Straight Pimping - The 15th Symposium
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Posted:Dec 18, 2015 12:37 pm
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2015 12:21 am
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The date is set... Sunday, December 27. That's the date for the return of The Virtual Symposium, put on by blogfriend humorlife. For now we just have to pick a topic (on or before Tuesday, December 22, 2015)
The 4 suggested topics are: Comics and cartoons; Fetishes; Black and white; Religion or you can write in a topic (good luck with that one)
Voting can be done on a post on humorlife's blog, here is the link to the post The Virtual Symposium Returns Lets Pick A Topic.
I'm pushing for Religion... always a hot button issue, especially right now. Perhaps we can breathe some life back into the ville.
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Calling You All to The Mat…
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Posted:Dec 17, 2015 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2015 2:01 pm
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As we negotiate the abyss of changing gender roles, there is hesitation to change the nuances of some roles… and some are seemingly stuck in time. Take online dating… for the most part, women about my age, wait to be asked out on dates. They will do things like look at your profile every day, send flirts, and maybe even tag you as a favorite to start the conversation. Now before anyone gets their panties in a bunch, not every woman does that! I did say for the most part.
I have dated quite a bit over the past few years (mostly off of vanilla sites and a local sex club site… not a whole lot of local quality left on VisionPersonals.com). Almost without exception, the women I have dated are not wallflowers. On the Contrary, most are extremely assertive, sensual, sexual ladies, who go after what they want, and aren’t shy about telling me what they want. While on a date, I remember asking one particularly attractive lady who tagged me as a favorite, why she didn’t just write to me to start the conversation? She responded, I don’t approach men; I’m not comfortable doing it, and I read a book on dating that asserts women should never initiate dating, reinforcing the perceived norms.
Moving on to the topic at hand… When on a date, the bill comes, I pay and that’s that… it’s the norm, and old habits die hard. Occasionally, the lady will reach for it, there is that awkward little struggle and I pay the bill, but one day I lost the battle. The lady closed me out by saying, “I asked you out, you drove all the way to see me, you can pay when you asked me out for another date”. A great way to look at things, I have even used it a couple of times to end the bill struggle. Yesterday I read a mini-rant post about this very issue of who should pick up the tab on a first meeting. The usual stuff, lady has a first meet with a man… it’s a coffee meet, he doesn’t pay for her coffee… she’s not happy and blogging about it. The normal spread of opinions… a few ladies pile on the man in the story; one lady states she all ways pays for her own coffee; and one takes the more rational, “if I like him I will offer to pay, but allow him to pay if he insists; but if there is no connection I will pay for my own, thank you”. The guys, for the most part all say they will pay, “a gentleman always does”, with various degrees of pandering. 2 gentlemen say the rule is you ask you pay… one included a mini-rant in his response. My response was, “interesting rationale”.
In the author’s mini-rant, she touched on the point she recognizes “men say they are tired of paying”, but she is tired of her beautification costs, like hair dyeing, makeup, nails, clothes, hair removal, etc. She apparently spends thousands a year, and according to her, so do the majority of women she knows. Her supposition… if a man is not willing to by her coffee, she figures he’s going to be selfish in the bedroom too. It just set off a litany of questions in my head, starting with What The Fuck.
Ladies, do you feel men get a free financial pass when it comes to getting ready for a date… we just fall out of bed and are ready to go?
How much time does it take you to get ready for a date?
How much do you $pend getting ready for a date on average?
Do you use the whole interaction with the bill, as a test for your dates?
Gentlemen do you pay because you want too; you are just accustomed to paying; or do you pay just so you don’t fail the perceived test?
Is there a double standard here… women are willing to equalize gender roles/responsibilities only when it works to their advantage?
So ladies and gentlemen, I’m calling you to the mat so to speak… your thoughts on any or all of these questions are appreciated.
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Joy, Grief and Libido
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Posted:Dec 16, 2015 6:17 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2015 7:15 am
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I just stumbled across an interesting article regarding weird things that turn us on. One thing they mentioned was grief. Happiness was also a cause of sexual arousal, but grief was what fascinated me.
The phenomenon was seen and studied in the wake of 911. 12 NY firefighters faced divorce because they had fallen in love with the widows of comrades. They were assigned to bring comfort to the widows by acting as a surrogate family member. One thing lead to another, and comforting, became >>! comforting. If you have even seen the movie “Someone to watch over me”; art imitating life. The end of WWII saw the same thing… elation, leading to hugging, leading to kissing, leading to… Now that I thing about it, even I have had a deeply emotional experience turn into some sexcapades, with a little delay…
In University, I developed a close friendship with a girl, we will call her “C”. C and I became dinner mates and party buddies. We ended up spending so much time together, everyone thought we were dating. We talked about getting tee-shirts made proclaiming that we were not dating, because it was cramping both of our games. Anyway, C had a friend; we will call her “N”. N was unsure why C would want to spend so much time with me, and was curious… I was on a bad boy list (guilt by association), because of something a former boyfriend of C had done, and I was friendly with him; (the incident happened 2 years prior, and I wasn’t even in school at the time, and it’s an even longer story of juvenile 19 and 20 year old male exploits). Soon are little 2-some of dinner, followed by conversation enhancers followed by a frank discussion of worldly and not so worldly issues, became a 3-some, with the occasional guest participant. If you did your post-secondary education away from home, and lived in an on-campus residence, you know the drill.
