Q&A

(Some follow-up questions to my answer about voting the other day)

you are engaged in what the vanilla world would term an alternative type relationship, doesn’t the idea of the tea party mentality, right wing groups scare the living shit out of you? While I fully recognize liberals may not come right out and endorse the lifestyle and kinks we all choose, I fear the right wing will certainly curb/limit/destroy our freedom to express it, Blogs, businesses like yours could at some point very well be a target for a witch hunt. Spank-fest no more!

It doesn’t scare me, or him. What it is that we do doesn’t have to be expressed publicly. If the ability to do so was taken away, we’d keep doing what we’ve been doing quietly in our home. The blogs, munches, Spankfest- those are just perks. Not a necessity.

The people willing to fight for it to keep that perk have my utmost admiration and respect. I’m just not one of them. Whether he will ever be one of them I can’t say. What his reaction might be to feeling “threatened” by a witch hunt… I don’t know. Maybe he’ll regret his apathetic political stance, maybe not.

there is a distinct movement afoot, and so when you said that Scott didn’t think there was anyone worth voting for, and they may very well be, but I can promise you there are people worth voting AGAINST.

All I can say is that Master is, at this point and time, very jaded and cynical with the whole political system. Whether I agree with it or not, like it or not, the decision to change it or remain this way is his to make.

At the moment, I’m glad that he’s not making me vote and not using my vote as his second vote. Because on the occasion that we discuss political issues, we tend to not agree on too much. I’d rather not vote for anyone than vote for someone who I just don’t agree with.

I know you are in a Master/Slave relationship, he owns you, literally, but some how in my mind that never extended to voting.

That’s not unusual. This isn’t the first time voting has come up as a topic and you aren’t the first one to think ownership either shouldn’t, or didn’t, include that right.

But it does. For us anyway.

As an American living abroad and watching people struggle for democracy, for the right to vote, I have to say it made my ass twitch. And I want to encourage both of you to protect your freedom of speech, expression, get out and vote!

Part of that freedom, disagreeable as it may be, is the freedom to not participate. If participation is expected, or even required, it’s no longer a freedom.

Kinda reminds of the women’s lib thang. Give women the rights they deserve, but look down on them if they don’t use them. *shrug*

Are you bi? Curious? Experimented? Do tell.

I thought I was gay for awhile. I had a relationship with a girl for a couple of years at the end of, and just out of, high school. I wrote about it here.

I’ve had a couple of interactions with women since then. Nothing anywhere near that serious or exclusive, but 3-somes, things of that nature.

I love women. I love breasts and soft, kissable lips. I love the smooth skin and the fleshy, flowing curves of a woman’s body. I love the way they smell and taste and how amazing it is to curl up against a women and caress that silky softness, losing myself in shared sensations.

But- three things:

I equally love the hard, angular roughness of a man’s body. The contrast is hot.

I crave the kind of sex I have with a man more than a woman. The natural brutality of it, the clashing of bodies. “Scissoring” just doesn’t have that same energy (nor do toys).

And lastly, power and control are essential to my life and women simply do not inspire that in me. Not that women can’t be mean because when it comes to s&m I think women are meaner than men. But s&m is a whole separate entity to power.

I used to describe myself as bisexual. But I’m not sure if that’s accurate anymore. Over time with Master I seem to be losing the attraction I once felt so strongly for women. Not that he’s encouraged that loss, mind. He’s red-blooded perverted male and would like nothing more than to watch some girl-on-girl action.

I think it’s just that my sexuality is so intrinsically tied up with power and control these days. The only time I even crave a women is when there is a power-slant put on the fantasy. If I envision her as a second dominant (which isn’t a far-fetched fantasy, btw. That’s something Master has talked about) or if Master’s ordered it, is forcing me.

I would still thoroughly enjoy having more experiences with women, provided that Master was also involved, even if she were on equal status as me. That scenario is just not something I crave as I used to.

Which is a great lead-in to the next question:

Does your master allow/force you to have sex with other men/women? If so do you enjoy it?

