7 things I write the most throughout the year – Girls Juice

Sometimes readers of this blog will email me saying, “Have you ever written about it [x intimate subject]? I searched your blog and only found secondary references [x sexual experience]nothing! ”

Then, I had to say, “Yes, pay purposefully because it’s too juicy to do public consumption. Here’s the link.”

The truth is, while you might think that blogs about my sex life for 13 years would make me more open, I actually learned a lot about what I’ve been doing over the years no Share publicly – Either because it’s so controversial and I don’t want to peddle it, or because it’s so personal that I don’t want some people in my life to read it, or because it’s so juicy that I’d feel psychologically exposed if it’s available online for free. Writing your mind is a skill, and part of that skill is knowing when to back off!

With that in mind, I think I’ll give you some previews, which are the 10 most, most personal, most original and understated embarrassing works I’ve written so far for paid news this year. When you sign up for just $5 a month, you get instant access to all of these works, as well as hundreds of other past articles behind this paywall. This is a good way Support my work so that I can continue to do so – Because, as you may have noticed, the U.S. government and payment processors are currently making it increasingly difficult for Queer, Kinky and sex-positive creators to make a living from work. I really might have to pack it and get boring vanilla work on these days (!!) if things go on – so I am very grateful for any financial support my readers have generously provided because this actually allows me to continue writing. Thank you!

7. The world is on fire – DM your secret love

In it I tell you how and why I started flirting with Twitter’s cute movie nerds, what happened next:

Maybe the pandemic put me in a state of learning thinking, and life feels like life “to me” – just like life is an unruly boat on a roaming ocean, and I can’t grab the steering wheel.

But I still have control over something. Like if I send DM to a cute boy.

So I did…dming turned to texting, which turned to watching movies, as my stupid sweet fantasy predicted – though online rather than on the couch, because we don’t live in the same country. It feels comfortable in its own way: we chat, flirt and convince the world, we work hard on Hitchcock film studies every week, and my friends often ask me, “How is your movie boy?” Always make me smile.

6. Why do I sometimes fantasize about fools?

In it, I judge myself because of the fantasy that matches the status quo in some ways:

I don’t even think there is anything wrong with the fantasy of virgins, whatever gender you are…but the problem is that fantasy can sometimes inform our real life behaviors and attitudes in harmful ways, especially when these fantasies match the destructive myths and narratives that exist in the real world. We need to be self-aware of our fantasies and their reinforcement in our minds, and we don’t need to be obsessed with everything that is a bigger cultural obsession. In fact, it may very well articulate the local differences between its desires and “normatives”.

This is part of how compelling my fantasy of my own virginity: They create cultural trends in a way that is gendered. The readings for male virgins are quite different from those of women. I hope there is no gender inequality, but sometimes they certainly bring some interesting complexity to sexual fantasy!

5. What happens when sex toy reviewers can’t horn?

In it, I share all the tricks I’ve learned “n” tricks, and even if I don’t like it, force myself to turn it on because my job requires it:

Of course, I Can Reviews from a sex toy in a ruthless state – but you want to read restaurant reviews written by a full meal person forward The joints they intend to review? Probably not, because the reviewer was (very likely) unable to shake the restaurant at the time, physically or mentally. Again, when I test sex toys, I need to be fully excited. Otherwise, I just feel like my genitals are being poked and stimulated, and this experience will lead to very boring and useless comments.

So, needless to say, my unusually low-key sexual desire makes it a hassle for me to hook up the three fucking dildos this week. As a result, those test sessions were the hardest I’ve ever had – let’s face it, it masturbates in my own comfortable bed, so even at the bottom of the rock, it’s not a tough day in the office (or mine)! But, despite this, it’s a mistake comedy from start to finish…

4. Guide to Crying Girls Recovering from Rejection

In it, I deal with the feeling of rejecting rejection for improvisation – at the same time, I learned advice from the many times I was rejected:

Step 3: Remember this is not an individual.

This is YA’s paradox: when someone doesn’t attract you, you shouldn’t accept it yourself, because the attraction is so personal.

