[Jan. 4 2010 -- Odd thing just happened. This post disappeared from WordPress so I'm reposting it. Apologies to all of you who already read it and commented. I'll try to find the comments too.] And 2009 is….. outa here!! Enter 2010! Not to slag on ‘09 or anything, but damn! But before I get [...]
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More, more, more!!!… 2009 into 2010
Posted in Body image, Death, Family, Friendship, Happiness, Liberty, Life, Marriage, Uncategorized, Weight on January 4, 2010 | 1 Comment »
You’ve come a long way, baby…..
Posted in Body image, Happiness, Life, Marriage, Sex, Uncategorized, Weight, tagged Fat, weight loss success on October 3, 2009 | 7 Comments »
So I’m standing around the Maitland Art Center chatting with one of the fabulous artists, whose new show, Confluence, I’m thoroughly enjoying, when a woman approached us. “Excuse me. I’m Jane Patteson with the Orlando Sentinel and I have a fashion column. I couldn’t help noticing how stylish you are and would like to take a [...]
Sugar and spice and everything… well… maybe not everything…
Posted in Friendship, Happiness, Liberty, Life, Marriage, Uncategorized, tagged acceptable femininity, gender roles, like a man, masculine vs. feminine on September 26, 2009 | 5 Comments »
So I’m walking out the back door heading out for my standard, daily bike ride when I notice I’m doing my “jock walk,” — my thighs roll out from the hip joint slightly, making my stride a little wider; my weight seems to rest more forward in my hips and there is a swagger, but [...]
Compersion: Love, love, love…
Posted in Friendship, Happiness, Life, Marriage, Sex, Uncategorized, Weight, tagged acceptance, Compersion, Happiness, joy, love of others, love of self, parental approval, romantic love, search for happiness on September 15, 2009 | 10 Comments »
Most of you are well aware that I am, in fact, a word nerd. I like the way words sound. I like to understand their meaning. “Semantic” arguments are worth having. Understanding yourself and the world a little better is a result of studying words. So I was pleased and delighted to come across a word [...]
The soggy road to happiness…
Posted in Death, Friendship, Happiness, Liberty, Life, Marriage, Motorcycles, Uncategorized, tagged choices, danger, Happiness, Liberty, life and death, morons, Motorcycling on June 8, 2009 | 2 Comments »
“What? You two are just gonna pussy out?” the guy asks, revving his Harley and backing out of his parking spot in front of the bar we’ve been huddling in for the last hour or so. Mike and I, and the rest of our party, are soaked to the skin. Not just soaked; flooded, drenched, [...]
What the hell is wrong with these people?
Posted in Body image, Family, Friendship, Happiness, Liberty, Marriage, Naturism, tagged Body image, Happiness, Life, Marriage, Naturism on May 19, 2009 | 4 Comments »
So… it’s been quite an unremarkable weekend; except for the nakedness. And the people. If you haven’t already done so, I highly recommend you bring yourself up to speed. I explained the impetus for this little get-a-way in The good fight… . Twenty-four hours into my adventure, I posted Not perfect, but good… where I [...]
In this corner, deception and denial…
Posted in Family, Happiness, Liberty, Life, Marriage, Sex, Uncategorized, tagged Family, Happiness, Life, Marriage on April 5, 2009 | 2 Comments »
“If I ever walked into a room and saw someone fucking my wife, I’d kill ‘im,” the host said emphatically. At first blush, the bold statement appears at once bizarre and obvious. What husband wouldn’t want to kill a man he witnessed in intimate congress with his spouse, but what on earth would compel him to say so at a suburban supper [...]
Plain vanilla with some coconut on top…..
Posted in Happiness, Marriage, tagged Happiness, Marriage on March 6, 2009 | 6 Comments »
“Do you think I’m a Dom or a Sub?” I ambush my completely unsuspecting husband in the kitchen.
“What?” he replies, eyes glued on the task at hand as he adds a little white wine to the gently simmering pork chops.
“My basic personality. Dominant or submissive?” I persist as I take a piece of broccoli from the steamer and lean against the counter, completely ignoring a sink full of dirty dishes.