...as a 23-year-young woman. On this, the auspicious Valentine's Day, I spend my final hours in a year that has meant so much, has been so successful, so easy-going, so worry free. My youth has succeeded in winning this year. Nary a plan has been made for my future, which officially ends in August along with my lease. I live my day hour to hour, my months week to week, and my life minute to minute. Life inexorably plows onward, but I take the time to appreciate only what's before me, even if it ultimately turns into a stoned stupor from which my brain cannot escape. Is this a good thing? Or a bad? I have yet to decide. I honestly should give up smoking, I know, but I have no reason to. When I do, I don't think I'll miss it. For now, it keeps me company.
Flawed elements of my 23rd year: I had far too little sex. I had my car broken into and my purse stolen. My cat killed a neighbor's guinea pig. I planned not one iota into the future. I spent the entire year single. Entirely my own fault, but still a stupid flaw. I grew up a little bit, but I feel it only made me more aware of how much growing I still have left to do.
Good things of my 23rd year: I did have sex with Cane and Clark. So it wasn't totally sexless. Just the last 7 months or so. I got a job at Emma. I was introduced to and fell in love with climbing, yoga, and running. Very regular exercise became a big healthy change in my life, along with a drastic overhaul of my eating habits. I lost weight (?). I became a damn good dresser, if I don't say so myself. And I do. As Kirida put it, "Why you so fine, girl?"
I'm getting there, anyhoo.
Today is eventful. My last day with 23 (although I do think 24 sounds sexier - why is that?). The first truly warm day of 2011. I woke up before my alarm, happy and giddy for no good reason. Oh yeah, Cayden asked me to lunch excusemewhileIhyperventilate. Even crazier than this practically impossible situation of a lunch date with him is the fact that I turned him down. WHAT ON EARTH WAS I THINKING? In my defense, today's lunch from Caroline was epic (there were beets!), and I can't turn down free lunch. Oh right, and then we got tangled up having a conversation about this little gem. Thus why I got really stoned and spent an hour at the gym laughing at Sex on the City with probably every other single person in Cityville. The sexiest girl I've seen in a while got on the treadmill just in front of me, and I drooled over her while she shook around in her Lulu running skirt. I gotta get me one of those!
Time for shower, cereal, and vibrator. Happy Birthday to me!
xoxo
Gillian
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Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
A List
So what is precisely the problem? Well, aside from a distinct lack of photo and design skills, it's the problem with me, my fundamental character. You see, I think too much. I think at length about only one thing, though. Myself. And with this blog, I am entering the ranks of every other narcissistic blogger out there (entertaining though they may be), an event I truly hoped never would happen.
"Wow, look at you, Gillian. Stooping to a level you have only ever before criticized. I am ashamed." Me too, my friend, me too. I've even begun atwittering. And I'll tell you what. I am loving it. A completely open forum where I can freely discuss every innermost thought without feeling like I'm burdening those around me? I have reached my Mecca. Hello, Mecca.
Without further ado.
My Top Ten Sex To-Do List (in no particular order)
(what were you expecting?)
1. In a shower. Not, of course, that I haven't already done this. I have. As part of a threesome, once. But I really want that hard, pressed-against-the-tile, foot-propped-on-the-side, choking-on-the-water-in-my-eyes kind of shower sex. It sounds unpleasant (maybe?) but my mental visuals are pretty compelling.
2. With food. I'm really vibing homemade chocolate sauce licked off someone's toned, preferably only lightly-furred, stomach. And my own. Belly button included, please.
3. With ice. Nipples, duh, but also inside. A combo with a hot shower would be even better. And a vibrator.
4. From behind while leaning over something soft. Not sure about anyone else, but gosh I love it while laying on my stomach. Unfortunately, I've run into mechanical issues just laying flat on the bed. I really want to spend more time propped against a bunch of cushions, or one of those giant bean bag bed things.
