WebKittyn Warbles
Friday, November 12, 2004
Break 2-0, You Got the Purple Puppy Here…
I've known one truly magical being in my life. Genuine for real magical being, not your current day Wiccan New Age freaks or Satanic Sycophants.
The CB radio was the computer of the 70s and early to mid 80s, everyone had them. My dad plopped me down in front of a CB when I was 6. My handle at the time was Purple Chicken and yes, I came up with that all by my 6 year old self. I used to sit there with my dad and talk to truckers on channel 19, it was a blast.
As I got older, the CB stayed with me. It became my nightly activity as I was too young to go out and homework and family time can only go so long. It also became my evil mother's prime tool of punishment and she used that tool until I was 18, I kid you not.
Being the princess I was in the glory days of Reaganomics, I always had the latest and best CB and mic with all the cool modifications. I had a Cobra 2000 with a silver eagle D104 mic and 50 channels above and below zero.. Being the asshole that I was who didn't appreciate things it didn't take long for me to paint the CB with red nail polish and the D104 blue sparkle.
But I digress.
My mother's brilliant idea for punishment was to remove the D104 and leave the CB. Without the mic I couldn't hear a blessed thing! I could see the needle moving on channel 20 (the home channel) but that was all I could do. And it was torture. Kudos to my mother for coming up with a calm and shrewd way of getting her point across that worked like a charm.
Everyone had CBs, channel 20 was like a depot or a park where everyone met and hung out and checked in and made plans. It was a kickass way to meet people as long as you had the brains not to meet them alone.
I met a shitload of people off the CB, including the Gotard. I spent 10 years running with the same crowd of CBers, loving every minute of it and always in contact. There was a lot of us and we were diverse. By this time Purple Chicken had given way to Riff Raff (during the Rocky Horror years) and then to Brandy (love that song).
Somewhere in there Gotard started dating a witch. She wasn't a wannabe, she had been brought into a coven at an early age by her grandmother and she was definitely for real. She was also jealous and a bit eccentric so Gotard wasn't around as much as he used to be. It was during this time I happened to answer a "break 2-0" from someone who would become the single most important person to ever enter my life.
He called himself Purple Puppy and he was in Riverdale, not too far from where my dad had his store. He was a bit older than I, 6 or 7 years.
He was extremely intelligent and sarcastic to boot so we got along well. I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting to know him. Nothing lurid or romantic, there was never that sort of vibe and I wasn't really the CB romance kind of gal. There was also someone else's husband I was sort of involved with but that's for another time, this aint the confessional.
His name was Moises (the is is silent), he went by Mo. As I got to know him, I began to discover he had a freaky ability to tell me what was going to happen before it happened. Not huge shit, no lotto numbers or crap like that but he would tell me to expect a pretty big fight with Gotard on a certain day and it would happen. One small example.
He always knew what I was thinking whether I was on the CB or not. If I was depressed or freaking out about something the phone would ring before I got on the CB to lament. He just knew.
He slowly became something of a guru to me. He was the one who would be able to call something about me I hadn't even figured out yet, he was the one who always had the right path for me to wander down.
He was also a bit of an albino. I actually wouldn't have labeled him as such had he not said it. He did have pale skin and exceptionally white hair but he didn't look like what you expect an albino to look like. It just added to his mystique I think, this strange and clairvoyant man who also has this..
Mo and I swam some strange waters and eventually fell out of touch. I could use Mo now, I could really use Mo now.
There are people out there who are touched, given a talent and a gift. People who are mystics and seers, they are very much real. If you are ever fortunate enough to encounter a person who is able to read you completely from the inside, who can guide you correctly because they've seen something, who prove themselves true and loyal and mystical, for the love of all you hold dear - do not let these people out of your life.
I haven't done this in a looooooong time but I think I'm going to send out a signal and see if it's received. It's been a long time and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten me but I have no idea where he is or what he's up to. I hope he made it to Boston, I hope he is sitting right now behind the counter of his own pet shop. I hope there is still a part of him that receives.
