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You can hate her, you can be blasé to her music, but this woman has captured the pop culture zeitgeist so well, i daresay it is almost unprecedented since M.J.
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I want to be her.
hell! amazing.](http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kujano0jbk1qzgtbjo1_500.png)
[via dylicious and at least 40 thrillion other people]
I want to be her.
hell! amazing.
I’m in San Antonio… and I just don’t believe it!! Snow has peeped at us… has teased us for oh so many years. The last time it snowed I was two… People STILL talk about it. There are pictures. I get asked if I remember it. I DON’T.
I love cold weather, so I’ll be quite happy, but I’m not buying into the hype.
(while crossing my fingers, tho)
It is supposed to snow in Austin on Thursday and Friday. I don’t know if I’m going to make it out alive, folks.
Brother’s new piece. I happen to love it.
HEY. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, PLAGIARISM. Who reblogs something from the original writer, takes credit off, and retitles it?In my opinion, there are three different kinds of sex:
1. Having sex
2. Fucking
3. Making loveI have found that you cannot have all of these types with most people. The majority of the time, I’ve just had sex with the people I’ve dated. It feels good, there’s an orgasm, the end. Nothing fancy. With some of these people, there has been fucking. Serious dirty, perverted, bruises-the-next-day fucking. I’ve always said that if I really love someone, I want the shit fucked out of me. I can’t fuck just anyone but with the right chemistry, it’s perfection.
Making love is odd for me. I used to hate the term. Making love. It just sounds so Pollyanna. Like, why are we pruding up my sex? I have found though that making love is very distinct and I say this in a completely serious way, magical. It’s not all flowers and romance, it’s highly sexual and beautiful. Fingers laced, skin melting together, merging at the hips as you fuck (in a romantic way, of course), it can be lovely.
It’s rare that you find one person that you can all do three with. That’s like, the Holy Grail of sexual experiences. Someone who will take a riding crop to you while you’re tied to a chair and then murmur that you are his only love against your neck as you come together. I don’t mean to imply that sex is the most important aspect of a relationship but I think it might be the most beautiful. Sex is a physical expression of all the things you can’t find words for. I have my own love affair with words and use them exquisitely but when it comes to the man I love, I want nothing more than to wake up in the morning, climb on top of and straddle him, and press against him and kiss his sleepy mouth, moving my hands over his body until he knows that I wake yearning only to tell him how much I adore him with my body. Our bodies could have a conversation for years in this way, fingers discussing politics with skin, lips talking about what was on tv last night with your tongue.
If you’re lucky, you’ll have all three with the same person and it will be glorious. I promise. If not, find someone who can fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. This is golden advice.
WHAT THE FUCK FUCK!?
Meet my Godson, Brennan.
Yep, my cousin asked me to be her baby’s Godmother. So happy and honored and can’t wait to have years of funnnnn with him.
love it, betch!
So, what was the best moment I came back with from my trip to San Diego? Was it the beautiful morning sitting on the rooftop patio of our condo? The Pacific sunset on the beach near Mission Bay? The impromptu birthday celebration put together by some amazing softball buddies of mine? These were all great…but not the best. Definitely not the most amazing.
That honor would have to go to finally meeting some members of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence!!!! 15 years after first seeing and hearing of them, I finally encountered a few of them outside of Urban Mo’s in the Hillcrest (Homo) area of SD!
I’m usually a shy and reserved kinda guy…but I saw them, SHRIEKED LIKE A BIG GAY BIRD and told my dude to get the camera ready…I’M GONNA TAKE A PICTURE WITH THEM!
“Hey ladies!!” I yelled. “Can I take a pic with you bitches? It’s my birthday and it would be the best birthday present in all my fuckin life!”
Seeing as I was wasted from the shot of Crown and something we had just taken—at midnight to celebrate the beginning of my 33rd year on this “unhappy planet with all the carnivores and the destructors”—I can’t be sure that the dialogue went down as I have thus written…but it was something extremely similar…so you get the point.
I was smiling like the Cheshire…and I hardly ever smile. One, I have crooked teeth. Two, what is there to smile about, really? But coming across members of one of the best organizations in our gay world…I had no choice but to beam and bask in their glory!
Come on…with members who have names like Sister Dinah Might (If You Ask Her Right) and Sister Constance Craving of the Holey Desire…who wouldn’t smile?
Anyhoo…if you’ve never heard of them, check them out here.
From the website: The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence®
is a leading-edge Order of queer nuns. Since our first appearance in San Francisco on Easter Sunday, 1979, the Sisters have devoted ourselves to community service, ministry and outreach to those on the edges, and to promoting human rights, respect for diversity and spiritual enlightenment. We belive all people have a right to express their unique joy and beauty and we use humor and irreverent wit to expose the forces of bigotry, complacency and guilt that chain the human spirit.Amen, Sisters, amen!!!
caught!
