The 2015 New Year….

….. obligatory post. ha!

Another post so soon after the last one?  Am I really keeping to the hoped for resolution to write more?  Maybe… probably not…  perhaps I just have a little more time on my hands since Costco doesn’t have me on the schedule for any more for hours.  No matter, I’m calling daily in hopes I can pick up a shift but I wonder how long I can do that with no shifts before I get the hint. 🙁    With my Geddes pay cut by a third this means I’m barely making the same money even WITH child support.   I told the kids this means I’ll have more time to stand over them and make sure they do all their schoolwork/chores, etc. and you should  have heard the groaning!

I recently realized I’m about to lose a free hotel room in San Francisco if I don’t take that trip before March.   Time to look into cheap flights up North and contact Ultimate Man to pony up the costs and the time.   I think I’ll try to work on a few things and use it kick start some writing.  Who knows… maybe I can supplement my income with some self publishing?   I am determined that THIS is the year I FINISH many things…. painting my house  (The downstairs is mostly done and the color scheme of the upstairs is mostly planned.. it’s just getting Sex God over to hammer out the work to my satisfaction.) …. get myself into good writing time management (um…. yea)   …. eat healthier (got an amazing juicer-see below) …. and continue the weight loss that Costco started…. finalize the child support court issue.   So much to do!

Costco had a lovely red/black version of the nook chairs that I want to put in my living room to complete it furniture-wise… (last year the set was white and black.. so I’m also curious to see next years!)…. but I realized that while I might be able to swing the costs, I still have 3 teenage boys who aren’t completely reliable enough NOT to damage lovely cloth furniture.

This is also why I do not get a cat.

My Dad is physically the same.  I still go over there and devote 2 hours a week to helping out.  I don’t think my Dad’s wife will ask my brother for help since my sister-in-law is almost blatantly rude to her when in her prescience (yes my Dad’s wife has some annoying habits and lifestyle choices we don’t agree with but still….)  and my sister lives 3 hrs away with 2 youngsters in elementary school.  So I’m the go -to.    My mother’s health has just about returned to what it was before all her heart problems put her in the hospital for 10 days a year ago.  She’s incorporated new regimes and pills and changes to her routine, but she’s finally healthy enough to start an exercise program.  Too bad she lives in an all hill neighborhood as that is the type of walking she’s NOT allowed to do.   She’s hoping a pedometer will help, but honestly, I think she needs strength training.  (And less Bread!!)

I’ve managed to keep off the weight I lost working for Costco by going back to the gym.  I’m eating more salads and I bought my sister-in-law’s beach cruiser bike.  I also bought a fancy juicer that I hope to use to incorporate both healthy eating by me AND the kids of the level of veggies that we’re all a little loath to eat as much as we need of.  Plus it makes ice cream and soup, hummus & salsa, muahahaha….   I think Luke and I are going to have a lot of fun trying it out.

I did get two new friends out of my seasonal stint at Costco.  I had a Girls Night Out (GNO) with one who my mind keeps calling my Bestie.   She’s a Latina, 38 year old version of ME!  And we are thoroughly enjoying hanging out and almost finishing off each others sentences.  She is so cool!  I also got to meet TWO Facebook friends when they did an impromptu drive to the L.A. area.  I coerced them into making a detour to meet me and Sex God and we had a WONDERFUL conversation before we sent them on their way.  Interesting things may come of it, as the girls do a little radio show up north and I’m toying with the idea of spreading my gift of gab/therapy/mediation into a new format.    Plus DJ Giggity may be able to give me a fabulous deal on a hotel room in Napa because…..

….. don’t feint, but Sex God and I are thinking of selling our Coachella tickets to go to BottleRock in Napa.  More news on that later.

So to wrap up… 2015 seems to be starting with a bang of up and down.  Very sad that Costco seems to have let me go. (although I’m still not giving up as its a dream job for me)   But I have two new cherished friends and got to meet two friends I’ve known online but not in person for over 3 years!    Socially I’m doing well.  Financially, I’m doing the same.   So if I manage to step up the “Baby Step” version of finishing things in my life, perhaps I’ll actually manage to move forward in a direction instead of feeling accomplished by doing bits in lots of directions.  Because that just leaves me in the same place, circling.

 

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It’s the End of the Year 2014

I feel like I should do a yearly wrap-up or some such thing, but honestly that would probably take more time than I have these days.  So instead I’ll list a few current December monthly interesting stuff and see if I can write more detail once I’m let go by Costco.

So let’s start there.  I flat out adore working at Costco and the idea they won’t keep me after January makes me get a bit teary-eyed.  There are hundreds of reasons but bottom line I love the people, the pace and the work and I’m going to miss it A LOT when its taken away from me.   I’ve made two friend I hope to keep out of the deal and have every intention of constantly checking the Costco website for employment forever.  Even if its just seasonal work every year.

Sex God and I are going strong.  I realized the other day that we make each other laugh and that is a large part of why we work.  So you combine perfect sex, the eye candy that we see in each other and the fact hanging out is a joy and you have a perfect relationship.  Helps that we communicate VERY well about who we are, where we stand and what we feel or want; AND we’re on the same road in our life journey.

Bear came back from working out of state of the holidays and I got a brief visit, and then he bailed on going with me to a Swinger’s Party.  His reasons are good (impromptu time with his daughter) but this is the VERY thing I have difficulty with in ANYone, the discourtesy of changing plans.  Luckily Sex God rose to the occasion, well, partly.  It was his first group party and he over drank to steady his nerves and that ruined his ability to perform.  Even being the hottest guy there couldn’t take away his nerves.   Bear comes back to town in a month and I will have to discuss with him how we can get back on the same page visa-vie no cancelling or I shall have to seriously re-think seeing him anymore.

The other day Luke seemed to have a defining moment and turned a corner on his high anxiety.  He took me out of the mix.  In a discussion of adulthood; adult responsibilities (not just to job/career, but also to personal exercise to manage body, personal tidiness to manage an apartment, etc.) and where he needs to improve; Luke reacted like a real teenager and NOT one with high anxiety.  He got pissed and decided he was going to “not let me emasculate him anymore”.   I was thrilled!  Because honestly emasculating him wasn’t what I was trying to do (or doing for the record) but get him to see his actions as having consequences he has to deal with.  For a good 6 months he’s been living for my approval (no matter how much I try to tell him not to) of his grades, of his words, or his actions and yesterday he decided he would stop doing that and live just for him.  He announced he’d obey my rules while living in his house but no longer take my approval.  He was subconsciously saying, “I’m mad and punishing you by taking away my love.”   I saw it all and shoved down my own sadness, pride and worry and just said, “I support anything you decide if you feel you need to do this for yourself.”

Within a few hours he backed down from the stance of “I’m taking away my love” and actually apologized to me for calling me “your mother” to his brother.   But the best part is his over-obsession with pleasing me and being the perfect son for me seems to be gone!!  I cannot tell you how thrilled I am he’s made this transition!  And so far, a lot of that has held up daily.

On another note… the Ex actually picked up the boys for his allotted Christmas Day per the divorce agreement, albeit with changes.  The agreement states he picks them up at noon and drops them off at noon the next day, and usually he does that and gets Evan and Conor and Luke gets left and handed a present by his brothers from his father.  THIS time he picked them up by 5 (when I was starting to worry they wouldn’t get dinner!) and he came to where Luke and I were and got Luke also, including him!  I was thrilled for Luke (who panicked a bit at this unexpected change of plans) to be included, particularly since he’d not been over to his father’s girlfriends house in 3 years to the day.