I need a guru now.
Moises Irizarry, break 2-0. You got the WebKittyn here looking for a lost guru.
The CB radio was the computer of the 70s and early to mid 80s, everyone had them. My dad plopped me down in front of a CB when I was 6. My handle at the time was Purple Chicken and yes, I came up with that all by my 6 year old self. I used to sit there with my dad and talk to truckers on channel 19, it was a blast.
As I got older, the CB stayed with me. It became my nightly activity as I was too young to go out and homework and family time can only go so long. It also became my evil mother's prime tool of punishment and she used that tool until I was 18, I kid you not.
Being the princess I was in the glory days of Reaganomics, I always had the latest and best CB and mic with all the cool modifications. I had a Cobra 2000 with a silver eagle D104 mic and 50 channels above and below zero.. Being the asshole that I was who didn't appreciate things it didn't take long for me to paint the CB with red nail polish and the D104 blue sparkle.
But I digress.
My mother's brilliant idea for punishment was to remove the D104 and leave the CB. Without the mic I couldn't hear a blessed thing! I could see the needle moving on channel 20 (the home channel) but that was all I could do. And it was torture. Kudos to my mother for coming up with a calm and shrewd way of getting her point across that worked like a charm.
Everyone had CBs, channel 20 was like a depot or a park where everyone met and hung out and checked in and made plans. It was a kickass way to meet people as long as you had the brains not to meet them alone.
I met a shitload of people off the CB, including the Gotard. I spent 10 years running with the same crowd of CBers, loving every minute of it and always in contact. There was a lot of us and we were diverse. By this time Purple Chicken had given way to Riff Raff (during the Rocky Horror years) and then to Brandy (love that song).
Somewhere in there Gotard started dating a witch. She wasn't a wannabe, she had been brought into a coven at an early age by her grandmother and she was definitely for real. She was also jealous and a bit eccentric so Gotard wasn't around as much as he used to be. It was during this time I happened to answer a "break 2-0" from someone who would become the single most important person to ever enter my life.
He called himself Purple Puppy and he was in Riverdale, not too far from where my dad had his store. He was a bit older than I, 6 or 7 years.
He was extremely intelligent and sarcastic to boot so we got along well. I spent a lot of time talking to him and getting to know him. Nothing lurid or romantic, there was never that sort of vibe and I wasn't really the CB romance kind of gal. There was also someone else's husband I was sort of involved with but that's for another time, this aint the confessional.
His name was Moises (the is is silent), he went by Mo. As I got to know him, I began to discover he had a freaky ability to tell me what was going to happen before it happened. Not huge shit, no lotto numbers or crap like that but he would tell me to expect a pretty big fight with Gotard on a certain day and it would happen. One small example.
He always knew what I was thinking whether I was on the CB or not. If I was depressed or freaking out about something the phone would ring before I got on the CB to lament. He just knew.
He slowly became something of a guru to me. He was the one who would be able to call something about me I hadn't even figured out yet, he was the one who always had the right path for me to wander down.
He was also a bit of an albino. I actually wouldn't have labeled him as such had he not said it. He did have pale skin and exceptionally white hair but he didn't look like what you expect an albino to look like. It just added to his mystique I think, this strange and clairvoyant man who also has this..
Mo and I swam some strange waters and eventually fell out of touch. I could use Mo now, I could really use Mo now.
There are people out there who are touched, given a talent and a gift. People who are mystics and seers, they are very much real. If you are ever fortunate enough to encounter a person who is able to read you completely from the inside, who can guide you correctly because they've seen something, who prove themselves true and loyal and mystical, for the love of all you hold dear - do not let these people out of your life.
I haven't done this in a looooooong time but I think I'm going to send out a signal and see if it's received. It's been a long time and I'm sure he hasn't forgotten me but I have no idea where he is or what he's up to. I hope he made it to Boston, I hope he is sitting right now behind the counter of his own pet shop. I hope there is still a part of him that receives.
