Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day
Single or not, gay or straight, young or old, I think we can all agree that this is a quality love song:
If you have a special someone, I hope that he/she is more attractive than Lisa/Johnny and that you have lots of rose-petal-covered sex tonight. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, you need to rent or buy Tommy Wiseau's 2003 classic film The Room as soon as possible. If you purchase it from the official movie website, he'll sign it for you! Trust me that this movie is the gift that keeps on giving.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Inner monologue: Sleeping with someone for the first time

No, not the sexy time part, the actual sleeping part. Or rather, the "sleeping part," since let's be real, the first time you share a bed with someone new, ain't nobody doing much sleeping. My inner monologue usually goes something like this:
1:04 a.m.: Wow, that was fun. Being naked is good times. And apparently, he likes to spoon -- score!
1:09 a.m.: I bet his arm is falling asleep but he's too polite to say anything. I should probably move or something. But then he might think I'm moving away because I don't like spooning. Dilemma!
1:27 a.m.: Now my arm is numb. Where the hell am I supposed to put this arm, anyway? Above my head? That will look weird and awkward. Is he asleep? How the hell did he manage to fall asleep?
2:02 a.m.: Well, there are entirely too many covers on this bed. I am hot. I wish I could kick the comforter off or at least free up a leg for air.
3:19 a.m.: Hey, I actually managed to drift off there for a while. But wait, I am sleeping in a really unflattering position. My hips must look huge from this angle, my breasts are sagging....need to adjust to look sexy and thin in case he wakes up and looks at me. It is crucial to be attractive, even in the repose of sleep.
3:20 a.m.: I must really be awake to have come up with the word "repose."
3:55 a.m.: A ha! I caught myself dozing off with my mouth open, which might have resulted in DROOLING or SNORING. Crisis averted.
4:02 a.m.: I wonder if his sheets are clean. I mean, they seem clean. But I wonder.
4:45 a.m.: Patrick Swayze really died before his time. I bet his widow is so sad.
4:58 a.m.: Ok, now I'm a little cold and all of the blankets have migrated to his side. I will burrow into his side for warmth.
4:59 a.m.: Oops, woke him up. My bad. Turning away again. Only foot contact for now.
5:11 a.m.: I really should attend one of those MoveOn.org neighborhood parties.
6:30 a.m.: Wish I had had the foresight to bring a glass of water to the bedroom. I'm mad thirsty.
7:00 a.m. Seriously? This is his alarm ringtone?
7:05 a.m.: Ah, the male morning erection -- should I acknowledge or ignore? That is the question.
7:25 a.m.: Acknowledged it. And now I'm late for work. Shit.
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Of course, I've taken some creative license here....I think it's great when you can finally settle down enough to really sleep next to someone. I tend to think the sleeping part is in some ways more intimate than the connecting-genitals part. Anyone else agree?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Showering Is Not Sexy
In intimate relationships, it is only a matter of time before one person suggests, "Why don't we take a shower together?"
In case I'm ever in bed with you, let me just be upfront about this: I do not shower well with others.
I know this makes me a weirdo. But the truth is, I'm not someone who loves the shower in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I shower daily, but I've never been the type who loves being in the shower and looks forward to showering and showers for as long as possible. I'm all business in the shower -- the business of getting myself clean.
If I have to shower with another person, suddenly a whole new element is introduced. I might need to make conversation in the shower, even if it's just "Can you pass the shampoo?" I will have to think about how I look in the shower and more specifically, do I look attractive to you, i.e. the person I've just been in bed with. That's a lot of stress. I don't think many people look sexy in the shower -- I don't think I do and no offense, but I probably won't think you do, either.
Here's what happens when you shower in a normal-sized shower with another person. No one wants to hog the water so there's an awkward back-and-forth shuffling. And you feel obligated to try to wash each other and try to make it sexy and romantic. The result is that NO ONE ACTUALLY GETS CLEAN, i.e. the entire purpose of the shower is lost.
And trying to have sex in the shower? Please, that is a logistical nightmare wherein variables like height and weight must be carefully considered before attempting.
My solution is what I call the Tag-Team Shower. Person #1 gets in, showers, and leaves the water on for person #2. There is maybe a moment or two of overlap in the bathroom. Both people get clean and get some alone time in the shower. Everyone wins.
Am I alone in this or does anyone agree with me here? Comment if you want to weigh in on this very important issue.
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