Jul 102013
 

Yesterday my mom called from France, she and my aunt are visiting my cousin and her family. Well, they call me excited, to tell me that my mom and my cousin got their noses pierced together. This is the conversation that took place on speaker phone:

Them: Hey T!!

Me: Hi…guys. How’s it goin’?

Them (talking over each other): You’ll never guess what your mom and N (my cousin) did today. We got our noses pierced! We wish you were here, you could have done it too! Would you have done it?

Me: No. If I can’t cover it with my clothing, I don’t want it pierced.

Them: *giggling*

Mom: I wish you were here with all of my heart, we’ve talked about all kinds of things. *in a hushed voice* We’ve talked about sex a lot.

Me: Oh, cool. *long pause* N and I talk about sex all of the time. I’m glad you’re having fun.

Them: What are you up to? What are you doing? What do you have planned today?

Me: Well, to be honest, the reason I sound like I don’t want to be on the phone, is before you called I was just about to screw myself with silicone. So…

Them: *laughing so hard it sounds like loud static* Oh, okay. Well we’ll let you get back to that. Love you.

Me: Love you, too. Bye, guys.

-I guess we both learned something from this. They learned if you ask me what I’ve got planned, be ready for the truth, and I learned the quickest way to get family off the phone.

Dildus phonus interuptus

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Jul 032013
 

I walk to the door on the verge of tears. I’m overwhelmed with dread, fear, and regret. I put my key in the door and for a moment I can’t find the strength to turn it. I have to put my head against the door to keep myself from losing it. Tears silently streaming down my face; I turn the key. As I cross the threshold, I’m struck with how alien my home looks and feels to me. I’ve spent the past two years feeling trapped in this house. Now it feels like my time here, was years past and not the three days it has really been. I am here for a reason. I’m here to wash the sheets where it all happened. I half crawl up the stairs to the bedroom, the whole time whimpering and muttering regrets. I pull the sheets quickly; I have to keep moving. When I get downstairs, I feel a surge of loss. I’m dropped to my knees and all I can do is bawl into the sheets. I begin wailing, “what have I done to my family?”, “it’s over”. I feel like my bones are made of lead. I can’t find the strength to continue. Then I hear him. “You need to keep moving, T. Don’t stop now.” I look up and there he is. The one who visited me in my dark place. The one who is standing by me in my darkest hour. My father.

*This happened eight months ago. I know it’s not the most upbeat thing you’ve ever read, but when I saw that the prompt for this week was tears, this was what stood out in my mind.

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Jul 022013
 

1. If my sex life were a film, it would be rated _____ .

PG-13 with my husband, and XXX by myself

2. I got a body for ____ and a face for ____ .

Rough play and Mischief

3. It’s extremely sexy when a guy/girl ____ .

Drops the soap.

4. Doing _____ naked makes me _____ .

Nothing (hanging out like I am right now); it makes me feel really comfortable with my body.

5. In the morning, I am always _____ .

I’m always waking up naked with the blanket barely covering my waist.

6. I would love to ___ in the _____ .

Have extreme toy play on the hood of my truck in the middle of Pismo Dunes.

Bonus: Roses are ____ , Violets are ____ , YOU CREATE THE REST OF THE POEM

Roses are the color of sunsets and the sight of a woman bent over makes me wet. Violets are simple, hey look a nipple!

 

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