I need a guru now.
Moises Irizarry, break 2-0. You got the WebKittyn here looking for a lost guru.
Blehhhhhhhhh
I declare today an official blehhhhhhhhhhhh day.
I've been in a serious funk for the past few days. It's gotten to the point where people are asking me what's up and if I'm alright so I guess it's pretty obvious. Not what I wanted, my goal is not to spread my funk to the people around me.
Kinda sucks, there's a giant list of things I should be doing sitting here peering at me but I don't have the will or want to do any of them. So I sit here and semi-mope and watch the news, read odd websites and play mah jong or text twist. Woo.
I know what part of it is, a big part of it is the Gotard and his tendency to blame the rest of the world for his flaws and fallbacks. I guess after 21 years of being the scapegoat for everything from the plague to his fat ass it's finally gotten to me. Ruin yourself, ruin your future with your pity party, throw it all away on horseshit, do what you want. Just stop taking me down with you.
Part of it is the approaching holidays. Last year was a bountiful year, last year I spent wayyyyy too much on gifts and I loved it, it really made me smile. This year I'm a fucken peasant, everyone gets a Pez dispenser this year. Pisses me off, I know the people I'm talking about won't care but I do. I'm still not used to not having money there when I want it.
Part of it is the server pressure. I know I should have had the damn thing moved by now but my head is just too far rooted up my ass. I don't have that calm and in control state of mind I need to make this happen so it hangs in my mind like a nagging fairy. A little server sitting on my shoulder whispering "change me" over and over.
Part of it is the weather and the onset of the winter long cold that comes with living in an old and drafty house on top of a hill with nothing but river breeze. Woke up real sneezy today and I know my mood gets bleh when sick so I'm assuming a big chunk of bleh is that.
Part of it is my strange sleep schedule or non-sleep schedule. Going to sleep after 6 and waking up anywhere between 8 and 9 and then catching an hour or two in the afternoon is getting to me.
There's a lot of parts to it, some not posted here. They all add up to a big ole blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
For now, it's cold and raining and really prime sleeping weather. I think I'm going to grab Claude (cats - nature's animate hot water bottle) and go crash while watching the park. I know Gotard has some dayquil around here somewhere.
Bleh.
I've been in a serious funk for the past few days. It's gotten to the point where people are asking me what's up and if I'm alright so I guess it's pretty obvious. Not what I wanted, my goal is not to spread my funk to the people around me.
Kinda sucks, there's a giant list of things I should be doing sitting here peering at me but I don't have the will or want to do any of them. So I sit here and semi-mope and watch the news, read odd websites and play mah jong or text twist. Woo.
I know what part of it is, a big part of it is the Gotard and his tendency to blame the rest of the world for his flaws and fallbacks. I guess after 21 years of being the scapegoat for everything from the plague to his fat ass it's finally gotten to me. Ruin yourself, ruin your future with your pity party, throw it all away on horseshit, do what you want. Just stop taking me down with you.
Part of it is the approaching holidays. Last year was a bountiful year, last year I spent wayyyyy too much on gifts and I loved it, it really made me smile. This year I'm a fucken peasant, everyone gets a Pez dispenser this year. Pisses me off, I know the people I'm talking about won't care but I do. I'm still not used to not having money there when I want it.
Part of it is the server pressure. I know I should have had the damn thing moved by now but my head is just too far rooted up my ass. I don't have that calm and in control state of mind I need to make this happen so it hangs in my mind like a nagging fairy. A little server sitting on my shoulder whispering "change me" over and over.
Part of it is the weather and the onset of the winter long cold that comes with living in an old and drafty house on top of a hill with nothing but river breeze. Woke up real sneezy today and I know my mood gets bleh when sick so I'm assuming a big chunk of bleh is that.
