The Pursuit of Symbolic Purity

August 17th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Growing Up, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

I have been reading Time Magazine for almost 20 years. Sure the format has dumbed down in the past 10 years making more room for bite size news à la USA Today but it’s still my main source of long form written information. Every issue brings something surprising and thought provoking. I have loved the recent profiles of Bill Gates, Mark Twain and Nelson Mandela.

I just got around to reading The Pursuit of Putity (July 17th.) On the Time.com website the article is titled The Pursuit Of Teen Girl Purity. Maybe Time.com employs CNN’s sex keyword combination SEO expert.

This article is very interesting and my favorite quote is from one of the fathers at a ball covered by the reporter, his name is David Diefenderfer.

“I never planned to have nine children by seven women”

This phrase opens a huge can of WTF!?!1! How can you not plan to have 9 children by 7 women. While it’s certainly not as hard to get 7 women pregnant 9 times as birthing and raising 9 children, it still takes some involvement. Thirty eight years ago, this man had sex with a virgin who immediately got pregnant. This unplanned event produced his oldest daughter, Juliet, who is also quoted in the article. Juliet and I have much in common being the result of unplanned parenthood.

I truly feel that if teenagers got comprehensive education on sex AND sexuality AND adulthood they would most likely make the right choices for themselves. Sex is an unfair burden for teenagers and young adults so making a purity pledge is not a bad idea in itself but it falls into this proven inefficient system of “abstinence”. It’s like saying “promise me you wont have sex until marriage so I don’t have to go through the uncomfortable step of teaching you about life”.

If I can divulge a big secret about sex here is that it pretty much sucks until you get good at it or find someone decent to do it with. This will most likely not happen until you are in your twenties or later.

Sex is a long term investment however it has a lot of risks attached to it making it a bad use of your time, espescially when you are a teen. Sex is an important part of life and my recommendation to abstain from having sex when you are a teen has absolutely no relation to religion or morality and everything to do with long term life strategy.

The other secret is that not everyone is doing it. I have had sex with virgin guys (from late teens to early thirties) over the past 20 years. What I have noticed is that the longer a guy waits to have sex, the better his satisfaction is with the resulting “sex life” (and I draw from my conversations with guys in general because I do like to ask those kinds of questions!) I have also chatted with guys who are around 20 and think it is scandalous that they are still a virgin. What they think is unusual is actually quite normal. Plus it only means that once they find that awesome person to have sex with it will likely be much more satisfying.

I have also known someone who was promiscuous as a teen and developed a huge amount of guilt and hang ups about sex. It was as if he did not understand sexuality beyond the use of his genitals. He never talked about sex other than to criticize or judge and would be too self-conscious or ashamed to dare plan sex in the future. Then he would suddenly want to have sex at the most inopportune time completely unprepared! This is how he got his girlfriend pregnant when he was 17. I wonder if he will have 9 children by 7 women.

And because I quote a guy out of context above, I am reprinting the whole passage from the article so you can enjoy it as well.

Out on the terrace under an almost moon, the black swans have vanished into the lake. David Diefenderfer has slipped outside for a cigarette; he’s a leathery South Dakotan in a big black cowboy hat, and he hands over his card. HAVE GUN, WILL TRAVEL: BREEDER SERVICE, it says, with a picture of a syringe. He’s in the cattle-reproduction business. He’s also the father of nine children by seven women.

Three of his daughters are with him tonight, including 10-year-old Taylor. I asked what purity means to her. “I don’t really know,” she says, and she’s shy about talking about all this. “But it means you make a promise to your dad to be a virgin until you are married and not have a lot of boyfriends.”

That’s what her oldest half sister Juliet was taught as well; she remembers hearing how her mother got pregnant the very first time she had sex. Juliet is now 37 and has come from Reno, Nev., where she works for Microsoft Licensing. She has watched the evening unfold with some skepticism. “I think I’m finding I’m more of a feminist than I thought,” she says with a sly smile. “I had a hard time there hearing about ‘rescuing’ our girls. I was brought up to be a strong woman. Why would I need rescuing?” It’s the boys who she thinks need help these days. “It’s great for girls to have a Cinderella night with Dad, but families still need a good strong father role model,” she says. The role-model question is tender for her. “I didn’t have that–no offense, Dad,” she says, and then she looks hard at him. “But my siblings do. He really stepped up to the plate. He’s a great dad now. I say that with a tinge of jealousy. I’m not afraid to admit it.”

