tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58735132011-04-21T12:55:58.313-07:00Know Anything...A blog about life, sex, love, knowing, etc. Written for me. And for the hell of it.SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1133597110124313722005-12-03T00:37:00.000-07:002005-12-03T01:05:10.173-07:00I'm returing to this after months (years?) of slacking off. So much has happened that I'm not certain I can continue the happy "sex is wonderful" theme all the damn time. So forgive any depressing posts. For a long time I was writing to an imagined audience. Like what I might write - and what you may think as a result - will effect my overall well being. Like I should project for that SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1113197330394596282005-04-10T22:25:00.000-07:002005-04-10T22:28:50.396-07:00Ahhh.... So has it been awhile?For me, obviously. I'm dreaming tonight. I'm on a trip, all alone with one, two, or rather... was it three? Hmmm... just a dream. I miss kissing. Real kissing - tongue and hands and lips and a feeling of, "God, I'd love to do this forever." Anyone still out there? Love and tongue, babySKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1073717683845687402004-01-09T23:54:00.000-07:002004-01-09T23:56:53.153-07:00GRRRRRR.....
Back in migraine-land again, my vibe has gone AWOL, M. (my sig.ot.) just passed out lying naked on the bed (that's what he gets for starting w/o me!), and I'm sitting here again getting my life force drained out of me by the evil box that has stolen my clear vision and given me pinwheels and sparklers to try and see with (or through, as the case may be).
So please overlook any SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1073227549446797492004-01-04T07:45:00.000-07:002004-01-04T08:07:23.913-07:00 RE: It's All in the Stars. . .
I was wandering around the web last night and happened upon this blog.
Yesterday's post inspired me to check out my own stars. And while my Free Will Astrology Horoscope was certainly less directionally challenged than Karsh's - a quick check at another site lent some crediblity to these odd little twinges of forewarning or foreboding or . . . I don't know . SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072260182752480032003-12-24T03:03:00.000-07:002004-01-02T00:49:30.866-07:00I've been thinking of women much more than usual, lately.
Some background - - - while I find every curve of the feminine form potentially erotic, women (as a general rule) aren't very often the subject of my mentally masturbatory flights of fancy. Not out of boredom or overfamiliarity, though. I've found that watching women fuck hasn't (as of yet ;-) delivered the same level of arousal as SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072147140264502672003-12-22T19:39:00.000-07:002004-01-01T23:01:11.513-07:00The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)ModerateLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072138504690793182003-12-22T17:15:00.000-07:002004-01-02T00:49:04.976-07:00Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... CategoryYour Score Average Self-Lovin'40%When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself 65%Shamelessness61.9%It takes a couple of drinks
79.4%
Sex Drive52.6%A fool for love, but not always77.7%Straightness5.4%Knows the other body type like a map 44.9%
Gayness 41.1%At least one weekend of ecstacy 83.4%Fucking Sick73.5%Dipped into depravity
89.9% You areSKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072106248324102172003-12-22T08:17:00.000-07:002003-12-22T08:23:29.886-07:00Tastes and interests represented, served: Those belonging solely to the author, originator, envisionary.
Pleasurable musing entitled:
Stand-in - or Body Double - or Physical Filler (?!) - or maybe just ‘Body’ . . .
hmmm . . . . Call him Bastian.
Idea - a person (hired, acquired, etc) to satisfy the varying physical desires left in the wake of life vs. the relationship. (Otherwise known as SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072083405707058932003-12-22T01:56:00.001-07:002004-01-01T23:02:38.810-07:00Tomboy
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SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072082222218227952003-12-22T01:37:00.000-07:002004-01-01T23:03:38.150-07:00You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner neverknows what you're going to come up with next;this creates great excitement and arousal neverknowing what to expect. And it's sure to endin a kiss as great as your mystery.
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SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1072081350301511822003-12-22T01:22:00.000-07:002004-01-01T23:04:44.416-07:00I love taking quizes. I'm not ashamed to admit it. IQ tests, Myers Briggs, Kiersey, Quizilla - the lot of them. It's a sort of guilty pleasure I allow myself to indulge in. And I've decided to throw caution to the wind and - yes - post the results here. Bon Appetit.