Part of it is my strange sleep schedule or non-sleep schedule. Going to sleep after 6 and waking up anywhere between 8 and 9 and then catching an hour or two in the afternoon is getting to me.
There's a lot of parts to it, some not posted here. They all add up to a big ole blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
For now, it's cold and raining and really prime sleeping weather. I think I'm going to grab Claude (cats - nature's animate hot water bottle) and go crash while watching the park. I know Gotard has some dayquil around here somewhere.
Bleh.
Monday, November 08, 2004
100 (useless) Things About Me
I've seen this on so many blogs. I guess I never thought there would be any great demand to read 100 pointless things about me. But while I was sitting here the other night I read a really interesting list while lurking blogs and I started jotting down random things.
Soon it grew and I struggled a whole lot after 70 but I managed to come up with 100 useless things about me! Do I expect another living soul to actually read this? No, no I do not. It just flowed so I went with it.
(entry has been backdated so it doesn't show up on the main page, people don't need forced exposure to 100 useless things about me - actually posted 11/8/2005).
1. Every decision I make and action I take is based on emotion.
2. I enjoy being alone. Genuinely enjoy it.
3. I hate sitcoms and romance dreck like Desperate Houseskags.
4. I eat hot cocoa mix dry and out of the packet.
5. I love all things British.
6. I can't stand Family Guy, don't think it's funny at all.
7. I smoke weed but have never tried anything stronger than hash in my life.
8. I haven't made a wise decision in 5 years.
9. I'd love to be a published novelist.
10. I have high expectations on myself and others.
11. Conversation matters more to me than sex.
12. I'm a true Pisces in every sense.
13. My all-time favourite TV show was the A-Team.
14. I took 7 years of Latin in high school and remember nothing of it.
15. I have a thing for the Priest look, the all black with white collar.
16. My father is a rare book dealer, my best friends have always been books.
17. I never learned how to ride a bicycle.
18. I rarely find comedy movies funny.
19. I've always wanted to be walking in the woods somewhere and discover a dead body.
20. My main life regret is not becoming an FBI Profiler or coroner.
21. The only males sharing my bed have 4 legs and say 'meow.'
22. I miss Justin.
23. I want to have sex in a cemetery under a full moon at midnight with a man in black.
24. I love Maine, I wish I lived in Maine.
25. I don't like anime.
26. I want to learn Russian, I think it's sexy.
27. I "give" songs to people. All important people in my world have their songs.
28. I'm a people reader. An accurate one.
29. I love to cook, I make a wicked lasagna.
30. I used to be a staunch conservative.
31. I buy too many domains.
32. I tend to start things I never finish.
33. There is one person in the world and only one that I genuinely hate.
34. I follow Dark Zen.
35. The perfect date for me would be driving around haunted places.
36. I like flannel on men.
37. Money used to matter, I've gotten strangely Bohemian.
38. I like being scared.
39. I tend to trust the wrong people.
40. I don't like anything easy.
41. I love to curl up under a fuzzy blanket and watch movies all day/night.
42. I love snow and cold weather. Hate the Summer.
43. I always wished I could draw or paint.
44. I fully support gay marriage.
45. I enjoy watching the British Parliament on CSpan, they yell and laugh. The Japanese, too.
46. I would die before I ate sushi.
