I don't THINK I've asked this before - what influenced your choice of name for your daughter?
Means "dream" in Irish Gaelic. Put it together...
...please don't ask me just what i think...
...trust me you don't want to know...
Means "dream" in Irish Gaelic. Put it together...
Yeah. Two... one when I was a teenager, long before the internet version or whatever. The other was while I was in college.
The first one was a guy who lived in the neighborhood; my dad made him go away when I finally told him what was going on... small hint: do NOT fuck with the Viet Nam veteran's kids.
The second... was my ex, le sigh.
Nah. I'll take whatever shows up, whether it merits a real answer or a mocking...
It's sort of a non-event, usually we get together with my moms and it's a day out with "two grandmas" instead.
Scotland/Ireland. I wanna go back so bad it hurts.
We swap off; I have celiac disease so if it's something I'm going to be eating it's a whole different set of issues than if it's just for the other two; he tends to do more of the general cooking simply because I don't eat much in the first place.
Five cats, two dogs, and a bunny. Also several houseplants which sort of count as pets...
No. I'm terrifyingly monogamous. Scorpio thing. Either we can't be faithful at all, or we lock onto one person and never look away again.
1. No kid around.
2. NO FOOD. Uggghhhh.
3. No pets around. Nothing like suddenly having a cat on your back.... :x
aaw... wish you'd come back to LJ, then...
Reversing the brain injury. I could live with the back pain and everything else, but I'd like the mental function I lost back more than anything else.
it's not quack that bothers me.. it's that hissing wheezing THING he did... the goddamn thing legit sounded like vader on a bad day...
and yeah, my hair in that era? blame Bono.
In-joke with a friend... it's hard to explain... has to do with a psychotic duck my motherinlaw owned for several years, the thing was demon posessed, I'm not even kidding, he chased a priest out of their driveway hissing and screaming... yeah.
Terrifyingly, yes, sort of. Spiked on top, long in the back, shaved sides. IT WAS 1987 OKAY DON'T JUDGE ME.
.....lol XD
LOL, where I live, the town itself there's nothing to see but a dinky little New England farm town, but as far as Boston proper or the state? Ooohhh.. Museums, clubs, the Arboretum, the state parks, the beaches, PROVINCETOWN <333333333
well.. I'm monogamous so it's something of a moot point, but I used to call myself omnisexual; just in that I'm attracted to a person for who they are, not their bits.
I know way too many transfolk - and well, being genderqueer myself affects this - to base attraction solely on what I think someone's packing in their shorts.
and to address the specific question, I can certainly appreciate a gorgeous woman and I tell my female friends they're hawt, but I can't think of any I'd want that way. I don't know if that would be different if I wasn't in the relationship I'm in.
Well, I didn't actually use it, but my ex once wanted to use freaking BACON GREASE and I was just ....okay I can't even get it up OR unclench anymore now, go the fuck away.....
I was -so- grossed out. UGH.
LOL, thank you :3 Bit more narrow of an audience tho, ne?
Not to my knowledge, although there was one incident out in a field when a small private plane flew overhead... :x
next to zero experience there. and to address the usual cliche, from what I know it can take a fair bit of convincing to get a straight guy to let you stick a finger up his ass, nevermind you yourself knowing what do do once you're in there; otherwise it's about as "intimate" as a medical exam. and for all that, he may discover he's amongst the part of the male population that just doesn't get much enjoyment from prostate stim, or may actively dislike it.
but no matter who you are and who you're with, you need to remember the mind is as important as any other body part as far as having awesome sex goes, and possibly the trickiest to stimulate properly, but as the saying goes.. get the mind going and the rest will follow.
No food where sex is concerned, full stop. Just.. ick.
Like, I won't often read anything tagged 'food play', it just grosses me out.
Whipped cream... well for one it sometimes has sugar in it, and that's a MAJOR no for me; as for elements of lube I have no idea on that, there's certainly neither petrolatum or silicone in it and those are your two fundamental choices...
Rule 2: No food.
There are others, but not many.
Rule 2: No food.
There are others, but not many.
Mmm... There's already one with my favorite "pet pairing" in the works out there, and I'm working on a few myself, but I'd still looooove to see more TH/AFI crossover work in general out there. Though I realize that's hard when someone isn't familiar with the band... Um.
Aside of that... given recent ranting, someday I'd really like to see a BDSM story done well, true to the actual lifestyle.
very, it's incredibly frustrating at times to have to operate on a "saying nothing means everything's fine" mentality when you really could use a little reassuring.
+ Once they decide they're there for you, they are; like a fucking rock, like crazy glue, like concrete. Dedication unmatched.