He has not yet. He almost certainly will force it (or not even have to force so much as just point. hee.) with a woman in the future, and he might likely force it with another man (that one would be force, for sure. By “force” I mean he’ll say do it and I’ll do it. I think sometimes people think of force as a more hands-on, standing over me with a whip kind of thing when it’s typically a matter of him simply giving the order and me knowing the consequences of not obeying. Maybe it works that way for everyone though. *shrug*)

Don’t know if I’ll enjoy it. Possibly not entirely at the time (with a man anyway), but very likely when it’s over. I seem to work that way.

You might be able to answer this one…but the comments on a kink-friendly dentist to remove your toofers has me wondering just how big IS he?

You know he’s going to biff me upside the head, probably with his monster-cock, if I get this wrong, right? ;-)

I’ve been meaning to ask him for a precise measurement, but srsly, he’s swamped at work and I’m stressed to the max at home. We’re lucky to get a good night kiss in these days. Yesterday, he left at 5am and didn’t get home until 9pm. This morning, he left at 4am. I’m srsly having Master-withdrawals.

So, I’m going from what I think I know. And I have some photographic evidence. *beams* (I just like looking at it, to be honest. Y’all are just gonna have to scroll real fast or share in my delight of OMGPENIS!)

Lengthwise, he’s somewhere between 8 and 9 inches, erect. If he’s bigger than that, when he reads this, he’ll certainly correct me. Hard, I hope. With his penis. I hope.

Circumference is harder for me to guess. I know that if he lays his cock on my forearm, width-wise, he’s as wide as my wrist. That’s about 2.5 inches wide. So I’d guess circumference to be 5.5 to 6? 6.5?

Now I’m all hot to be measuring.

Here are some pics. I took these off my fet profile.

This is as far as I get when my teeth start to really dig in. If he wants it in all the way, he’s got to put on his masochist hat. Though he denies being a masochist, he shoves it in often enough that I don’t believe him.

This one is ass-meets-dick. I think fisting by a small woman would hurt less. (Not that that’s an invitation to try!)

This one in relation to the size of my head makes me giggle. Plus, I just really like the look of his dick. Isn’t it purty??

And this one I think really captures just how much it’s totally NOT going to fit in my mouth. Remove teeth, unhinge the lower jaw and maybe we’ll talk. Well, I won’t be talking, if you know what I mean. Giggity.

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Q&A

Could you please answer a “How-to-” question?

So I’ve been looking at old Titty Torture Thursday posts for ideas. I noticed a few pics where you placed rubber bands around your tits, and decided to try this out for myself. The problem is that the bands kept popping off my boobs. It was a struggle just to get them stay, but they’d just roll right off if I made the slightest movement. How do you get these things to stay in place? Is there some trick to this that I’m not aware of?

They’d slip off me too, especially if he tried to be nice about putting them on (or if I tried to be nice to myself). Pretty much, you have to take a big bunch of them all at once, stretch them out and if you have a helping hand, grab the tit and pull it through.

Master really liked that part, btw.

If you’re doing it alone, kinda lean forward so gravity does a little bit of pulling the tit down.

Let the bands snap on in that big bunch, then holding the tit firmly (and squeezing harder than is necessary while shaking and pulling if’n you’re Master!), roll the bunch of bands up as far as they’ll go.

Then, very quickly, as in while the slave is still squirming and owing, grab another big bunch and repeat.

The more bands, the tighter they hold, the better they will stay on.

I’m totally bringing rubber bands to the next play party. I miss that! Thanks for the reminder!

Can you describe you first time? (All 3 firsts if you want)

My first 3 times doing what? lol.. I’m not trying to be difficult, I’m just not sure what you’re asking. First time playing, first time having sex, first time…. what?

what has been the best two days of your life so far, one day in your vanilla life and one day in your kink life?

This is an incredibly difficult question.

It’s impossible to single out just ONE day because “the best” can be so many different things.

The day I held my daughter’s hand and coached her through labor was pretty fucking rocking cool.

The day I held my own babies for the first time ranks up there pretty high.

The day my girls took first and second place in the spelling bee. Every single parent-teacher conference I have with Am’s teachers where they praise her talents and hard work and dedication.

Watching the Boy play the guitar.

The day I met Master.

The day we got married.

Those naughty little weekends we used to have when the kids would be gone. The time he tied me naked to a rafter in a creepy, crawly basement, gave me a broom and made me clean. The first time he slammed his cock down my throat and emptied his bladder. The first time he pushed me to the floor and put his boot on my neck. The first time he wrapped his hands around my throat and deliberately cut off my air while staring into my eyes.

