Tuesday, January 28, 2014
An amazing travel blog worth a read
Across Russia, through Mongolia…the adventure starts here
My friend and former roommate Matthew Richard Edward German is one of the most adventurous people I've met so far and he did us the favour of documenting one such adventure via wordpress. One day he will cure cancer, he's just that kind of guy.
http://throughthesewideeyes.wordpress.com
My friend and former roommate Matthew Richard Edward German is one of the most adventurous people I've met so far and he did us the favour of documenting one such adventure via wordpress. One day he will cure cancer, he's just that kind of guy.
http://throughthesewideeyes.wordpress.com
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
What I Want From Sex
As a celibate being (http://softpinkpetals.blogspot.ca/2013/12/celibacy.html), I have a lot of time to think about sex outside of the throes of having it. Therefore, a lot of time to fantasize about what I want sex to look like once I start having it again. I believe that there is a lot more possibility to sex than I have experienced. I have seen flashes of what is possible through my various relationships and the occasional one night stand that worked out well. I remember one particular experience with my 2nd boyfriend, whom I had my 1st good sex with. He was going down on me and knew that I was about to have an orgasm and so he slowed down to draw out the experience and make it more intense. I haven't had a similar experience since then, and that was 10 years ago.
One thing I know for sure is that I would like both my partner and I to experience many orgasms with each other before any penis in vagina action. I would like us to become well acquainted with one another, first mentally, then physically. I guess what I'm looking for is a relationship really, but not like the relationships I've had in the past. I feel ready to hold out until someone worthwhile comes along and rocks my boat. It gives me time to work on my own projects without having to share my mind-space with another person. One such project being my sexuality, others being music, art, and perhaps a career in midwifery.
Why did I always feel this rush to have sex in the past? I felt that once I started flirting with someone, that I was supposed to have sex with them. I know that this behavior was often the direct result of low self-esteem and alcohol, but those are not the only pieces to the puzzle. While I was on my cross Canada train adventure (http://kauaiianvagabond.blogspot.ca/2014/01/toronto-to-vancouver-on-train.html) I had an interesting experience with a fellow. We were getting a bit close one the train physically, snuggling up to each other and such, when one the 3rd day he asked if he could kiss me. I didn't immediately say yes because I was not sure that was what I wanted from the situation, but we further discussed it and even cleared up what he meant. I had assumed that by saying he wanted to kiss me, that it would automatically turn into a make-out session. He told me that kissing was different from making-out and that a simple, but intimate, kiss would be satisfying. And so, with clear communication about the situation, I felt quite comfortable engaging in this way with him and did not regret the experience.
Another conclusion that I have been able to come to by limiting my physical interactions, is the realization that the feeling of caring about someone does not only come from having sex with them. The same feelings can be built off of a mental connection and the conscious decision not to have a physical relationship. And in these instances I think the feeling of caring is much more strong and stable and causes me much less stress.
One thing I know for sure is that I would like both my partner and I to experience many orgasms with each other before any penis in vagina action. I would like us to become well acquainted with one another, first mentally, then physically. I guess what I'm looking for is a relationship really, but not like the relationships I've had in the past. I feel ready to hold out until someone worthwhile comes along and rocks my boat. It gives me time to work on my own projects without having to share my mind-space with another person. One such project being my sexuality, others being music, art, and perhaps a career in midwifery.
Why did I always feel this rush to have sex in the past? I felt that once I started flirting with someone, that I was supposed to have sex with them. I know that this behavior was often the direct result of low self-esteem and alcohol, but those are not the only pieces to the puzzle. While I was on my cross Canada train adventure (http://kauaiianvagabond.blogspot.ca/2014/01/toronto-to-vancouver-on-train.html) I had an interesting experience with a fellow. We were getting a bit close one the train physically, snuggling up to each other and such, when one the 3rd day he asked if he could kiss me. I didn't immediately say yes because I was not sure that was what I wanted from the situation, but we further discussed it and even cleared up what he meant. I had assumed that by saying he wanted to kiss me, that it would automatically turn into a make-out session. He told me that kissing was different from making-out and that a simple, but intimate, kiss would be satisfying. And so, with clear communication about the situation, I felt quite comfortable engaging in this way with him and did not regret the experience.
Another conclusion that I have been able to come to by limiting my physical interactions, is the realization that the feeling of caring about someone does not only come from having sex with them. The same feelings can be built off of a mental connection and the conscious decision not to have a physical relationship. And in these instances I think the feeling of caring is much more strong and stable and causes me much less stress.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
My Heart
The mountains encase my heart
In a thick layer of sediment and lava rock
Unpenetrable to the strongest drills
The most powerful explosives
My heart is mine
Not something to be harvested
I don't believe in taking something
that is not yours to take
If it is offered
Accept gracefully
Gently &
appreciatively
Take care to show the respect
which it deserves
For I do not give my heart
lightly
My heart is not
a discarded item in a free box
Or a ripe yellow pear
Hanging at arms reach over a peeling fence
It is a shiny treasure
kept safe in the most secret of places
It is beautiful scent
That takes years to locate
And I intend to keep it that way :)
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
My Love…Esmerelda
My grandfather recently mentioned my love life in a phone conversation we had and I promptly replied, "my bicycle is my love life." I thought it was pretty fitting considering my current circumstances.