47. I like girlie drinks with umbrellas and fruit.
48. I like to BBQ in Winter.
49. I don't miss not being married.
50. I have a strong personality that sometimes takes getting used to.
51. I like dark hair, eyes and voice. That's what I look for first on the outside.
52. I love watching golf, hockey and baseball but I really love golf.
53. I hated Sex in the City.
54. I didn't care when Princess Diana died.
55. I support medical marijuana.
56. I've never shared all of myself with anyone.
57. The types of men I'm attracted to are never the ones who would approach me.
58. I really want to go on a Zen retreat on Mt. Tremper.
59. I have a lot of regrets over things I did in the past I haven't reconciled with yet.
60. I love lemurs.
61. It's been a long time since I've felt anyone was genuinely interested in my mind.
62. I like to say 'fuck' and 'fucken' a lot.
63. I hated Friends.
64. Russell Crowe makes my stomach turn.
65. I have a major life-long thing for Al Pacino, Rutger Hauer, Sam Neill and Liam Neeson.
66. I watch Caillou on PBS Kids.
67. If I were a gay man I would stalk Nathan Lane.
68. I was brought down to the cave where David Berkowitz (the Son of Sam) used to meet
with his Satanic pals and left there by my friends who found it terribly funny.
69. I like kinky creative open minds.
70. Someone once told me I wasn't worth the 'walk on the fire' to get. That hurt me.
71. I love politics, I get off on politics.
72. Having oral sex performed on me has no allure to me at all. Back off.
73. I hate monkeys.
74. I don't like mean people, I always went after the bullies. I don't like mean people.
75. I think Teletubbies are really really funny after I smoke a bowl.
76. I love the holidays, I work hard to match the right gift to the person.
77. I've been called frigid.
78. I hate the way my voice sounds on Mango Radio. I don't sound like that.
79. I want to own a John Wayne Gacy Pogo the Clown painting.
80. I have an abnormal love of all things Law & Order.
81. I'm pro-choice but I don't think abortion should be a form of birth control.
82. I don't like settling for what's there and those who settle rather than strive.
83. I have no problem being wrong and saying I'm sorry.
84. I'm a Spock more than a Kirk.
85. I find Criss Angel incredibly sexy.
86. The Great Gatsby ruined me. Daisy seeks Gatsby and nothing less will do.
87. I only watch the end of Titanic from when the boat starts to sink.
88. I love Andrew Vachss, Michael Connelly, Ayn Rand and Umberto Eco.
89. I'm still pissed at A&E for canceling Nero Wolfe.
90. I've always wanted to drive in the mountains and see moonfaced idiot incest-bred hill people.
91. I'm trying to win the battle of quitting smoking.
92. I like to munch a bagel with peanut butter before bed.
93. I'm deathly afraid of Multiple Sclerosis.
94. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue (neat bar trick).
95. I like boots and spiked heels.
96. I'm equally comfortable whether at a black tie affair or kicking back in PJs and a ponytail.
97. I have flashed my breasts at a trucker on a highway.
98. I see the truth in people even when I'm not supposed to or invited to.
99. I can't resist memes and quizzes.
100. I truly do not believe anyone will read this.
Soon it grew and I struggled a whole lot after 70 but I managed to come up with 100 useless things about me! Do I expect another living soul to actually read this? No, no I do not. It just flowed so I went with it.
(entry has been backdated so it doesn't show up on the main page, people don't need forced exposure to 100 useless things about me - actually posted 11/8/2005).
