you know i love it when you talk dirty to me
"They can appreciate a beautiful face without letting one's thighs detract from the attraction. Their standards aren't lower, just more inclusive."
I'll continue reading but you hit the nail so hard oh my god Sex you just brought out the jackhammer and rammed that nail into the fucking wall damn that is such truth if i've ever read it okay back to reading.
I am going to start lifting weights! Great idea. And I guess there is a part of me that often thinks, "She looks great...grrr." Women compete in different ways I guess.
And yesterday was just about amusement for some dumb reason. Today I steered clear because of the cattiness. People were just wanting to pick a blog fight. I wasn't amused anymore and that's that.
I used to not be emotional on many levels. When I got married, that changed somewhat. I still see things very black and white oftentimes and don't live by my emotions or really even let them pick my responses too often. I see them oftentimes more as a hinderance than anything. I don't even cry when I should.
I hate my typos. Sorry. 
You guys are quick. I just edited this after I found some typos (speaking of) and here you are!
Yea.
About your post Sex, I think you made me realize that I love, first and foremost, men trapped in womans bodies. Okay that came out wrong. You know what I mean, the quintessential woman just doesn't do it for me outside of her good looks. Because to be perfectly honest, that whole stereotype embodies an emotional catty melodramatic wreck if you ask me, and I can't see past that.
There really shouldn't be a fence and I suppose biologically there isn't too much of one but we dress them in pink and blue since they day they were born and it takes the type of woman I love to be a bit more than that. Mmhmm.
Well said Sex
I think I knew that about you, Greg.
Didn't I just say that to Krypto earlier??
and good job on the melodramatic - though I still like mellowdramatic better.
Yeah I kinda sorta knew it too and you helped me know it. Time to hit the gay bars and convert some lesbians.
Good luck with that.
Haha. Greg and his mullet sportin' girlfriend. That ought to be good. You just need someone mellow. Chill. Goes with the flow. (She might still think "grrr" after seeing a particularly good lookin' woman.)
that's fine, she's allowed to think that and she's also allowed to be angry if she's at a party and another chic is wearing her same dress. That's just like, universal.
Like, you just get women Greg.
Thanks for reminding me about Mother's Day...but i agree you this this one just right
isn't Greg the sweetest thing?
love the penultimate paragraph, and the last sentence.
speaking of big words...
Hey, it killed me to not have time to post to move it down today. I didn't ask for it but had to respond. It's human, not woman. Hurt is hurt and if you can imagine people shitting on your blog for your thoughts, instinct for me was to react. In person, nother story. Easy to walk away. Gone. In text. It's there forever to piss me off until I say something. So i did. Some bitches would go cry in a corner. at least I stood up for myself.
Regardless, I didn't want it there. the catiness is what started it. the verbal bitch slap is what finished it. What should I do? Delete it? Can't do that. But I can come here and avoid it while they all play their games.
it was like vandalism!
You can defend yourself for reacting the way you did, and even be pleased with yourself, cuz you're a normal woman.
Me? Not normal. I would've probably done what you did - only I would've hated myself all the while. I would've hated that it bugged me and hated that I liked the attention. But that's me. That's the fence in action. That's what I sit on all the time.
I've seen this once before, on a guy's site, and he deleted the posts. Most of the culprits were women. He ignored the blog for a week or so and it became a non issue.
I admire him, but would I have the guts to do it that way?
Probably not.
And yes, hang out here. It's a no-fly zone, like Amber's.
I hated it. I hated the attention especially being negative, but felt like i had to thank people i didn't know who got into their responses. they didn't need to do that and did. made me feel like i needed to leave for a bit too, but i think i would feel defeat in my own space. afraid to post to be honest...that is admittedly a girlie fear. as for the no delete rule, i can't delete it out of my life, even if i forget for while, gotta keep it real, yo. (that's for greg)
yes, you mustn't run. I don't think that's the issue.
It's your blog. It can look any way you want it to.
i think this guy deleted just to stop it. And I think he truly DGAV. Best case of I ever saw.
