It seems as if every conversation I've had this week has somehow evolved into a discussion about flirting. For my part, I cannot think of a more pleasurable pastime. Almost everyone I know enjoys flirting, and there is no end to methods and techniques that we use in such pursuit (unto the point where talking about flirting can become its own form ( Read more... )

In more semi-annual housekeeping, I have trimmed my friends list of journals whose owners seem to have abandoned them. If I have removed you in error, please let me know, and I will correct my mistake.

Some time ago, I had a conversation with a friend who is familiar with my sexual proclivities. Apropos of nothing, she asked me about BDSM. She knows that I prefer being dominant to being submissive (though not without exception), and inquired as to why I enjoyed it as much as I do ( Read more... )

In a bit of housekeeping, I have trimmed my friends list a good deal. My intent was primarily to remove those journals which looked as if they had been abandoned. If you do still read my journal, and I have inadvertently removed you, then please do let me know and I will gladly add you back.

I have seen this meme making it's way across the landscape:
"If there is someone on your friends list you would love to have an epic, sweaty,
damn near legendary, 12 hour fuckathon with, post this same exact sentence in your
journal."
I am not "posting this," in the sense that is implied by the sentence itself; I mention it only ( Read more... )

The naughtiest number is: 15?

If I may. . . I always enjoy making new friends, but if you wish to add me to your friends' list (and I have not asked the same of you), please comment before you do so. I request this only because I am quite lax in checking my profile, and will probably not notice you are there unless you have made yourself known ( Read more... )

I just realized that I have posted three times as many comments as I have received.

Does that make me a comment slut? ; )

I have finally sorted my meagre writings into "Memories," something which I had been meaning to do for a while. If nothing else, at least my journal can be organized. If it is anything like my desk, all of the entries will be jumbled by tomorrow morning.

Goodness. . . one hundred friends. A drop in the ocean compared to some, I'm sure, but still a bit of a surprise.