I've decided to compile a set of CDs with "sex" or sexy music, grouped into different categories such as Sacred Sex, Dirty Sex, etc. etc.
Here's a short list so far
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
Undenied - Portishead
Afterglow - Garbage
Milk - Garbage
Glory Box - Portishead
Criminal - Fiona Apple
Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
#1 Crush - Garbage
You Look So Fine - Garbage
Music to F**k To - Portishead
Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon
I Like It Rough - Lady Gaga
Blue Orchid - White Stripes
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Money Honey - Lady Gaga
Chocolate - Kylie Minogue
Friday, October 29, 2010
New Music
I love this band, the singer sounds very much like Johnette Napolitano of Concrete Blonde.
Happy Halloween!
Am going to the Annual Halloween Party as Cleopatra. Will likely freeze my tush right off. Will post pictures at a later date.
Piece of Relationship Advice # 56289
Never Never Never ask the "how many people have you slept with before me" question, because:
a) you will not like the answer no matter what it is
b) your partner will round the number down and you will suspect this and this will lead to you rounding up the number exponentially in your own mind
c) if the number is too big (relatively speaking to what you yourself consider too big) you'll think of them as a slut/manwhore; conversely if the number is too small (again relative) you'll wonder wtf is wrong with them and how long/soon you will find out what that is for yourself
d) you'll get competitve, and be tempted to immediately work towards matching your comparatively small number with their much greater number
e) you'll eventually ask (at a later time, such as right after sex when the logical mind is vulnerable and weak) how you compare or rank and then be grossly dissapointed when he/she says you are only the 2nd best he's/she's ever had
f) all of the above
so if you are truly curious, do yourself a favour: just pick a number between 1 and 100, assume that's the number your partner has been with (or ok if you insist, continue to believe that they were totally celibate before meeting you, The One) make peace with it and move on. Seriously. Insert rolling eyes here.
a) you will not like the answer no matter what it is
b) your partner will round the number down and you will suspect this and this will lead to you rounding up the number exponentially in your own mind
c) if the number is too big (relatively speaking to what you yourself consider too big) you'll think of them as a slut/manwhore; conversely if the number is too small (again relative) you'll wonder wtf is wrong with them and how long/soon you will find out what that is for yourself
d) you'll get competitve, and be tempted to immediately work towards matching your comparatively small number with their much greater number
e) you'll eventually ask (at a later time, such as right after sex when the logical mind is vulnerable and weak) how you compare or rank and then be grossly dissapointed when he/she says you are only the 2nd best he's/she's ever had
f) all of the above
so if you are truly curious, do yourself a favour: just pick a number between 1 and 100, assume that's the number your partner has been with (or ok if you insist, continue to believe that they were totally celibate before meeting you, The One) make peace with it and move on. Seriously. Insert rolling eyes here.
Glitter and Hope
While listening to the entertainment news on the radio this morning I heard that Mariah Carey is indeed pregnant. She is also 41. Which, although I have long made peace with the very real possibility that I will never marry and have children myself, gave me a bit of hope. Much like someone hanging off the edge of a precipice feels when their hands get a little more purchase on the ledge one is hanging off of.
I am 38 and single, not dating seriously. I have a good job and recently bought a condo, I have some savings and all around am rather set in my ways. I have always been what my mother calls "too independent for my own good." As a child and teen I have always thought my life as an adult would be filled with adventure, travel, affairs and short-lived romantic liaisons. I was never one of those girls who imagined her wedding or thought up names for my children. And I thought I would be happy. But there is a part of me that actually would like to find someone to marry, buy a little house and have a few children with. But as the years progressed and no such person presented themselves in my life, I have settled for "just me" and conceded to the biological fact that it becomes increasingly more difficult to concieve and maintain a pregnancy past the age of 35.
And yet whenever I hear of a woman, like Mariah - career-driven and too independent for her own good - miraculously finding a soulmate and even more miraculously getting pregnant, I can't help but think it is not yet too late for me as well. The only question is, how much do I want it and am I willing to actively pursue it to its end.
The answer may be the scariest thing I ever admit to myself.
I am 38 and single, not dating seriously. I have a good job and recently bought a condo, I have some savings and all around am rather set in my ways. I have always been what my mother calls "too independent for my own good." As a child and teen I have always thought my life as an adult would be filled with adventure, travel, affairs and short-lived romantic liaisons. I was never one of those girls who imagined her wedding or thought up names for my children. And I thought I would be happy. But there is a part of me that actually would like to find someone to marry, buy a little house and have a few children with. But as the years progressed and no such person presented themselves in my life, I have settled for "just me" and conceded to the biological fact that it becomes increasingly more difficult to concieve and maintain a pregnancy past the age of 35.
