Definitely Not a Size Queen
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Posted:Jan 13, 2014 1:23 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2014 5:04 am
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So, I guess I should really get rid of this writer's block. What better way to do that than to pick up blogging again. And not just any kind of blogging: SEX BLOGGING.
I think I need to start writing this because I'm too lazy to update my bio section and think of something short and witty. Plus, I'm always getting lame one-liners like "Hey I'm [insert dick size here]. Wanna have fun?"
Guys, I get it.
Mainstream media (both pronographic and non-pornographic) are always pushing the idea that "bigger is better".
I was born a girl, brought up a girl and still identify as a girl (sometimes I like to make believe I'm a boy. It's a gender identity slash penis envy thing).
We girls have had "the perfect woman" ideal shoved down our throats (and not in a sexy BDSM way) since even before Elizabethan era. Small waists, big boobs, big pert butts, big eyes, porcelain skin etc. And these ideals for women change as often as a spoiled baby's diaper: http://LesbianPersonals.com
(WARNING: Political rant upcoming) However, what is believed to be ideal by the majority is not always right. In a group of dumbasses, the genius is the outcast. The internet is an amazing tool for free speech, but you know what they say about empty cans, right?
You are more than just your dick size, gentlemen. Sure, this is a sex site. We're all looking for sex. But there's more to sex than just penetration of a phallus into a hole (or holes if you're into that).
I am not a newbie when it comes to casual sex. In my experience there is no such thing as a "wham bam thank you ma'am". There will always be communication, be it coy or direct. Then we fuck and part ways. It's sometimes fun to be wined and dined and sometimes a whirlwind "raep fantasy" quickie can be amazing. But it all starts with communication and attraction. These are the elements we build our trust on, no?
Back to the subject of the matter: I am definitely not a size queen. I've had 1.5L water bottle size dicks up my butt slamming mindlessly with poor hip control, causing my mind to wander about what to cook for dinner.
I've also had the great luck of fucking my current partner who is below average and yet made me cum more than three times within one coitus session from penetration (if you've fucked me, you know I can't get off on penetration alone). I've also fucked a guy with a willie the size of my pinkie but was creative in his use of vibrators and other appendages.
Embrace your body and be proud of it. But don't let it define you. Get a personality, read some books, watch some foreign movies. Then, we can fuck.
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Weird but Flattering Coincidences
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Posted:Oct 2, 2014 12:07 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2014 5:04 am
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So I was inviting a mutual friend of the fiance and mine to our wedding. Since I have a lot of artsy friends, I told my dad to allow for an open mic session (good god that needed A LOT of leg pulling!)
Since the dude is a musician, I informed him of the open mic situation and he suggested that maybe I should sing. I was sort of flattered that he suggested that, because I'm pretty vain about my voice (LO .
But then, how did he knew? So I asked.
He replied that he's been on LesbianPersonals for more than 10 years and had caught some of my webcam "performances".
Imagine that!
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Sexism, Blatant No Matter How Obscure
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Posted:Feb 3, 2014 5:49 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2014 5:04 am
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You can't be sexist to only one gender. By viewing women as weak, men get burdened by the assumption they have to be strong all the time. By thinking all men are automatic potential , women are perceived as unthinking fragile sex objects.
Sexism is never about privilege, in the end. Everybody loses.
Go ahead men, cry.
March forth women, fly.
You are as weak and as strong as what you believe
you can or cannot achieve.
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Foodie
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Posted:Jan 22, 2014 4:39 am
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2014 5:21 am
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Urban Dictionary defines foodie as: a douchebag who likes food; though the terms "gastronome" and "epicure" define the same thing.
I don't remember being an asshole due to my foodism, I have however perceived others as such when my desire for certain foods or eateries were denied.
...which I guess does indeed make me a douchebag.
But who could resist the succulent steak from a German restaurant? The fantasmagical fried rice from a humble hawker's sidewalk stall? The wonderful wasabi slathered on fresh sushi glistening from it's salty soy dip? Crunchy calamari crisp in its browned batter seal?
Burgers, beer, broccoli oh my!
I've stumbled upon food porn/erotica before, where food are used to accessorize the body and make it look more enticing, I suppose. Mostly these involve Asian women and Japanese cuisine. Women as sushi tables is a pretty common occurence and have seemed to be warmly embraced by mainstream media. There's that thing where they slide clear cold soup (or was it sake?) down a woman's body, so that it would pool between her legs, and the pubic hair would dance akin to seaweed in a pond.
