What if we forget the idea of ‘the one’

Okay  – enough with the porn ranting (for now. don’t worry 2 people reading – there will be more at some stage i’m sure)

Anyhoo –
Since the statistics clearly show that the whole ‘until death do us part’ thing doesn’t fucking work – what if we take that part our of the equation. What if marriage become – let’s say – a contract you renew after 10 years?

Now if you got it right – and both parties are happy – you renew for another 20 years. Happily ever after blah blah.

But – if either party is unhappy at that point – the contract extends for 12 months – gives them time to fix things – therapy, whatever they need – then after that, they have the option to renew for the  20 years, or terminate the contract.

The stipulations for property division and custody are already in place beforehand, signed by both parties. Assets accumulated are divided and split 60/40 to the custodial parents – with each parent non voluntarily ‘investing’ a portion of their money to a trust for their kids if they apply. Parents contribute to this fund, and it pays out for schooling, medical, camp etc.

The thing is – a lifetime with one person – it’s a fucking long time. Never feeling that connection with someone new – new lips kissing yours…..new ideas and traits and things to fall in love with. It seems sort of depressing unless you’re one of the ‘lucky’ few who find the right person for them.

Maybe we’re meant to have more that ‘one great love’ (assuming that there is such a thing). And maybe that great love isn’t necessarily a person, an animal. It could be anything you’re passionate about i guess.

I just wonder – does looking for ‘the one’ put too much pressure on ourselves to make every relationship into a potential long term one  – even the ones that perhaps are best meant for what they are – enjoyable (usually…lol) intimate interludes along the great journey we define as ‘life’. Maybe if we took away the pressure to get it right, and gave people an out clause…either marriages would be happier and last longer, or people would get out of bad ones and not throw their lives away by being miserable.

Sanctioned second chance – starting over indeed.

So while we’re talking sex and porn (awesome way to get into blogging…lol, how my doing?)

The pubic hair thing? What’s going on here? When did no fucking public hair become, not only the norm – but the fucking expected thing?

As Women, we put ourselves through all sorts of fucking pain in the name of beauty (we’ll deal with why we do that to ourselves another time, just for fun ) – but internet porn had presented an image of the norm, and both sexes have picked that up and run with it.

Now i’m not saying you go round sporting some huge, tangled 70’s hippy bush – or ball hair long enough to fucking plait….i don’t want to cough up furballs after a blow job.That’s not what i’m saying here people. I’m saying – i’m all for tidying up that shit, keep it nice and trim and sexy but still something there you know? So i don’t fucking look like my 11 year old!!

And personally – i hate a guy who waxes all his hair off – it’s so fucking metro – and it just looks shit. Besides….When i’m enjoying teasing you with a nice long slow blow job….a little public hair to tug on with my teeth – always fucking hot.

The thing is – i don’t think people often realise how internet porn and the accessibility to it – has changed the way we view sex, what we consider to be the ‘norms’ of sex and body shape and ‘beauty’. If that’s all the young guys are seeing, and that’s how the young girls learn what to do then, it’s actually shifting the entire way we as a society, understand sex and how the good stuff works.

Pubic Hair – What’s the Deal Here??

Sex, Porn and 2013

So – is it just me, or does anyone else feel like the availability of porn online has changed the sexual landscape?

Now – i’m no prude – love me a good session, not much i won’t try – like to kink it up at times. Buuuut – here’s the butt again – what’s with guys and the porn moves? The idea if you just pound hard enough, for long enough – that somehow that’s going to leave me writhing and ‘porn star moaning’ in pleasure? (ahhhh, ohhh, yeah, oh em gee, that’s it, yeah, yeah, i’m gonna cum)

What the fuck happened to hands, and fingers, and giving a girl time to get turned on, get worked up, get fucking wet? What happened to kissing, to pashing, to making out while hands roam and play and explore? And what’s with the anal facination. Sure, i’ll play that game with someone i’m seeing regularly – but new guys expecting you to offer up some ass – i don’t fucking think so. Since when did that become a regular menu item?

And the pleasure thing – perhaps it’s because many of the guys in the dating age pool i’m wadding in have grown up with unfettered access to porn – but do guys not understand that women in porn are rarely actually getting off? I’m starting to think these blokes actually think shoving a cock down my throat and then railing on me as hard as they can is going to get me anywhere near an orgasm? And when you guide them, slow them down – show them what turns you on- the ego gets bruised and they start to pout.

It’s a bit of a worry – generations of guys growing up actually having no real idea how to really turn a Woman on. Young Women not forward enough, or experienced enough to ask for anything better – which means you end up with a lot of guys inexperienced in giving pleasure – Women doing things they don’t really want because it’s expected of them. And generations of people growing up sexually unsatisfied.

And where’s the female ‘friendly’ porn? I’ll be conservative, and say 99% of porn is geared to men. Man grabs tits, rips off clothes, man gets cock sucked. Man pounds pussy. Man pounds ass. Man gets ass to mouth. Man calls her a whore, a slut blah blah blah…..man nuts on her face. Woman pants as if she’s sooo turned on. Clip ends. Sometimes there’s variety. Two chicks on demand. Sometimes more. Maybe a couple of guys swapping mid stream – but that’s about it. I would say maybe one in one thousands female orgasms on film are real.