According to the boys it went well, but the Ex dropped ALL the kids off a few hours later instead of keeping them overnight per the agreement, an action he’d never done before.  He’d always kept the two youngest.  He also, didn’t indicate he’d be doing this in his emails.  I could only surmise he was working the next day and his girlfriend has a “no your kids without you to deal with them” policy still in force in her household.  I find that VERY amusing since the Ex wants more custody of the youngest claiming its not to try and get out of paying very much child support, yet doesn’t really think how this action will impact the kids with the limitations of his living arrangements, now that he has a job.

My mother’s business, Geddes, did REALLY poorly in 2014, sales dropping lower and lower despite my cost cutting attempts, marketing attempts & new product strategies.   So I’ve  had to take a cut in hours/pay and perhaps look for more part time work to keep food on the table.  It makes the future look very “interesting” to say the least.  I’m so glad I’ve already paid for my 2015 vacation, and I’m so glad Coachella has a layaway plan, in case I can afford it for 2016.

My Ex still writes “temporary loan” instead of child support on the child support checks but at least he’s not putting them in happy cards and crossing off all the “happy” he can off the card.  It’s a lovely lesson of passive/aggressive that doesn’t affect me at all, & will end when the final judgement is in and I attach his paychecks.  But he does take the time to tell the kids how I’m costing him his ability to save for his retirement.  Which I laugh at… cuz I’ve been soooo busy raising his kids without his help for the last three years the idea of investing in MY retirement has been a fantasy!!

As for my writing… well, you can tell by how often I blog, just  how little I’ve been getting done.  I say I’m going to change, every year.. that THIS is the year I’ll write more, but honestly, my problem is I need blocks of time to focus and in 2014 I didn’t have it.  Particularly with working 2 part time jobs (Geddes and Costco) and raising 3 teenage boys alone.  I did get about 6 pages written of a lovely little erotic novelette… but it’s stalled.  Maybe I’ll get a chance to do more writing next year, but I swear that seems to fall into the same category as “This year I’ll lose 15 lbs before Coachella!”  then Girl Scout Cookie season hits and I’m doomed!

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November 2014 Update

Seems I’ve barely had the time to blog.  But honestly I think its just Facebook sucking all my need to express myself.   I have tried to find time to write but getting in the mood for it with only 1-2 hours to devote is SOOOO difficult.  Particularly with even MORE DVR t.v. to watch now that I’m working more.

Yup!  That’s one of the big things that happened recently.  I got a seasonal job at Costco!!  The store I’m working for hired 90 employees for just the season (Nov – Jan).  They might keep 10 when the season is over… maybe.  So I have 2 months to impress the hell out of them and BE one of those ten.  I’m busting my ass to do it.

The ironic thing is taking the part time Costco job is a pay cut for me.  Going from $21/hour to $11:50/hour doesn’t make MY life easier but it makes my mother’s life easier.  Not that I can give up working for her company because she’d be lost trying to run it without me, but with sales in the toilet thanks to YouTube she just cannot afford to pay me the hours I need to feed and clothe and house 3 teenage boys.  She CAN afford me part time which is why the Costco job is sooooo perfect as a lifesaver for Geddes.  (Do not know what I’m going to do if they let me go.)

And I will say, I’m loving the job!  The people to work with are wonderful!  The job is so physically demanding I have to skip the gym the next day!!  The energy of the place is off the chart positive, the staff is addicting and its bringing a whole new side out of me that I’d forgotten.  The Energetic Employee.  I wish my kids could see me hustling around the front end, packing carts, running to get boxes, being the assistant to two cashiers… moving so fast I’m sweating all through most of the 4 hour shifts!  They’d be amazed and probably scared shit-less to enter the work world. Haha  I KNOW my Ex would never take a job like this… he always felt it was beneath his intellect, but I love packing and sorting and this job is ALL that!  I’m smiling every minute of it… (and losing weight!)  😀

And speaking of Ex’s….   we had our day in court, finally.  Actually it was an exercise in postponement.  The Ex is asking for a Parenting Plan Assessment.. which we immediately said, “Sure, if you pay for it.”   Which completely postponed this custody/child support question until the assessment could be done…  in February….  so my lawyer asked for temporary child support and HIS lawyer came up with a figure of $984 to begin November 1st.  Which was, honestly, a huge relief because I had to get cell phones for the kids.

See Luke went to a college seminar that his father dropped him off on his dinner night, but then either Luke misunderstood when/where the pick up was to be and had no way to reach his father to get picked up so Luke borrowed a cell phone & called me just as I was going into a movie theater.  This was HIS FATHER’s dinner evening and his father should have sorted this out, which they did eventually… (he’d changed his phone number and didn’t tell me or the boys… idiot…  how does he expect me to contact him if there’s an emergency.  Whatever.)   But it made me realize the kids needed cell phones so they’re not trying to find a phone to contact us.

So that is what I did as soon as I got paid in November… I got them ALL cell phones on my plan.  Cuz the Ex was going to pay child support now.  Well, November 1st came around and no check… but we were in negotiations to possibly settle.  The Ex didn’t like my counteroffer so he paid the $800 PPA1 fee.  He was supposed to pay me $492 on the 1st of November and $492 on the 15th and nothing… so we sent his lawyer an email with a deadline, she swore she’d take care of it and inform him… well, he missed it.. so we sent him another with another deadline… she replied with a “what was the amount again?” which is insane cuz SHE picked the number!!  Anyway…  he missed it AGAIN and now I’m thinking he’s trying to get out of paying the first month!  Because Dec 1st is around the corner and he’ll owe me another month.  Talk about ignorant bullshit.  He was in the courtroom Oct 22 when the judge told him effective November 1 and we agreed on her amount so he cannot claim he doesn’t know.   Then the Monday after the deadline I get a hand-address envelope so difficult to read it looks like its for LP Fran.. I almost return it but it had no return address.  I open it and there is the full amount of the November child support in a check made out to a mangled misspelling of my name.  I take it to the bank and thankfully they accept it but I have no idea what he is pulling?  If he doesn’t want a record of paying child support that will only damage HIM not me!  For a man in Mensa my Ex is sometimes quite foolish.  Or he’s getting the dumbest advice from his lawyer.  I don’t know.

On the naughtier front I went to a Fire Play Seminar featuring the famous Orpheus Black.  That, of course, deserves it’s own posting, with hopefully a link to more information because it was amazingly informative!

Happy T-Day to you all!!

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Swinger Party 2.0

I recently attended my second Swinger Party and it was much different than the first one on many levels.

Firstly, “I” was the invitee, instead of being the guest of the invitee.  Meaning a former lover contacted me and invited me.  This was important because with the host knowing me, I could trust he felt I’d get along with the group.  That can take a lot of pressure off a woman, my age. heeheehee.  Plus it also meant there would be at least ONE man there I’d be comfortable having sex with.

Secondly, this was much closer than the  other one, which was in Riverside.  Now for any readers unfamiliar with the Los Angeles area… Riverside is one of the 3 counties snugged together which Angeleans think of as Los Angeles (L.A. County, Orange County and Riverside County)   Let me wrap your heads a little further around the size I’m talking here…  Take the farthest north of L.A. County down to the farthest south of Orange County and you’ve driving a good 120 miles…  extend the triangle west through Riverside county and you’ve driven another 120 miles.    So the fact this party was a quick 15 minute drive and the previous one was an hour and a half is significant.  Why is it significant?  Well, because when its close and fun, then you’re eager to repeat it.   😀

Thirdly, this was a day event, not an evening event.  Now, as a morning person who gets up MUCH too early to go to the gym every day, an evening out can have me sleepy by 10 or 11.  (Which is exactly what happened at the last one.  After an hour of getting fucked, I was sooooo tired I literally slept in the Porsche on the ride home!  I was such a bad guest I had no idea if he’d had as much fun as me!)   So the fact it was a deliciously warm day, the backyard was secluded and the pool was like bathwater.. well, it wasn’t long before we were all naked and just enjoying THAT whether we were participating in sex or talking or drinking.