You're Bettie Page!
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SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1071920320625615842003-12-20T04:38:00.000-07:002003-12-22T01:13:08.156-07:00Lots to catch up on here, people - but until I've got more than two minutes..... I'd like to share something with the population. Ever really seen a punani up close? Seen it clearly, like you'd see a cock? Without so much of the hairy, bushy mystery - rather, soft skin and ummmmmm......
Well? No? Yes? SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1065586667056835942003-10-07T21:17:00.000-07:002003-10-07T21:17:47.023-07:00So... as of this afternoon's Brazilian...uh-huh, that's right...She's as smooth as they come... Busy night... more soon!SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1065517942635175912003-10-07T02:12:00.000-07:002003-10-07T02:12:22.686-07:00Morning...Just finished watching the movie PCU. And this really has very little to do with that particular movie...But anyway - the party scene... total concert crowd, then Katy yells to find Tom, the pre-frosh, finds him - then, of course, total make-you-want-it kiss. This begins my diatribe on cheating, as seen by me. That kiss (among a million others) illustrates probably the only reason SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1065482233984658012003-10-06T16:17:00.000-07:002003-10-06T16:19:36.390-07:00I had intended a self-imposed two-to-three day suspension from the computer.... Obviously, life had other plans...
The decision to ban myself from the computer came about because of a headache. Usually, if I've got a headache it's a migraine, and it comes with all those extra, migrainey goodies like vision impairment. I consider myself lucky - the impaired vision comes before the real pain,SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1065010762111960152003-10-01T05:19:00.000-07:002003-10-01T07:46:59.540-07:00Now I remember.... The other thing I had intended to write about....
...hehehe...it came a day early. I'm almost sure I was the last delivery last night, right around seven...
The other thing I had intended to write about...
...it didn't come with batteries... ...but now that they've been *inserted*. . . - pause for dramatic effect- I will be.... ....coming, that is...
Want to see my new SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1064999950765730752003-10-01T02:19:00.000-07:002003-10-01T02:23:32.623-07:00Tonight is turning out to be yet another night with less then adequate rest.
Truth is, the nocturnal tendencies have been with me for years. I'd almost rather sleep from 11am to 7pm, than vice versa. I love evenings, nighttimes, sunrises, and those really early morning hours when the sun has just come up, but the world hasn't yet.
I don't dislike afternoons - although the mid-afternoon heatSKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1064864240148122842003-09-29T12:37:00.000-07:002003-10-01T05:24:26.616-07:00I love the feel of fishnet bodystockings. Not necessarily the seamless kind - the knit tends to be on the tight side. The style with the seam that starts at my breastbone and ends just short of the pubic hair I'm sporting today. (With any luck, that will be changing soon!) I love the way the texture moves when I do, it never fails to make me feel totally erotic. It doesn't matter how mundaneSKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1064840867338497752003-09-29T06:07:00.000-07:002003-09-29T06:07:47.446-07:00Design crisis (semi) over. I know what I'm doing wrong. Can now focus on more important things.Like whether to do laundry (involves actually leaving apartment, walking to laundry room, etc) or take a hot shower (read: precursor to some sort of sexual activity). No work today means ithere's no time limit there.... hehehe....SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1064830595887541602003-09-29T03:16:00.000-07:002003-10-01T05:23:07.103-07:00Limp with frustration
It is 2:46 in the morning. I've spent the last two hours wrestling with two different, completely harmless looking, copy and paste, bits of javascript code. Something so small should not be able to almost reduce me to tears, even if it is almost 3am.
Perhaps I should backup a little.
Rewind a bit.
I read voraciously. Most recently, for the last - oh, say - two monthsSKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5873513.post-1064812863226808232003-09-28T22:21:00.000-07:002003-09-28T22:21:03.110-07:00I'm writing this for me. First and foremost. I'm writing this so that someday in the future I can look back and see just how strange everyday life was - and just how wonderful and depressing and a million other things. Right now, everything is in transition. Everything seems transient. Like I'll look tomorrow and it might all have been tonight's dreams. And guess what- I'd like to remember SKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17866217765266623380noreply@blogger.com