Her father hopes his kids will learn from his mistakes. “I never planned to have nine children by seven women,” he says. “I believe it’s necessary to instill a set of values, give them tools to make good decisions.” But he won’t be there to help. Juliet explains when he goes back inside the ballroom to catch up to the younger girls: “We’re sort of here on borrowed time,” she says. David Diefenderfer has Stage 4 inoperable lung cancer; they figure tonight is something of a gift. “He won’t be at their wedding,” Juliet says, looking into the glowing room, “but they can look back and remember the dance they had tonight.”

From The Pursuit of Teen Girl Purity, Nancy Gibbs, Time Magazine, July 17, 2008.

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Katy Perry Kissed a Girl and Now I Have to Explain Lesbians to my Daughter

August 12th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Chicks, LGBT, Music, Sexuality, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

This might seem like a simple thing to do and it’s pretty strange that the subject hasn’t come up yet. So mommy should say: “So some girls like girls and they are called Lesbians!” End of story.

However, what happens when my daughter meets my dozen girlfriends and identifies them as lesbians. Will they bite her head off like they bite mine off when I ever utter the “L” word? My friends who would identify as lesbians are actually in the closet (one even to ME!) and all others identify as something else. They are “Queer” or some other term I suspect they may have made up like “hottiesexual” (all fun terms to mean bisexual.) For the most part I do not want to get into what each one of these terms means to a 7-year old who fast forwards through the kissing in High School Musical.

My only bisexual girlfriend whom I “really” like, and my daughter met once, decided to be a dude so I already explained the situation to my daughter. This is a way more complicated subject that I take to heart because it took me 20 years of pondering to understand what gender is and is not.

My daughter may not remember it but she has a girlfriend who likes to kiss girls (who’s married mom keeps hitting on me) however they have moved to the US. Originally I was annoyed that she would go around kissing the other girls, including mine, because of germs but then let it go.

But even then, someone who kissed a girl and liked it is not exactly a lesbian or even bisexual for that matter!

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Make Up Your Mind Girl LOL

July 20th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Dudes, Online life, Politics, Spied Online, Unexpected Sex 1 Comment »

I thought this video was cute. It is two guys kissing after being prodded or dared by their friends. If they were girls it would be soooo 1999.

The last comment in my cap is priceless. Sure homosexuality is wrong in your head, but in your pants it’s oh so right!

And yes for the record I love to watch guys kissing but in RL, not so much on video.

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On good boys and craaazy bitches…

May 18th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Chicks, Dating, Dudes, Relationships, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

Detail’s Blog takes on Crazy Chicks. Yes, guys do like crazy girls and I don’t say that because I am crazy but because I like to observe.

There is no bigger heartbreak than to invest months of “getting-to-know-you” time into the most jaw-dropping sexy geeky perfect guy ever and watch the crazy girl waltz in, fuck him and talk her way into his apartment within a month. And then it’s heartbreaking again when you hear the smidge of regret in his voice a week later. Then it’s even more heartbreaking to hear her give me this advice: “Well if you like them you better move in and fuck them else you’ll be stuck in the friend zone forever!” Next time I am in her presence I will bring ear plugs because she always manages to say things that are deeply insulting to me. I have given up on him because according to BF#1 the chances of him breaking up with her are slim because he is the kind of guy who is loyal and always wants to do the right thing. (In poly-world I could aspire to being GF#2 but since GF#1 values spontaneous fucking around and devalues his preference for <gesticular quoting>relationships</gesticular quoting>, that would just make my head explode.)

Sigh…

It’s not like this has never happened before. In 1991, I was on the verge of getting back together with my high school sweetheart but the girl he had recently dated threatened to kill herself. Heck, I can’t compete with that kind of crazy! I always bow out of those challenges, turn around and walk away briskly.

I take a very long time to get to know a guy just for that reason. I cannot afford to be with someone who is weak in the presence of a crazy girl but to a certain extent, all guys are. More on that later.