The first time we had a fight and he threw me down, straddled me, and.. just… just won.

I could go on and on, each one of them being “the best” in a different way and for a different reason.

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Q&A

Was your M always a Dom? I know from reading you that he was when you met, but when did he know? What about the other Masters in your circle of friends? Did they all know from an early age or were any of them vanilla guys that grew into it after meeting a not so vanilla partner? Can it be learned, or is it intrinsic?

I think it’s intrinsic. I think anyone can learn the motions, the right words, how to swing a cane. Same with the small-s types. Anyone can learn the basics.

But having the ability to inspire submission or the need to give away power- that’s not something you learn. It’s something you have, something you are.

He has always been a dom. But it often takes a failed vanilla relationship (or two, three, a dozen) to realize why those other relationships weren’t working. He’d carried other labels around; control-freak, temperamental, abusive, micro-manager — just to name a few. It’s not until you meet the right person who can turn what is a negative trait to some into a postive trait for that person.

Of the people we know, it’s interesting. The older folks (and by older I mean my age so, you know, we’re not collecting dust or anything) have at least a couple of vanilla relationships in their past and can speak of what it was like when they found the vast world of bdsm. But some of the younger ones not only don’t have any past vanilla relationships (beyond junior high perhaps) but they’ve always known what bdsm is.

I attribute that to the internet mostly. I’d never even heard of bdsm, had no clue what s&m was, and thought I was a sick, sick woman prior to getting connected to the net in my late 20′s. That’s a fairly common story amongst the older bdsm crowd. Not so much with those who grew up with the internet.

Ok, I bet you’ve gotten this one before, but are you afraid that your kids will find this blog? Or some friend of them?

I really don’t worry about it. I just don’t. Call it sticking my head in the sand, knock me out of line up for Mom Of The Year, whatever. That’s one of those “cross that bridge when I get to it” kind of scenarios.

Though, if it is found and if it’s something that bothers them to a large degree, I’m either going to lock it down or delete it completely. I don’t anticipate that happening but if it does, I think I’m mostly past the blogging fervor I had once upon a time and I wouldn’t be terribly upset about it. *shrug*

When did you decide to put your face on your blog? I have pics on mine but haven’t shown my face as yet, so was wondering what made you decide to take that step

Master was putting pictures up it seems since the very very beginning so I’ve had a long time to come to grips with it. I really don’t even think about it anymore. Plus, I think the internet is a huge HUGE place and the likelihood of being recognized by bumping into someone who reads here is slim to none. It’s never happened after almost 6 years of blogging. And I don’t think I’m all that recognizable anyway. The way I look while grocery shopping with the kids is not even close to how I look with a ball gag (or a dick) in my mouth..lol. I’d be surprised if anyone could pick me out and know who I was. (Not to mention the fact that I don’t think all that many people read me anyway. Yanno what I mean, jelly bean?)

I was wondering if Jess has healed or is still experiencing problems since the Dr. made such a mess of things? Is she in school or working that you are babysitting so much?

She has healed-finally. There was a specialist and some physical therapy involved, and the conclusion that it wasn’t “enough” of the fault of the doctor to pursue malpractice (though I sure wanted to, on principal if nothing else!). I’m just glad she’s okay now.

Otherwise, things are pretty rocky for her right now. She’s having some difficulties getting herself straightened around and we’re working with her to accomplish that. It’s causing some major stress for us as a family.

We’ll work it out though. We always do. :)

So, did cutting your hair help with the headaches? I think it looks great!

Not one single hair-related headache since getting it cut. But I’m already ready for another trim and I’m itching to go shorter yet. He’s squashed the entire notion though, big meanie that he is.

He keeps saying he’s going to auction off** letting someone shave my head completely at Spankfest this summer. I know he’s trying to scare me but I’m all “Bring it ON, Motherfucker! Shave it!” (and I can say that because I know he won’t do it)

(I think he wont)

(you think he would??)

(it never bodes well to be too cocky but I don’t think he will)

(maybe)

Just a reminder, March is Question and Answer month. Comments are moderated so don’t be shy! Ask away. Also, Master is open to questions too. (Grill him. I double-dawg dare you!)

