Monday, November 30, 2009

A quickie question...

Do you think all people have some bisexual tendencies (or fantasies, or leanings)? Or do some people's needles really only point to "straight"? I asked a similar question on Twitter, and received a response saying "all women are bi" - I disagree strongly (having dated two who, despite plenty of opportunities, absolutely were not).

I like to think of sexual preference as a spectrum, with people at all different points. I also happen to think that the desire for a relationship with someone is not intrinsically connected to their desire to have sex with someone - I can imagine (and could likely enjoy) bisexual play in the right group situation, but I have absolutely no desire for a romantic relationship with a man. Thoughts?

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Flirting Male Exhibitionist's Lament

I talked about this in a twitter post today, but I'm finding myself jealous of women because they have more body parts that men (and women) are curious to see. A titty flash has a unique place in our culture of being a bit "naughty" without necessarily being sexual: it can simply be revealing.



There are sexual connotations, of course, often related to the free-spiritedness or relative sexual openness of the flasher, but unlike a male cock flash (or cock picture), the message isn't "here is what I fuck with", but instead "here's a peek!" I'm not sure there's anything equivalent for men, especially anything that doesn't scream "I'm showing off hoping to attract you as a mate!" - I'm thinking anything shirtless showing off muscles, or the like.



There's probably a lot of baggage here tied in with objectified female sexuality and repression, and there is certainly a double standard in most places regarding having to covering up. But from an exhibitionist's point of view, I'm at a loss for how (or what) to show off that doesn't jump immediately into "overtly sexual" territory. There's a visual progression of flirting that comes with clothing removal for women that just doesn't seem to have a male equivalent. It's weird, and I'm jealous - I just wanna show something off.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Who's bad?

Sitting in traffic today, and seeing a license plate reading "MZ BEHVN", I realized that while pretending to be "bad" and to "misbehave" can be fun, it's odd that so many people define their fun in terms of the negative connotations associated with them. We like "bad girls", brag about our "sins", and indulge in "guilty pleasures" - usually pretty openly too, at least with those we're sharing with.

Many of these things are simply language constructs: terms retain meanings through time, so "fooling around" doesn't mean you're doing anything bad, it's just the language we use to refer to something that may have been "foolish" a few generations back. But I think too often, people honestly feel like they have to be "bad" to enjoy themselves, whether it's having good sex or eating good food.

Is that healthy? I dunno. I prefer being open and honest with myself, and think it's a better approach to life. I think the real harm comes in actually feeling bad or guilty afterward, then having to deal with those feelings, and starting all over again when the urge to "sin" comes back. I think feeling good about everything you do is a good way to live your life. Then again, most people aren't hedonists...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Hi readers!

In addition to the folks that Blogger tells me are following, there's a dozen more that subscribe to the feed via Google (or maybe everywhere, Google Reader isn't clear on that). Add to that the folks who read randomly when they see a post update on Twitter, and there's a small but interested readership here. Who knew?

If you know how to ask Google Reader who, specifically, is subscribing to a feed, let me know. It's part ego stroking and part technological interest. Really.

So, yeah, sex. It's good. No new partners lately, but there's a couple we'll likely meet in the next few weeks to see if we click. All this is tough when you're a parent - finding babysitting is decidingly unsexy. I'm also missing my old "chat about sex, or other things, just randomly 'cause we're both online" chat partners. I was flush with such friends a few years ago, but now most don't find their way online much. Always on the lookout for new ones.

Thanks for reading, everyone! It's nice writing again.