Right now I have my sight set on a guy I totally fell for at first sight over 18 months ago. I have never made a move on him but I observe from afar and read between the lines of his Facebook statuses. Nope, none of them contain any secret messages to me unless of course he mentions me by name LOL I’ve never felt that I had to make a move on him because I know I will run into him again. It would help though if I went to see his shows instead of going to bed at 8pm on Saturday night! Alright, I have missed all the events I am supposed to run into him! He is a fuckin’ Rock star with fans galore but comes off as reserved and not at all promiscuous. I don’t think he has any idea how awesome I think he is and even if he did, he would lump my interest in with the adulation that he gets from the hundreds of suicide girls (and gay men) who send him Xs and Os everyday. Through my patience and attention to his career I have found myself working with the Rock star in him. Though I must admit when I have to deal with the Rock star I filter it out and I observe the traditional small town Catholic boy raised with military precision. I think that represents 75% of who he is but I have to admit that I admire him for breaking so far out of that mold and making himself into an extravagant celebrity. I know I am making assumptions based on what he does, says or writes but consider that what a man does speaks volumes about his character… It is 1000% more indicative of who he is compared to let’s say… what he might say about himself on a first date!

The only reservation I would have about being with him is that he would not be my first famous or incredibly popular acolyte and it’s really hard to get quiet time with someone like that. There is always someone who calls, interrupts our conversations, stops them at street corners or starts screaming in the near vicinity of my ears (ouch!) Through all of this I know that there is 99% chance that one of the many, many, many profusely tattooed, pierced and pink-haired extravagant beauties he sees everyday will come in and swoop him off his feet before I even get to our first face-to-face sit down chat. I expect that chat to happen in the near future but that will probably be too late. For that I am not getting my hopes up.

You know, the last time I was so incredibly enamored with a boy, I found out that he had a secret crush on me… 6 years later! I have had countless long-term relationships based on an early connection like this hence why I am like “Well if it’s meant to be it’s meant to be” about it. I like to celebrate knowing somebody who is worth getting all excited about. I only meet one crush-worthy person each year, I better make the most of it! These are people I instantly absolutely adore and none of them (in 20 years) have ever turned out to be assholes so I must be a good judge of character.

Let’s go back 4 years.

- 2004: My Scottish Boy (BF #2) I love him so!
- 2005: Boyfriend #3 (now-ex) AND the girl-friend that is becoming the boy-friend
- 2006: The blow-job worthy sys admin
- 2007: The subject of most of this entry who’s nickname will either become “My Sweetheart” or “That Guy who Thinks I’m His Crazy Stalker”. Time will tell.

(Before 2004 I was in two back-to-back long term monogamous relationships lasting almost 12 years.)

I am very patient and my patience has served me right over the years. I have two partners who are secure and I trust that they will not put their life (or mine) in danger because of some crazy bitch. Okay perhaps I am editing the news here… One of them was temporarily distracted by a self-serving bitch on the rebound and bent on revenge but he still maintains she is not a bitch. She broke his heart and dumped him for the first guy that came along and luckily she is now locked away in marriage and into the dream-house her husband can’t really afford. I had correctly calculated that it would cost me about 3 months of time away from my sweetie (kudos on me telling my girlfriend how it would go down and being right) But I also lost another 6 months because he was sorry and hiding in shame. (If you read this sweetie I hope you know that I will never interfere, I trust that you can learn to protect yourself and that the next one will be “The One”. I am more worried about you when you go on your crazy extreme sports trips in the middle of nowhere and I pray that nobody dies on this one!!!)

After 4 years of thinking about who I am today and what I want out of life I am open to having a primary partner. That is someone I live with and love through encouragement, kinky sex and good cooking. Even though I am far away from being financially secure, I already have the house in the suburbs and the most fantastic daughter (as voted on by most other parents in a 4 mile radius!) My biological clock is not ticking even though I wish I could be a doting auntie to my two (soon to be three) nieces in Quebec City. I am not looking for some guy to complete me or take me shopping. The only consideration I have is for character and the other things I think all men should strive to accomplish (Yummyness, blow-job worthyness and mad skillz.) I am simply looking for someone who loves me, accept me the way I am and encourage me in my odd complicated pass-times.

Part of the reason I will not make the first move is because I want to be with someone who really wants to be with me and will make an effort. But as I wrote in my last post: He must be well-informed as to what he is getting into. My #1 crush knows me professionally now. As far as I am concerned, I am still in the “doesn’t know I exist” category.

Why am I complex? I am 75% Martha Stewart, 25% Nina Hartley and overjoyed when I encounter a guy who is astute enough and confident enough to call me on it.