There's also the genre I consider a bit more extreme, where the models are made to look as if they were being cooked: on a pit roast, skewered, dipped in wet batter etc. I find these a bit displeasing to my senses, despite knowing for a fact that they are all just an act. Perhaps the same reason I squirmed uncomfortably reading Nabokov's Lolita.
(WARNING: Even I am uncomfortable reading this as I type. Skip when possible.)
And then there's the just plain freaky: insertion of live eels into a vagina, using peanut butter as enema, and consumption of bodily secretions.
(END OF WARNING)
My first experience with food used in a sexual relationship was coincidentally the first time I had sex with a stranger I picked up on the Internet. I had just suffered from a broke up with my first ever boyfriend of three years, and was yet to be diagnosed with depression (that post will come later, I promise). I had no friends to talk to. So I did what any good broken girls do, we pave the way out of our own hell into a newer one.
Nothing really juicy to share about the night. We went to a super cheap hotel (US$20 or something per night, I think) on a motorbike. The management had provided us with tea and toasted bread with sachets of condensed milk and some jam. We were both young and pretty much clueless, everything seemed new and exciting back then.
I slathered jam on his dick and sucked him off. He seemed to enjoy it.
He poured milk on my pussy and tried eating me. I counted cobwebs in my head.
Now and then I still enjoy a little food play, but limited to drink swapping from my mouth to the partner's. That's it. Either I'm old and boring now, or I prefer to keep food where it belongs: sliding down my tongue straight into my belly.
Do take me out to lunch or dinner sometimes. My table manners are more refined now (thanks MasterChef!) and if you enjoyed my writings you might enjoy the words tumbling out my own mouth as well.
And maybe, just maybe, we can revisit my youth and live like we're twenty.
P/S: I would advise women to not poke food things into your vagina. The balance down there is super delicate and you don't want to have to make up a story to your local GP. Trust me, they know when you're lying.
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Banishing Writer's Block
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Posted:Jan 19, 2014 7:11 pm
Last Updated:Jan 27, 2014 5:16 am
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I think starting this blog is really doing the trick. I actually wrote and completed the first chapter to this novel I've had in mind for so long. Of course it's going to be about sex and seduction, but it's not going to go all out pornographic. And it will be in English. So you better start saving money now for when it comes out, ya hear?
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Gay Night!
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Posted:Jan 18, 2014 12:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2014 4:57 am
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I went to the one year anniversary of a monthly LGBT shindig last night in Changkat and had great fun (as always!)
I like to dance and get drunk and let loose but the hetero club scene does make one feel unsafe at times. Sexual that I am, I sometimes do imagine the "meet a random stranger and fucking them in the bathroom" scenario but it always boils down to consent. I don't want some creepy ass dude/dudette in my face uninvited. I don't want your butt/dick/other body parts grinding my butt without me asking for it.
I'm not saying gay nights are totally creeper proof. The girl from my previous post was there last night too and some creeper butch couldn't stop pawing at her. The poor thing looked so uncomfortable that I shuffled up in my kick-ass (literally, they have sharp pokey things that can perforate another asshole on your behind) dancing boots. We danced our way away from the harassment towards the DJ booth.
There was vodka free-flow last night but I couldn't get myself drunk. They must have super watered down those drinks.
I miss gay nights in Indonesia. Drag shows, the colours, the go go boys. The fabulous friends. I heard there is a venue in KL with drag shows but the area/place sounded dodgy to me. Maybe next time, with the right friends.
What are your favourite water holes/dancing parlours?
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After Sex Cuddling
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Posted:Jan 16, 2014 4:37 pm
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2014 5:08 am
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Le partner was here until eleven last night and we cuddled naked while he snored behind my head. It was super adorable. I love how he'd groggily whisper "I love you" everytime I stirred. He used to be very hesitant about showing his romantic feelings but has changed so much!
No, I didn't cuckold him into doing these things. We are in an open relationship and give each other freedom to live however we want to live. In fact, the night before this a girl came over and spent the night. She said she was on her period so I did not expect any hanky panky.
She bought food stuff and I cooked her spicy spaghetti (it was super delish!). Afterwards we had a cigarette each and I introduced her to Community. I had very little vodka with Sprite and being a health nut with an amazing body she had green tea with Jasmine.
We gave each other massages and squeezed down on my thin single mattress. I was about to drift to dreamland while Jeff Winger et al were cracking wit on the laptop. Her small hands started caressing my breasts and I started to moan. When I moan, it never sounds non-sexual.
