If that thing could talk….

I got my new mattress today!  Which means that Mr K gets mine, and his will be going to a good home.
But it’s kinda sad to see it go… you’ve never seen a spare bed with such a long and illustrious provenance 🙂  I mean honestly!  How many of our friends have had crashed the night and gotten up to who knows what in the back room at Borys’ place…….   ’tis the end of an era 😉

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Kermit the Hulk might have minty fresh cock breath… he IS kinda green!

We went to the Old Church at Byron Bay for the weekend with Fav BIL, Nemain, Miss CL, NMdG,  Carrot Cake, Yale, Mr K, myself, Roz and Orlando.  It started out as NMdG wanting to go away to Caloundra with about 4 of us for the weekend as a farewell for them before they move to the UK.  But as much as that sounded like fun, I thought the church sounded like a goer if we could get enough of us together.

The Old Church in Byron Bay what fits up to a dozen people comfortably – We managed to get 10 like minded individuals on the invite list, and luckily everyone seemed keen and able to make it along.  We went down on Friday night, and everyone was excited, it’s fun to get away and do something a little out of the ordinary like this, and everyone was in a holiday and party kinda mood.  We got pretty drunk, sat around speaking a lot of rubbish and ended late in the night sitting around talking in the choir loft.

In the morning, we had a fantastic brekkie and then I dragged everyone down to S(A)X leather for some shopping.  It was kinda fun to see how everyone liked the place.  They only have a little showroom, but they have heaps of stock crammed into that little space.  Quite a few of the items on display raised a few eyebrows and seemed to get the guys visibly wincing quite frequently.  🙂   I bought myself e a nice little belt.  I’ve needed one for ages, since I dropped some weight, but never found one I liked…  it should turn up in the mail later this week. Yay for retail therapy!  🙂  One of our party, who shall remain nameless, bought a pair of wrist restraints, and it was so cute to watch everyone playing with them for the afternoon…  quite the novelty!!!  We also popped into this strange Happy Herb shop in Byron that Yale recommended, and I picked up some Tongan Kava which might make a good muscle relaxant for my back…. will have to wait and see about that.  The afternoon was spent in drunken ping pong while I cooked dinner and everyone was well and truly toasted by the time the food hit the table.  When the dinner was finally all done, and I was out of danger of losing a finger on the hideously blunt knives, I went out and had a smoke and caught up with the drunkards really quickly… off with the pixies before we knew it….

After dinner, we hung out, got drunk, had strange conversations, got more drunk, strange conversations turned to talking absolute trash, drunker and drunker, talking trash turned to true confessions and so on and so forth….. everyone was drunkety drunk drunk, and having a great time.  I got to know everyone much better than I ever thought I would which was fun.  I certainly had a great time.  And you know – there’s something really cool about doing it in a church.  You can go away for a weekend with your friends any old time, but do you get to stash a whole pile of new “I Have Never”s for future reference?  No… not always !!!

I have never…  got high in a place of religious worship.   Stands up and drinks 🙂
I have never…  discussed anal sex in church.  Hmm more drinks 🙂
I have never…  had sex in a chapel.  Stand and repeat  🙂
I have never…  kissed a chick in a choir loft.  Burp!!!  🙂 LOL

The next morning we had another bang up brekkie… fry up thank God – just what we all needed.  We pottered around the house, read some newspapers, and flopped about for the morning.  After that we packed, and said goodbye to the happy church… and have made a tentative plan to come back in twenty years for another fun weekend 🙂
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Minty Fresh Cock Breath!

I heard the most fantastic story last night…. and laughed so hard, my face was aching 🙂

A friend of mine was telling me that he recently had a liaison (I use the term loosely) with his current little fuck buddy.  He calls her that cos they’re friends of a sort, but they are definitely not in a romantic relationship… they just get together from time to time to shag… as you do.  Anyway, he met up with her the other night and tells me that everything was pretty ‘normal’ until there was a ‘condom incident’. Upon enquiry I discovered that he’d accidentally pulled out of his condom stash… a condom that has some mild desensitizing effects – it’s slightly thicker than normal and has some sort of  strange menthol stuff in it and they’re designed to give a guy a bit of extra endurance (slamming indictment right there that he owns some in the first place!!!)    And then he gave me a rather animated run down on how he often has trouble getting off when he’s with this girlie anyway, cos he’s just not that ‘into’ her in the first place….. and now here he was wearing a condom designed to stop a guy from ‘going off’ too soon!  Which I thought was kinda funny…