Unfortunately a lot of guys my age are into young crazy girls who brings excitement and chaos into their boring life. The Internet appears to be how they find tons of those if I judge from the online dating landscape. Yet most will admit (and I do ask!) that they know they are shopping at Bitches’R'Us. There they find a semblance of excitement and lots of grief and walk away still hungry. But these guys cannot take the non-crazy that I bring to the table. I don’t do crazy things “in the name of love” and that comes of as cold to a guy who needs validation.

Heck, I am not immune to suicide boys myself. I cannot tell you how many times I have told The Paper Boy that I fear my friends and lovers will discredit me for years for sticking with him through all the grief he put me through. Our relationship is the most drama-filled 18 months I have ever had. A lot of it is not directly his fault though, it was a few people around him who stir the pot and get on my last nerve with their drama. The silver lining to it is that I appear to have set him straight and he is profusely thankful for it. I am being unfair by lumping an immature teenage boy with possibly insane crazy girls (who are adults.)

I do not admire a guy who lets a girl walk all over him. Those things include not letting him see his friends alone (removing the support group), dictate how he spends his money (financial control), yell hysterically over everything (make him think he has done something wrong and must apologize again) and worse yet, fake pregnancies and break all his shit.

The only way to redeem yourself in my eyes after that is to learn from it and become crazy-bitch-fortified.

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On Yummy Hotties

May 16th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Dudes, Relationships, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

I just found out that this yummy hottie I have been chatting with online for 8 months is Lebanese. I just about never chat online with random guys off the Internet. He is the only guy in my MSN who is not a friend, family member or colleague. A is 25 and trying to make his case to be my boyfriend. I find that amusing and charming. So he’s definitely younger than what I want and I have mentioned it many times over. He also knows that I already have two lovers that I adore.

Yesterday he wanted to go out and be spontaneous. I didn’t. I thought it was the most adorable thing though… he fantasizes about doing something spontaneous! Spontaneous makes the heart rate rise for sure. I think he just wants to have spontaneous sex. Just a few weeks ago I was reminiscing with my lover about a spontaneous encounter in a men’s restroom that could have ended in a very public humiliation… for him. Ranks up there as the most outrageous/stupid/dangerous thing I have ever done. But is was fun, mainly because it was in a very nice clean and posh men’s restroom!

So back to A. You know there is something quite alluring about those Lebanese boys. They are Arabic but never overbearing because they are good Catholic boys. I have been this close but have never sunk my teeth into one. Sigh…

The first one, I befriended in college. He was tall, had model features and talked with an accent. He fucked my roommate. I was the only one who knew he was gay. We were in a small Catholic college run by nuns, it was 1988 and guys didn’t wear their GAY like they do today. He was always very lovey-dovey with me and all the girls hated me for it. They never really bought that we were not an item. OMG maybe I was his beard LOL

Second one I worked with. I spotted him in the temp pool and immediately hired him. He is incredibly talented, driven and has stellar work ethics. He was only 21. We worked well together, we worked A LOT. Once, after work, at 2am, he asked me out and I was all like “are you fuckin’ crazy I’m going to bed!” Months later, I did take him out to the movies. We saw “A Dirty Shame”. Yeah… this movie sparks some great conversations! It was a great evening.

Now there’s this 25 year-old engineering student hottie with the soulful eyes just pushing his wares on me… I’ve had plenty of Mediterranean boys but it never sticks. They are usually un-inked, un-pierced and un-cut. I must admit this is incredibly exotic for a small-town French Canadian girl like me but I know we don’t mesh. Probably a cultural thing. From what I can tell A is a very good Catholic boy. I know that the better a boy he is, the more he is dying to do some crazy exciting things. I know I can give him that because I operate in an environment where the sky is the limit. I can make anything happen and each experience is planned to the last detail to leave no scars, consequences or drama. It only seems spontaneous to the guy because in my head I considered every detail long ago.

So on the face of it I should say “No thank you!” but here’s the thing.

Guys who are in highly technical and demanding programs are under-fucked (Okay, so every young guy feels sadly under-fucked but I know whether they really are or not!) “A” deserves some fun!

I still think he lacks all the info to make a decision about associating with me. He has no idea about the kind of parties I take my boys to. He would be very surprised at the lustful attention he would get from my girlfriends (I guess now the word is out that I share my toys)

His considerations for wanting to be with me are completely different than my considerations for being with him. He’s all like: “M.I.L.F., Kewl!” and that’s about it!