Fourth big difference was in the couples.  At the last one I only really interacted with one “couple” and the rest of the time was just playing with whatever cock was around me.  (dark room, no glasses, lots of spectators lol)  THIS time ALL the women were either bi-curious or bi-sexual so there was more play between them than between the sexes sometimes!   Plus we were ALL at similar ages with bodies both beautiful and imperfect and we just didn’t care, which was frankly the most refreshing feeling EVER!

So the numbers went… 3 couples and 2 single ladies.  Me being one of the single ladies.  Now, before you assume.. YES, Sex God was supposed to come with me, but he got an unexpected job commitment and these days of unemployment he’s takes them wherever he gets them.  Bear is still in Georgia (damn him) … and he’s just gnashing his teeth that he missed this event and REALLY hoping hes’ in town for the next one.  (That would be around Christmas Mr. Host.. if you’re reading this 😀  )   Tongue God is firmly ensconced with his new girl (even though he’s not told her of his wild side.. sheesh.. he got the lecture from me of being honest now as it’s better sooner than later if her heart is attached.. and since its been 6 months I’m sure it is),…. its’ Baseball season for Tasty Man so he’s thoroughly busy, and of the new possibilities being tested none of them are ready for a swinger party.  Cubs aren’t as experimental as you think.

Ironically all of the couples were FWB.  None of them were married and/or in a relationship that I could tell.   Long term FWB’s, some of them maybe, but none monogamous.  I’m not even sure any were heart attached like Sex God and I.   And one of the couples included a man I’d met 4 years ago on the site, enjoyed in the bedroom but didn’t really connect with on the friendship level.  I remembered him a little more than he remembered me, but it was a lot of fun walking down that old memory lane. haha.

Enough setting of the scene for everyone?  hahahaha… I can imagine a few people anxiously waiting for the “good” stuff.   But here’s the thing… there was a lot of good stuff and I did participate in some of it… but not a lot of it.   So I’ll give you the bare bones as that’s how much I did.   Everyone got naked much quicker than I, but I eventually joined in.  They’d all played before, I think, so I was more hesitant and they didn’t push that.   The ladies jumped right in with each other and it was mostly like girl on girl and then a guy would join.  Which can be fun, but I’m more of a “kiss and touch the girl” girl than I am a “let’s get her to orgasm” girl.   (One of the girls and I actually bonded over that as she felt the same way)   So I kind of watched for a bit, then joined in with a little touching here and there, a bit of kissing and I sucked a cock or two.   The amusing part was listening and learning the tricks the ladies were sharing on what their men liked.   I made them show me by example before I tried some of them.   I showed her how I use back of your fingers as a pressure platform to caress the bottom of the prostate on a man on that area between his anus an his balls.  That’s how relaxed and fun it was.  (although that did effect the “passion” level)

One woman had beautiful breasts, another a gorgeous ass and I got to caress here and there and did get some nice fucking in.   I even got a little compliment as I tried to pleasure a woman from behind as she sucked the cock of a man.  I used my nails to gently scratch her back alternating with palming her ass.  Then I tried to see if I could give her clitoral pleasure with my fingers.  My nails were much too long for penetration, and honestly my fingers too small to do any good at reaching a g-spot.  But I know what I like to feel so I did my best to see if I could get any pleasurable noises out of her.  I used her own outer lips and pressure in a circular motion, kind of like that feeling you get when your tight jeans hit the right spot… and you just want to wiggle in your seat.

She and I at one point began to exchange tips on positions and I told her how different a clitoral orgasm feels legs closed than open.  And about my Sex God and I’s fave position, flat doggy, where I’m on my tummy and he’s fucking me from behind.   I also spanked her delicious behind, probably a little too hard, lol.  But hey, it was her birthday!

There was about 4 hours of naked talk and sex and being in and out of the pool.  The host was great, the company was wonderful and I must say… there is absolutely nothing that makes you like yourself more than spending time completely naked, outside, relaxed in your own body with a group of like minded naked people.

I totally get why nudists are nudists.

But I will also say…  I really look forward to bringing Sex God next time.  I think the ladies will be all over him, and I’d love to share my made-for-sex man.  They’d be the same over Bear, should I ever get a chance when he gets back and I think I need the eye candy to help me bring out more of my inner slut.

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World Building

Every so often I read something where an author is talking about their writing process…. and invariably the topic of world building comes up.  Recently I heard a bit about how for some people its outlines and for some its a quick written recap and then I hear about the person who consistently does about 800 pages of world building until everything seems so solid in her mind that main characters and plot lines stand out clearly.
And it occurred to me…  is that why I’ve not been writing as much?  My worlds aren’t as clear?  My plots are too vague?  I don’t know my characters well enough?

See the first book I wrote wasn’t set in anything that needed world building.  And the fan fiction I wrote already had its worlds all nicely done.  But the current books I’ve plotted and half started (there are 6 of them now, although 3 are a series)  haven’t really taken over my every waking moment like that first book did.  At least with that one I not only finished it, I wrote a sequel.  But the characters.. well, they were very, very clear and it was set in today not in space or another made up world.

Of course the other reason for not writing so much was instead doing a love of LIVING and that took up more of my mindset.

Now I have a bit of a plus on my books.  Almost every book I’ve plotted has been started from very clear characters in dreams I’ve had.  (I dream the most interesting strange stuff!!)  But I will admit that the space book’s dream main character became a supporting character as I wrote out the plot line which was surprising.   And a case in point for how world building changes your initial writing conceptions.

But, my God, World Building is it taxing!!  There is soooo much thinking to do in it.  So many choices to be made.  How much science to put in the space novel.  How much history in the fantasy novel.  How much damn computer tech to put in the modern day Satyr novel!  Gack!  The decisions are endless and often just screech me to a halt.  I spend endless minutes playing plot points out in my head, sentence after sentence to figure out what will work there and seem logical and dammit… am I pulling science now outa my imagination!?!

I’ll be at a decision point in a story and stop to stare into space trying to figure out where the character goes next.  And I stare and I get distracted and then before I know it I’m checking Facebook and the dating sites… ANYTHING cuz I’m not in the writing zone over all these little details which seem trivial but also seem important to the story.   It makes the entire process arduous.

So the point of this blog is to (1) bitch about what’s currently frustrating me and (2) encourage myself to buckle down and really do some serious world building to crystallize the books in my head and (3) to ask… just how much to I even bother to EDIT when its just World Building?!    But the difficulty becomes which of the worlds do I focus on?

The Satyr one won’t take as much as its set in modern times, but since it ends up a sort of Hogwarts for the mixed Fey Human which is where the action begins it could easily be turned into a series.  The biggest pain will be researching all the fey.  Research tend to bog me down.

The Slut book is a clear single book as she gets the boy in the end and story done.  But its a Fantasy and I have to build two kingdoms, why their societies developed so differently and what the hell happened to the psychedelic radiation zone that our hero can sort of control.  And did I mention this was a pre-industrial society?   Horses, wagons, gowns, swords, etc.

