Being a girl

Tonight's agenda consists of drinking Chardonnay and watching Sex and the City. (Well, I'm not actually watching it now, I'm currently watching Pucca, but SaTC is definitely in the works for later.)

Later in the night I am sort of in the mood to wear the Feeldoe and jerk myself off before going to bed.

The point of telling you all of this is another one of those language arguments that I like to make where things do not necessarily have to be "girl" things vs. "boy" things. This applies even to those who don't identify as gender queer, gender fucked, or however you choose to phrase it. It also hinges on how much I dislike use of the word "but" as a conjunction when trying to clarify or excuse things. For example, "I'm not a girly girl, but..."

The whole thing is counterproductive. As the incomparable Brian Kinney says, "No apologies, no regrets." Trying to excuse or somehow explain away the things you like or the things you do based solely on your genitalia is a waste of everybody's time.

Attraction

One of the more frustrating things about having a blog is the fact that I am also therefore on the Internet and sometimes browse other websites. Other websites that will write articles that clearly articulate thoughts I myself have had. It's a product of the hive mind, it can't be helped.

This is one of those types of articles. The Good Men Project is also an awesome place in general, if you haven't checked it out before. I believe the link should be SFW, although there is what appears to be a shirtless, sweaty man picture. The article also does use the word "breast." Use your best discretion, folks. :p

Super serious blog entry ahead

Nah, not really.

Curves (see in glossary: gym in which I work out) was super late-90s high school dance today. Which got me thinking about the eternal argument: were you into 'N Sync or the Backstreet Boys? Even if you really didn't give two shits for either band (which was which camp I aligned myself with), you were stil culturally aware of both bands and still had a preference for one over the other.

Personally, I would have to go with 'N Sync. Although the members of BSB were clearly the panty melters, 'N Sync had much better music. If somebody held a gun to my head and told me I had to pick which album to listen to before I died, it's going to have to be No Strings Attached over Backstreet's Back. (I arbitrarily chose the second album for both bands, so don't be all "omg but Backstreet's first album was totally better." I'm not interested.)

Seriously. Sometimes on paydays I still internally sing this gem. (Also, check out those sweet ass Night at the Roxbury head moves at the beginning.)

"O face"

This weekend was ye ol' monthly gang bang, which is always a good time. This was the third one I've been to with the same group of people. Typically around 35 men to about 5 women. This time there were a lot of newbies, which is not necessarily a problem until the party actually started and I realized I had forgotten to mention the "o face." (I brought it up at the beginning of the second party only because it was irritating the first time I went to have to stop every time to assure everybody I was okay. More explanation to follow.)

When I cum, it tends to be fairly intense. When I have multiple orgasms (as sometimes happens when I have upwards of 5 men with their hands, cocks, and mouths all over me), it can sometimes get to the point where I look like I'm having a grand mal seizure. Think something a bit like this:

 
I seize up, I buck around, my back arches, I stop breathing sometimes, eyes roll, etc. etc. For those who are unacquainted with the way I orgasm, it can be kind of scary to witness.

I have at two different occasions actually passed out while having orgasms. Luckily both times were 1:1 type of situations, and were with men that I knew and trusted. The first time it happened I had no idea, but the second time I could sort of tell it was coming and was able to warn the guy (I do come back on my own, but it's just sort of a pleasure coma for a bit).

Obligatory Buck Angel name drop

I just found out today about his documentary: Sexing the Trans Man (NSFW, duh)

Although it may never come through on Netflix streaming, I'm intensely interested in seeing this one.