**The auction is a fun event at Spankfest where play money that you can earn in a variety of ways throughout the weekend is used to “buy” a slave or whatever. All in good fun.

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Theme Song

So I was thinking…

Should it ever be that us doormat-ish type slaves want to stage a coup, I have the perfect theme song.

Not that we would ever WANT to rise up and take control, of course. I’m just saying, IF… you know. If it ever happens, I’m singing this:

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

Yeah. So. Keep it in mind. ;-)

I was trying to think of what the theme song should be for us right now though. There are too many to choose from. Apparently, sex and bondage and service makes for awesome lyrics.

There’s this whole page to choose from!

I want to fuck to this song. Like… bad. I want it blasting so loud that you can’t hear your own grunts. I want it beating through my chest. That song makes me HOT.

Well poo. I was supposed to be looking up songs to exercise to and all I’ve found are songs to masturbate to.

Brb! And don’t worry, I always wash my hands when I’m done. ;)

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Q&A

What are your fantisies of at this time?

Other than the ones I mentioned in the last post under “things you haven’t done yet”, my current fantasy is that Master wins the lottery and gets to quit this job that has, thus far, ruined TWO very recent attempts to get together with friends and have some play time.

And countless other not-so-recent attempts.

(Though, I’m grateful that he has a job in this economy. A good job. And I’m grateful that him being called in means that he’s obviously needed at his job. But damn it all. A slut has needs, yanno?)

So, blah blah blah, I’m irritated. I’m ready to just shelve it all and pull it out when it isn’t so frustrating. Repeatedly getting my hopes up only to have them dashed is starting to get to me.

And I’m seriously not saying that in a whiney-princess sort of way. I’m thinking very practical about it. We function perfectly well with M/s on a more service-based level. The play time just isn’t happening and I’m pretty sick of thinking about it.

Bah humbug!

1. i know you have had other men “play” with you i.e. at spankfest with your Master present…but has it ever gone beyond play? i.e. ever had full fledge sex with another while Master is present?

No. It’s never gone beyond play.

Yet.

As I said in another post, the right person(s), the right time, the right frame of mind and it’ll happen.

Conversely, i remember reading a few post when you thought He could use a temporary slut, i.e when he is traveling, has He ever had full sex with another with or without you being there since you have been married?

Also, a “not yet” and a “the right person(s), the right time, the right frame of mind and it’ll happen” answer. He’s certainly not opposed to sleeping with other women, but he’s never been one for just picking up any ol’ girl in a bar or whatever. So when he’s traveling, unless he knows someone, it’s unlikely that he’ll sleep with a stranger.

Unlikely, but not impossible. After all, I was practically a stranger the first time we met and fucked and played. :D

I’ve put the occasional tentative feeler out when I know where he’s traveling to, kind of hinted around for available sluts, but just as he’s reluctant to sleep with someone he’s just met, so are the women I’ve talked to.

Sheesh. All of these ethical sluts! Raining on my cuckqueaning fantasies! ;-)

If yes, how do you deal with that, while i know we are all supposed to be “mature” i think if i were in that position mature would not be the first thought that came to my mind, I would be more on the jealous, crazy bitch level.

Though it hasn’t happened yet, I have an answer anyway.

Probably because of many things in my past, I have a disconnect between sex and emotion. I can have sex with someone and feel nothing for them, and it doesn’t affect or change how I feel for the person that I love, so it’s not hard for me to understand other people doing it.

I’m not a jealous person anyway, plus he’s drilled the concept of ownership into me so effectively that I don’t see him as “mine”, you know? He owns me, I don’t own him. That possessiveness isn’t a two way street.

I don’t view you guys as a poly type of couple, some how in my mind I have already created boundaries for you two – yes you can thank me later, and yes i am stepping way over any polite borders, but hey if i can’t ask you who can i ask?

If it weren’t for time constraints and the kids in the house, we’d probably already be poly. For a future concept, it’s not off the table at all. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having another here to share the workload (both sexual AND chores!). Though he’s repeatedly said that another slave would have to contribute financially so probably she’d get a pass on the chores around the house. Boo.

2. Is there something that He has wanted you to do, but you just can’t for what ever reason…?

I’m guessing you’re asking about things more in the bdsm-sense?

There are bunches actually.

