I didn’t paint the pantry today.  Instead, I got laid.  It was glorious.  So I have this ‘top five’ list among the folks I’ve slept with.  One of them is in town for two weeks.  We had a really excellent afternoon together.  He picked me up and we grabbed sandwiches on our way to a hotel room.  It was an appropriately skeazy hotel.  I don’t think we were there five minutes before we started.

It was hard to communicate about the things I needed to communicate about.  Yes, I would love some really harsh anal sex but ever since having children I’ve been having this little problem with hemorrhoids.  It’s not sexy.  I promise.  But I have to talk about it.  If you can’t talk about your body you shouldn’t be having sex with it.  In my opinion.  And don’t touch my nipples.  Really.  Ugh.

It’s hard to talk about bodily functions.  It feels… impolite? Gross?  Although given what we were doing considerations of ‘gross’ seem slightly out of place.  Oh it wa