The space book…. well, I’ll be honest… I’m gonna mine all my own reading to come up with that.. but I’ll have to set up SOME sort of government system that our intrepid Firefly like captain and her crew live in.  Borrowing heavily from the amazing talents of Elizabeth Moon and maybe David Weber.. not their plot lines or characters… just their space schematics!  haha  And I’ll try not to invent too much implausible science along the way!  Although that actually turned into a main plot point when I plotted it (and myself) into a corner.  :/

The 3 book multidimensional world series is problematic because the first one starts with the God world and not the Magic world and that one is more complicated to build.  One would assume it wouldn’t be since basically all the God’s went to war with each other and all I have left to deal with are the demi-gods and humans with god ancestors.  But holy crap there have been a LOT of Gods in human history!  And decisions like do the Roman and Greek ban together since they’re the same Gods and battle the Incan and Aztec Gods and who does the Egyptian Gods fight or do they start it all?  Like I said, so many choices and decisions!

It’s this level of world building that is both fun and insanely difficult!  Some of the answers come easy and some make me want to do research to get it right.   But research takes oh so much time and usually I have so little of it.   But maybe, just maybe, I can squeeze enough world building pages out of me onto my computer so when I have the time to spend, like I did this past weekend, I can read over what I have and submerge myself into the world I’ve built enough to smoothly get those characters moving down the writing road.

Can’t tell if that’s a logical theory or just be procrastinating!

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Passion Fizzle

I have two married friends who are both going through a  similar situation in their lives.  There isn’t any more sexual spark in their relationship with their spouse.  Now when you’re single, this is no big deal.  You discuss it, see if the other party wants to do something to change it and if they chooses not to, you leave.  But when you’re married (particularly when you also have children) you can’t just get up and leave, you’ve made a “life” decision.   And there’s a legal document.  (Another reason I think marriage is a crock in our modern society… but that’s me.)  So you want to try and “work it out.”

This is what I hear from my friends (who I love and adore by the way) “I’ve kinda lost interest in him sexually.”  or “We never have sex anymore and if we do its bad.”  or  “His idea of making an effort is to touch my boob.”  (btw… from my male friends I’ve heard, “I don’t think I’m monogamous, one woman isn’t enough.”)

Like any good therapist (cuz as a trusted friend who’s been through something similar, I’m somehow a good therapist lol) I ask a lot of questions before I open the discussion on solutions.  The first one is… Have you talked to him about this?   Particularly have you talked to him in a counseling session, because nothing gets resolved in a partnership unless their is talking, lots and lots of talking.

But before, if you can or during at the very least, the talking you have to be prepared for what you want to discuss.  You have to ask yourself a lot of prep questions.  Have you made a list of EXACTLY what you wish he’d change, with DETAILS?… cuz men need instructions… even though they “like figuring it out” they suck at it.   And what are YOU willing to do to change if he needs it from you?  How old are the kids?  (cuz if they’re too little you may need him… but having them see a negative relationship as their example of marriage when they are past the youngest’s age of 5 is NOT doing them any good.  Children are happy when their parents are happy… whether they are together or not.  Its when parents are unhappy that is the most damaging for kids and I don’t know if parents together or apart is any different damage.)

A little back story….  My parents were not that happy together. But we didn’t see it as unhappy in their relationship.. we just saw unhappy parents.   And that was because they also didn’t see their own unhappiness, nor the fact they were just mirroring the dysfunction of their own parents’ marriages.  (Another reason to divorce… break the fecking cycle!!)  When they finally realized it and divorced (not a pretty divorce either) us kids were 21, 19 & 16.

When I finally married past my 30’s  (so old enough to know myself & be without “Disney Delusions” about relationships) I had no idea I would somehow STILL pick a man who put me into a marriage like my parents…. good friends, but not romantically there for each other.   When my last kid was solidly in school I came up for air from Mommyhood & looked at my life.  And didn’t love or respect my partner.   So I asked myself all these LIFE questions…  What did I miss in my life?  What did I want my future to be?  Could he give it to me?  Was it fair to ask?  And the ultimate question….  do I give up MY desires for the sake of staying together?

That is the hardest question, particularly for women & mothers.  As self-sacrificial beings (which comes with Motherhood) we often just bury it and go on.  THAT is what our mothers & grandmothers did.  But today is a different world.  Yesterday we NEEDED a man to support us and our children.  Today that need is much, much less, cuz we have options, we can work, we can get legal support, etc.   Yesterday you or your husband might die at 40 or 50… yea, not so much today!    So as much as it feels like a betrayal to want out of a marriage or maybe into a different type of marriage, you must not deny your feelings out of guilt.   Denial will not make them go away.  Emotions are like garbage… burying it just makes it rot… but if you sort it, air it, recycle or reuse what you can & compost the rest you don’t get that smell.

Both of my friends have been dealing with these issues of theirs for some time.. one for years and the other for many, many months.   But its come to a head for them both because they’ve met someone… and now suddenly the unhappiness is a huge, giant elephant in their room.   Because they have something to compare their husbands to.  And so they come to me.  Because I took the step.  I divorced.   And because I’m Poly and more understanding of individuals and have practically a harem of “friends” and therefore will never judge a person for their decisions based on my own morality.  Plus, I love them and will advocate FOR them.

Now lets set a truth here.  Marriage is WAY different from courtship.   Duh.  Marriage after kids is ALSO one more step removed from that.   Both our bodies change & desire may wane… worse.. some cannot reconcile the Mother/Father role we are now in with the Lust/Courtship roles of the early relationship.  This is what happens.  Sometimes is immediate and sometimes its over time.  And add to that we also just get comfortable.  But there is ALSO another factor in that comfort most people don’t perceive.  We KNOW them so well there is no more excitement or new interest.  THAT is the biggest lure of the “other man/woman”.  Here is an individual who doesn’t know us.  They aren’t so comfortable with us that they no longer SEE our sparkle, our specialness, our amazing value.   THAT is the real lure… not necessarily the man or woman themselves.

When I was first coming into myself I met a man on a plane.  David.  The connection was bloody amazing.  He was the first who saw “me”… the real me.  Not the wife, mother, employee, daughter, etc., but the flirt with the sparkling humor barely containing the bold seductress.  And he liked it.  He more than liked it.. he was drawn to it.   That was heady stuff.  Suddenly my life was more exciting.  Suddenly I had something to look forward to every day when I woke up.  Would I get an email/letter/text from David.  By comparison my husband was a lump in the corner of the room who’s idea of intimacy or affection was to put his nose to the top of my head, inhale deeply and announce “clean”.   (and yes.. that is a sad true fact.)

But before I met David (and I while we shared a “wish things were different” long distance correspondence it never went beyond that)… I was already unhappy in my life.  I tried diverting my unhappiness into writing and ended up writing a novel about a woman being single.  (gee… duh.)  My husband was very supportive.  Everyone was… they all responded with a “Oh look, Heather is pursuing her bliss” attitude.  Yet in trying to take the writing to the next step, publishing, I realized I missed the character and began to slowly transform myself into her.  That was when I realized what I really missed was being single, LIKE her.   So all my attempts at discovering why I was unhappy led me back to the fact I was married, or rather.. I was NOT single.

We did the counseling route for 6 months.  It was expensive and it did nothing to lessen my desire to be single.  It DID reassure me that my overly-dependent husband would survive without me… I mean, listen to all the self growth he was spouting that he was doing at the therapists!! (Which is why men shouldn’t lie in therapy!  It can backfire!  I think it was his way of showing how he’s changing to save the marriage.  To me I just thought, “Yay, he’ll survive without me!”)   My husband and I didn’t do that well in face to face therapy discussions as I tended to over-verbalize often repeating the point in a variety of versions trying to get feedback that he understood what I was saying and he’d quietly wait until I was done with a stoic expression before trying to respond.  So we switched to emails which was surprisingly effective in the conversation as far as sharing our feelings went.   I’d make my point… I’d do my best to answer his points and make sure I understood what he was trying to say.   And he’d have the ability to take his time to formalize his thoughts into a reply.  He’s a VERY smart man but not a “quick” thinker in conversation.