1. Every decision I make and action I take is based on emotion.
2. I enjoy being alone. Genuinely enjoy it.
3. I hate sitcoms and romance dreck like Desperate Houseskags.
4. I eat hot cocoa mix dry and out of the packet.
5. I love all things British.
6. I can't stand Family Guy, don't think it's funny at all.
7. I smoke weed but have never tried anything stronger than hash in my life.
8. I haven't made a wise decision in 5 years.
9. I'd love to be a published novelist.
10. I have high expectations on myself and others.
11. Conversation matters more to me than sex.
12. I'm a true Pisces in every sense.
13. My all-time favourite TV show was the A-Team.
14. I took 7 years of Latin in high school and remember nothing of it.
15. I have a thing for the Priest look, the all black with white collar.
16. My father is a rare book dealer, my best friends have always been books.
17. I never learned how to ride a bicycle.
18. I rarely find comedy movies funny.
19. I've always wanted to be walking in the woods somewhere and discover a dead body.
20. My main life regret is not becoming an FBI Profiler or coroner.
21. The only males sharing my bed have 4 legs and say 'meow.'
22. I miss Justin.
23. I want to have sex in a cemetery under a full moon at midnight with a man in black.
24. I love Maine, I wish I lived in Maine.
25. I don't like anime.
26. I want to learn Russian, I think it's sexy.
27. I "give" songs to people. All important people in my world have their songs.
28. I'm a people reader. An accurate one.
29. I love to cook, I make a wicked lasagna.
30. I used to be a staunch conservative.
31. I buy too many domains.
32. I tend to start things I never finish.
33. There is one person in the world and only one that I genuinely hate.
34. I follow Dark Zen.
35. The perfect date for me would be driving around haunted places.
36. I like flannel on men.
37. Money used to matter, I've gotten strangely Bohemian.
38. I like being scared.
39. I tend to trust the wrong people.
40. I don't like anything easy.
41. I love to curl up under a fuzzy blanket and watch movies all day/night.
42. I love snow and cold weather. Hate the Summer.
43. I always wished I could draw or paint.
44. I fully support gay marriage.
45. I enjoy watching the British Parliament on CSpan, they yell and laugh. The Japanese, too.
46. I would die before I ate sushi.
47. I like girlie drinks with umbrellas and fruit.
48. I like to BBQ in Winter.
49. I don't miss not being married.
50. I have a strong personality that sometimes takes getting used to.
51. I like dark hair, eyes and voice. That's what I look for first on the outside.
52. I love watching golf, hockey and baseball but I really love golf.
53. I hated Sex in the City.
54. I didn't care when Princess Diana died.
55. I support medical marijuana.
56. I've never shared all of myself with anyone.
57. The types of men I'm attracted to are never the ones who would approach me.
58. I really want to go on a Zen retreat on Mt. Tremper.
59. I have a lot of regrets over things I did in the past I haven't reconciled with yet.
60. I love lemurs.
61. It's been a long time since I've felt anyone was genuinely interested in my mind.
62. I like to say 'fuck' and 'fucken' a lot.
63. I hated Friends.
64. Russell Crowe makes my stomach turn.
65. I have a major life-long thing for Al Pacino, Rutger Hauer, Sam Neill and Liam Neeson.
66. I watch Caillou on PBS Kids.
67. If I were a gay man I would stalk Nathan Lane.
68. I was brought down to the cave where David Berkowitz (the Son of Sam) used to meet
with his Satanic pals and left there by my friends who found it terribly funny.
69. I like kinky creative open minds.
70. Someone once told me I wasn't worth the 'walk on the fire' to get. That hurt me.
71. I love politics, I get off on politics.
72. Having oral sex performed on me has no allure to me at all. Back off.
73. I hate monkeys.
74. I don't like mean people, I always went after the bullies. I don't like mean people.
75. I think Teletubbies are really really funny after I smoke a bowl.
76. I love the holidays, I work hard to match the right gift to the person.
77. I've been called frigid.
78. I hate the way my voice sounds on Mango Radio. I don't sound like that.
79. I want to own a John Wayne Gacy Pogo the Clown painting.
80. I have an abnormal love of all things Law & Order.
81. I'm pro-choice but I don't think abortion should be a form of birth control.
82. I don't like settling for what's there and those who settle rather than strive.
83. I have no problem being wrong and saying I'm sorry.
84. I'm a Spock more than a Kirk.
85. I find Criss Angel incredibly sexy.
86. The Great Gatsby ruined me. Daisy seeks Gatsby and nothing less will do.
87. I only watch the end of Titanic from when the boat starts to sink.
88. I love Andrew Vachss, Michael Connelly, Ayn Rand and Umberto Eco.
89. I'm still pissed at A&E for canceling Nero Wolfe.
90. I've always wanted to drive in the mountains and see moonfaced idiot incest-bred hill people.
91. I'm trying to win the battle of quitting smoking.
92. I like to munch a bagel with peanut butter before bed.
93. I'm deathly afraid of Multiple Sclerosis.
94. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue (neat bar trick).