I don't know what I would've done if I were in TG's shoes. But I think our responses would be opposite- it would be in real life that even one of those comments would have made me go off. I wouldn't keep on walking. Not that I like drama. In fact, my everyday life is pretty much drama free. It's why I have a hard time blogging sometimes, nothing amusing to say at all. I am pretty mellow. But I am always big on respect in real life. It is important that people say stupid things like "please" and "thank you" to me still. I like it when women are shown courteousy for no other reason that they are a woman. In real life I really keep things close in as far as reactions go but there are things that I will respond to. I guess that's something about the ying yang of blogland and real life. Blogland people will say things they would never say in real life. I say it wherever I am.
Amber I'm with ya there.
And Sex, I don't think Hiro will agree that I'm the sweetest thing, being that we've done some pretty unsweet things together. Wicked, nonetheless, totally rad.
wicked is better than sweet any day.
you're sweet to me all the time, so tell Hiro to go jump off.
Ok, don't tell him that. Tell him to lift up his shirt jes one mo time...
and amber is the very definition of mellowdramatic, doncha think?
Yeah- :o) Mellow or dramatic. But rarely dramatic. But when I am.....I have been told on numerous occasions that I am scary. In fact, I think J was the first guy NOT really intimidated by me when I was in scary cave bitch mode. If he's strong enough to look that in the eyes and shrug and say "Whateva!", you know he is a keeper!
And then you and him hold hands and spin!!
It's just cuz you're so tall. The only people I ever intimidate are my kids, and really, now that the Lad is as tall as my chest, he just pretends.
The rest of the world just pats my head and says, "Awww, ain't she the cutest thang?"
I really do think it is mostly my tallness. I mean, every female has the "look" to freeze a hot tamale or to shrivel enemies. But this is all together different, I am sure.
I have a look, I guess, but I think perhaps, by my children's reactions, it says "Why don't you continue to run around naked in the bathroom while I told you a full twenty two minutes ago to get in your jammies and brush your teeth? That'll be more fun anyway, and truly, there will be no real consequences to your misbehavior - here or in the real world."
Hmmm...I do not have children. I am sure all of my superpowers would be useless against them. I hear it's part of the beauty of being a mom.
And Greg, no need to be jealous. Someday you will spin in a circle with a girl and skip and jump. She will have a mullet, remember?
blah blah blah
ISN'T THIS A FUCKING SEX BLOG?????
People are too fucking caught up in gender roles anyway...
Yeah, where are the tits we were promised?
I get accused of thinking like a guy. Apparantly I cut people off, I'm blunt, I don't emotionally attach. Whatever.
Screw the fence, you be who you like, the fence is only an issue if you make it one.
So if you don’t talk about nails and shopping, and I don’t talk about cars and sports. What on earth would we talk about?
I'm going for the ‘A’ in atypical. That one’s going on the fridge.
Jack, you get plenty of "Intertwine" so don't give me any crap about it.
Sex blog?? Yes, you guys come looking for "Sex" and find something deeper and more meaningful. Bummer, ain't it?
Harley, I think you and I could come up with something to talk about.
V- the fence exists mostly in my own mind, but only mostly. When I go hang with the guys all the time, the girls get pissy about it. When I want to talk about something other than "prescribed girl shit" many woman treat me as if I'm nuts. I know, I'll get over it someday. When I'm an old lady with cats, I suppose.
I think it's ok to be girlie if you're not whiny. it's ok to be a bitch if you need to be. too girly cries. a little boy in you makes you fight for what you want...and makes you horny all the time too. there is no fence if you're a little of both.
my baseball cap and sweatshirt with a sparkly pink thong underneath combined with my passion for what i believe and my IDGAF when I don't believe is enough to keep me from falling off the fence in either direction. and sometimes i screw like a girl, sometimes i screw like a boy. nuthin' wrong with either one.
Random fact, most of the guys I am friend's with are horrendously girly. They cannot make a decision about anything, and frankly, I'm pretty sure they're all gay. There is a lack of 'real men' in this country. My female friends, however drink, speak and act like men.
Hear, hear.
I have no (close) female friends, and I like it that way. You're right - it's envy, and I don't have time for it.
I can't stand the drama. I can't stand the cattiness. I can't stand the whining, the bitching, the back-biting, the-oh-my-god-I-hd-a-piece-of-chocolate-and-now-I'
m-breaking-out-and-fat-and why-does-he-hate-me.
