Hi gang,
I realized tonight that I haven’t talked with you in
quite some time. My daily life just tends to carry me ever onwards and I look
at the calendar and see weeks have gone by and I’ve just been existing on a
day-to-day basis, I suppose this is much like most of us do.
I made a supper tonight from the current issue of Cooking
Light, the cover dish in fact. Here is the recipe:
I was also drinking several glasses of the most delicious
wine from Crane Lake, their Riesling, which I adore. Locally, the price is only
$3.99 per bottle and I keep a good supply on hand of this and their Pinot
Grigio. I used to drink lots of French Bordeaux but I’ve found that the whites
work better for my taste buds and the foods I tend to cook rather than the
reds. I can chill it, put ice in it, sip while cooking and dancing around the
kitchen to music from The Who (tonight’s selections).
I probably had too much since I’m a bit tipsy right now.
But the food is done, dishes are in the washer, and bed is something I can just
fall into, so I’m good for the moment.
I’ve been thinking about sex lately in relationship to my
daughter. I forwarded her the Huffington Post article on women and
masturbation. I’m not sure if she does it or not yet, she’s a teenage and she’s
been home with tutors for the past few years due to medical issues so she has
no real time alone since both of us are home nearly full time now. She keeps
her door closed most of the time due to her sleeping or trying to drown out my
husband on work calls and we knock and enter when she says it’s okay but as far
as I can tell she’s always reading fan fiction and listening to YouTube music
and not masturbating to porn videos lol!
She’s pretty shy and inhibited in some ways even if we
are not and, frankly, if that is her version of being rebellious and opposite
to us, well, inhibitions can be conquered and overcome and at least she’s not
taking meth or pulling a train at some football game somewhere and coming home
crawling with diseases. (Thank you God, says the atheist.)
I started masturbating when I was 14 and haven’t stopped
since and that was decades ago and no, I’m not telling you my real age. If I
could do it more, I would but housework and groceries and driving and other
things not sexual just get in the way of a good wank, ya know? LOL
I’ve read that masturbation, in specific ejaculation, can
help men reduce their prostate cancer rates but I have no definitive studies to
point to that support that. I’ve encouraged my husband to masturbate as often
as he feels the need (and have eagerly offered my help if he wants a partner)
and feel that it’s absolutely nothing to get my panties in a bunch over. Just
as long as he doesn’t get cum in the keyboard, I’m cool. I’d rather he wack off
over Sheena Shaw or Angie Jolie or whomever that go seeking something strange
on the side.
Speaking of porn, we both get our rocks off over John
Thompson’s German Goo Girls series. I stumbled across them about 10 years ago
and couldn’t believe my eyes. With the beautiful women like Cissie and
Magdelena and Annette and just so much cum it was astounding. I think I
probably masturbated to his films more than any others over the years. I’ve
never had the serious, actual desire to be gangbanged and receive a bukkake in
real life but fantasy is a totally different matter. I think if I could find
the alternative universe where STDs did not exist and pregnancy was a conscious
thing in the mind of the woman that could be totally turned off regardless and
jealousy was never an issue, then maybe, maybe, I’d sign up for that. But I’ve
touched on this fantasy universe in previous entries so I don’t need to go over
that again.
Robert Anton Wilson wrote several wonderful books, one in particular
called “Schrodinger's Cat: The Universe Next Door” and
I often think of what those alternative universes could be like if I could
visit.
Well, that’s it for tonight I think. The wine has worn
off and I’ve got a bit of a headache from that and it’s already near midnight
so I need to get some sleep. I need to get the cat to the vet and the dog has
hurt her leg or shoulder or something and is now crying in pain randomly and I
need to get her in as well. Tomorrow’s a school day for us and we need to be up
at 6 a.m. to get things ready for the tutor who comes at 9. And, no, not that
kind of come!
Stay frosty,
Kara
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