Whiney Conservatives

Okay something about Sarah Palin really pisses me off. However, what really gets my blood boiling is the whiney conservatives who come to her defense. Former acting Massachusetts Governer Jane Swift is now head of "truth squad" defending Sarah Palin. Jane Swift is upset about Barak Obama's comment on Sarah Palin's reformist credentials as "putting lipstick on a pig." Many things are upsetting about the conservative defense of Palin:
- first, yeah she talk about being a reformist but in instances like the so called "bridge to nowhere (actually is a bridge to the airport) that Palin claims not to have wanted - she actually canceled the bridge but Alaska still took the money - so her opposition is like putting lipstick on a pig, dressing up wasteful federal spending that as govenor she took advantage of ...
- second, conservatives always say that feminists are whining when they claim media bias - but in this case - it seems like this conservative isn't willing to live by her record ...?
- and last - John McCain has flip-flopped his entire career - seemed like a maverick while representing the rich corporate establishment - a fiesty, populist sounding woman is just putting lipstick on an old tired politician.

Sarah Palin

Is it mysogynist to say that last night she sounds like a smarmey, self-important, privilaged white women who is enamored by her own myth?

What it just me - who found her condescending?

Was my negative reaction because she was a woman or that most things that came out of her mouth seemed like scripted from the republican marketing machine that is selling us bankrupt feel good drivel that feel like a pedaphile offering a lollipop to a child?

I apologize - I usually can have a constructive dialogue about politics with most republicans because I try to be civil - but I am tired of being civil ... Sarah Palin drove me over the edge!

Moody

So we are watching Grosse Point Blank and I am drinking wine and being silly. Chair dancing to the sound-track and suddenly he turns off the TV. Goes to the bathroom and when he comes back he checks his email and turns off the TV and goes up to bed. Not one word.

What would you do?

I was a bit tipsy from the wine so I surfed the web until I felt steady. Quietly crept into his room to get the pants I took off from work with my wallet and money and went home. He might have been just tired - or I pissed him off, but I am happier at home - watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics, surfing Logo and writing blog entries.

T-shirts

The other day I was chatting with the bf about the appropriateness of t-shirt under a shirt. It got me thinking about how we learn about fashion and carry around norms in our head about what is right and wrong.

I am one of those people who generally wears a white crew neck t-shirt under most things. I didn't even own a wife-beater until I met the bf. I own a lot of white crews t-shirts and wear them under dress shirts and your basic cotton polo. In the summer I will wear them under a short sleeve shirt - the thought of wearing a shirt without one seems to me to be a bit naked.

Now, I know some guys wear beaters. You can see them under dress shirts, through short sleeve shirts, in the gym and out in the public. Did their father's wear them? Do they think they look hot or are just more comfy in them.

There is a tendancy to equate this divide in the t-shirt world to class or cultural preference. I am sure the fashionistas could opine on what to wear when - but we all have our own sense of fashion ...

Very Behind

Well there is a lot to tell y'all but I am going to bed I am tired. Went out dancing tonight and had a rare good time. Mostly because I ended up flirting and making out with this guy on the dance floor. More to come on that. Last weekend I had a sex with a married man and met up with an old fuck bud - both worthy of a nice and sexy post - of course in the midst of all this fun - I was stood up by a friend - had a strange and disturbing annual performance review and a good friends dad dropped dead of a heart attack. Once again all of these things are worthy of a post or two.

Will someone keep me honest and make sure I write about them.

The Married Man

As any reader of this blog knows I chat online and meet guys from all over. Occasionally, someone married who lives nearby contacts me - nothing ever comes of it, usually they are married, older or not attractive. More often even if the stars aligned - given my living situation and relationship - I am in as bad a position to host as a married man.

Well the star aligned.

I got an email from a guy I chatted with a couple months back. At first I couldn't place him, but he reminded me - and I thought why not - for the first time in forever, not only is the bf out of town, but so were my housemates. I sent him an email simply stating that if he wanted he could come over. About 5 emails and three hours later he walked in my door.

About 5'10, blond, tan, trim, slight but well built in jeans and polo shirt - he was an attractive man. He looked a bit like that '80's falcon star Jim Bentley - thick kinda lips lean compact build. He was nervous and we chatted for about five minutes and I got him closer on the couch and said sometimes its good to break the ice by just touching. So I put my hand on his knee and encourages him to touch my arm and in no time we wore making out like mad man. For a married man who hasn't done this for years and mostly blow jobs at gym saunas he was like a duck to water.

The thing about every married guy I have been with (and got to fess up - he is only my third) is that when they get the chance to feel comfy and truly be passionate with a man - they are like tigers. We were awkwardly twisting on the couch as our lips mashed together. His hands are roaming all over me - so I shift over and sit on his lap, knees sliding along his waist wrap my hands around his head and kiss him deep.

To be continued ...

Back from the Brink

One of the reasons I haven't posted in a bit is that the fight with the bf kept going on and on - until I really thought it was over. I brought dinner over to patch things up (after dramatically removing much of my stuff from his house) and we ended up in a huge fight. In these situations I become an emotional basket case and he becomes the icy cold prosecutor from hell. Of course it escalates because I am trying to find common ground and just dig deeper and deeper into distrust and misunderstanding. So I left - trying to look calm but the minute I got into my car - I started sobbing like a baby. All I could think of was that I didn't want to go home and cry alone so I started dialing friends. Of course I couldn't get ahold of any of them. I even contemplated going back to the bf's (don't ask me the fucked up logic on that one).

So as I pull into my driveway my cell phone rings.

It is the bf.

He proceeds to apologize for being a jerk.

Now I am trying to stop sobbing so I can talk to him - and he proceeds to keep apologizing about how he can't help himself and he never wants to hurt me blah blah blah.

Don't know what to say, but I accepted his apology. Part of me says after six years I shouldn't have to put up with this, but the other part says - we have fights like this once a year and I do love him.

Anyhow - I had a lovely birthday thanks to him and we are having a good time together - for now I am sticking it out.