Stuck in the Dark
I woke up to no power this morning and for some reason, no gas. So, unable to shower, eat, or get on the computer - I got back into bed.
As I lay there snuggled under the covers with cats - my mind drifted around my life and people I've known or thought I've known to finally settle on Jeannie. Jeannie was one of those gals that guys wanted to fuck and half the women did to. She wasn't 'attractive' in the mainstream way - she had big boobs and a lot of 'junk' in her trunk. What she had was sex attitude. It oozed off of her in the "I'll fucking rock your world and still have time to go shoe shopping" way. I was always a little envious of her as I secretly wanted to be promiscuous - but could never find enough men that I was attracted to. (side note, she once confided in me that you aren't supposed to be attracted to them or even enjoy sex to be properly promiscious.)
So one day we were at L's place and the subject of vibrators came up. Me, feeling quite proud of myself related that I had taken the final step to woman hood and had acquired ALL BY MYSELF a little battery operated vibrator which I called Bruce. L and the others congratulated me on my bravery and ascendance to the ranks of High Woman. All but Jeannie, she was like 'oh yeah? Mine plugs into the wall has 5 speeds and my (insert boy of week here) bought if for me.' And so my vibrator inferiority complex was born, to be filed with all my other inferiority complexes.
So this morning, as I lay in bed, in my electricity-less apartment, I thought to myself 'oh yeah, who has the better vibrator now?'
As I lay there snuggled under the covers with cats - my mind drifted around my life and people I've known or thought I've known to finally settle on Jeannie. Jeannie was one of those gals that guys wanted to fuck and half the women did to. She wasn't 'attractive' in the mainstream way - she had big boobs and a lot of 'junk' in her trunk. What she had was sex attitude. It oozed off of her in the "I'll fucking rock your world and still have time to go shoe shopping" way. I was always a little envious of her as I secretly wanted to be promiscuous - but could never find enough men that I was attracted to. (side note, she once confided in me that you aren't supposed to be attracted to them or even enjoy sex to be properly promiscious.)
So one day we were at L's place and the subject of vibrators came up. Me, feeling quite proud of myself related that I had taken the final step to woman hood and had acquired ALL BY MYSELF a little battery operated vibrator which I called Bruce. L and the others congratulated me on my bravery and ascendance to the ranks of High Woman. All but Jeannie, she was like 'oh yeah? Mine plugs into the wall has 5 speeds and my (insert boy of week here) bought if for me.' And so my vibrator inferiority complex was born, to be filed with all my other inferiority complexes.
So this morning, as I lay in bed, in my electricity-less apartment, I thought to myself 'oh yeah, who has the better vibrator now?'