life, the universe, and donna

Today, I bought a pair of sensible shoes. What? They’re sensible! I … needed shoes! So this is what it’s like to be 5’9″. Huh.

So, I was perusing the “casual encounters” section of Craigslist this morning, while posting something for sale (by the way, want to buy a desk? Make me an offer.) I love it. It’s always such a kick, despite the high quantity of disembodied penises that seem to post. I have an intense dislike for people [...]

Simple: Go to a gay bathhouse on one of the two nights they allow the vagina-enabled to visit. Before I left, I asked Nick “Do I look like something a gay man would find attractive?” He replied, “Uh… what’s the correct response here?” True enough, I suppose I wasn’t expecting the gay men to think [...]

Tonight, I’m going to Friction, which is normally for gay men only, but on Monday nights… they allows us vag-packing faghags to take a gander. This? This should be fun!

So as mentioned previously (and I’ll post a new update with numbers soon, although I’ve been slacking this week so it’ll suck), I like measureables. It’s just nice to look at something tangible and say “Awesome. This hard work isn’t for naught.” Like, the fact that I can do 60 crunches without any trouble now, [...]

So, I’ve frequently extolled the virtues of my favorite lube, Hathor Aphrodesia, not only because it stopped me from getting chronic yeast infections (we’re talking minimum one a month for about two years, holy fucking horror THAT was) but because it’s full of awesome: Thick, so it goes where you put it and doesn’t drip [...]

On Monday, I had my bi-annual “hey, take a look inside my vagina”-fest. (Warning: This post talks about girl-bits, in case you hadn’t already noticed.) Roughly every 6 months or so, I pop down to the Bute Street Clinic, get my feet into those ever so lovely stirrups, and think of London while someone pokes [...]

Along with my cleavage, I sunburned my lips really badly over the weekend. They were crazy-sensitive, then turned ridiculously chapped, and I’ve been slathering on lipbalm and chapstick like its going out of style as penance. Forgive me, lips, for I have sinned… Evidently it wasn’t enough, and the stress I did to my poor [...]

I’m so freaking tired I could spit. Also, this post contains mentions of sex, so if you’re not into that, maybe go look at kitties. That means you, Mom. I went to bed at a reasonable hour, read for a bit, and was probably asleep by about 11 or 11:30ish. No problem, that’s about right [...]