She ate me really good down there and my breasts are still sore until now. The boyfriend had to be really careful when hugging me last night. Her energy and focus were amazing and she made me cum many times with her mouth and fingers. I almost (I think I actually did) conked out.
Afterwards she slid between my arms for a cuddle. I feel like an asshole for telling you this, but it felt weird. I just wanted to roll over and sleep on my back, douchebag playa style, but I didn't want to be THAT GUY, you know? So I endured wrapping my arms around her chest.
Are you like me? Do you have cuddle preferences? Do you need chemistry for intimacy?
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The Bisexual Slut (or) Sexual Venn Diagram
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Posted:Jan 15, 2014 5:55 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2014 8:19 am
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I definitely do not make it a secret that I am in a relationship with the most wonderful person ever. I do, however, tend to keep this person's gender unmentioned when in certain companies.
I keep using gender neutral pronouns like they, them, my partner or using languages that address nouns without having to imagine them having either a dick or a vagina. Pointless? Not when you're me, or a countless many other bisexuals out there.
It is hard enough being a woman, case in point: jezebel (dot) com/man-poses-as-woman-on-online-dating-site-barely-lasts-1500707724
It is pretty hard being a woman who likes, nay, extremely enjoys sex and makes it a point to pursue said enjoyment in any medium possible. I've been taken to psychiatrists by "concerned" "friends". Both words have quote marks because they really were not. I've been gossipped about, I've been harassed through "intervention". Frankly, I've been through hell.
However, it is fucking super maliciously hard being a woman who likes sex so much to the point of self-identifying as a slut and is a bisexual.
Woah.
Let me put that in a way that is easier to understand:
1) I am a woman.
2) I am a slut.
3) I am a bisexual.
Now we all know (I am being very generous here), how logic goes. You know, basic logic we learned in high school maths. The: a happens IF and ONLY IF b equals c.
We know that (1) is not necessarily (2) i.e If a person is born a woman, she is not necessarily a slut. I know for a fact that Mother Teresa wasn't a slut. She's a fucking nun for god's sakes. Or my mom isn't a slut. She's only dated one man, and married said man and has been with that man ever since. Some bigots would argue that ALL WOMAN ARE SLUTS. But that's why they're bigots and I would never ever ever have sex with them.
We also know that (1) and (3) is not necessarily true either as a set. I use "not necessarily" not to mean they are mutually exclusive, but that there is an overlap and there are also stand alone areas. There are also bisexual men too. Do google up Venn diagram if you really want to make an effort to understand this. There are online Venn diagram makers as well that can help you visualize.
Bearing in mind that being (2) is considered a bad thing in our current society, there is always that misconception that (3) automatically equals to being (2).
I understand that sexuality is a personal issue, and some people are staunch monogamists. I respect that. I respect partners who believe the same and try to conform to these rules of relationship that they set. I have no problem with being loyal to one person. A relationship is made up of more than one person, and I am willing to do anything for love (almost everything. I still draw the line at scat and blood).
It does make me very uncomcortable that despite assurances that my love is true, despite giving up the things I love best (can I ever say no to gangbangs?) my bisexuality has always been regarded with contempt. As if being a bisexual gives any old jack authority to an "all access" pass to my vagina.
It doesn't.
I have a highly functioning brain. I understand that with every action there are consequences. Doing something that people dislike will cause the people to dislike you. It's logical. Fucking a dead cat is illogical because the dead cat can't give consent. Neither does a live cat. And that is why I will never fuck cats. Although unlike bigots, I am very fond of cats.
And it's not just romantic partners, friends are not very understanding either. When I have a male partner, I get judged by my "real" lesbian friends. (Seriously, your sexuality is as real as you want it to be). One actually said "oh you bisexuals definitely carry STDs". As someone who goes for routine sex health checks, I definitely was offended by this ignorance.
When I have a female partner, some male douchebags will leer and attempt unfunny jokes like "oh yeah let's have a threesome sometimes". Forgetting that my partner is his or her own person. If she wants a threesome, she'll ask for a threesome. If she's a lesbian, she'll puke at the idea. The thing about lesbians is that they are definitely not into men. Here, this article might help: www.yourtango (dot) com/experts/mary-malia/lesbian-stereotypes-why-they-exist-how-we-can-eliminate-them
This is why I keep the gender of my loved one on a don't ask don't tell basis. We still live in a world where people pass ignorant judgments and frankly, I just don't give a damn anymore.
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