So apparently, he didn’t realize what sort of condom he had picked up at the time and then he told me about how he ‘couldn’t get off and was doing her for so long that the fuckin’ thing started to get a bit loose’, so he decided to get a fresh condom…. which of course meant a second application of the densensitizing goo!!  So I’m trying real hard to be sympathetic, but mostly I’m trying not to laugh too much and thinking … it serves you right for shaggin’ someone you’re not that attracted to in the first place just cos they’re there and it’s on offer!  The poor bugger ‘stays on the job’ for about 40 mins from what I understand, at which point, his hapless victim cries off for being too sore, and offers to finish him off  ;)….. which I think is overly generous of her under the circucmstances….  and now we’ve got this poor girl on her knees trying her hardest to over come his slightly numb and now slightly travel worn appendage until she eventually begs off from that too, saying her lips are going numb….  but strangely minty fresh!  LOL

And after the recounting was done… I’m left looking at my friend who is wearing a rather hang dog expression and hoping for some empathy cos he never ‘got his end away’ and all I can do is laugh in his face!!!  No doubt there’s a few lessons in this for everyone… but all I can think of right now is his own rather dry assessment of the situation – that being told you have cock breath may not always be an insult!

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I don’t try to be myself….. I just am myself.

This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 5.6
Mind: 5.9
Body: 4.1
Spirit: 5.2
Friends/Family: 7.1
Love: 10
Finance: 7
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Sir Phil was doing this Rate My Life Quiz and flicked me the link so I could complete it while we were chatting on the phone.  The response I got was pretty bloody ordinary I think…5.6 out of 10… Thanks Sir_Phil for reminding me how crap my life is!!!  And then I read the short  analysis that came under the pretty graph.  Apparently I’ve scored much higher than average on the Love aspect of my life – my score… 10, average score… 4.3 from 961,533 respondents.  And it came up with this blurb –

Your Love score is very high, much higher than the average. If you wouldn’t mind, please take a little time to explain how you manage to succeed so well at this aspect of your life. Your words may be read by someone else who scored very low. Take a moment to give them some useful advice. Your thoughts are very much appreciated.

So I was trying to come up with some useful advice…  hmmm….  I couldn’t think of anything!  Which is excessively rare for me.  Normally I’m full of advice for my friends about managing relationships  (Well, full of something!!  🙂  But in this context …. still can’t think of anything.  Why am I happy with my love life?  hmmm,….  well MrK is my best friend.  We live in the same house, and yet see other people.  Neither of us gets bent out of shape about the other one’s choices and so far I think the reason it’s working for us is because we’re as honest with each other as humanly possible.  There’s no bullshit there, no second guessing, no attempting to manipulate each other… everything is just out in the open.  I rarely hold back from telling people how I’m feeling and have never held back anything from MrK.  I find it exhausting to be in a relationship (even a friendship) where you can’t just be yourself and speak your mind, and so tend to avoid people who aren’t able to cope with a brutal honesty every now and then.   

Anyway, I think being open and honest about who you are and what you want is probably the most important thing.  But I think it’s also something that a lot of people find really difficult because they’re worried they wont be accepted for who they really are and so tend to present a version of themselves  – sometimes that’s a sanitized, more socially accepted version of themselves – in the hope that potential partners will find them more readily acceptable.   Or maybe I’m just talking shit  🙂   I’m off to bed.

Try asking me again next week and you’ll probably get a very different story!!!   🙂

I concur….


I really love the seaside
the feel of sand running across my skin
I love the salty smells and turbulent sounds
the feel of water rushing around my feet
I love it… always constant yet ever changing

I equally love the forest
the feel of cool breeze against my skin
I love the luscious green leaves and filtered light
the feel of the forest floor beneath my feet
I love it… so permanent yet ever growing

Does loving the forest as much as I do
Mean I ought bid the seaside adieu…
Each evokes different feelings each day
Each enriches me in various ways

and yet somehow I know…..

My love for them would not decrease
If also I loved the mountain peaks

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