,
and up through your
crown chakra.

That hankering for
that shade of
off-white/off-black that
you’ve yet to experience.

That longing for
someone that feels
so natural,
so guttural,
so carnal,
so grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

That yearning that courses
through every blood vessel,
every corpuscle.

That kind of
powerful concupiscence
that makes one
doubt one’s sanity,
sometimes.

The way it carries
you off with it —
time and space become meaningless.

You can’t get it
in a little blue pill,
you can’t rent it
on a street corner,,
you can’t bottle it and
sell it like twenty dollar gin.

You just have to experience it.

Oh sure, you’ll pay for it —
— in all sorts of ways —
but it’s fucking worth it.

I call it passion.

You can call it anything you want.

But it’s ain’t no deadly sin..

I’d want to die without it.

HOY!

PS: thanks to Jen
for the lead snake lady piccie.

vargas