You will notice in my blogroll that I only have one site listed, Violent Acres.
I don’t always agree with what she has to say, but I still read her blog. I love that she is honest and willing to speak her mind. I love that she doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. As I grow I hope to become half the writer she is. If I had skin a fraction of the thickness of hers I would consider myself a better person.
I love this post about feminism ruining her sex-life. While I am not sure that I agree with her on the rape fantasy aspect of the post, I do agree with her on the domination overtones.
I may be a stay home mom but I have an equal partnership with my husband. Being a stay home mom does not make me inferior to my husband. That being said, it is nice to have a partner who can be aggressive in the bedroom. I don’t want him to be over-aggressive, so aggressive that once he orgasms I am forgotten. I love the roughness, the sweat, the bodies slapping, the labored breathing. As much as I love all of the above, how much fun would it be without the orgasms?
On the same note, sometimes I want to be in charge. Maybe I want to be the aggressor. I love that my husband is okay with that. Sometimes I just want him to lay back and enjoy while I set the pace.
Other times sex is just sex. It can be just about the orgasms. It doesn’t have to be about who is in charge, who is on top, or who finishes first. As long as we both orgasm does it really matter?
We went to a party this weekend, hosted by a person that works with The Duke. The party was at their house. When you have a party at your house do you clean first? How often do you scrub your toilets? Do you sit on your ass attached to your computer the entire time the guests are there?
All last week I wanted to cancel. Looking back I see that cancelling would have left me without blog fodder.
Ugh, the party was a huge bust from the start. We showed up at the specified time to discover that all of the other invitees were smarter than us and cancelled. Keep in mind that I had never met these people before. The wife proceeded to sit on her laptop playing a game the entire time we were there, except when she was playing pass the baby with her husband. I don’t think she ever spoke directly to me.
The husband was okay except he kept badgering The Duke to bring alcohol. You guessed it, they are younger and cannot yet buy alcohol legally. Had he wanted it to party and just have a good time then maybe we would have taken it, but no. He specifically wanted it to get his wife drunk so they could have “porn star sex”, basically he wants to try anal and she won’t let him while sober.
Their house was icky! I am not a neat freak, but I am not a slob either. Their carpet was vacuumed but the linoleum had not seen a mop in many moons. Their bathroom was hideous, as in a hover only zone. Ugh, a splash of bleach would have done wonders for the orangeness that is their toilet. My neat freak mother would have had a stroke.
Maybe we should invite them to our abode so they can see how real people live, spatter free floors and clean toilets.
