Taste the explosion.

Remember Pop Rocks?

At our little nude getaway last month, one of the guys asked if I'd ever tried Pop Rocks while giving a blow job. I said, "No, doesn't that hurt?" He said it was incredible.So guess what we are going to try it!? We've done the Listermint tabs and they are pretty great. Actually both of us like that sensation, especially when you back up and give a warm blow.

How can it be bad, the back of the package says:

Entertainment For Your Whole Mouth!!

(and it's strawberry)

What is important to one.......

We are having a juried student show at our art gallery this month. It's taken a lot of planning and of course, it's pretty much been left on our shoulders. Because we are the only one who cares about keeping this running and interesting. These artist people have been given a chance of a lifetime and not running with it. So we scamper along and drag them with us. We basically are getting a building space that costs about 6G's a month, in a prime location for nothing. We pay them a portion of our sales, that's it! We will be there until they lease the place, which in this economy could be a long while. It's been since last November so far. I'm just trying to use this opportunity to meet people and get my name out there. It has also given me a purpose in life and opened up other facets of my life that had been buried. With the juried show, we wanted to give other people the same opportunity that we have been given, to show their work. Student entries will start coming in about 2 weeks or so and that will be interesting to see if we got the word out enough to fill the place. We basically can't plan for more than a month or so out because we could get booted at any time. We are open 6 days a week, but have an opening of one kind or another about every month and a half to two months. So, hubby and I have become quite the marketers, art curators, etc. Who Knew?

Muted Glow

Swirls

I choose not to feel.

It's weird... because I know this is my little pace in the world to vent and I don't use it as I should.

I've felt very emotional lately about a lot of things. I go through this every now and again. Years past it was quite common and it wasn't a pretty place to be. I felt so alone in many ways. As of lately I've been on an a even keel. It always scares me when I feel like this. I choose not to, but something stronger than me pulls me into some dark places.

The other day in drawing class I literally broke down. We were doing timed drawings, 3 and 4 minute sketches. I tried the first one and struggled and then the 2nd one struggled and by the third one I was just beside myself not being able to get what I needed down. My thoughts and learning's had just gone to some far away place that I couldn't find. Others around me were whipping these things out like no big deal. I got this huge lump in my throat and by the 5th or 6th drawing, tears started dropping down my face. Mind you that in the beginning of class we had our first critique, in which everybody had chosen mine to be the favorite. Now I'd been reduced to worse than kindergarten. With this project of timed sketches we are drawing fast and large which doesn't register with the old brain, obviously. Oh so frustrating, and I am very hard on myself, I know. It really brought me back to a place where as a child many things didn't click with me very fast and I did get left behind in many ways. I don't feel as if I was anybody's dummy, I just didn't pick things up as fast as others. It's hard to explain, I heard what was being said and taught, but to apply it and retain it has always been hard.

So anyways, I come home with my heart on my sleeve. I reluctantly shared with my hubby my story of my day in class. Mistake... "you'll figure it out". Obviously, but I'm hurting and it's not because I couldn't draw a tricycle today at school. Needed some TLC and help.

I'm ridiculous, but there is still an open wound that I'm trying to deal with. Actually a few of them, but I don't want to write about them at the moment.

I like to call it art.

We cover our feathered friend every night before we go to bed.

I don't know if there's a particular reason.

I guess it is to make her feel safe and comforted.

Every couple months I usually buy a round table cloth I find on sale to cover her with.

After a while they get dingy or get a few holes and I throw them out.

This one she's had a hell of a good time with.

Every morning when I get up she is working her magic on it.

It is a very intricate masterpiece.

I kind of hate to throw this one out.

Hubby and Me and cock makes three.

Us before the Jazz Festival.

I pretty much hate Jazz, but wanted to check out all the goings on.

Yes, that's the party cock. He's now a permanent fixture on the patio.

A little sketchy

Besides our drawings in class, we have to keep a sketch book.

We have to draw pencils every which way. Right now these are basically conture drawings.

We will draw pencils in this sketch book all semester. They can be with something or on their own, they can be broken, hanging, whatever. She told us the reason for "pencils" is because everybody always has trouble coming up with subject matter. (therefore not getting their assignment complete)This way no matter what, you will always have something to draw. If you want to draw something else, just make sure the pencil is in there somewhere.

I haven't added anything to mine yet, but I will.

Pearly Whites

Went to the dentist yesterday and I love the feeling of my clean teeth.

Bad Flashbacks

My friends have been telling me, "you need to get on Facebook". It just hasn't interested me and I feel like I already spend too much time here.

Hubby and I checked it out and he ended up signing up. I have not. I wanted to ponder it a bit.

Seeing how everyone from your past comes flying back to you in an instant doesn't wow me. It is actually quite disturbing. I felt myself being sucked in and down like a drain. My younger years were filled with deaths, operations, leg braces, back brace, being teased, not being able to do what others did, all while just trying to grow up. I had a mother that loved me deeply, but because of her own issues of her upbringing didn't know how to deal with any of it. I floundered to deal with life, and not many helped and some made it worse. Facebook for me just flooded back those hard times and I didn't like that feeling. I don't know if it is the people as much as the time frame. Little bit of the people and a lot of the time frame, I suppose.

I have come such a long way in acceptance of myself. Right know this is where I feel empowered and in control.

Pink Penguins in the Desert or Dirty Squirrels (because I wanted to)

i don't really think there are such things as "dirty" people, only dirty attitudes. there is nothing inherently dirty about some one's raw sensuality (which has its own intrinsic quality), and it shouldn't be seen as such.

Lobo007 wrote this as a comment on my post Get down get Dirty. When I read this it really made me think. I was putting myself in a category as dirty or nasty because I didn't know where else to put myself. I don't think of myself as either one of those, besides the fun of hearing my hubby say," you dirty girl". What it comes down to is, my raw sensuality and the fact that I am comfortable to let it show. It has been a haul to get to this happy place and in a way I'm kind of proud. Some people never let themselves feel pleasure. We are held to such standards that it is hard to break those barriers. I know because I was one of those people up until about 7 years ago. I have slowly progressed into my "own".

Thanks Lobo007 for your comment.

Morning Light

I look like hell in the morning, but these sheer curtains made me feel pretty.

Get down, get dirty.

I need to do a picture like this!

Now let's get down and talk dirty.

The more comfortable sexually I am, it seems the nasty just comes out of me.

I know I have a sort of innocence to me that would'nt give most people a clue what I'm...... or we're into.

I think knowing that is within itself a huge turn on.

I like things rough and hard. I like to have my ass slapped and my nipples pinched.

Just the to hear what a bad girl I've been makes me instantly wet, because it's the anticipation of knowing what is to come next.

I love my hair pulled back and love to be restrained.

I like to be told what I'm going to do sexually.

I think definitely my tendencies lean toward the bondage side.

Maybe not hardcore, but I think I'd like to experiment with it a little more.

It's so weird, because I am a "good girl". I pretty much have a good head on my shoulders and lead a "normal" life.

And then there's Dirty girl.