Oct. 13th, 2002

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Congratulations, you're Las Vegas, Sin City.
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I love Las Vegas. It's the only place I can think clearly. Scary as that is. It's so far removed from reality that it sort of puts everything in perspective. Plus the sunsets over the El Cortez from the balcony-type window that you can just barely crawl out onto at the plaza are fucking gorgeous. Of course, so are the ones from the front of a chiropractor's office on the North strip, far, far away from the glitz of what everyone else considers the strip.

Maybe I'm just weird.
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So, I have a terrible confession to make. About three weeks into my menstrual cycle I suddenly have this urge to buy a woman's magazine. A symptom of PMS making me hate myself. Not just any woman's magazine....

COSMOFUCKINGPOLITAN.

I swear it's the mind of a stupid straight girl laid bare for all to see.

The worst offender this month: Why do women cheat?

Ooohh... The shocking expose on women who cheat on their mates. Even though of course men are the worst offenders (according to cosmo anyway) this article actually said, "Infidelity among women is on the rise. In this day and age women are just as likely to cheat on men. TV shows like Sex & the City are promoting the idea of sex for pleasure and women are buying into it."

Oh my god? SEX FOR PLEASURE? How dare women buy into such a terrible idea?

Sex is dirty and evil.... You should save it for the one you love.

Imagine. Before TV shows like Sex and the City, many women had no idea sex could be pleasurable!!!! Imagine!!!! Now they're cheating on their partners!!! Holy Fuck!!!

It also says, "If you find yourself having the desire to cheat, you should completely avoid being alone with your object of desire and take a step back to reassess your relationship with your partner." It continues to say that if you cheat the absolutely dumbest thing you can do is confess because "women are more likely to forgive cheating than men. Men will more likely disconnect from the relationship."

This implies that women are weak, first of all because they can't be alone with their temptation and second, that they get these naughty notions that sex can be pleasurable from tv shows. (obviously they couldn't figure out that sex was pleasurable before.) Men are weak, because they can't handle the information that their lily white girlfriend just cheated on them so a girl would be dumb to risk losing the most important thing to them (their man).

Okay, cheating's a tough subject. What is cheating anyway? I got into an argument with someone I found through a LJ random search who decided that his girlfriend merely wanting to have sex with someone else was cheating. My opinion was that was ridiculous and that also kills some degree of communication since his girlfriend then has to hide desire from him.

Maybe my workout partner and I are weird. I talk to him about just about every sexual notion that flits into my head and what I'd like to do about it. I also talk about just about every sexual thing I've ever done. This doesn't generally cause any sort of argument. A debate and some negotiating maybe. But it's not worth ending anything over. In my opinion, it never is.

Sexual desire is too unpredictable and unexplainable to put strict, unchanging, ideas on. If sex is not the basis for your relationship, it shouldn't end it either.

If my partner wished to have sex with someone else, I'd like a little warning, a reassurance, a "You know, I think it'd be fun to do that one...."

A sexual affair, done openly is to me far less damaging than an "emotional affair" done on the sly. Having sex is one thing, hiding things from me and leaving me is another thing. Moving someone else in is also not cool. Putting someone else first besides me also goes strictly against my relationship code. I'm the alpha female, my partner is the alpha male and nobody better forget it.

Cosmopolitan can lick my twat.

Of course, they don't do that sort of thing. They wrote another "shocker" in another issue about women making out with their female friends in bars!!! Another OH MY GOD. I won't go off on that one just now.
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Oh yeah, in yet another brilliant piece of journalism, Cosmopolitan came out with the 5 things you should never say to your boyfriend. Among them:

"My stomach hurts." - You're not supposed to say this because guys hate to think of you groaning on the toilet. I'm sorry kids. If you can't deal with the fact that I shit, get constipated, have occasional diarhhea, and fart just like you do, you don't get to be my boyfriend. Next!

"How many guys you've slept with" - Now, I've actually had someone leave me a note telling me what a horrible person I was for me in the morning when I got drunk, confessed my number and babbled some more before passing out. He couldn't handle it. (Of course, he was practically virginal when we got together, 19 and still living with his very religious parents. I met him at a Rocky Horror convention. You would have thought he'd be a little less conservative.) For some reason people freak out about this one a lot. To the point that I really have to have someone's trust before I tell them. Men and women freak out. Women are some of the worst. (Backwards thinking seeing as some of them identified as either feminists or sex workers or both.) But when I'm interested in commiting to someone, I can't hide anything and feel good about it. Therefore, they get my laundry list. Once again, if you can't handle it, you can't be my boyfriend. NEXT!!!!

There were some others - three to be exact but I can't remember them.
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- Went to the club tonight. Big surprise.

- Got to meet [livejournal.com profile] lawst in person finally. Got shy and wussed out on conversation.

- Bought the Mentor a dancing hamster that sings "I'm too Sexy" and waves it's arms around. WP and I saw it and thought of him. I don't know why. He seemed a little weirded out by the gift. "Is that what you think of me? You think I'm a dancing hamster?" Did I mention he was drunk? The hamster got lots of action as he was being passed around the table while playing and vibrating slightly with the waving arms. He was nestled in several pairs of cleavage, a few necks, and a couple of laps. The hamster definitely was "too sexy." Lucky little bastard.

- Nothing else particularly interesting has been going on. I'm less homicidal and hopeless tonight than I was earlier in the week. Maybe the St. John's Wort is working.

- My sex drive is slowly coming back on line.

- [livejournal.com profile] killer_queen__ has the rubber nun suit!!! No fair!!! I've been coveting one for a while now. Waaahhhhh... I need a job so I can buy a rubber nun suit.

- I'm really hungry.

- We got a space heater!!! I won't freeze!!!
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