- The self-absorption can be a bit much at times. They forget to unwrap from themselves once in awhile and realize other people have feelings and opinions, which are different from theirs. They can be incredibly wrapped up in themselves and not even realize it; it's just how they are.
+ They don't surprise you much; they're fairly predictable and reliable in how they'll react and respond to things.
- Very stuck in their ways; "hidebound" as some put it, and doing something any other way than theirs is the wrong way.
All of this is heavily influenced by rising sign, mind you, like any sun sign characteristic; for example, in my case I'm dealing with a double dose of stubbornness because not only is there the Virgo "MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY" he's Taurus rising... urf.
I do his hair when he's gotta look good for work, if that's what you mean... but we've never been much for the cutesy stuff. A Virgo and a Scorpio... not so much.
Plain white-gold band, engraved on the inside with the date and our initials.
We were both proletarians when we got married, and we're both strongly against the use of blood diamonds. So something with gems in it was neither practical nor desired. Not to mention we didn't have a lot of money.
So they are plain, yes, just simple white gold. But I love what they stand for.
We're hoping to have enough spare cash to add a small titanium band for our 15th anniversary. We'd meant to do it for our 10th but the money wasn't there.
Lies, all lies.
Refer to a few questions below, where I stated I don't NEED to jerk off... yeah. I'm all set, trust me.
Has to do with putting the work into your marriage... don't take for granted that the spark stays lit. You have to keep it alive somehow. It's hard work sometimes, not gonna lie. You have to be mindful. Make time for each other. A million little things rather than a few big ones makes all the difference, even if it's just a butt squeeze when he gets home and mentioning the fit of his jeans is rather nice... we'll be together sixteen years in August; that doesn't happen all by itself.
it seriously is.. I'm allergic to it, found that out the fun way when I bought something that had it in it by accident... AUGH.
Lesson: READ THE FUCKING LABEL.
honestly, anything silicone based and without nonoxynol-9 is a good thing.
though there are some fancier ones out there I do indulge in when I can get/afford them.
I do dig the whole dark-sexy vibe we can get going.
The obsessiveness and perfectionism... gets to be a downer after awhile.
sure... xcept it's moot because right now my boxes of comic books are piled in front of it...
That all depends entirely on what you're doing and for how long...
If you don't have to worry about condoms possibly degrading, your options are a lot broader.
NOT SOAP. EVER. OH GOD OW. It seems like a good idea at the time, if you're in the shower, but you will SO regret it later.
Same with moisturizing lotion type things. Fine for whacking off.. not so much for anything else.
Nothing with any kind of sugar, glucose, whatever in it. BAD idea. You see this in some massage oils, especially the 'edible' types... this is more of an issue if you're uncut, though it can be bad for your arse as well. Sugar breeds candida infections.
Getting a yeast infection under the foreskin is a hideous experience; happened to my brother, which he'd caught from his GF at the time and was too embarrassed to go to our dad about it... big brother to the rescue. Oiyyy.
Olive oil, any other vegetable based oils can work in a pinch; Crisco is the classic bathhouse cliche.
I personally wouldn't use butter or anything else animal-based, never have, so I couldn't tell you if it'd work. It sounds really awful though.
Well, back in the day, the bathhouses used to keep cans of Crisco around...
When you don't have to worry about condoms your options suddenly broaden, at least in a time like that.
However, Rule 2 still stands.
because doing so would 1) not help the women i was there to protect and 2) I'm not going to sink to their level.
well obviously the latter is by far worse... but one gets creative in times of need, you know? nice thing about being sixteen years monogamous..
Depends what kind of duck...
one of those Muscovy motherfuckers? KILL IT WITH FIRE KILL IT KILL IT KILL KILL KILL AAAIIEEEE...
uhm. yeah. Otherwise, wonder how in hell there's a duck looking through my bedroom window when we're on the second floor...
Running out of lube.
I have worked as a volunteer at women's clinics as part of the security crew during those idiotic protests; these are people who would physically try to stop those women from going into the clinic and I was between them, and taken my share of shoves and punches for it; does that count?
I can and have stepped in to stop assaults in the past; been a long time but I'd do it again if I had to.
Cats used to, til one of em went on a peeing spree; now they're banned.
It's hard to describe properly.. if it's a really bad hit, you end up curled up in a ball, lying on the ground, nauseated as hell.. it's just this horrid feeling in the bottom of the gut that lingers for awhile. It sort of streaks up into your gut and you just have to kind of stay very still for a bit.
Ending up swollen after is no good either, lemme tell you. Sitting. Very. Carefully.