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    5/9/2009

    Someone Out Here Loves Me!!!

    Oh no! This can't be! Who would do such a thing and not want sexual favors in return? OOOPS...maybe I spoke too soon! Please read on and experience the mental orgasm I had from discovering/rediscovering how friendship via the ole blogosphere transcends time and distance.  I highly recommend you add the links below to your  list of "must reads".

    there's no place like home?
    "It's my mother blog. It's my sister blog. It's my mother and my sister blog."
     
    Okay, so I paraphrased a quote from Chinatown. Sue Me. I used it as an example of just how screwed up and fickle I am. After reaching the bottom of a very empty blogspot barrel and realizing I had nothing left to scrape, I did what I thought was necessary. I closed down and came back to my mother blog, hoping for some kind of renewal...a kind of blog barrel refilling, so to speak.
     
    Unfortunately, mother/home/blog no longer offered sweet repose on her ample bosom. The old gal had undergone plastic surgery, an extreme makeover, a rethinking of old values and decided sitting around waiting for an errant son was not her cup of Earl Grey. Stupid bitch was out partying.
     
    Not to mention, most of the kids I went to blog school with were no longer here. What I hoped would be a stay filled with the aroma of fresh baked bread and pies while visiting with good friends on the stoop, turned out to be disappointing. A post-it note on the fridge telling me to "throw a lean cuisine in the microwave if I got hungry" didn't quite have the warmth I was hoping for.
     
    So, I did what most ungrateful brats do in today's world. I left my blog a mess, hopped a boxcar, and hoped ma blog would clean up the place and put a candle in the window...for the time when I would grace the ol' gal with another visit when I was down and out...or in need of money.
     
    I returned to the newer place I had shuttered a few months earlier, reopened and decided Thomas Woolfe was correct. Bye, Bye Blog American Pie.
     
    Anyway, one of the reasons I had returned to Ma Blog in the first place was to reunite with my first blog love/kindred spirit, Red Kitten. She was the first person I met in blogland and I always felt a certain camaraderie that was warm and fuzzy from the get-go. She left the Spaces ship last year, and though I missed her and checked for her return often, I never did more than that. (I never claimed to be a good son or a good friend.) I always have good intentions, but...well, enough of my deficiencies.
     
    Point is, RK was gone and ol' ma blog was out doing her Thouroughly Modern Millie thing. What reason did I have to stay? Spaces still moved like compacted shit through a diseased colon and...
     
    Well, bust my buttons, Dorothy, Red Kitten has returned from the land of OZ. Of course, I'm somewhere else on the Yellow Brick Road, hawking home-made poppyseed bread and pastries, but it sure is nice to see her safe and sound in her own backyard. Now, if she would just ditch the blue gingham and pigtails.
     
    If, for some reason, someone stumbles upon this roadside stand, do yourself a favor (after buying a poppyseed brownie and an apple smoothie from yours truly) and head on over to Abnormally Normal People. Find out what truth in bloggertising is all about.
     
    Me? I'm At The Altar of My Ego if you're interested. I'll be the one sticking straw down my tin jockstrap in an effort to ease the pain of, you know, wearing a tin jockstrap (tin doesn't breathe, damnit).
    2/5/2006

    Let's Talk About Sex

    One morning a few days ago, The Lex and Terry Morning Show made me start thinking about sex and what part it plays in our intimate relationships, especially when two people are married. A caller had brought up the subject because her husband had allowed her to fulfill her fantasy by bringing another woman in for a threesome. Now, the husband thought it was time to fulfill his fantasy of being able to watch his wife have sex with a couple other men while he remains a non-participant. She felt uncomfortable about being “the center of attention“, but Lex and Terry felt it was only right to grant her husband the same pleasure that she had.

    I've known many couples who have had open relationships and always wondered how they transcended the jealousy aspect and didn't look at sex outside their relationship as cheating. The movie, Indecent Proposal came to mind and I wondered how true to life that scenario would be if any of us were faced wih an indecent proposal. Lex and Terry brought up the fact that most men have the ability to look at sex as just that. They claimed that men can love their wives, yet can see a hot chick and want to do her.  Sex with another woman could be a purely physical act with no remorse or guilt involved.  I totally understood his point and although monogamy is supposed to be the name of the game, what happens when two open-minded people, two like spirits happen to get together? Does monogamy take the place of the sexually freedom they once had because they are now "married" or do they make their own rules? I wonder how many people have happy, successful, lasting relationships who continue to explore sex outside the marriage.

    Most of us have our fantasies, but how many of the people who do have fantasies actually approach their mate with that fantasy or is it kept tucked away in the dark recesses of our minds to be pulled out for times of self-pleasure? How many people actually even discuss sex with their mate? I don't mean "oh honey, you're the best" type of stuff, but really discuss it. What happens when a man can't perform anymore? Does he hide the fact as long as he can by making his wife/mate feel like he no longer is interested? Does he say "Houston, we have a problem" or does he simply crash and burn?

    I feel sorry for the pressure that is put on men to perform and to perform well. I think if sex was looked at as being fun and meant to bring us pleasure, people would be more inclined to openly discuss it. If we couldn't eat or sleep or go to the bathroom, we'd seek out medical help in a hurry, but when it comes to sexual dysfunction, most people hide it for as long as they can. This goes doubly for all the women who have never had an orgasm. I've often wondered how many women have remained silent during their sexual encounters and have just let their partner assume he satisfied them. I wonder how many women would actually say "hey sweetheart, you aren't quite done yet". I know many men claim that they have a "ladies first" policy when it comes to sex, but how hard would they really keep trying if they had someone frigid? Would they stick with the person or would they seek relief elsewhere and eventually leave that person altogether?

    I wonder how many will leave their honest feelings regarding sex without the fear of being criticized. Come on all you HPOA's (Hot Piece Of Ass, pronounced "hip-po-a"), saucy tarts and love machines, let me hear what you have to say!