Random offensive thought: When you’re fucking a Hispanic boy, and he removes the filled condom, can he preserve it and sell it as a hot sauce packet to Taco Bell? 😉 I mean, haven’t you wondered how they get those sauces into those tiny little packets?!?!
So I gave Mom a f*cking heart attack. …
December 15th, 2002, 6:03 PM by Goddess… when, after she asked AGAIN what I wanted for Christmas, I said, “a strap-on and a girlfriend.”
One of her biggest fears is that I am a lesbian, or at least bi. Not sure why she is so nervous about that, but she wants grandmunchkins so badly she can scream. I told her I have memorized more ceilings in my sexual career (and, I neglected to add, have bitten a few pillows in my day, too), and well, minus some exceptions, hetero sex just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Honestly, I’ve always been middle-of-the-road on which gender I preferred, but I’ve leaned toward men, ’cause, well, they’re easy. Tell them they can get free fucks galore from you, and unless they’re gay (or sober), you’ve got them. 🙂