So – there we go – a mid Saturday morning porn rant – that’s the way to start the weekend! : D

The Fucking Mobile Fhone Thing

I caved. Fuck. Cannot believe i caved…..yet here i am the proud owner of a new mobile phone for the Child. Not sure if i’m more pissed at getting it for her earlier than i thought i would – or that her arguments for the phone were better than mine against it, and in the end – not changing my stance would have been unfair i think. Yeah – just got ownd by an eleven year old. Feeling strong…lol. Hold on, time to pour a drink.

So of course we’ve had the long discussion on roaming costs, dowloads etc. She knows to use her ipod for games not the phone, but whether she actually thinks of those practicalities now that she has the phone – who knows?

I watched her pick this phone up – and it’s not Apple so she’s never used it before – and the way she navigated the set up instinctively was incredible. Looking at her eyes, darting around the screen, sucking in information at this insane rate – wow! I can’t imagine what it must be like for them, growing up in the midst of the digital and social media explosion. The instagram and fb, snapchat, kik, bump, skype – faaaaaark – frightening.

And the funny thing is – as a parent – when they’re younger, you’re all like ‘oh i won’t let my kid go on that blah blah blah’ – you know, the whole moralistic parenting thing. But – and here comes the butt – when all the kids are on it, it’s so hard leave them disconnected from that. And at the end of the day – they’re growing up in the SM age – they need to get conversant with how the online world works – the potential for harm, for people behaving in ways they never would in person. And then there’s the creepy stuff you have to warn them about, the security, fuck – it’s never ending.

So anyway – there it is- caver caver caver…lol.

10 minutes

Okay – so Child is back home and i’ve got about 10 minutes while her and the kids across the street do the well worn tradition of the summer holidays walk to the milk bar. You know….so fucking hot outside (39 here today) and the aircon is going inside….but the pull of the variety the milk bar provides over the freezer – well – that’s just about worth it’s weight in gold when you’re 11.

So the $10 it cost me is a little different from the days of going down there with a buck….getting a bubble o bill, a mega python, maybe some fads…a few mix lollies you know…and still having to throw in another milk button to knock out the last 2 cents.

Ahhhh – so the few days off from parenting have been a godsend. The fwb dropped by and put in a pretty good show. Kind enough to leave when done too – so i had the whole bed to myself.

Post orgasm sleep – is there anything fucking better??

Mid 30’s shagging – Online ‘Dating’

So – the online dating thing – fuck me is that a minefield of the mentally deficient one handed typist or what?

Now don’t get me wrong, i’ve met some great people online, had a few seriously decent shags, and scored an ongoing fwb sort of arrangement with a man who is an emotional child, but plays a great game of pool, and usually gets me off at least once. But – there’s a serious amount of muppet weeding going on to find the ones worth meeting – let along shagging.

So that’s my dating life. Sad as all fuck – i agree! Over in a fucking paragraph…lol. Ahhhh – i don’t know….i went through a stage of juggling a few and it was just exhausting – and none of them were anything more than distractions. Waiting for someone you actually want to know mentally as well as physically is the fucking hard part in all this.

And you see your friends couple up – and a few of them have good relationships – but most of them are settling – and you fucking swear you’ll never settle – but in the end, do we all settle in some way? We call it ‘compromise’ cause that sounds more adult – but it’s just a pc way to say we gave up some of our wants out of fear of ending up with nothing.

Maybe there’s something in that? Is something – even if it’s not everything – better than nothing when it comes to relationships?

Okay – I should go do some work. Two nights child free in a row which is a rarity. Work now, play later. I feel the urge to bend over the pool table tonight😉

Later no one.

Introduction

Okay – so, I’ve never ‘bloooged’ before – i don’t know what the deal is. It’s feels like writing a screenplay of your life….an ending yet unwritten. But then the doubt bitch goes ‘how fucking arrogant, thinking people will not only read, but care enough to continue reading.’ But mostly i think of Californication – and Hank’s self loathing at becoming part of the machine – oh yeah – i fucking feel you Hank.

Anyway – a quickie introduction perhaps – Nina. 35, single, parent of one precocious yet delicious small person, co director of a growing Aussie business taking on the go-to players in our field, who just happen to be owned by major global media conglomerates. Oh yes – the playing field is sooo fucking even!!

I have my daughter with me 95% of the time – so let’s say that orgasms that actually involve another person – require precision planning and a sleep over elsewhere for the child. Ha, dating as a mid 30’s, single working parent in 2013 – so much fucking fun.

So yes, i say fuck a lot. I swear other words too….but mostly fuck (or variations there of), shit, horseshit, bullshit (anything in the ‘shit’ family really) – ass, asshole, asshat (again, another family i’m familiar with) and of course bitch and stuff like that don’t even count. I generally draw the line at the C-bomb – but even that has been pulled from the repertoire at times!

So yeah  – that’s the short of it. I’ll try and throw up some vids when the rant hits me – otherwise i’m going to vent the fuck out of this year via this medium – and if anyone cares to come along for the ride – well that would be fucking awesome!!