I may not get a husband from these damn dating sites--hell, I can't even get a boyfriend--but I have gotten a computer repairman, lawyer, stockbroker, and tattoo artist.
I bet you didn't know that online dating sites also double as the yellow pages.
Oral Man and MMA both work with technology. Trust me, not only have I used them for sex but they've fixed a computer problem here and there.
Lana may need a lawyer for a type of case that The Lawyer's practice represents.
A couple of The Fluffers are going to need some retirement planning so I better keep The Stockbroker around until he sets up their 401Ks. Even though I call him The Stockbroker, he did specify that he works primarily with setting up retirement packages.
When Sunny D thought she might need to do some major plumbing work on her house, she called me and asked, "Can you date a plumber next?"
And today, I received an email from a tattoo artist looking for a date for his last night in So Cal. I've been meaning to add to my tattoo work.
Technically, the word "whore" describes women (and men) who use their sexuality for power and gain. Prostitutes are women (and men) use charge money for sex. But in the spirit of commerce, I can't decide whether I should change the name of the blog from Embracing My Inner Whore to Embracing My Inner Prostitute.
But, I never offered sex to Oral Man nor MMA to fix my computer. In fact, I didn't even have sex with them on those occasions.
I'm fairly certain that if Lana follows through with the lawsuit, and retains The Lawyer, he will not take blow jobs -- even my "gold-medal" BJs-- in place of cash.
And I ain't fuckin' a plumber. For anyone.
And if I want to go back to being technical, I am not using my sexuality to gain power. I don't want to control these men. I don't want advancement, money, an expense account for clothes and jewelry . . . wait a second, yes I do.
I want power over love, which may be impossible. I'll find that out. But I can't use my sexuality to dominate an idea.
So I guess the blog should be called Embracing My Inner Promiscuity. I am on several different dating sites ranging from those who act more like chaperons from the 1800s to those who act more like pimps and madams. I say it's all in the name of a sociological experiment, but really, I'm just being promiscuous.
Nelly Furtado broke into the music world with her song "Promiscuous Girl."
But, when does sexual liberation become shameful? How promiscuous can I be and maintain my self-respect? What role does motive play in defining a woman embracing sexual freedom and a woman embracing self-degradation?
Each woman can only decide that for herself. With that in mind, I guess it's up to me when promiscuity becomes synonymous with self-degradation. As I travel this road I will have to ignore the projections of other people's definitions. Especially if I'm gonna freakin' blog about it.
Embracing My Inner Sexual Freedom just doesn't have the same zing.
Embracing My Inner Promiscuous Girl could be get sued by Nelly Furtado.
And I really do need to tattoo work done. But Sunny D is just gonna have to shit on the back lawn.
I bet you didn't know that online dating sites also double as the yellow pages.
Oral Man and MMA both work with technology. Trust me, not only have I used them for sex but they've fixed a computer problem here and there.
Lana may need a lawyer for a type of case that The Lawyer's practice represents.
A couple of The Fluffers are going to need some retirement planning so I better keep The Stockbroker around until he sets up their 401Ks. Even though I call him The Stockbroker, he did specify that he works primarily with setting up retirement packages.
When Sunny D thought she might need to do some major plumbing work on her house, she called me and asked, "Can you date a plumber next?"
And today, I received an email from a tattoo artist looking for a date for his last night in So Cal. I've been meaning to add to my tattoo work.
Technically, the word "whore" describes women (and men) who use their sexuality for power and gain. Prostitutes are women (and men) use charge money for sex. But in the spirit of commerce, I can't decide whether I should change the name of the blog from Embracing My Inner Whore to Embracing My Inner Prostitute.
But, I never offered sex to Oral Man nor MMA to fix my computer. In fact, I didn't even have sex with them on those occasions.
I'm fairly certain that if Lana follows through with the lawsuit, and retains The Lawyer, he will not take blow jobs -- even my "gold-medal" BJs-- in place of cash.
And I ain't fuckin' a plumber. For anyone.
And if I want to go back to being technical, I am not using my sexuality to gain power. I don't want to control these men. I don't want advancement, money, an expense account for clothes and jewelry . . . wait a second, yes I do.
I want power over love, which may be impossible. I'll find that out. But I can't use my sexuality to dominate an idea.
So I guess the blog should be called Embracing My Inner Promiscuity. I am on several different dating sites ranging from those who act more like chaperons from the 1800s to those who act more like pimps and madams. I say it's all in the name of a sociological experiment, but really, I'm just being promiscuous.
Nelly Furtado broke into the music world with her song "Promiscuous Girl."
But, when does sexual liberation become shameful? How promiscuous can I be and maintain my self-respect? What role does motive play in defining a woman embracing sexual freedom and a woman embracing self-degradation?
Each woman can only decide that for herself. With that in mind, I guess it's up to me when promiscuity becomes synonymous with self-degradation. As I travel this road I will have to ignore the projections of other people's definitions. Especially if I'm gonna freakin' blog about it.
Embracing My Inner Sexual Freedom just doesn't have the same zing.
Embracing My Inner Promiscuous Girl could be get sued by Nelly Furtado.
And I really do need to tattoo work done. But Sunny D is just gonna have to shit on the back lawn.
3 comments:
No matter how you define it, you are exploring a new world for yourself and you are getting great material. My biggest admonition would be to stay safe and sane too. As long as you keep feeling like the goddess you are, then keep going, but when you don't, stop.
Can you date a mechanic next? Thanks!
Like you, recently I was thinking about the varied congregation of men I've slept with in my lifetime and was kind of amazed. Either I was a big,fat whore ho or I subconsciously subscribe to the theory that variety is truly the spice of life.
So, do guys with "fancy" professions (doctor, lawyer, investment banker, stock broker) make better lovers ? I say no.
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