So when my friend told me how she and her husband had done SOME counseling but couldn’t afford it and how they’ve have sooo many times of discussing this subject of one’s sexual needs over the others I suggested she try the email system.  For the passive personality “discussions” often seem like attacks and they shut down.  That was the homework I gave her…start the discussions with emails.   For my other friend, who is too far away to have a nice sit down… I give her this blog 😀

After all the stories and the discussions I put it out honestly for my friend.   “If nothing changes, if the status quo goes on… do you see yourself staying with this man?”   “No.” was her very sad reply (cuz she loved him very deeply but the lack of sex was making her hate him.)   “If you have an affair with or without his consent, you have a 50/50 risk of destroying the marriage.”   Then I laid the bombshell… “You have to be true to yourself, yes, but you also owe him honesty.  Living a life of unhappiness for another isn’t honoring any vow.   Tell him up front what you want and if he refuses to give it to you he must give you permission to seek it elsewhere or he’s just being selfish.  And why stay with a selfish partner?  If you do nothing the marriage will end… if you do something it also might end.  Or it might not.”

The point I made to her was one I realized in my own marriage.   Life is a growth process.  Marriage is a HUGE growth process, as often your partner is your lesson!  As you learn about yourself you share these insights with your partner, but if you don’t feel you can, or your partner doesn’t care or doesn’t understand these things you’re learning or doesn’t SHARE your enthusiasm, then your paths begin to grow apart and over time the gap becomes insurmountable.  If you want to stay married it takes BOTH parties to work out these growing/learning moments.  It takes honesty about yourself, valuing yourself and valuing the input of your partner.  It takes knowing what you are willing to compromise on and what you are not.

Basically it takes discussion.  Lots and lots of discussion.

I told my friend her own animosity to her husband was restricting his ability to get over his puritan-type raising.  Making demands he can’t fulfill because she’s too mad will do nothing to mend the relationship nor get her needs met.   She does have an “out” to slake her rising libido & release her tension.   A safe one and I heard her desires to take the choice.  I counseled her to take up the dialogue with her husband but not to put off her safe choice if its what she wants.  She was already on this road… being honest with him was their only option to try and save the marriage while she walked it.  I later told her to focus NOT on what her husband isn’t doing for her now… but to focus on how much she loves him.  To dwell on THAT part of her relationship with him and outsource what he can’t seem to give her.  If she truly wants her marriage to survive its growth she has to make loving him, the actually feeling of loving him, replace all the “I’m not getting this” unhappiness.  And, sadly, part of that is getting that “I want this..” elsewhere so it ceases to be the elephant crushing the marriage.  Will it survive?  Who knows… only both parties together can truly save it.

As to my other friend, who I can’t sit with and have a nice 2 hour discussion on the subject, I can only say, talk, talk, talk.  Talk with yourself about exactly what you feel you’re missing.  Write up a list of what you think he did that was the “spark” of “before”  and really look at it.  Can he do this again?  DO you still desire him?  What can he change to fix that, what can you change to spark him?  What is he open to doing to make both of you happy?

It’s not easy for a hedonist, for a highly sexual and open person to be monogamous.  We can love wholeheartedly and singly but often looking, flirting, lusting… its part of our nature and to think we can box it up and set it aside for “monogamy” for “maturity” for other people’s concept of “right” well, it is unrealistic.  If you are extremely lucky, like I am with my Sex God, you will find a partner who is just as hedonistic and sexual as yourself and on the same road in life.  And you’ll both happily love and for us just as happily avoid monogamy. lol

This link was an interesting little take on the subject of Sexless Marriages.

A Sexless Marriage Is Not OK

 

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My Bear

I mentioned at the beginning of the year I had a new man to enjoy but never really went beyond that.  Before anyone jumps to the conclusions that I’m looking for a replacement for Sex God, I am not.  He and I are very happy with each other (even after 4 years) and part of that happy is to NOT LIMIT our ability to play with others nor limit getting attached to others.   After my husband, I try very hard NOT to run/control/parent the life of my boyfriends!  It’s my natural talent and I’m good at and it can be a great asset but it also puts a strain on a relationship and changes the dynamics too much.  Sex God’s life is currently in a turmoil and I have to make sure I don’t get swept into the maelstrom.

So last fall I had opened my AFF profile for a conference but I was enjoying the emails and pursuit.  I was missing a few lovers who’ve fallen off my “grid” (i.e. they don’t contact me anymore) Tongue God & Hottie specifically, and wanted to fill that void.   I still wish I had a lovely Ultimate Cub to worship me and it is desires like this that drive me to the sites.  I kept asking myself, “Why are you bothering… isn’t your life complicated enough!?”  But I never completely felt the desire to close the profile so kept it open and at it answering emails & setting up dates that stood me up more often than not.

Until I met Bear.   I was optimistic at the meet and after our first play date I knew I’d found what I was looking for and I easily closed the profile sites.

He is not an Ultimate Cub and happily not an Ultimate Man.  What he is, though, is a wonderful possibility as a permanent threesome with Sex God.   Now he got his nickname due to his level of body hair, which I personally find enjoyable, so let’s get that questions outa the way.   He’s Sex God’s age so he’s had the wife & kids thing and has moved onto enjoying relationships as a discovery of his own hedonistic enjoyment.  Which is EXACTLY how Sex God and I view it.  An even better plus about him is he’s already explored a little of his bisexual side and loved it.  Although he’s more like my level of bisexuality than Sex God’s.  Bear doesn’t really look at men lustily but he does enjoy a “everybody touches, orally plays with & sexually enjoys everyone in the room” type of group play.   Just like me 😀

(Sex God always snarks that bisexuals are the MOST non-biased people cuz they love EVERYBODY!)

One of the things that makes a lover wonderful is just how attractive and wonderful he find ME.  I’m fully aware of how Narcissistic that sounds, but it doesn’t make it any less true.  When a man finds you extremely desirable and just goes on and on about how he loves all the personality parts you particularly enjoy about yourself AND your body also, well…. it just heightens the experience completely.  Bear finds me very sexy and just adores me in the bedroom.  He likes me outa it also, which is a big plus (!) and for the most part I really enjoy his company.  Is he as perfectly matched outside the bedroom as Sex God and I?  No, but on our last tryst we spent just as much time talking as we did having sex.  Most of my good FWB’s share that tendency and its NOT just cuz I’m an entertaining talker!  I’ve been with men I could tell weren’t interested in my conversation and they usually aren’t called back for a second play date. lol

And on to the having sex with Bear part that you’re all so eagerly waiting for.    Sluts haha

Every time I see Bear I’m always surprised by how attractive I find him.  That happens to me a lot since I tend to see/remember/keep in my mind just a person’s soul and less their physical appearance.  But particularly in Bear’s case I remember his cock.  Because it is quite the noteworthy thing.   Its about a quarter to a half inch longer than Sex God’s which means he can sometimes hit that perfect spot perfectly and sometimes too hard!   But he’s also thicker throughout.  And that has its own glorious appeal.   I love it in my hands, its a fun challenge in my mouth and it makes me squirt soooo much when its fucking me.

Now with Cocks there are so many variables to a great fit.  Thick can mean thick at the base but thin at the head or thick head with a thinner stock.  Length can be very subjective also depending on blood flow.  You can have a long or hugely thick cock but not very hard or too hard and you have to practically pry it away from the body!   A too thick cock can sometimes stretch you too much so you get a little sore quicker from the friction due to natural lubrication having a difficult time covering every area!   All I’ve personally experienced.

