Updating the blog here to pull old entries from the pros/e/yes archives…in their original order. This project is simply a unification of my personal blog (with a LOT of NSFW entries) and my professional blog.
I haven’t yet put on my Dr. PruthPetals Westheimer hat this morning…you’re lucky I’m even dressed at all, so…(try and get THAT frightening image outta your head! *evil laugh*).
Seriously, though, I know it’s Hump Day…and *glances outside* it’s lookin’ to be a gorgeous day. Trying to gather my motivation to get outta jammies and into regular clothes so I can attend to errands. I only have a few things on today’s list, and I could put off a couple of them til tomorrow, I suppose. Except that there’s one that the ONLY day to do it is Wednesday between 10 a.m. and 1 p.m., so…*sigh*
Seeing as how I’m having trouble getting motivated (which is every morning, really) to get dressed and out the door, it’s not a huge leap to understand that, as fun as Hump Day writing can be, motivation is not always here to do it. Fortunately, there are some weeks that I don’t have to get motivated…the idea was already planted last week, and events from the weekend helped to flesh the idea out a bit. So today, I just need to get my fingers busy. And pull your thoughts back out of the gutter before they get too happy there…my fingers are on the keyboard…ya freak!
The topic that came up last week was bouncy, bouncy boobage (complete with imagery). Except that aside from the bouncy image, the write-up was quite serious. Drew a number of guys into my blog…because I’m evil that way…boobs will do that every time. What I didn’t do (and haven’t yet done) was dedicate an actual Hump Day entry to the wonders that are the human female fun bags.
Now then…if you look at the above images, and wrap your head around the plain and simple fact that breasts are functional parts of women’s bodies but only at very specific times, and beyond that are really pockets of FAT…the fascination that so many men have with them begins to seem a bit stupid. Especially in our society where fat is otherwise pretty much reviled as horrible to have anywhere except for in women’s breasts. Baffling, truly. But it doesn’t change that bouncy boobage draws men’s (and many women’s) eyes to boobs like heat-seeking missiles. *shrug*
Because come right to it, never minding the actual function and purpose of the breasts, what people seem to want to see is…
To which I just say…whatever. Happy bouncing!
Now thinking on bouncies, an old friend of mine and her family came by over the weekend. I’ve known this woman and her sister & brother since they were younger than my daughter. I have been friends with their parents for many, many years. And it’s amusing to me how our last memories of people are snapshot images of them the last time we see them…which in the case of this woman and her sister dates back probably about 14 years or so, given how old my daughter is now. So to see this woman, married, with four children was a bit mind-bending for me.
The reason she comes into my thoughts now is that…well, she’s got some SERIOUS bazongas on her. I actually saw her a couple of years ago…but she was still pregnant with her youngest child, so my thoughts didn’t cross her boobs once, since pregnancy definitely changes the size of boobs. But this past weekend, I noted that she has some huge boobs. On her tall frame, they aren’t “too” big…they’re perfect on *her*…but just daaaayyyyyyummmmm they’re huge. No comment made about them, cos I really don’t care about that…but what was hilarious to me was that in all the years she’s known me, I don’t think it ever truly occurred to her that, with me, what you see is REALLY what you get. I censor nothing.
We were talking about the whole 50 Shades thing…and my thoughts about the books, and she seemed surprised-ish by my bluntness. I just grinned at her and said, “Yeah, babe, I’ve got a freak flag…and every so often, I let it fly.” She cracked up…and we kept talking. For folks who get a bit weirded out by how blunt and open I am, especially on the subject of sex…here’s what you need to know about yours truly.
Yes, I am extremely blunt, and NO topic is off-limits. None. So when I’m asked a question, I simply answer the question. How the question is answered depends on how well I know (or don’t know) the person, and the nature of the question itself. However, I keep it quite generalized…if that makes sense. Meaning, the only person who actually gets to see the freak is the other person behind my bedroom door. *grin* I’ll answer any question I am asked, except questions from behind my bedroom door. The moment you get near my bedroom door, that door simply closes (sometimes gets slammed). Not because it’s “secret”…but because it’s private.
Heh…funny how time rolls and people grow and change…
…anyway, time to run the errands before the farmer’s market closes.
Happy Hump Day ~ Let Your Freak Flag Fly!