If I could picture a perfect date with A we would be smoking shisha in the back of an over crowded Gitane Cafe on Saint-Denis talking about life and maybe even making some sexy plans.

I don’t want to over extend myself though. I just love lusting after a guy. It is something I have only allowed myself to do recently. I have had crushes on guys but I tend to think about guys in a very non-sexual and intellectual way.

But in any case I have to be careful.

I am the Red Pill.

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Jimmy Hendrix Had a Sex Tape!

May 6th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Unexpected Sex No Comments »

Okay I don’t actually care, I just think it is cool that he made a sex tape when doing so was more complicated than pulling out your cell phone and clicking the shortcut button.

The tape has been authenticated and narrated by none other than Pamela Des Barres. Pamela once bought something for me and she paid by personal check. I told her how cute it was the she of all people had Cinderella personal checks. You see, Pamela Des Barres is a legendary groupie who wrote a book about her lifestyle and eventually married Michael Des Barres of Power Station fame. You can find the Hendrix Sex tape at hendrixsextape.com

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My idea of a good weekend

May 2nd, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Dating, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

I have spent most of the past 2 months sick on every free weekend I had, and come to think of it on every not-free weekend too. Every two weeks I have a childless Saturday afternoon and evening that I may use for the purpose of ‘wasting’ the day away. The next day (Sunday) I usually have a very productive uninterrupted day of inspired creative work.

This means that on Thursday afternoon I begin to dream about what I could do on that day. Right now I am thinking about how great it would be to spend my whole Saturday afternoon knitting and watching all the Julie Delpy movies I have not yet seen.

Here’s my problem… tomorrow I should catch up on housework I was not able to do while sick. I also have a quasi-professional event and a gig in the evening to go to. Will I go? I really want to get out of the house!

I have a solution for this and it is to take my lover up on his offer to have a whole-day date (on Sunday) which is basically the same thing as my version except with sex and video games. Hmmm… let me make a few phone calls.

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I told my sys admin he was blow-job worthy

April 28th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in BDSM, Beauty and The Geek, Body Image, Dudes, Humour, Uncategorized, Unexpected Sex 1 Comment »

To which he replied “Thank you :)”. And to be honest with you that is the only appropriate answer to my compliment. I judge people by my own standards and I rarely explain these to others. Truly compatible people seem to know what I mean.

For instance the highest level that can be achieved in physical attractiveness is “Yummy”. But yummy-ness is not achieved by being cute alone. There has to be something else going on there. Take the cast of this season’s Beauty and The Geek. One may gravitate towards Tommy Severo (the sweater vest enthusiast) as the cutest but there was only one Yummy candidate this season: Jim Babcock (The video game programmer.) In fact both these guys are at the complete opposite of the second axis of yummi-ness. One is incredibly stuck-up when it comes to sex and the other one seems eager to get some (as it was obvious how Jim interacted with Tiffany at the Football game and beyond. ) So for me being halfway decent look-wise is completely useless if I can’t work with you.

I was disappointed that Jim got the boot before the makeover. Anyone who hides behind so much hair and tries to pass as a shaggy dog needs a makeover. He got his makeover last week and I was not that surprised by the results. I thought he would turn out looking more Gyllenhaal than Gosling. But it’s cool how he has no idea who Ryan Gosling is. That’s why I like geeks.

So back to the blow job worthiness thing.

Oral sex used to be my favorite thing (hence why I came up with the blow job worthiness index) but I have not had that many blow job worthy guys in my life for the past few years. In fact some guys think I am not into oral sex at all… Well maybe it’s because you’re just not that blow-job worthy! I am not saying I am that great at it by any means. A few months ago I lost a “suck-off” by a huge margin! The only reason I was not crushed by this loss is that it was to a trans guy who explained in detail how his technique was acquired so he would be accepted by gay men as one of their own. Well jaded oversexed gay men are definitely not my main “clientele”. My blow job non-technique is “put it in my mouth and enjoy”.

(UPDATE: Apparently I did not lose the “suck-off” in question LOL.)

