Just Some Ramblings.....

Me and my daddy at my parents' 30th wedding anniversary in 1996.
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Two in a week?  WTF?

Well, I told you that I was going to post more and not talk about it.  Nike inspired me.  I'm just doing it!  And this is my 12th entry for 2010.

Wow.  This is NOT good.  Not good at all.

So how's work going?  I know that's the aspect of my life that you're the most interested in, right?

Been over a year now.  A year since the umbilical cord between Acme and your girl was severed by a knife disguised as a buyout (hey, I'm a 'ho with a metopho'!).  And that means I've been consulting and freelancing for a year.

Honestly, it was kind of a struggle in the beginning.  Working for Brenda is contract/freelance, but she does provide benefits and it does have the feel of regular work.

It took awhile to get used to prioritizing my projects and just getting used to working at home.  I have to admit that I love it.  It's kinda cool calling myself a "consultant".

For shizzle my drizzle.

That job I mentioned in my last entry?  I didn't pursue it.  VERY tempting.  But if I'm happy doing what I'm doing, why change it?

Besides, I'd have to drive down to NYC from Boston to see Jerry!  Much easier when you're both staying at the same hotel!

Of course, then you have to decide which room.  I like fucking in one room and then going to another.  Jerry thinks that's weird.  I think it's weird that he HAS to place his watch on top of his wallet on the nightstand.

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Gratuitous sex pic! 

Satisfying on oral fixation with Jerry.


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It's kind of funny.  I mean, I straight up haven't told you everything about me in college (or before college, for that matter) and some of what I haven't mentioned yet will surprise you, even those that have visited my blog consistently or who know me on Yahoo!  But it's nice to be liked.  And I won't have any problems talking about that stuff.

Then again, a lot of the stuff I've already talked about has been pretty, uh, "out there", so I'm thinking nothing will surprise you at this point.  At least, I hope not! ;)

No sex blow-outs lately.  I mean, yeah, the usual suspects are still around:  Lori, Shelly, the Avengers, J-Press, A-Bomb, and Dutch Treat.  But it's been rare that everyone's here at the same time.  I'm not complaining, but it'd be really nice to get everybody together at once and blow the roof off this house.

Hubby says we have to wait until his crate of Cialis gets delivered.  He's such a downer!

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One Lexeconomist asked, "Is there any day or days that is off-limits for you and hubby to play around?"  I assume he meant with other people.  And yes, there are four.  Our birthdays, our wedding anniversary, and the anniversary of the day we met are for us to spend with only each other.

We spend by those days egging our neighbors' houses and defacing historical structures.  It's quite fun.

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I'm working on my entry on my pre-Jilly sex life.  It's gonna be fun to read, I hope.  I hope you're not squeamish about reading how a thirteen year-old girl got a case of the hornies.   

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Jilly called again yesterday.  It's official.  She's driving me crazy.  Again, that is.

My first love was in a moral conundrum.  She's been married for years to a gah-reat guy.  He knew she was bisexual when they met.  And he even told her if she needed to find another woman to meet once in a while to satisfy those desires, to do it--just do it discreetly.

Of course, Jilly said no.  That wasn't what a relationship is about, blah, blah.  I had heard that same line myself.  

Anyway, last week, she was on a site devoted to bisexual married women.  And she met this woman that she "really clicked with."

For the record, Jilly really doesn't know about my and hubby's lifestyle.  She knows that I sleep with women on occasion (insert snicker here), but that's about it.  Trust me, it's for the best.  This girl doesn't even look at porno.  

So she's talking about this really pretty woman and how she's stirring up old feelings and all.  And how she wants to meet her (both live in Virginia, near D.C.).  But it would be wrong.....

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  

Her hubby says it's alright.  This nice woman wants to meet.  Jilly's bi-side is driving her nuts.  Yet, it's wrong.

This was what life was like with her sometimes.  Seriously.  I loved her to no end.  I adored her.  But she would do this with many situations.  I mean, every decisions was, well this, but that.....

Finally, I said, "Jilly, just do it.  Your husband's cool with it.  Her husband's cool with it.  Rent a room, and  do it."

"Okay.  I'll think about it."

I am absolutely convinced that if we had stayed together, I would've strangled her at some point.  

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So does my family know about my lifestyle?  No.

My brother knows that I'm bisexual.  We're very close and he knew Jilly and I were a couple.  He doesn't know how promiscuous I've been over the years.  And I'm pretty sure that's the last thing he'd want to know!  Having said that, had he remained single, he would've chased women like....well.....my husband!

Lemme put it this way:  when he was in high school, he had a lot of girlfriends.  And I heard his fucking mattress squeaking more than any sister should!

My sister-in-law doesn't know about my bisexuality, and neither does anybody else in the rest of my extended family (aside from my aunt Angie and uncle Jack, whom I lived with while in college).