I’m probably never going to be an anal-loving whore. Like.. never. He’s too big and it always hurts and I hate, hate, hate it. He jokes (and by ‘jokes’ I mean he’s completely serious) and says that his next slave will have to be an anal whore. That is fine by me. If I never had to have anal sex again, I’d die a happy girl. :P

Likewise (or should I say Sizewise? Hee.) unless he really does find that kink-aware dentist, I’ll never be able to give him a deep-throated, pain-free (for him) blow job. He can have deep-throat with painful teeth scraping or he can have no-pain and shallow. Not both.

Or he could have penis-reduction surgery. Is there such a thing? I bet there is. I wonder if he’s game…

I will never be an exhibitionist. He’s the exhibitionist; I’m just his exhibit. I think he would like it better if I was more…oh I dunno… excited about it?

I’m sure I’m not answering this correctly but it’s early. Sue me. Feel free to re-ask if I’m way off base (that goes for any question from anyone, btw.)

3. this one will surprise you..but there is a method to my madness to be revealed at a later date…are either one of you politically active? do you vote? are you registered as republicans or democrats?

He is not politically active, therefore neither am I allowed to be. He can’t control my thoughts on politics but he can certainly control my actions. So far, he says there hasn’t been anyone worth voting for so he’s not let me vote.

Though I’d have totally voted for Obama, and he is so not an Obama fan. Had he let me vote, he’d not have let me vote for him. I’d be Master’s second-vote, not my own voice.

He says we’re independents.

Obligatory update on the status of Sascrotch please.

Sascrotch is alive and well! Growing, thriving. And beginning to outgrow the boundaries that I had in mind, namely stopping at the edges of my underwear and NOT sprouting out the sides of the leg holes, looking like I shoved a damn Bloomin’ Onion down my pants.

Not too long ago, he made a spur of the moment offer, telling me I could shave it. “Once, cunt. Just once.”

I declined the offer.

Because shaving it once would be a disaster. My skin isn’t used to it anymore, I’d be razor burn from top o’ da crack to bottom o’ da crack, and the regrowing process itches like a heroin addict. No thanks, Spanky!

Oh hey… did you mean pictoral update?? :P

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In other news in my life– there isn’t much.

The Stanley Steamer guy is coming today. I’m uber-exicted about that.

And, um, yeah. That about covers the current excitement that is the life of kaya.

I plan on getting laid tonight. *nods* I don’t know, nor do I particularly care, what HIS plans are. I just know I’m getting some, even if I have to take it by force.

I know, right? I talk big. It amuses him. ;)

(but I’m totally getting laid. You watch.)

~cunt

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Q&A

Is there anything, kinky and sexual, or in vanilla life, that you have always wanted to try out or do and haven’t yet? And do you think you will ever actually get around to doing them?

I’ve never done a gangbang type thing. Like if he were to give me to a couple guys, him included or watching or not, and tell me I’m to just be used and do what I’m told.

Cuz that’s a hot fantasy right there.

I would do it if he told me to. I’m not sure that he’d ever tell me to, though. Though he finds the idea of it just as hot as I do, he gets hung up on the realities of it. And his reality is that he’s not sure how he’d feel after. Since he’s not sure, he’s not willing to risk it.

Yet anyway.

I think if the right circumstances presented themselves, the right men that he knew were disease/drama free- yeah. It’d happen.

I’d also be very interested in watching him with other women in a manner that would humiliate me. This is something I’ve talked about before. I know cuckholding is what they call it when it’s a man being humiliated and watching his woman fuck other men, but I can’t recall if it’s called the same thing when it’s the girl being degraded.

I’m pretty sure that will happen someday.

I think it would be hot to be used as payment of some sort. Not me, but my “services”, if’n you know what I mean. *waggles eyebrows*

I can’t really think of any playing or scenes or toys that I either haven’t done or am all that interested in doing. I mean, I’m always seeing toys that I’ve never tried that I would like to try, but, meh, impact is impact and clamps are clamps, yanno? While the sensation varies by toy, it doesn’t vary enough that I’m hot to try the 1,ooo different types of canes that are on the market.

We definitely want to experiment more with long term caging/confinement, stricter isolation, sensory deprivation, etc. and we will do that. Someday, when we’re empty-nesters.

What was your marriage ceremony like?