One snowy Friday evening in late January, C had departed earlier in the day to go on a weekend ski trip with the latest man in her life, leaving N and I as a 2-some to carry on solving the world’s problems. Along the way of cultivating our 3-way friendship, I had developed really strong feeling towards N, I told her, and she freindzoned me.  It had happened a few days earlier, so being just the two of us was a little awkward… Oh, and did I mention we use to conduct our summit meeting is N’s dorm room? A few hours into our evening, N gets a phone call from home. Someone elderly (92) she is close to has taken ill. It’s snowing like crazy, she is in no condition to drive… she will have to go home in the morning. I am trying to comfort her, using words, (minds out of the gutter). Then it happens, she says she doesn’t want to be alone tonight…  our usual game plan was to go out together or go our separate ways when the summit broke up for the evening. Spending the night… that could lead to, well… happym; happyf; You can look at what I did as utter stupidity or brilliance (the jury is still out on that), and of course trying to be gentlemanly, I agreed to spend the night, but I would sleep in C’s room down the hall when it was time to retire. Oh, I definitely wanted to know every inch of N in a very carnal way, but for it to have happened that night, given the circumstance kind of creeped me out, and I think my decision worked out well.
A week later, N was at a formal and I was doing a little late night DJ thing on campus. 2:30 in the morning, the place is nearly empty and in strolls N, dressed to the 9s, looking spectacular and happy (you know the 12 drink glow). When I saw her I knew why she was there… she said the formal was fantastic, she had a great time with her date, but she couldn’t stop thinking about me all night, and wished I was there. That night was our first time together. We dated for about a year and a half; still friends to this day, even attended each other’s weddings.
The medical community has offered an explanation as to why events like what I have described and personally experienced happens. The brain cells for general emotional arousal (grief or happiness) are parked right next to those of sexual arousal. To quote the article: “given a sufficient degree of “startle factor” in the reticular activating system, you will automatically find yourself turned on by any dramatic general alert”. Get trapped in an elevator with someone, and it could be on! That has “allegedly” happened between two people I use to work with. But that’s a different story for another day.
Has it ever happened to you? Have you been sexually aroused when grief stricken or completely elated?
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I'll be honest....
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Posted:Dec 16, 2015 6:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 4:56 pm
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When someone says that to you, do you wonder about thier honesty?
Thoughts
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The Fourteenth Virtual Symposium - First Dates – Some Advice
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Posted:Nov 29, 2015 8:43 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2015 3:14 pm
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Greetings and salutations… this post is my contribution to the virtual symposium, edition # 14, which has been organized by humorlife. A list of other participants in this symposium can be found at Participants List For The Fourteenth Virtual Symposium First Dates.
First dates… they can be tricky, nerve wrecking, awkward, terrifying, and rousing. Lots of advice out there… tip top hygiene is a must, (important every date, and in your daily life); hair and make-up just right, and fellas don’t forget to check the shoes… ladies always look, so make sure they look good.
This is a big topic, so much to write about, and so much has already been written about this topic. I have even taken a stab in a previous [post blog]. Online, and in a few post in this symposium you will surely find advice on where to go; what to do; topics to keep the conversation moving and those to avoid… you know the ones, sex, politics and religion. Of course yours truly, ignores that advice and always looks for an opportunity to talk about politics, religion and mostly sex.  It’s always nice to see what you’re working with early. Did I mention I like to fly in the face of conventional wisdom? 
I’m always fascinated by some of the advice I find online… “How to give them that kiss that will drive them insane”; kissing is now a “paint by number” exercise. “Be honest – but don’t reveal too much”; “White lies that are ok to tell on a first date”, and of course lots more on the all-important goal of all this wonderful advise… how to get you a second date.
Let me propose advice that’s a little different. It’s radical… maybe too radical for some:
HAVE FUN! Isn’t that the whole point of the exercise, to have fun? Who wouldn’t want a second date with someone they had fun with?
That’s my two cents
Your thoughts
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Karma
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Posted:Nov 4, 2015 10:29 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2015 5:28 am
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Laughed my ass when I cam across this nugget on a vanilla dating site.
KARMA IS LIKE 69:
YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVE
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What In The Hell
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Posted:Oct 26, 2015 3:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 12, 2015 6:02 pm
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is going on here?
