Whadda Man, Whadda Mighty Good Man!!!!

So, for my blog today, I could rant about my employment maze of dead-ends, or my surprising sluggishness....I could bitch about my emotionally unavailable father, my out-of-control alcoholic brother, and my mother, the resiliant doormat. I could rag on about my domestic duties as an unemployed goddess that happily starches the shirts of Mr. MagicStik, or I could even go on about my latest dream about painting muttonchops on all of my former flames. Would that be fun? Nah...let's talk about sex.

My love did the most amazing theatrical and acrobatic thing last night....loving his goddess until we collapse out of breath and in a state of blissful exhaustion. My god- no one has ever done such a thing, although a few have tried. Of course, it's not fair to compare and contrast my current mattress tumblings with those of SJ and Tripod. It's not fair, but we all do it. As for the actual event that took place, it's way too graphic to mention here....even I have a secret or two...well, you can ask me in person...wink, wink. I believe that only Persephone and the Madman would truly stand to applaud, though...!

Woof.