Q&A
Well, not surprisingly the most popular question from you weirdos is about pubic hair.
I knew I loved you all for a reason. :D
(Chloe – I think of you in the shower, too. *waggles eyebrows*)
Alright, the “status of Sascrotch” isssss –
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*cue suspenseful-type music*
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Sascrotch is sascrotch-y.
He’s still not letting me shave “down there” (*blush*. I am such a prude these days). You know it’s been since last JULY??? That’s (quick finger count) coming up on 9 months! I could have grown an entire human being in that time – instead I’ve grown an entire bush!
I’m not sure he ever will let me shave at this point. I’m also not sure that he’s still planning on any evil hair removal methods either. It seems to me that having it to pull amuses him far too much.
And can I just say that pubic hair pulling is NOT my idea of erotic pain? I just want to get that out there. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
What I don’t hate? Not having to shave. Gawd. I seriously do not miss the hassle of shaving *at all*. No razor burn, no icky red bumps, no itching. It’s shower with no muss-no fuss. I’m quite used to the hair so I don’t even think about it anymore. No more “oh-em-gee! I’m so hairy and grrrrossss! wah!” Nope. None of that.
Now if I could just figure out a way to keep his fist out of it, I’d be all good. (out of the hair, not out of *there* completely. I rather like his fist in some parts. :D )
And as for the armpits and legs, he let me shave those ages ago. It was nasty, that first shave? Looked like Furby exploded in the shower stall. I kid you not. But it was glorious when I was finished and had lotioned up. I felt all smooooove and sexeh.
What I got out of the whole no-shaving experience was a complete and utter end to my body hair obsession. I used to shave almost every day; legs, pits, pubes, every day, unless there were extenuating circumstances that prevented me from it. And on those days that I couldn’t, I’d stress over it. I’d be all “ew! don’t touch me, I’m yucky-prickles!” I’d be self-conscious about having sex and try to beg out of it, I’d not want to get undressed in front of him, I’d keep my distance like I’d just stepped out of a sewer tank or something.
But I found out that he is still attracted to me, even when I look like Chewbacca’s sister. He still wanted to touch me and rub on me and fuck me. The world of sex did not crash because I have body hair. Who’da thunk it?
Of course now I’m all, meh, maybe I’ll shave, maybe I won’t, 2 or 3 days go by… I am teh lazy shaving bitch. No doubt there are some days when he wants to rub all up in my business and his skin is abraded by my prickles. *beams*
This concludes our public service announcement about kaya’s pubes.
;-)
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Why for you haven’t come to see me yet?
Because Master is selfish and won’t share me with you. :-(
What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
Give free blow jobs. Srsly. Chocolate and ice cream?? Together? Yeah, no question. Blow job. *nods*
Why the name Kaya?
That came from my personal bible, the book “The Girl in the Box”. It’s a true crime book with all kinds of deviance and s&m and stuff, and in the book, the perpetrator calls his victim by a single letter (an idea he stole from The Story of O, btw). Her letter was “K”.
I wanted to use “K” as my chat name one day in this bdsm chatroom but it wouldn’t accept a single letter as a nick. I tried “kay” but that nick was already taken, so on a whim (and cuz I wanted to freakin’ chat, dammit) I slappedn an “a” on the end of “kay”, it took the nick and I got to chat. So I kept it.
I’d never heard the word kaya before, didn’t know it *was* a word until people started making references to me about pot and being a stoner. I was all like, wtf? Do I *talk* like I’m baked? Whaddup with that?
Well, apparently, this is whaddup. Hee.
Oh well. Now I hear the name quite a bit. I guess it’s like when you buy a car and suddenly everyone has the same car? Yeah. Like that.
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Why do none of the picture links work on your old entries?
I assume you mean on the way way old entries? Because I think they all are working from a certain date forward (unless I’m wrong and I need to go back and see what’s what).
When I very first started journaling, I had a tiny little website on some seriously worthless hosting site and was uploading pictures there and hotlinking them to my livejournal account.
It seems like livejournal was either not hosting pictures then, or I didnt know they were or something. There was some reason why I had things split like that but I don’t remember what it was.
Anyway, that website was nothing but problems so we gave up on it and shortly after that, I started loading pictures on livejournal but I never went back and fixed all of the older entries. I think I started to once, but it was too hard to remember what picture I had been talking about as nothing was labelled. It was just a lot of hassle and time spent online that Master didn’t think was necessary (he was way stricter with my computer time then than he is lately), so he basically told me to leave it alone.
Now, even if I wanted to go back and plug the pictures in, I couldn’t. Those old pictures were several computer crashes ago and we really suck at backing up our files. I might have a cd of that old stuff somewhere, but I’d not have a clue what picture was supposed to be with what entry.
And in that same vein:
Why the numbers as titles for your posts? I guess i saw this mostly in the 2005-2006 archive. Is it just a weird format change when you switched platforms, or is it some sort of code?
Those numbered posts are all of the posts I’d made on livejournal that I didn’t title. When I moved from livejournal to wordpress and imported all the entries, it assigned the untitled posts these weird random numbers.
I *sucked* at titling and tagging my entries (I still suck at tagging them). I am the unorganized blogger. :-)
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If a fat girl falls in the forest and there is no one there to see it, do the trees laugh??
Yes. *nods*. It is always funny when the fat person falls down. Years of successful sitcoms can’t be wrong!
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I know I’m answering out of order. I jump around. Sorry! I’ll do more tomorrow, I have a lunch date with a friend today! I has a friend. She’s a pervert, too. It’s gonna be fun. :D
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Thursday March 5th, 2009 7:23am
(Chloe – I think of you in the shower, too. *waggles eyebrows*)
Mission Status: Accomplished
(I’m SO going to think of deep, engaging, important questions now. Seriously, I am. So stop smirking.)
wow. he still has’nt let you shave???oh my. morbid curiosty demands photographic evidence… :)
I second the motion!
What? I’m curious too…
Curiosity,
Ally
Who said anything about sharing? He can come too :P
I didn’t know about the Marley album connection either. Learned something new today, Yah me!
i nearly spat my wine out at the furbie in the shower I was laughing so much. Really girl, you have talent.You should really make money from it if you can make a person laugh so consistently.
Tp x