I know it’s confusing, so I’ll explain what I mean. The pattern of human attraction is a spinning mystery, even for those who specialize in studying them. The qualities that attract us (or from) potential partners may be positioned by our past and present, our exes and our range, our range, our insecurity and neuropathy, emotions and mindsets, we are in a position of hormonal cycles and unlimited other factors. Furthermore, we don’t have many things to change our nature and not be attracted to. If you meet someone who looks great “on paper” but doesn’t inspire anything you know exactly how frustrating this can be and how futile it can be to “force it”!

When someone rejects us, we often hear “eww, absolutely not, you’re a hairy!” – especially because sometimes people are assholes and do say something like that! – But the truth is that their rejection is a statement about their own attraction, not about your attraction, both of which are completely subjective. As Dita von Teese said, “You can be the most mature and juiciest peach in the world, and there will still be someone who hates peaches.”

3. Love addiction, fire forced, and sitting on love

In it, I tell you the closest I’ve ever been to “Love Addicts” and how that feels like, and how I got rid of it:

Just as compulsive lottery buyers would envision all the houses, yachts and Rolexes they could buy through bonuses, I would also endlessly fantasize about the hypothetical people: what they would be, what they would be, how we would treat each other, where we would go and what we would do together. These fantasies emerge in my mind during many boring journalism lectures. Headlines Mathematics and slandering law never catch my attention like a glittering, happier life.

Because this is ultimately the purpose of all these swipes and all these fantasies: it’s a crazy pursuit of happiness. I believe, my bones deeply believe that there is someone out there that suits me perfectly and that if I just work hard I can find them. I believe finding the right love will restore my whole life: relieve my constant anxiety and depression, illuminate my days, reduce the number to all issues until I can’t hear their dedication. I think, essentially, the ideal partner will appear one day-even soon! – And save me from everything, including myself.

2. Can a pleasant person enjoy pleasure?

In it, my experience associated with someone in /r /rantanacksofmuffdive subreddit (aka raomd) raises questions for my people like whoa:

I was punctual, but he was already there when I arrived and had a drink at the bar. He chose this place. Ten years ago, I might have said, “Oh, anywhere is great!” But since the whole legend is a self-fulfilling exercise, I decided to practice a desire and asked him to choose a place where he could get a dirty gin martini. It is crazy to feel my pleasurable impulse roaring in such a gentle provocation. He will think you are too high in maintenancethat ancient voice persists. He would think you were a spoiled princess. (No need to mind, many specialized RAOMD posts Looking for “Pillow Princess”…)

He obviously didn’t think so. Maybe he did it, I don’t know, it made him open. But anyway, I claimed he was in the bar theater next to him, shook a handshake for some reason and ordered my habit of martini. He put down a credit card and paid for it immediately, and I gritted my teeth and slammed my purse’s urge, while the pleasant voice in my mind continued to shout, What kind of conceited boy makes men pay for her drinks when she doesn’t even plan to sleep with him late at night? (Did I mention that my inner pleasure is also Hella Misogynist? Thanks, society!)

1. When cats eat not exactly as expected

In the more random actions mentioned above, I practice advocating myself when scattering my cat’s face on a handsome man:

I know sex is good because my memory of it is hazy and dreamy. He spent at least an hour just kissing my neck and chest, biting my skin, pulling my hair, massaging my muscles, and melting me into a mess. My endorphins were high, gasping in pleasure, trembling, and lost for a while. That’s all the best sex I’ve ever had. And he hasn’t even taken off his underwear.

I want to tell you that when he does it, everything is still great – but a little bit of a barrier. I’ve been so completely reduced to mushy that I can’t provide feedback on technology at the moment, and his approach to cat food is laser-focused on my clitoris: direct, intense and precise. While I know there are many vulva owners better than having their clits flicker and suck, I have never been able to deal with this violent attack. My clitoris needs to be gently romantic through the clitoris hood and internal labia. It is not uncommon for a new partner to need some direction to fall my way down the way I like – if this person is reluctant to tear off my mind when it reaches my cat, I might be able to give such directions!

No matter what form it takes, thank you as always for your readers and support! Thank you, I’m glad you’re here. I wish I could continue to do this for a long time.

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