porn star pussy

Why do are some clitorial orgasms more intense than others? Why do I come with someorgasms and with others, I still remain fairly dry? These are not rhetorical questions!

The other night I was hanging out with the girls at the tattoo shop, we started talking about the size of our labias. We were commenting on whether or not our pussies looked worn out and tired like porn star pussies.

I’ve seen enough porn and genital piercings to notate whether or not that particular pussy was attractive or not. There are some women who are so gappy, you can shove the Eiffel Tower up their cunt and they wouldn’t even know it was up there. Some women have pussies that look beautiful and then their face, you want to throw a bag over it.

half a world away

I’m in love with one of my classes, Advanced Composition, because the professor is NOT a hard ass. This is not to say the professor is not difficult, she is, but she also gives us a lot of freedom for the subjects we write on and they can be personal, which rocks. There is something about dry academia that turns me off and since she’s pretty liberal about what topics we can write on, it’s great for me in terms of writing growth.

An assignment given to us recently was in response to an essay we read by Adrienne Rich called “When We Dead Awaken: Writing as Re-Vision” and our response to that in terms of how we have grown much in the same way that Rich has.

For my topic, I picked my mothers attempted suicide, which you know is always a big hit at parties. The essay will be a discourse on societal views and the ‘hush hush’ topic when I mention — which is always matter-of-factly and people cringe! Cringe I tell you because it’s a ‘secret’, don’t air your dirty laundry in public, blah blah blah.

Writing about it tonight is a catharsis, because it seems appropriate after being on the phone with one of my aunts for nearly two hours and I had this strong urge to call my mother and tell her I love her. When I got her on the phone, she was in a hurry to get me off because she was going to go play poker with her cronies.

My how the world has changed in a little over two years.

i have NO idea

Danny just left and I’m left feeling — strange.

He had IM’d me a few weeks ago about bringing me a present and we finally caught up with each other today and he just left.

Conversation was stilted and polite.

He brought me a Betty Paige sticker and some Powerpuff Girl stuff. He said he had been saving it for my Christmas stash only decided to bring it over now.

My brother called when he was here and when I told him I couldn’t talk because Danny was here, my brother called me “weak” — in which case I hung up the phone.

Danny guessed correctly what I was getting done tomorrow and he might stop up at the shop.

I have no idea what this means or how I feel.

Other than I was screaming like a maniac when I was cleaning out my conch piercing and jesus christ, I’m NEVER bearing children. 🙂

I’m going to keep with the axiom that it’s always good to expand ones circles of friends.