15 posts tagged “sex”
to the girl at the girl talk concert - 24 (Hollywood)
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Date: 2008-10-25, 7:37PM PDT
You gave my friend a hand job on the dance floor. I would have liked one too.
1) My horoscope for this month is amazing.
2) I got Ed to agree to do this costume with me for Halloween:
4) HOLLYWOOD.
5) UCB tonight. I feel like I haven't gone out in forever. (Since last Saturday, to be fair. That's a long time for me.)
6) The worst parts of the Verne Troyer sex tape trailer I had to watch for work were censored, save for him slopping on some puss like a fucking yorkie. That briefly ruined my day, but then things went up again.
7) The Shovelhead New Kids are getting picked tonight. There are five seniors this year, so lots of room in the family right now.
Ed and I have a running joke about taking poppers and I have to ask-- has anyone who reads this blog done them? Does it basically turn you in to a loose-assed horndog or are there positive side-effects if you aren't looking to get anally rammed by a woman named Gary?
Any comments left or emails sent on this matter would be greatly appreciated.
We did each other - forgot your name and number - m4w - 26 (Wilshire)
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Date: 2008-04-03, 9:25PM PDT
Did you behind Urrth Cafe. Forgot to get your name and number, but will
never forget you. Please contact me and give detailed description of
what you were wearing and my genitalia.
Hugsandkisses
As many of you have noted, I am not a perfect person. I have made mistakes, over and over again. And sometimes the only way to get back up after you’ve fallen so far is to rely on something bigger than yourself, to pull your head out of your ass and notice that there even IS anything bigger than yourself. And it’s awfully sincere, but when I went looking for God, I found a whole big world out there that saved me from myself. Whether it’s the love of friends and family, the talent that comes and faithfully offers me the right word, the potential for kindness between people, or the ability to tell a story that comforts others. These things can be holy too.
- Confessions of a College Callgirl (I love her!)
But the real anomaly was the time we spent with our clothes on, smoking a joint in the darkened room and trading the intimate details of our lives a thin wall away from regular city street noise. Our time together felt sort of glam and scummy in an old New York way, which we both appreciated, as we did kitsch unearthed at flea markets and thrift stores, outsider culture, losers and weirdoes. It has been my experience that there truly, really are only two kinds of people in this world: those who take pleasure in the bizarre and those who don’t. Like me, R. was a freak lover. It was this aspect of his personality, I think, that let him see me for more than just a hooker. Sex workers, like carnies, junkies, transvestites, swingers, punks, and perverts…well, we were his people. I could tell that his respect for me was genuine, no matter what I did for a living.
I've been a reader of CollegeCallGirl for a minute, and I love what she wrote today.