I cannot tell you how many social conversations at semi-business events I have had with guys where after the fact I figured out that all they wanted from me was a blow job. All that staring at my boobs and making comments about my lips had nothing to do with Web 2.0. Life must be boring after you make it to C.T.O. or V.P. because those are the guys who are most often guilty of trying to get a quick fix with a total stranger. Not classy! Trying to pick me up is a bit useless because I definitely need time to confirm a connection and that can take me 4-6 months no matter how hot, rich or famous you think you are. The best way to get close to me is to figure out a way for us to spend time together by doing cool fun geeky things. That’s way more complicated than dating. This is how I approach people I dig as well.

Now the honor of being blow-job worthy can only be bestowed on someone who will go out of his way to do something for me without any expectation of getting something in return. since I have met him Mr. Sys Admin has done really cool unexpected things that often totally make my day. We met at a Midori “Bondage for Lovers” class and his first impression of me was seeing me tie up a 19-year old boy with ripped up bed sheets! Later he called me out of the blue to ask me to be his partner at a 2-day rope bondage class. Not only was that class fun but I got to tie him up in all sorts of cool ways! Did I mention he is yummy?! He is quite geeky as well which makes him a triple threat. Out of the blue last year he just kissed me. I was way too surprised to do anything about it. We’ve had long discussions (some live some chats) that delved into BDSM negotiations and it’s always remained quite intellectual and pleasant. Both of us have jobs and partners who seem to use up all the free time so I very rarely get to see him in person.

This weekend he helped me set up my Linux server the right way. I was supposed to go to his place but decided not to go pass along my cold to him.

So if I ever tell you you are blow job worthy you should just say thank you an be happy that I regard you as being in the small top tier of awesome keen guys on this planet. I am not really saying you deserve a blow job from me specifically as much as…


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C’tune pute!

March 24th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in Humour, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

I have been thinking in English since I was about 12. I started watching soaps and game shows in English when I was 5-6. Then I realized I didn’t have to wait years to see CHiPs or my other favorite shows in French.

After that, I just learned everything in my new adopted language and became obsessed with info-tainment in the form of 20/20, Dateline and 48 hours, travel shows and This Old House.

Can you believe the term info-tainment used to mean: “News stories produced in short interesting segments.” (my own description). Today the term “info-tainment” doesn’t exist anymore because the word “news” refers to never-ending descriptions of Britney Spears panty-less partying.

So it’s fair to say that I have not been pondering semantics in French for a long time. I thought this video was precious. Basically it goes through the male definition for a large amount of French words then exposes the fact that the feminine version simply means: “whore”. A simple example of this in English would be Dog/Bitch. Luckily the French feminine version of programmer still means programmer!

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So many parties, so little time…

February 17th, 2008 Eva Vavoom Posted in BB9, Dating, Dudes, Parties, Unexpected Sex No Comments »

I may be in a self-indicated quarantine but that isn’t going to prevent me from going out with my buds. On Saturday, I had brunch with the Kings (now known as Dukes of Drag) and saw their most-attended show ever at the last Meow Mix. I was sick and couldn’t attend it live so it was great to see it on video. My only goal, other than seeing my buds, was to put on a little presentation of the Web strategy to empower the non-techies to contribute to all the online tasks.

I then headed out to the ATQ Velentine’s Day dinner. ATQ is the Quebec Association of Transexuals. I went to the Christmas one with MFB and it was fun to meet new people and hang out with the fabulous Mimi who has been championing Trans rights for 26 years. And she does make the best cake ever. MFB decided to officially transition just before Christmas has managed to come out to dozens of people at his work (well done) but not his mom yet. This time, we were treated to a spaghetti dinner and all the tboys gravitated to our table. We had great conversations with goth gal and her best butch who is thinking about transitioning herself. They have been together for 4 years and I think it’s great that they are going through this process as a couple.

Then it was on to the bi-monthly get together with the kinky girls. Since it was MFB’s birthday all the girls took turns spanking him (and I held him down!). There was another FTM there, close longtime friend of someone in the group, and he and MFB hit it off REALLY well and MFB was all excited about having his first gay sex LOL There was only 11 of us but retro girl from Ottawa was there and it turns out the vintage cashmere “Jackie” coat I just sent her fits like a glove. I was kind of tired so I layed low.

I had spent the whole week at home in total silence, either working, writing or doing complicated crafty things (and mitigating the ex-boyfriend shituation) so Saturday was quite different from what I am used to. I got so much stuff done last week that tonight I will simply catch up on the new season of Big Brother. I wonder, is matching people who have the same personality a good idea? I don’t think so, I don’t even match my salt and pepper shakers.

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