What with the vailed X over images... have the prudes taken over?
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Feels like Heaven
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Posted:Jul 11, 2015 11:45 am
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2015 1:08 pm
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Hello Sexy Peeps…
Another one of my prolonged absences! Ya know… being up to no good, kind of keeps my mind and body occupied. What did I miss?
You may or may not know, I like music, a lot… Ok, I am kind of a music junkie. A long while back, I was listening to some old school 80’s New Wave… I guess it’s technically “Old Wave” now. Anyway, the lyrics to one song “Fiction Factory – Feels like Heaven” got me thinking about something. Here are the song lyrics, followed by what I was pondering.
Heaven is closer now today
The sound is in my ears
I can't believe the things you say
They echo what I fear
Twisting the bones until they snap
I scream but no one knows
You say I'm familiar, cold to touch
And then you turn and go
Feels like heaven
See how we planned for saddened eyes
And tears to pave the way
I fought the fever as I knew
My hair returned to gray
Study your face and fade the frame
Too close for comfort now
We can recall the harmony
That lingered but turned sour
Feels like heaven
You wanted all I had to give
See me, I feel, see me, I live
When you think of heaven, what do you think of?
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A Golf Story for Sweet_VM
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Posted:Apr 15, 2015 3:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2015 5:22 am
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A father, and grandson went to the country club for their weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them.
She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio whether she could join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But, I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots."
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said.
The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I faded it a little."
After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the hole. (She was closest to the pin.)
The said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even an easy seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt." She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole, knocked the heck out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par.
She turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course.
If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Scotch Mill Scotch in him, fix him a steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of the night."
The yuppie jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully eyeing the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup."
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb. "Don't listen to the , darling', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup."
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."
The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
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The Diamond in the Rough: The 6th Virtual Symposium, Odd Then, Fantastic Now
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Posted:Mar 22, 2015 8:15 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2015 3:42 pm
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My first encounter 1989… her nickname was Boomer; I didn’t get her real name. Long story short… cottage country bar; meet her and her friends, my friends join in at the ladies table. As it often happened with me, someone caught my attention, I went to investigate. My friends left with Boomer and friends in tow, and I had a 10 mile trek back to our cottage. I missed the group midnight swim by the time I got back, but discover Boomer was among the ladies present. She was happy to see me, and I was much happier to see her… a body built for sin, as the saying goes. She was affectionate, aggressive, completely uninhibited, and had skin like silk, a completely new experience for my tongue, as well as twig and berries.
My second encounter a year later was visual only at a stag… she was a professional ballerina as we called it, (more commonly referred to in polite company as an exotic dancer). I was the stunt groom, (the real groom had consumed too much alcohol too soon, and was down and out for the count). There I was, on stage sitting on a chair, as the music began, Thunderstruck by AC/DC. This was no rank amateur; performing for a group of about 200 alcohol fill men, the only lady in the place. She had a look in her eye, ferocious would best describe it. If I had to guess, I would say she had probably snorted a few lines as part of her pre routine preparation; she was off into it. A tall woman, solidly built, then it happened… the only time in my life I have been scared of what would happen with a woman who was about to get totally naked. The move… she rubbed my jean covered package vigorously, then she stood up, jumped up, hitting the floor in the splits; landing with a thud so loud, it was heard over the music… the room in unison when “Ohhhhhhh”. She grabbed my knees, violently pulled them a part and looked up at me, before burying her face in there… her eyes, she was gone, this woman was crazy… I was having an “oh shit” moment. By the time the song ended, she had my shirt and pants off, belt around my neck. She had just her thong on, which she began to take off as song 2 of her 3 song act began. Losing this final piece of clothing, it was revealed, the diamond in the rough was no longer in the rough… I can remember the comments: “it a fast track”, “and grass doesn’t grow”, it was such a rare sight back in those days, even among women in her profession that it was an odd sight. It was so rare, one gentleman decided to take a picture… her stepped in, and the performance was over.
Odd then, Fantastic now… 20+ years later, it’s all too common… trimmed, shaved, waxed pussies, allowing the jewel to see the light of day, fully exposed, free of rough. The glittering prize, so to speak. The Vagina Monologues, I thank you.
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Sex Championships
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Posted:Mar 12, 2015 3:34 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2015 1:11 pm
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Well kinda…
Every so often you stumble across an interesting article on the web about what else… sex of course. I found one last week that is just pure fun.
Down in the great state of Texas, Austin to be exact, there was a championship competition at the Alamo Drafthouse. The competition is the World Air Sex Championship. Men & Women simulate their favorite positions (ala air band style).
I did a little digging and they have a website (would you believe), and a tour it seems; with stops in Chicago, The Big Easy (New Orleans) and Lafayette, LA later this month. Just ogle airsexworld and have a look.
If the championship tour came to an establishment near you, would you participate, and what sexual act would you perform?
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