And yet whenever I hear of a woman, like Mariah - career-driven and too independent for her own good - miraculously finding a soulmate and even more miraculously getting pregnant, I can't help but think it is not yet too late for me as well. The only question is, how much do I want it and am I willing to actively pursue it to its end.
The answer may be the scariest thing I ever admit to myself.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
He'd look good in Hugo Boss actually
in the kitchen with the Russian getting the Breakfast Club stuff ready...
Russian: start toasting the bread
Me: Pardon me?
Russian: I'll say it slower: Start... Toasting.... Bread...
Me: I heard you, I was waiting for the Please and Thank you. I don't take orders from you yanno
Russian: only on the website? *smirk*
Me: No, only when you wear your Herr Flick Gestapo outfit, which you seem to have forgotten this morning
Russian: My whip and tall boots are in the shop
Me: no worries I'll bring in my riding crop tomorrow
Russian: start toasting the bread
Me: Pardon me?
Russian: I'll say it slower: Start... Toasting.... Bread...
Me: I heard you, I was waiting for the Please and Thank you. I don't take orders from you yanno
Russian: only on the website? *smirk*
Me: No, only when you wear your Herr Flick Gestapo outfit, which you seem to have forgotten this morning
Russian: My whip and tall boots are in the shop
Me: no worries I'll bring in my riding crop tomorrow
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
A Little Condiment Goes a Long Way
I've been bringing into the office some homemade pear jam for our breakfasts, but it seems the Russian preferrs raspberry...
Me: this little bit of jam is lasting a while, we should finish it up so I can bring some more
Russian: I've been eating the raspberry jam, I like the way it tastes with peanut butter better
Me: yes, thank you I am well aware of your preference and it's ok I no longer see it as a personal affront to me and my culinary skill
Russian: No no, I like your jam, but just prefer this other one sometimes. We should never let jam come between us
Me: oh I don't know, a little jam between us might be a wonderful thing...
Russian: *eye roll*
Me: this little bit of jam is lasting a while, we should finish it up so I can bring some more
Russian: I've been eating the raspberry jam, I like the way it tastes with peanut butter better
Me: yes, thank you I am well aware of your preference and it's ok I no longer see it as a personal affront to me and my culinary skill
Russian: No no, I like your jam, but just prefer this other one sometimes. We should never let jam come between us
Me: oh I don't know, a little jam between us might be a wonderful thing...
Russian: *eye roll*
Friday, October 15, 2010
A Website?
Russian: you need to seriously consider this website idea. I have a friend who has experience with this and could design a site for you. I know you have a mortgage now...
Me: get thee behind me satan and pass the ketchup there...thanks
Russian: ... maybe set up a web cam...
Me: you've been giving this an awful lot of thought, I don't know whether to be flattered or totally creeped out
Russian: be flattered.
Me: Maybe YOU should have the website. You could wear that best man tuxedo from that wedding you went to last weekend and lick spoons for money...call it SexyRussianLic ksSpoons.com. I'd pay to see that.
Russian: SexyRussianLic ksSpoonsInATux edoAndSpeedos. com?
Me: see? it practically writes itself.
Me: get thee behind me satan and pass the ketchup there...thanks
Russian: ... maybe set up a web cam...
Me: you've been giving this an awful lot of thought, I don't know whether to be flattered or totally creeped out
Russian: be flattered.
Me: Maybe YOU should have the website. You could wear that best man tuxedo from that wedding you went to last weekend and lick spoons for money...call it SexyRussianLic ksSpoons.com. I'd pay to see that.
Russian: SexyRussianLic ksSpoonsInATux edoAndSpeedos. com?
Me: see? it practically writes itself.
Shit My Russian Says: an idea
Russian: I see you are wearing your dominatrix boots today
Me: I wore them just for you
Russian: you're too kind. Have you ever thought of having your own website?
Me: no, but obviously you have. How do you know I don't already have one?
Russian: you don't. I googled you
Me: and you didn't even buy me dinner first, tsk tsk...
Me: I wore them just for you
Russian: you're too kind. Have you ever thought of having your own website?
Me: no, but obviously you have. How do you know I don't already have one?
Russian: you don't. I googled you
Me: and you didn't even buy me dinner first, tsk tsk...
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