95. I like boots and spiked heels.
96. I'm equally comfortable whether at a black tie affair or kicking back in PJs and a ponytail.
97. I have flashed my breasts at a trucker on a highway.
98. I see the truth in people even when I'm not supposed to or invited to.
99. I can't resist memes and quizzes.
100. I truly do not believe anyone will read this.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
A word
proph·et
1. A person who speaks by divine inspiration or as the interpreter through whom the will of a god is expressed.
2. A person gifted with profound moral insight and exceptional powers of expression.
3. A predictor; a soothsayer.
4. The chief spokesperson of a movement or cause.
1. A person who speaks by divine inspiration or as the interpreter through whom the will of a god is expressed.
2. A person gifted with profound moral insight and exceptional powers of expression.
3. A predictor; a soothsayer.
4. The chief spokesperson of a movement or cause.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Generalities
Pre-nap prattle. It's the rain, I blame the rain in Spain staying mainly on the plain.
Turn on: Good hair
Turn off: No hair
Turn on: Pierced ear
Turn off: Pierced anything else
Turn on: Eyes with depth
Turn off: Eyes on Prozac
Turn on: A man dressed in all black
Turn off: A man in a speedo
Turn on: The Priest look
Turn off: Wannabe Vampire look
Turn on: Thigh high spiked heel leather boots
Turn off: Platform shoes
Turn on: Humility
Turn off: Assuming because I'm female I enjoy receiving
oral sex, talk of how skilled a man is with his tongue.
Turn on: Him playing the acoustic guitar
Turn off: Him playing death metal on an electric guitar
Turn on: Cold weather
Turn off: Hot weather
Turn on: Rain and Snow
Turn off: Sweat
Turn on: Men who know their place
Turn off: Domineering men (yah, right. Try it.)
Turn on: Flannel
Turn off: Wife-beaters (the shirt, not the act)
Turn on: Intelligence
Turn off: Apathy
Turn on: A bit of the kink inside
Turn off: Beat me, whip me, pee on me, make me bleed.
Turn on: Fantasy Enacting
Turn off: Being asked to call him "daddy."
Turn on: Willingness to experiment
Turn off: Missionary, missionary, missionary
Turn on: Sexual activity mixed with emotion
Turn off: Sex for sex alone
Turn on: Whipped cream and chocolate sauce
Turn off: Oysters
Ok, the mind just went blank.
Turn on: Good hair
Turn off: No hair
Turn on: Pierced ear
Turn off: Pierced anything else
Turn on: Eyes with depth
Turn off: Eyes on Prozac
Turn on: A man dressed in all black
Turn off: A man in a speedo
Turn on: The Priest look
Turn off: Wannabe Vampire look
Turn on: Thigh high spiked heel leather boots
Turn off: Platform shoes
Turn on: Humility
Turn off: Assuming because I'm female I enjoy receiving
oral sex, talk of how skilled a man is with his tongue.
Turn on: Him playing the acoustic guitar
Turn off: Him playing death metal on an electric guitar
Turn on: Cold weather
Turn off: Hot weather
Turn on: Rain and Snow
Turn off: Sweat
Turn on: Men who know their place
Turn off: Domineering men (yah, right. Try it.)
Turn on: Flannel
Turn off: Wife-beaters (the shirt, not the act)
Turn on: Intelligence
Turn off: Apathy
Turn on: A bit of the kink inside
Turn off: Beat me, whip me, pee on me, make me bleed.
Turn on: Fantasy Enacting
Turn off: Being asked to call him "daddy."
Turn on: Willingness to experiment
Turn off: Missionary, missionary, missionary
Turn on: Sexual activity mixed with emotion
Turn off: Sex for sex alone
Turn on: Whipped cream and chocolate sauce
Turn off: Oysters
Ok, the mind just went blank.
<-- Steal me!
