what’s in your mouth? HEY… … WHAT’S IN YOUR MOUTH?! WHAT’S IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH?!! I repeatedly yell at my cat as I chase after her while she zips thru the apartment, jumping over and hiding under the bed making certain to keep out of my reach. I get on…

it’s not the being single thing that gets to me. that part I don’t mind. I’ve grown quite comfortable in my independence, solitude and skin. plus, it’s kind of awesome sleeping with a cat and being lulled to sleep by purring as opposed to awoken by what sounds like a…

I am a child of the 70s. well, honestly the late 70s thru the 80s since I was born in 73. but with that came great burdensome responsibility; i.e., reluctantly agreeing to becoming my pop’s personal remote control (okay, let’s be honest. there was no agreeing. there was only doing…

these are two of my favorite things. Die hard Cage fan here. seen almost every one of his films (has anyone actually ever been able to see every single one of them?), his interviews, and articles written about him. I find Cage utterly captivating and the most entertaining of entertainment…

I sit here at my desk, Indian style with cat on my lap. stumped as to what to write. I’ve had writer’s block for a couple of weeks now. or, maybe I’ve just had nothing to say? or, perhaps too much on my mind regarding the stress of some personal…

spent Christmas eve at my folks place and prefer to sleep in their basement. it’s quiet and I can get into a lot more trouble down there, but most importantly, it’s nice and cool. as opposed to the rest of the house which feels as though it’s kept at a balmy 152 degrees. before calling it a night, headed upstairs to fill up my glass of water and that’s when my mom goes, “it smells like an animal came in the house. do you smell that?”

a close friend of mine recently told me I should really consider opening my mind to dating guys in their 50s, “you’re practically there, yourself” he said. ouch. but… he’s right. I’m 47. as much as I ain’t ready to admit it, I’m closer to 50 than I am my…

anyone else here ever sleep with a guy who has trouble getting IT up and when he finally does it’s only a half chub… then comes after only one actual stroke? this is dating in your 40s. this is why I prefer dating dudes in their 30s. the older I get, the more I understand why older men prefer younger women. us older single women are of the same cloth. we want someone young, fun, and full of cum… someone lacking baggage and still ignorant to the reality of how fucked our existence is.

that’s when the needle on the record would’ve come to a screeching halt had there been an album playing on a turntable um… what? I said to the guy I was on top of… spit in my mouth, he repeated I’m not going to spit in your mouth, dude you’re not? no oh… okay back to business like the request was never even brought up that’s what I get for messing around with a dude 15 years my junior the porn out today got peeps desensitized and into all types of “there’s no fucking way Imma do that” behavior