SA 12/3 Subliminal Sandwich
Dec. 3rd, 2002 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhia
So, a long, long time ago in a barony far, far away, Felice was sleeping on Yngvar's (landlord's) sofa-bed. At some point, both bounded onto the bed to terrorize Felice's Lady (she was Cocktail Woman to his Cherry Boy, but that's not period). One of them, I'm not sure which, adopted some form of space alien voice and announced that on his planet, everything was exactly the same, except that the meanings of the words Blowjob and Sandwich had been reversed.
Okay. So why that crosses my mind is Earth Girls Are Easy, which, before it was a movie, was a Julie Brown song (involving horny aliens) from my dark high school past that I can still sing entirely from memory. The shocked look from my companions made this factoid completely lame.
... O yes yes. Is that your tongue? One of them...
But then, yesterday, after Evil Dave and I did Fire+Ice, Burdicks and checking out myetchings batik eggs, I discovered that he, too, had most of Goddess In Progress memorized, which thrills his nordic (super-double-plus Blonde, with a PhD) wife to no end, I'm sure.
Ok, now that I'm managed to work in a mention of Evil Dave, I can go back to the formal point of this entry.
She talks of the need to sublimate sex not just for creativity, but for survival, particularly regarding sleep-deprivation. Noooooooooooo!
Sleep is for Wimps!
Someone once confessed that they would've spent the night with me, but desperately needed rest and knew that around me, they wouldn't get any. (Sleep, that is.) This is likely due to how unaccustomed I am to overnight guests. Restless due to sensations of Alert! Intruder! and sometimes Hey! Toy! I will eventually be so exhausted I'll actually sleep next to you. Really. Days? weeks? Depends on how many nights in row you oblige me to forgo sleep.
She suggests that sex (although I think she means specifically bonding, e.g. lovemaking) is often just [co-somination]. Heck, she confesses, sometimes it can be just drinking coffee together, which means (aside from sporadic caffinating dates with [Mr. Ever-Changing Euphemism]) I am having an absolutely torrid affair with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prog...
and with all the Tuesday regulars!
Oh. My.
Okay. So why that crosses my mind is Earth Girls Are Easy, which, before it was a movie, was a Julie Brown song (involving horny aliens) from my dark high school past that I can still sing entirely from memory. The shocked look from my companions made this factoid completely lame.
... O yes yes. Is that your tongue? One of them...
But then, yesterday, after Evil Dave and I did Fire+Ice, Burdicks and checking out my
Ok, now that I'm managed to work in a mention of Evil Dave, I can go back to the formal point of this entry.
She talks of the need to sublimate sex not just for creativity, but for survival, particularly regarding sleep-deprivation. Noooooooooooo!
Sleep is for Wimps!
Someone once confessed that they would've spent the night with me, but desperately needed rest and knew that around me, they wouldn't get any. (Sleep, that is.) This is likely due to how unaccustomed I am to overnight guests. Restless due to sensations of Alert! Intruder! and sometimes Hey! Toy! I will eventually be so exhausted I'll actually sleep next to you. Really. Days? weeks? Depends on how many nights in row you oblige me to forgo sleep.
She suggests that sex (although I think she means specifically bonding, e.g. lovemaking) is often just [co-somination]. Heck, she confesses, sometimes it can be just drinking coffee together, which means (aside from sporadic caffinating dates with [Mr. Ever-Changing Euphemism]) I am having an absolutely torrid affair with
prog... and with all the Tuesday regulars!
Oh. My.