Here’s a link to the post I made about it then.

We weren’t incredibly interested in the ceremony part so much as just wanting to make it all legal. That whole tack bra through the metal detector is funny NOW though. ;-)

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Reflection

What are all y’alls thoughts on the notion of a slaves/property/whatevers actions being a reflection on the Master/Owner/whatever?

I haven’t had enough coffee to really articulate why I think what I think, all I can say is that I think the notion is bunk.

That could just be because I’m naturally sort of a bitch, and I’m really good at it, and I don’t want to have to give that up if I truly am “making him look bad”.

Also, he just doesn’t care. So, you know, that helps.

He and I both think we stand alone in our actions. My actions reflect on me, his actions reflect on him. He has no interest (at this moment. It’s always subject to change on a whim of his) in controlling that side of me. In fact, he likes it. He likes my spirit, my wit (or lack thereof), my sarcasm and my mouthiness. That other people are sometimes on the receiving end of said wit (and by wit I mean snark, tyvm) is, for him, a bonus. It means I’m leaving him alone for a bit. :)

Although I have to admit that there have been times when I’ve witnessed some unruly slave’s behavior and have thought to myself “Jesus. I can’t believe he lets her act like that!” which completely does not align with my previous statements.

So what do you all think? “Stand alone” or “mirror mirror, on the wall”?

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Q&A

What would it take to get you to post more often?

A maid to do all of those chores that Master keeps trying to tell me is the reason I’m here. Every time I ask for one, he beams and tells me he already has one and her name is the same as mine! What a cowinky-dink, eh, cunt?

Oh he’s a card all right. I’m owned by a freakin’ comedian.

Or, you could donate all of your monies to us so he could retire and then we’d have lots of time to do things that actually give me blogging material.

Barring those two things happening, it’s enough to know that someone wants me to post more often and therefore, I’ll try. For you. :)

Did you expect to like your grandchild as much as you? I’m not trying to be a smart ass (for a change), I am asking if realized before hand how much she would steal your heart?

Yes and no. Looking back, I think I fell the very second Jes walked out of the doc’s office with her positive test result.

But I didn’t know how hard I’d fall when I saw her for the first time. I didn’t know how much harder I’d fall, and continue to fall, when I give her a bottle and she stares up at me with those magnificent blue eyes. Or when she breaks out into a huge, slobbery, toothless grin when I walk into the room. Or when she reaches for me when she’s crying. Or her baby smell, her wispy hair that is identical to her mother’s, her squeals and giggles. God. She so has me wrapped, tight as burrito.

When she goes, as I know she will someday, it’s going to shatter my heart. I know it will. In the meantime, I’m simply treasuring every moment I have with her.

Which would be most effective in convincing your Master to loan you to me for about 12 hours (under his supervision of course)? Money? A really cool hunting and/or fishing trip? A firearm as a gift? Plane tickets? Creating a scenario of maximum mind fuck for you? Something I’ve not mentioned? A promise to make you dress like a Mormon missionary and go door to door asking if they believe the Bible allows a husband to spank his wife?

I would say all or any of the above would do the trick but the fact is, he’d probably do it for nothing. He’d sit in the corner and point and laugh and say things like “My cunt is going to get beat. Neener-neener-neener!”

I assume you mean to beat me, yes? It seems most people want to. Though I’ve NO idea why that is, seeings as I’m so sweet and all.

;-)

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Q&A

Can I borrow your shoes?

This one would be honored to have her slave-sister’s sweaty feet stinking up my shoes.

Or..

Hell NO. Buy yer own, ya shoeless wench.

Pick your own answer. :P

Now, I have a question for you guys.

I was out having coffee with BFF-Jill today and she was wondering, since we’re both kinda new to this friendship thing, if we were “doing it right”.

So that’s my question.

Exactly what it is that you do with your friends?

(stop sniggering at me. I can hear you, you know. I’m completely serious! We don’t know what we’re doing here!)

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March Question and Answer

March is question and answer month round the blogosphere. You ask, I answer.

Comments are screened, you don’t have to use your name. I don’t promise to answer everything, nor do I promise to answer anything in a timely manner. I only promise to do my best.

Don’t worry about repeating a question from the last couple of March Q&A posts because I won’t remember having answered it before anyway. ;-)

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