I'm going to have to bore you with some sexuality related social frustration. So some politician was sexting with other women behind his wife's back while she was off being internationally politically influential. A friend posted an article about this, and I made a comment that it as pretty sad they are such an ill-fitting couple. He obviously needs someone who can spend all day sending him sexy messages and generally boosting his ego. His wife needs someone who is not involved in politics and generally more discreet than this guy seems to be. That these two ended up married just goes to show how far our society is from being honest with ourselves and each other when discussing relationships.
Apparently suggesting that a certain man might benefit from a woman who wants the role of traditional wife is offensive. It seems to be popular to to make any indiscretion equal in severity than any other. That your relationship guidelines must be the same guidelines as every public figure. That a husband sexting someone other than his wife is sexual harassment, even if the other woman willingly participated. When did infidelity become the same as harassment? When did every issue of infidelity mean that the man is basically evil? And why?
Although it is an over-simplification, if you give a man what he needs, he won't go looking for it somewhere else. Not always true, and all women can provide the needs for all men. Some things can not be repressed, but should be embraced inside a healthy loving relationship. Being married to a woman and having kids is not suddenly going to turn a gay man strait. In the same way, marrying a powerful woman who is often out of town is not going to take away one man's need to be constantly told how sexy he is. No cheating is the same as any other. Blame doesn't attach, but neither should unfeeling judgment.
Being placed as I am, I come by many stories. Stories of infidelity. Stories of alternative rules for fidelity. Stories of growth and development--both kept happily inside a relationship and bringing relationships to an end. As far as I'm concerned, no blame attaches. What's the point of blame? It doesn't make anyone happy and doesn't bring about a mutually beneficial resolution. Probably personal stories come to me because I don't get worked up by them.
I wonder if these women that are so disturbed by male sexuality would have a problem with this blog. Certainly this blog could be considered trying to sext with the world. I have sex. I write about sucking cock. I admit to having fantasies about a celebrity. I admit to wanting to stir up desire. I also call myself a housewife and am proud of this choice. I'm turned on by giving my knight what he needs. I'm not offended that your choices are different. That you look for something else in a relationship. If my choices make you "throw up a little bit in my mouth", then you can Kiss My Ass. After you've rinsed your mouth out, of course.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Blame me for robbing Peter
Is healthy sex a contraption? Then I guess the problem is loneliness?
I've always felt like a bad person with good intentions. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. I've at least shed the guilt from being selfish by the truth of my love. I love my husband. I really love him. My knight.
Recently we endured a frustrating house guest situation. I am selfish. I expect house guests to help. I add up the cost of water for every bath they take. I am not a good person. I only have good intentions.
There can't be two good people in one couple. One person has to accept the good intentions of the other without judgment of past. I went to see XMen by myself last Friday. Despite drinking a couple strait vodkas before heading into the theatre, I was sober by the end. (Call me spoiled by Alamo Drafthouse) I came out strutting. What is it about being different that makes me feel mutant? What is it about an XMen movie that makes me feel proud to be mutant? To feel wrong? I don't know. But I felt strongly that added to the cockiness I always felt was self assurance.
The difference between just cockiness and cockiness + self assurance: In the past I would strut wearing tight, revealing clothing feeling pretty sure that men watched me because I knew I was good. Now I strut because. If men are watching me, I may notice and I may not. If I do notice, it is obviously because I am everything. If, by some absurdity, someone is watching me NOT in awe, they are in awe in my mind. In my mind, my strut draws all attraction. Then I spill all that attraction onto my knight. Maybe not needing another outlet creates the self assurance. Who cares?
After my recent growth in core strength, and being fully satisfied in one position, I wanted to try my skills in another. My knight has fucked me kneeling against a wall many times. Could I free-kneel and make him come? Could I take the thrust without support? The answer is yes. I can. It was good.
Is feeling this way a reaction to years of heartbreak? Making sense of it all takes a whole lot of concentration. I do love. So Much. Is that the cause of this sex drive, or just to prove myself better. Either way, we are happy, even if it takes me strutting a bit and nights alone. Even if my good intentions pave my road to Hell. If I can inspire healthy married sex lives for my friends and children, my life has meaning. Whatever the cause, the effect can be good.
I've always felt like a bad person with good intentions. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. I've at least shed the guilt from being selfish by the truth of my love. I love my husband. I really love him. My knight.
Recently we endured a frustrating house guest situation. I am selfish. I expect house guests to help. I add up the cost of water for every bath they take. I am not a good person. I only have good intentions.
There can't be two good people in one couple. One person has to accept the good intentions of the other without judgment of past. I went to see XMen by myself last Friday. Despite drinking a couple strait vodkas before heading into the theatre, I was sober by the end. (Call me spoiled by Alamo Drafthouse) I came out strutting. What is it about being different that makes me feel mutant? What is it about an XMen movie that makes me feel proud to be mutant? To feel wrong? I don't know. But I felt strongly that added to the cockiness I always felt was self assurance.
The difference between just cockiness and cockiness + self assurance: In the past I would strut wearing tight, revealing clothing feeling pretty sure that men watched me because I knew I was good. Now I strut because. If men are watching me, I may notice and I may not. If I do notice, it is obviously because I am everything. If, by some absurdity, someone is watching me NOT in awe, they are in awe in my mind. In my mind, my strut draws all attraction. Then I spill all that attraction onto my knight. Maybe not needing another outlet creates the self assurance. Who cares?
After my recent growth in core strength, and being fully satisfied in one position, I wanted to try my skills in another. My knight has fucked me kneeling against a wall many times. Could I free-kneel and make him come? Could I take the thrust without support? The answer is yes. I can. It was good.
Is feeling this way a reaction to years of heartbreak? Making sense of it all takes a whole lot of concentration. I do love. So Much. Is that the cause of this sex drive, or just to prove myself better. Either way, we are happy, even if it takes me strutting a bit and nights alone. Even if my good intentions pave my road to Hell. If I can inspire healthy married sex lives for my friends and children, my life has meaning. Whatever the cause, the effect can be good.
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