Phat Boy’s cock is short and thick headed, which makes him perfect for the way he fucks.  Tasty Man’s cock is thicker at the base & a little  on the long side for me.  Sex God’s cock fits like a glove.   But Bear’s cock is the type you fantasize about… the type you see is good porn, only not so long!  (I think porn cocks need to be extra long so the camera can get a good shot without him falling out!)

When we first met we talked for two hours and the horny glint in his eye as he walked me to the car was delicious.  But even more delicious was the way he took charge of my entertainment-mode babbling to end all conversation & move the moment into sex with a kiss.   That brought up my inner slut and he got instantly hard with her looking back at him.  I went a bit seductive and pressed myself against him which is what happens when a kiss turns me on that much.   He loved it and we quickly made a play date, regretting we couldn’t play right then and there.

The first night of sex with Bear was practically mind blowing.  See… he does special effects for a living so he’s really, really good with ropes.  And he’s naturally dominant in a way that works on me.  Since I’m a dominant myself it takes a certain type of dominant man to bring out my eager sub.  Bear does it nicely with a firm shove onto the bed and a pounce on top of me.  There was a lot of kissing.  There was a lot of him testing the limits of my own oral skills which blew his mind as I took up the challenge of going beyond my usual abilities with his demands to deep deep throat that long cock.

My efforts were rewarded when he pounded the squirt out of me.  Literally!  At the end of our second fuck session on that first night we had a pool of wet on his bed that was about 18″ long and 6″ wide!  Basically the area from my crotch to my knees was just soaked.    It was his girth and how he enjoys my favorite position as much as Sex God.  And how long he’ll pound me!   We fucked for a good 15-20 minutes before he came the first time.    Exhausted he tossed the condom & we chatted & cuddled as much as two sweat soaked people wanted to cuddle hahaha.   Before I realized it he was hard again after maybe 30 minutes!

Now I’m going to attribute that to his libido (whether pharmaceutical induced I don’t care & don’t know) because I’m not hot enough to rouse a sexually sated male unless he’s just naturally excessively horny!    And its obvious that Bear is a high libido hedonist just like Sex God and I, particularly since after he came the second time he lay next to me on his stomach almost as if he was “presenting” his ass to me.  When I stated that he grinned and said, “Maybe I am…”   I replied by giving him a bit of a spanking.  Then I ordered him to get up on his knees and I began to explore his ass in the way he obviously wanted me to.   He loved it, got hard, fucked me some more but, knowing he wouldn’t manage a third orgasm stopped when I’d obviously had enough orgasms to make me limp.

Hard to tell from this but I'm up on my knees with my weight on my shoulders & ropes up my crotch taking it like a good sub.

Hard to tell from this but I’m up on my knees with my weight on my shoulders & ropes up my crotch taking it like a good sub.

That first night with Bear was laced a lot with a “Oh, Sex God would love this… cock, ass, etc.”   And Bear was completely open for a threesome.  But we delayed because he wanted a bit more of just me before we jumped into that.  Although it took a month before we’d be able to play again.   And that second time he DID bring out the ropes and we had sooo much fun!  I’ve been tied up before, and I’ve had a bit of BDSM flogging toys used on me but only had minimum enjoyment out of it.   But Bear was just on a different level.  First off his flogger is wonderful.  Its less about pain as it makes more noise that really hurts.  Don’t get me wrong, it does hurt, but in a good way.  I cannot describe how it felt… as it can only be experienced… but he flogged my breasts that just got me creaming and then fucked me all tied up in a way that was such a challenge I loved every minute of it!

Bear is a perfect FWB is many ways.  Our second date we walked to a bar, had a couple drinks, talked & touched, walked back and had that wild rope night.    When together we can talk kids & Ex’s with easy comfort-ability.  We can even touch on politics although I suspect he is NOT a liberal like I haha… but then again I’ve got a lot of non-liberal tendencies from watching & reading too much SciFi…  so we connect on those.

But the best part is he’s an easy 15 minute drive away.   And while his schedule does make it difficult to try and connect sometimes as he has a VERY busy work schedule & his kid on some weekends he CAN host our trysts when he IS available.  THAT is a wonderful thing.

And I know you may be wondering how Sex God feels about all this.  Well, he thinks Bear and I are being selfish not sharing the “us” time with him. lol.. but I know he’s joking.  And we DID eventually have that threesome.  Which, if you all are very good… I’ll tell you all about in another blog 😀

 

 

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February 2014 Wrap Up.

Wow….  what a crazy month!  So crazy… let’s do a wrap up!

Start with Luke.  Months ago I noticed his drooping eyelid.  Just one eye, but he’s on medication for his High Anxiety and I’m a mother, so I worried.  Off we went to the Pediatrician who after finding nothing referred him to the Ophthalmologist, who also found nothing wrong so referred  him to the Neurologist.  This process took almost 9 months.  Finally got the Neurology appointment in February.   The Neurologist feels Luke has Ocular Myasthenia, an auto-immune disease where the immune cells are building at the nerve connection between eye & brain & blocking the signals to his eyelid.  It’s not something easily tested for but we pulled blood anyway, no surprise it was negative.   The only thing to do is watch it and see if it progresses. He may grow out of it, it may get worse.  But at least we know its not a reaction to his medication.  The dropping eyelid which has only happened about 6 times is his only symptom so THAT is a good sign.  I’m to watch for double vision & document it if it shows up again.

On to Evan!   He had a lot of fun in gym class this month as they played indoor hockey. (Remember I’m in SoCal lol we don’t do ice much)  I’ve always told him he’s got a natural eye/arm/talent for sports but he refuses to participate cuz he doesn’t like them.  Sigh… his brothers would kill for his accidental skill.  The time a softball gets hit to him and he just reaches up, does a little jump & it lands in his hand.  The time he’s the goalie in the hockey game & he shoots the puck back, yelling DENIED, & it somehow goes through EVERYONE’s legs & straight into the other goal.  Ironically, when his grades come back at the end of the month he’s managing to fail gym because he cannot run around the track.  But I personally don’t care if he fails gym.   I’m more concerned with the OTHER classes he’s failing!  Last semester he turned around his attitude.  Now he needs to turn around his performance.  But honestly, if he fails major classes he makes them up in free Summer School and that hefty boy is better off riding his bike to school during the summer than sitting home for 2 months.  He’s starting to come home with humorous stories of his day which is actually rather fun for all of us cuz he’s hilarious.

My brave scout

My brave scout

Conor got the Trifecta in February. The end of January I finally got to the blood draw his pediatrician ordered months ago.  The Phlebotomist is trying to take 3 vials outa my skinny little boy & halfway through the second one he passes out!  But as I witness this I notice his fist is clenched and kinda shaking & my instincts are crying, “seizure”.  We got him revived & I took him directly to the pediatrician & she ordered him to see a Neurologist.  Just in case.  An appointment I couldn’t get until next month.    Then Mid February Conor was at boy scouts and as they ran a physical fitness test a fellow scout got enthusiastic when getting past Conor & he kinda pushed him.  As he fell… he broke his arm!  I got the call cuz Luke only knew my phone number & they couldn’t find their father (who’s usual practice at scouts [like most of the parents] is to drop the kids off & do his own thing).  So Sex God and I rush back from date night & take Conor to the ER.  4 hours later we get home with a boy who’ left forearm is in a splint.  Conor was amazing though.  He didn’t cry once (even when it took 2 hours to get the pain killer), was tolerant and patient during the wait to get x-rayed & seen & splinted.  And  his pediatrician got him into a fabulous Ortho trama place the next morning to splint it.  He actually had more fear & tears during THAT than the entire break!  Topping off his Trifecta will be the fact he had another x-ray for his scoliosis and it’s gone from 7% to 11%.  But he gets to go to the great Orthopedics office that set his arm. lol

My new lover Bear was silent the ENTIRE month and I was really feeling he’d changed his mind about dating me.   But an accidental text to him got the whole gushing story of how much he’s been busy & sick for the month but still wants to see me.  And every so often I’ll go online and do a little searching for the perfect Cub to have my own Trifecta.