My love of cycling has been a lifelong development that began as a child. I saw photographic evidence of myself riding around balancing a fun-noodle on my helmet. But my biggest breakthrough in my relationship to cycling came recently when I was a bicycle courier in downtown Toronto for 4 glorious months. My senses were honed, my physical ability tested and my capacity for danger expanded. I joined a secret club, earned through my growing love and appreciation for that a bicycle can become when it is the source of your livelihood. It sustained me and in return I grew attached to this glorious machine: lemon-lime green with purple handlebar tape and a pink chain. Sleek and simple Esmerelda and I are good friends. She takes care of me: mentally, physically, socially and in return I have learned how to take care of her: regrease, lubricate, adjust. It's a symbiotic relationship.
My love of cycling has been a lifelong development that began as a child. I saw photographic evidence of myself riding around balancing a fun-noodle on my helmet. But my biggest breakthrough in my relationship to cycling came recently when I was a bicycle courier in downtown Toronto for 4 glorious months. My senses were honed, my physical ability tested and my capacity for danger expanded. I joined a secret club, earned through my growing love and appreciation for that a bicycle can become when it is the source of your livelihood. It sustained me and in return I grew attached to this glorious machine: lemon-lime green with purple handlebar tape and a pink chain. Sleek and simple Esmerelda and I are good friends. She takes care of me: mentally, physically, socially and in return I have learned how to take care of her: regrease, lubricate, adjust. It's a symbiotic relationship.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Pam
Wonderful things happen
when people utter your name
it's as if they summon
your spirit, your beauty
to the very tips of their tongue.
Pam, and then a flicker from
a match lights a candle, light floods
a room, then -
Pam, a soft whisper is carried
through someone's ear
secrets stored in the heart
all too long and then -
Pam, a friend smiles
after days of uncertainty
after hours of moments
without smiles
and so you
Pam, harbour magic in your bones
challenge fear by throwing
stones, you
grow and stretch and love
once there's nothing else left to be shown
only wonderful things
happen when people utter your name
By: Whitney French
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Black Babies Cost Less To Adopt
http://www.npr.org/2013/06/27/195967886/six-words-black-babies-cost-less-to-adopt
contributed by: Whitney French
contributed by: Whitney French
Don’t Forget To Hold It In
It’s fitting to begin this tale by informing you that my desk used to be a bathroom. We all know that behind the desk is a bathroom, and I know for sure ‘cause I hear all of your squeezy, breezy pee-shakes and poos. Now, I’m a gassy girl and between the desk and the bathroom is a space I like to call the “stink zone.” I consume foods I know will make the shift a fart, shit, and shart-filled fest. Holding it in is seldom an option. I like farting more than I like pretending I don’t fart. Don’t call me anal. I’m a loose cannon.
One particular evening I felt a fart quite inspired. He was conjured of a lethal mix of cabbage, lima bean, and potato, and he was begging to be let free, a-knocking at my back door from the inside. There’s a reason a lady such as myself lifts her bum to release her fumes. I fear a fart, instead of exiting stage pants, will travel upcrack to a place called the Red Cave, otherwise known as my vagina. As a real phenomenon, it goes without saying I don’t want an assfart hanging out in my pussy. Bad vibes, there. On this chilly winter’s night at the Second Cup Training Centre, a little butt guy made the trek up to Puss Valley, and this is what happened.
Fart Guy is met at the opening of the cave by the gatekeeper, a flippity-floppity talks-with-his-hands labia named Tough.
“Nah-nah-nah, where do you think you’re going, pal?” Tough’s tough.
“I was just hoping to get warm—” started the conniving little fart.
“We don’t let riffraff like you stink up joints like this. Take a hike before I eject you myself!”
“C’mon man,” farty-boy pleads, “you and I both know this club’s not exclusive.”
“For you it is, now scram!”
“Yeah, well, this place is old news anyway. It’s seen better days, dontcha think?”
“I ain’t saying nothin’.”
“Listen,” the vapour of anus tries, “I could spruce up this puss, build up a buzz, you know, event planning, promotions. You should see what I done next door! Tons of action!”
“I don’t wanna know.”
“I could be the breath of fresh air that loosens up this hole. Don’t you yearn for those red carpet days when not just any ol’ dick, tongue, and silicone prick came through here? I can attract the business, I’m tellin’ ya.”
“It was an exciting time…” Tough’s going soft! “Okay fine, just don’t stain the carpets. We need this place looking pristine, kapeesh?”
And so, several renovations, relaunches and painful realizations later, my vagina became the party capital of the Second Cup Training Centre. At long last. And Fart Guy? Well, he threw himself off Pussy Cliff and made the “stink zone” what it is today: a place no one wants to be. The office smells and it’s all your fault, Fart Guy! You’ve made working here a pleasure just for me.
By: Andrea Werhun
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Tree & Poetry Love
One of my best friends Whitney has a kick-ass blog and poetry-bucking tumblr site that I thought I would share because it's worth taking a look. She is featured on this blog with her poetry and contributions of relevant links and news stories. She is one of the most amazing women I know:
http://writinginatree.com
http://poetrybusker.tumblr.com
http://writinginatree.com
http://poetrybusker.tumblr.com
Friday, January 3, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Trying to find an apartment in Portland
My friends and I spent last night making a video for an apartment I want to land in Portland. Everyone cross your fingers for me :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XU22OFynWqY&feature=youtu.be
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XU22OFynWqY&feature=youtu.be
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