5. In a car. For old times' sake.
6. With a vibrating cock ring. 'Nuff said.
7. With a woman. For the record, I don't call myself a lesbian. I have always and forever been sexually attracted to and satisfied by men. However, I rarely notice men in public, I only ever look at women. I find kissing girls to be an exceptional experience that makes me want to experiment, expand beyond into more erotic activities. Just thinking about it turns me on. So yeah, I want to have sex with a woman (again) to sort of figure things out a bit. And I think eating a woman out would just be a thrilling adventure I could add to my list of sexual conquests. Yup, I have one of those too.
8. With a woman and a man. With every kind of kinky combo MFF can perform.
9. While fucked up on something. Drugs are fun.
10. At all. Oh, that. See, here's the thing. It's been like, 8 months. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but not by a hell of a lot (it's actually that I sort of can't remember the precise date of the last time...it was barely semi-exciting, obviously). So my 2011 resolution, my primary resolution, is to have more sex. Like, a lot more. January...unfortunately passed me by. I did kiss 3 guys as the ball dropped! And I've been kissed since, too. Then there's the date I had with a married man last Thursday...
But more about that later.
Without further ado.
My Top Ten Sex To-Do List (in no particular order)
(what were you expecting?)
1. In a shower. Not, of course, that I haven't already done this. I have. As part of a threesome, once. But I really want that hard, pressed-against-the-tile, foot-propped-on-the-side, choking-on-the-water-in-my-eyes kind of shower sex. It sounds unpleasant (maybe?) but my mental visuals are pretty compelling.
2. With food. I'm really vibing homemade chocolate sauce licked off someone's toned, preferably only lightly-furred, stomach. And my own. Belly button included, please.
3. With ice. Nipples, duh, but also inside. A combo with a hot shower would be even better. And a vibrator.
4. From behind while leaning over something soft. Not sure about anyone else, but gosh I love it while laying on my stomach. Unfortunately, I've run into mechanical issues just laying flat on the bed. I really want to spend more time propped against a bunch of cushions, or one of those giant bean bag bed things.
5. In a car. For old times' sake.
6. With a vibrating cock ring. 'Nuff said.
7. With a woman. For the record, I don't call myself a lesbian. I have always and forever been sexually attracted to and satisfied by men. However, I rarely notice men in public, I only ever look at women. I find kissing girls to be an exceptional experience that makes me want to experiment, expand beyond into more erotic activities. Just thinking about it turns me on. So yeah, I want to have sex with a woman (again) to sort of figure things out a bit. And I think eating a woman out would just be a thrilling adventure I could add to my list of sexual conquests. Yup, I have one of those too.
8. With a woman and a man. With every kind of kinky combo MFF can perform.
9. While fucked up on something. Drugs are fun.
10. At all. Oh, that. See, here's the thing. It's been like, 8 months. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but not by a hell of a lot (it's actually that I sort of can't remember the precise date of the last time...it was barely semi-exciting, obviously). So my 2011 resolution, my primary resolution, is to have more sex. Like, a lot more. January...unfortunately passed me by. I did kiss 3 guys as the ball dropped! And I've been kissed since, too. Then there's the date I had with a married man last Thursday...
But more about that later.
Precisely the Problem
Hello Blogger, big, expansive, enormous, anonymous Blogger. I greet thee today from the comfortable confines of my comfy couch, ensconced by a haze of hemp happiness. Hello. I know you are already filled to capacity, scarcely able to fit yet another narcissistic soul inside your cloud, but I beseech you. I have my own stories to tell, stories I hope you will find just as tremendous and traffic-driving as some of your fashion, food, and fiction tomes. I appreciate sincerely the opportunity to share my own thoughts about the life I lead and the world around us.
I begin today with a brief introduction.
My name is Gillian. I am young, single, independent. I enjoy the carnal pleasures: food and sex. I have a passion for the English language, and little desire to learn a new one. I find alliteration to be one of the more exquisite ways to experience words. I am currently dating a married man.
Welcome. And thank you.
I begin today with a brief introduction.
My name is Gillian. I am young, single, independent. I enjoy the carnal pleasures: food and sex. I have a passion for the English language, and little desire to learn a new one. I find alliteration to be one of the more exquisite ways to experience words. I am currently dating a married man.
Welcome. And thank you.
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