Gah.
Life is too short.
To me there is more to life than Desperate Housewives and shoes. SHOES - I have 6 pairs of shoes, and I think it's a little excessive, but I know women who are proud of their immense shoe collection - and don't get me started on the purses. My mind is boggled.
Yes I have breasts and hair and eyes, but that doesn't mean I want to discuss your feelings. I don't want to go shopping. Yeah, I see your $100 knock off Prada bag that you've stuffed fulll of everything you'll ever need if you're stranded on a desert island, but you know what, my ID, my lipstick and a breath mint can be tucked inside my bra and I never have to worry about someone "watching my purse" while I sneak into the bathroom to talk about whether or not he'll sleep with you for the billionth time.
Men will tell you that you're hot and they want to sleep with you and you can tell them to go to hell and they're cool with that. They are honest and direct and I love that. Women will tell you that you're pretty and they like your hair, but won't tell you when you've got your underwear tucked into your panytyhose, and secretly want to see you thrown down a well to be later rescused by a really hot guy while your face is running with mascara and snot. Tell them they have a hair out of place and you become the Worst. Friend. Ever.
I was going somewhere with this....
Thanks for the vent and letting me vent in turn. I like it here.
Maybe, I run in different circles, but I don’t know any women who say they feel dirty when men look at them, lol.
Sex, I see no reason why you should feel or think like you’re on the gender fence. In my opinion, nothing divides men and women more than treating gender as a forehead label with all the generalizations that go along with it.
So, my unsolicited advice is try not to be concerned about what side this piece or that piece of your personality is on, just be you.
Well, I must be Me - because the Meness in Me is very assertive and shoves its way kicking and screaming to the surface so that I have no choice but to vomit Me out at regular intervals.
this sounds like some kind of challenge to a throw down lost weekend sex out.
i'd rather just cuddle.
I hate text; everyone takes me too god damned seriously.
Jack, you know I was teasing you back, dammit. now c'mere, let's kiss and make up.
yeah, that's it, now lick me there... and there...
yummy...
I WANNA PLAY! I WANNA PLAY! PICK ME!
I like it here, too, Star. (I know. I'm a pansy.) I like talking and contemplating things a bit more deep than the usual blog-fare. I am guilty of spreading fluff. You get deep without getting dramatic. You delve into things with thought and insight and when I come to your site, I feel like I must make a somewhat thoughtful comment or not say anything at all.
Well, except for BOX. That doesn't have to be so thoughtful.
yes. it is safer here.
Okay, I don't have anything to say about the Blaga, as this is the first blog of yours that I've read. But, I share many of your feelings about being more male than female in various aspects. One thing about the typical female that I find particularly difficult to tolerate is the "oooohh, isn't that sooo CUTE?!?" thing. I don't see the girlish appeal in going to craft stores with the objective of gushing over "adorable" useless pieces of fluff, and getting nearly orgasmic pleasure from knowing that I could make the same thing at home for much less money than the store is charging.
I just can't feel it.
Give me a beer and let's have some fun. Talk to me straight, and don't expect me to read ninety things into everything you say. 'Cause that's how I'm going to talk to you.
Great blog, by the way. I'm looking forward to reading more.
phew, people who don't even know about it. I will just stay here then!
hey sex, unrelated, it's peter's birthday!
Amber, deep and thoughtful comments? Hell, I like it when someone just says hi. I'm a comment whore.
Bongo... Speaking of whores...It is noon here... time for a little midday lovin' if you're available.
Christie... wanna be my new bestest girlfriend? I'm in the market.
This blueberry muffin is trying to kill me, uuugh.
Yeah Sex is the queen of meaningful posts without sounding all over emotional. She could also be the King too, if she wants. It's all semantics anyways.
This is a great post, Sex.
I totally agree with it. I am not a girlie girl and I get along so much better with the guys. I absolutely love your writing style.
thank you for all the compliments, guys. I pour my heart out here (this is probably the post closest to my insecure little heart that I've ever written) and you wrote back all this support. I'm humbled. I'm going to lift my chin and go drinkin' with the guys tonight. And then I'll come home and drunk post. If I remember to.
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