The downside of the month was the fact Sex God lost his job.  🙁

This was a real shock to him and threw him completely into a spiral.  At first he thought he’d get in on a clinical trial that would keep him nicely afloat for two months but when it fell through he was devastated.  Its been a rough month being enthusiastically upbeat for him while trying NOT to parent him with tons of “do this” and “did you try this” nagging.  He’s also been over a lot more, which I LOVE!  But I miss the gym when he’s over during the week & Thin Mints are here (!) & TWO favorite books from the library I devoured while snacking away & had to go off my thyroid medication while I waited for a doc appointment through Obamacare & being off that med is known to cause to gain weight so I’m like up to 150 pounds!!  Sex God thinks I’m just as luscious as ever but “I” don’t & Coachella is a month and a half away!!!

So this job loss has Sex God deciding he needs to try looking for a job 2 hours away because the cost of living in Los Angeles in THIS job market is harsh.  So I’m enjoying seeing him while I can!

February was also Sex God & my 4 year anniversary. 😀  He celebrated a combo anniversary & valentines day present with tickets to see a wonderful band Phantogram at the Ventura theater.  Bought before he lost his job, of course.  I drove & it was the huge downhill on the way there when my little Corolla shifted into low gear automatically & stayed there.  It happened after I applied the brakes & made me realize I needed to get it into the shop!  I have to wait until March when I get paid, but I think the training of Luke on how to drive has really done a number on my brakes (he’s doing great behind the wheel by the way).   But the concert was fabulous and I tried a Fireball shot.  Yummy!!

March will be just as insane, judging from my calendar!  Hopefully there will be more fun, sexual adventures and less, broken arms & neurology appointments!

 

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White Smile Center Tijuana Dentist or rather MORE dental work… yay

Well it has been almost two years since I went to TJ to get my teeth worked on.  At that time I first went down there for just 2 teeth, they found 4 more and offered me a deal to fix all 6. I was really, really torn as this kind of huge decision should take a bit of thinking before I jumped in, but with an almost 2.5 hour drive I had to decide RIGHT then.  So I did it.  I got it done.
Then months later one of their crowns pops off.  In my busy life of single-momdom I’m trying to find the time to get back down to Tijuana to get it put back on, but with the three kids & a full time job my schedule is incredibly tight!  And since I get paid by the hour and I’m barely making ends meet my tooth is a constant nag I manage to neglect.  When I finally get to a local dentist she explains my gums have grown over the space and she can’t put the crown back on as she’s not equipped to surgically cut away gum.  She also explains the problem with a crown that I never knew.  They have to shave down the outside of your tooth to get a nice smooth fit.  And so if there is extensive work on the inside sometimes there is not enough strong tooth to be such a support for a crown.
Wow.. I had no idea! In my 50 years, I’ve had TONS of cavities, crowns, root canals and I already had two implants.  And through all that I still ate gum, popcorn, brushed and flossed and while I might have a filling pop off, never a crown.  Until then.   I’m worried because I couldn’t tell if it was THEIR work or just serendipity.
Then I see on the TJ dentist (White Smile Center) website they offer a lifetime guarantee!  Oh, but when I call to make an appointment to fix this crown they tell me the guarantee is not on the work “I” had done.  No, I opted for the cheaper crowns, they tell me, and its not guaranteed.  But the work has to get done & I trust they are still cheaper than a local dentist so I make an appointment.  And this time I try the train to get there instead of driving.  BIG mistake.  While the train was relaxing and leisurely… the bus/trolley to the border took almost another hour!  Plus the stress of missing a train on the way home sucked!
Once down in TJ I’m faced with getting a new crown and hope it stays on better or remove the tooth and put an implant in.  But I’m armed with the knowledge from the local dentist that the tooth is pretty thin and it may not take and I want a permanent solution.  So I opt for the removal and the implant.  Which costs me another $1500.00.  They try to talk me into paying for a sinus lift as the implant they want to put in there is too long.  And the shorter one may not fit the size of the hole they’re planning on making.  I say go for the shorter one and we’ll chance it.  I can’t afford another $1000 for a lift!
So the process begins but this time I didn’t bring cash so I got to do something new.  They tell me they want to send some pain killer and antibiotic home with me.  I’m all, “Fine” and they say, well if you don’t have the cash you’ll have to go with our assistant to the pharmacy to buy it.  I’m thinking…. what?  You’ve shot me up with Novocaine and now I get to walk (WALK!) a few blocks down to stand there looking like an idiot while the girl translates what the pharmacists asks.  No, I’m not uncomfortable at ALL!  And this time, no one offers me lunch… but they DO manage to take a nice long siesta, while my Novocaine “takes” and of course they have to shoot me up again when they finally get back because that siesta was longer than an hour.  Such a huge waste of time is really annoying to this Type A- personality.
Finally its done and they tell me I can’t blow my nose for 4 weeks! Cuz they DID do the sinus lift, which I didn’t approve.  They hint “they can’t ask me to pay some they did it without my approval.. but….”   *hopeful silence*  “But no”, I say, they are eating the cost of that. The implant is in, but I have to go back in about 6 weeks to get the crown done while my body is integrating the bone grafting they put around it and my gums are healing from the cutting they had to do. And I’m worried about my other teeth cuz they had to hammer to break up the tooth and then hammer again to push the bone into the sinus lift it so there was enough space to fit the implant.
I now know how many hits to the head I can take.. hahahahaha  Because it was “tap tap tAP TAP BANG” over and over again.  My limit was 15 Bangs before I thought I was seeing stars.
Overall it sucked. Having your mouth open for many straight hours kind of makes your jaw very achy! So in the recovery  I have to exercise my jaw, but the stitches are also cutting the inside of the lip so I had to go for minimum movement for days & days!  I was allowed to breathe thru the nose and sniffle but they don’t want excessive pressure on my sinuses like nose blowing. And they warn me not to hold in any sneezes hahaha  I know they’re serious but it still feels comedic to be so conscious of nasal activity.
As if that isn’t bad enough.. a few months later when I went to Coachella 2013 another one of their crowns popped off!!  This time on the opposite side!  I could barely eat on Day 3 because that’s a Sunday and there isn’t a dentists office open.  Thankfully I found Jackson Dentist, a WONDERFUL place who took me in that Monday.  They were surprised at the quality of the work on the crown as it didn’t fit and had a GAP!  That’s why it most likely popped off.  They cemented it back as best they could and when I phoned & emailed White Smile Center Tijuana Dentistry  the x-rays from the Coachella dentist with the obvious gaps and said, “How can I trust you with the last cap or ANY work after this?  Will you make it right?”  what did they say?   “I’ll get back to you.”
Not a peep from them since.
Different value system, I guess.  I’m sticking with local dentists.  Cuz if I’m going to drive 2.5 hours for dental work, I can do it in Indio and at least have a great night partying with the locals afterword!  Sex God and Lover have practically a Party Posse out there!
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Polyamory Part One

How you THINK I'd do Poly

How you THINK I’d do Poly

Could have SWORN I published this last week, before the Part Two but the site says I didn’t soooo… here it is.

