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It’s been a while since I turned the mirror on myself for a little self-examination and I think I’m overdue so here goes. Most of you already know. I’ve been in an open marriage for 3.5 years and it probably saved my relationship, or at the very least saved from a life of denying that I was unhappy when it truth I must have been when I think of how ridiculously happy I am now. (I mean it only makes sense!) Read more » You’ve ever … cried yourself to sleep I know I’ve done most, if not all of those things. . . . → Read More: Raise Your Hand If … Around Valentine’s Day, the husband and I were browsing through canadian based lingerie retailer, La Senza. Not because we were shopping for anything in particular but because we still had 10 minutes before my appointment at the Apple Genius bar to fix my laptop with the whiskey drinking problem. Yes, we are THAT romantic. I love lingerie, but it doesn’t like me. In particular I love bras. Mainly because they fit me. I’m not really fat around my boobs. I hate buying undies because my belly and butt – not saying I dislike them – but they just don’t like to work as easily as the boobs do. Though I did get a lovely matching set that I am quite proud of and funnily enough, Betty ended up with the same set from Don. Weird, yet awesome! Read more » Recently I’ve gotten a lot of varied feedback about my online presence. Sharing a lot of your life with the web leaves you open to input, good and bad, something I knew when starting this site at a friends’ suggestion: Hey! You should start a blog! Yes. It was that simple and un-thought out. I don’t think that I . . . → Read More: I am not an expert. I have a personal rule that I try to follow as much as possible. I don’t like to blog when I’m angry or emotional. I know I’ve done it in the past, but I highly prefer not because then I hit you folks with emotional diarrhea and I embarrass myself on the off chance that I . . . → Read More: Realizations – I just wanna' have fun I know that post about Kitty was all sunshine and roses but this one’s going to be a reminder that every rose has its thorn. Even though Steph and I have been doing this open marriage shtick for over 3 years now, we still have things to learn, like the following story will share. While I was . . . → Read More: Every Cowboy Sings a Sad Sad Song (Or lessons learned from group sex, while out of the room. And town) If you haven’t already gathered from my many other posts, I find there are definitely a lot of benefits to being in an open relationship. One of them is sometimes being lucky enough to sleep with friends and then actually continue being friends with little to minimal weirdness between you. I wrote a post about that . . . → Read More: Kitty Knievel and I For those who have read this post already, here’s a fun little link that you might enjoy that is very much related. Skip along to 3:25 if you want to avoid the ad. http://microsites.ign.com/energizer In this household video games are usually encouraged. Steph works for a game company and we both used to work together at the . . . → Read More: The Fallout Fallout The jury is still out on chivalry and its relation to equality, and I think always will be. The politically correct ninjas of the 90′s would like everyone to believe that men and women are equal, but I think somewhere along the line the message got a little skewed. Just like in that little book, oh . . . → Read More: And the lady will have …  4 comments  BDSM, Communication, Dating, Double standards, Issues, Labels, Love, Marriage, Media, Open relationships, Opinion, Polyamory, Self, Self esteem, Sex, Sexuality  40's, 50's, 60's, beer, Betty Draper, Bible, Bill Compton, Chauvinism, Chivalry, Don Draper, Drapers, mad men, Retro, Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse, Sweet cheeks, true blood True story. What a great weekend I had at Toronto Pride. Though lacking in sleep and limits on alcohol consumption Friday night I thoroughly enjoyed the weekend’s festivities. It was a great time of hanging with friends, the Drapers and feeling very comfortable in my skin. Last year was the first time that I first officially felt right . . . → Read More: Toronto Pride |
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