I’ve always stated I’m Polyamorous even though I’ve been unable to actually live that way.  Mostly I make this claim due to my love of flirting and being lusted.  And the fact that I feel I love my Sex God so much I want to share that and him and, well, love as many as my heart can hold.  The other weekend I got maybe as close as I might get to a Triad.  Now to be clear, being Poly is different from being just in an open relationship.  Sex God and I have been that for the past, sheesh, almost four years!  In our open relationship we’ve defined it that we are BF/GF and love each other but we also date/see/play with other people.  Being Poly is defined  as being in more than one actual relationship. 

So for the past four years I have my other lovers and I try out new ones when the occasion arises, and drop others as our interest wanes but I’m not really in a relationship with any of them other than casual affectionate friendship.  Yet there is a large part of me that would like to be with people that all desire each other both in and out of the bedroom.  I like my favorites… I kind of wish they all could meet, get along and spend time with me together, openly… as a lifestyle.  

But in all honestly the fantasy notion seems impossible.  Most people feel lucky to find ONE person to have this level of bonding with much less more than one.  Yet I know there are people out there doing it.  Hell I went to a party of 300 people currently in this lifestyle!  And for a couple of years now Sex God and I seemed to be on the verge of it.  Of course one would expect that I would be the focus (or nucleus or tip or anchor or whatever they call it) of the Triad but it is Sex God who has become this.  Sex God is bisexual.  I’m just bi-affectionate. lol  While I enjoy another woman in my bed to caress and kiss… they are WAY too much work for me to satisfy in any way.   And while my lovers may be up for a threesome they get a little uncomfortable if I tell them he’s bisexual and how orgy-like I’d prefer that threesome to be.

So Sex God has his lovers and I have mine and rarely do they crossover.  They have sometimes and it was fun but it wasn’t a good mix for long term.   For instance, Sex God had a regular lover who I met and we tried to play.   I did my best to like this man for Sex God’s sake, because I loved his happiness and having this part of himself satisfied made me very, very happy.  But I wasn’t attracted to his lover in any way, could barely understand his accented English & he had the oddest way of interacting with me.   After a year & half of their relationship I saw a steady decline in Sex God that was very, very bad.  I finally had to draw a line of “he goes or I walk” as his chosen plaything had become obsessed with him, saw me as a major rival & led him down a road of bad choices, which isn’t my story to tell so that’s all I can say about it.  Don’t get me wrong, I knew I had Sex God’s heart but watching him destroy himself was too much, so I used my clout for both mine and his sake.

And it worked.  He made a clean break (or as clean as he could from this, now stalker, lover)  He got healthy.  He remembered US.  He spent so much time with me I had absolutely none for any other lovers, lmao.   And its at this point in every romance movie, when the hero… ego all broken, begs forgiveness from the heroine… that the couple tie the knot/get married and live happily ever after.  But that’s not us…. as we aren’t normal/average/usual.

We are Poly.

In all that… those last months of trying to clean break the plaything… Sex God reconnects with a lover from a year ago.  And they begin seeing each other regularly.  (Now you have to understand that dating in the Gay scene is more about sex than anything else… so there is a lot of passion and sex and very little talking and cuddling lol)    But then this lover takes him on a weekend trip to Palm Springs.  Now understand that through all this Sex God is CONSTANTLY checking with me to make sure I’m okay with him seeing this guy.   He’s showering me with sex and attention and not holding back any detail of his feelings or activities.  And I’m fine with his new interest.  The man sounds much more sane than the Stalker and Sex God respects him.  I can tell by the way he talks about him.  SG used to complain about the Stalker all the time.  Particularly because Stalker would text him when he knew he was with me.

Anyway.. I’m all for the weekend away.  Sex God needs it and who can pass up the opportunity to be the Princess for a day or two.  As this lover wines and dines him.  Yet on this trip he did more than that.  He cuddled and talked too.  He opened up to Sex God on a level SG’d not had from another male he’s been intimate with.  When he got back he was like a kid in a candy store telling me all about his great time.

And I surprised myself with my own reactions.   I got sad.   Intellectually I was very, very happy that my love was happy.  But emotionally… there was this little girl who lost friend after friend growing up when they found someone better, who didn’t date until out of high school.  I could feel myself distancing my heart as if bracing for the loss of my Sex God.   And he could feel it to.

So we did what every Poly person does.  We talked the SHIT out of it! lol   I knew what I was feeling was insecurity based.  I didn’t feel jealous, more like he was “moving on” & I was mourning the loss.  And intellectually I wasn’t going to throw away my love over such a childish emotion.    Ultimately what turned me around was his erection.  As soon as I saw his hard cock, my favorite toy of ALL, I just melted into WANT which made the little childish emotion go “poof”.  (See part of the problem is when he’s had THAT much ass play NO blood can get to his cock to make it hard and my hind-brain thinks he doesn’t lust me.  No matter how much he kisses and says it, until his cock is hard, I have trouble believing it.)

We settled into a trade off routine.  There would be days of Lover getting SG’s ass and days where I’d get SG’s cum, as he often cannot ejaculate with their type of play.  Its’ not that usual, but not that unusual for Sex God.  When I play with his ass with a toy or fingers he can’t cum, either.  So after a good pounding his dick is pretty limp.  Sensitive as hell, but limp, limp, limp.   And I was fine with this arrangement.  I had the Lust of my Sex God and that’s what I feared losing.. not his love.  He’d never stop loving me. I know that to my core.

Anyway, SG’s Lover knew about me and I knew of him and we’d been talking about meeting and playing together for months.  And then Sex God springs it on me that Lover wants to take us both out dancing.  I wasn’t really in the mood for dancing when he suggested it but I’m INCREDIBLY practical and I realized with the holidays and End-Of-Year at work I was going to be insanely busy for months.   So I leaped and said yes.  Because secretly I’d hoped he be as attracted to me as to Sex God and we could ALL share in the relationship.  Lusted by two who lusted each other was, I think, my unacknowledged goal.

So the night comes and I’m debating what to wear and laughing at myself.  I want to impress the Lover, cuz I want him to like/lust me… but he’s not Bi, he’s Gay.  We’re going dancing and I usually like to look sexy… but we’re dancing at a Gay bar.  What DOES a straight woman wear to a Gay dance club….?  Anything she damn well wants! Ha!  So I settle on an outfit that works with low heeled boots and jeans that still accentuates my curves.  And is sleeveless even though its December.. cuz I expect it to be hot and packed!

The moment comes when SG’s Lover walks into the apartment and I get to meet him.  And I like him.  He’s a handsome man and very stylish.  Not really much of my type but half the time my “type” is the level of lust in a man’s eyes.  And all Lover’s lust was directed at Sex God.  lol   We pile into Sex God’s car and head out and get all the way there chatting the whole while when I realize I left my I.D. at home.  I’m so used to NOT being carded in any way (being 50!) that I completely forgot it.  Lover says, “Well, we’ll just go back.  It’s not that far (it kinda was) and we’ve got all night.”   No fuss, no drama, no guilt, it was very refreshing.  It was at that point that I realized he didn’t see me as competition for Sex God.  THAT was very nice.

So on to the club we go.  It was much too expensive for me to want to do it regularly but a very nice place.  Vaulted ceilings and half naked male eye candy in Speedos on the bar & catwalk.   It was Brittney Spears night since it was her birthday, so the music was SUCKED, but we danced to it anyway.  And I had a blast!  I danced with Sex God and Lover and all three of us together.  We dirty danced, individually danced and at one point Lover swung me around like I knew how to Swing dance!  I genuinely laughed so many times in the evening, by the end of it I really, really liked Lover as a person.

Then we went home to Sex God’s efficiency apartment and double bed….   but that’s another story   😀

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