Crap-tastic week in review.

Ugh.  I kept meaning to sit down and write during the week, but never managed… here it is early Monday morning and so much has happened…

As I mentioned last post, I had to hide all my playthings and send my laptop downstairs.  By Wednesday I was really starting to stress out from having no outlet for my lust, and when I found that I had the house to myself for a little bit I managed to get in a really quick orgasm downstairs — even though it wasn’t that great, it was enough to keep my sanity going.

Thursday I was very happy with myself, if only for a moment, because for the first time since I cleared the “hair forest” I managed to shave the stubble off without scraping or nicking anything — not a single drop of blood!

Friday morning I woke up, and my ass was practically screaming to be fucked, but since there was still the chance of a mattress sometime, I kept all the toys put away.  It was really hard for a couple hours, but then a friend invited me out, and spending the day doing things kept my mind off of sex for a while.

Saturday rolled around, and I reminded my mom that I’d been promised a new mattress that week, and time was running out.  She replied, as if it were the most obvious thing ever, that she and my dad were going to shop for one that day.  They did, but then got back home and told me it would be Tuesday before it shipped out for pickup from the warehouse.  So much for “this week,” yeah?

Sunday I slept most of the day, and didn’t do much when I was up, but around 10:30PM I was turned on enough that I said to myself, “fuck this, I’m taking my laptop back upstairs, I’m pulling out my toys and lingerie, grabbing some fresh batteries from the family stash and I’m going to come like I know I need to!”

Well, nice idea, but it didn’t work.  As if I were out of practice or something, I got nowhere, even with the vibe maxed out in my ass and my fingers going wild up in front… so I gave up on that for the night and decided to post here about the week.

So… pretty lame week overall; a couple high points but in general a failure.  Plus I have to keep everything hidden still until the new mattress gets put in place.

I guess I’ll manage, but I won’t be too happy about it…

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PLEASE take the time to read this.

So, my parents and I went out to dinner this evening.  They took us to a very nice Chinese restaurant, but we made a quick stop on the way; they were picking up an Obama/Biden sign for our front yard.  I’m happy to show my support for the Democratic ticket this year, and rather ashamed of the farce that the GOP has presented during this election race.  However, they also made a stop on the way home to pick up another political sign for the yard: “YES ON 8!”

I so sincerely wish that I had the ability to advertise my own political affiliations in that yard, for I would very quickly tear down the “yes” ad and replace it with an emphatic “NO!”

However, things being as they are, I must turn to other avenues to express my beliefs and opinions, and while I’m somewhat reluctant to use MySpace as a political forum, I feel obligated to do what I can to counter the rabid, terrified cries from the religious crowds clamoring for a “yes” vote on Proposition 8.

After we got home, I innocently asked my mom for someplace online to “read about Prop. 8” knowing full well she’d only think to send me her Mormon propaganda — and she certainly delivered.  She provided me with a link to preservingmarriage.org — a site created by the Mormon church to persuade the public to vote for the passing of this proposition on the ballot.  As you can see by visiting the site, there is a short list of items (presented as “facts”) with brief elaborations on each point, there is a “countdown timer” to voting day, labeled with a loud “I support Traditional marriage/religious freedoms/children and families/Proposition 8!” (the lower line switched between the different “I support…” items), there are links to other “resources” (read: more propaganda) and on the top of everything is a bold, striking title of “Preserving the Divine Institution Of Marriage” with an embedded video clip just below.

If you’ve got the patience, and either a strong stomach or a great ability to laugh in the face of Stupid, watch the two and a half minute video.  I managed to sit through the whole thing, and came away with quite the sour taste in my mouth.  If you believed them, not only is the sky falling, but anyone who chooses not to accept homosexuality as a natural, normal thing will be labeled as bigoted, lose their job, be cast out of society and ridiculed and scorned by everyone else.

I even steeled myself long enough to watch a small segment a few times over in order to transcribe this venemous, ire-inspiring rally cry:

“Although the argument of redefining marriage is couched in ‘happiness’ or ‘equal rights,’ it’s really about gaining control.  Forcing all of us to give up the very foundation of speech and religious freedoms on which this country was founded.”

Wait — so all the gay and lesbian couples out there… *don’t* want equal rights?  They *don’t* want to be happy?  It’s all a big lie so that they can take over the state, then the country, then — perhaps — the whole world?!?  Wow.  I’ve seen some pretty out-there conspiracy theories before, but this ranks right up there at the top of the crazy list.  Somehow Christian churches know homosexuality so much better than those involved in that lifestyle, and I guess if we know what’s good for us, we’ll start listening, or else every freedom we hold dear will be stripped from us.

These same people preach tolerance and acceptance, but then qualify that tolerance by saying that they don’t have to give up their own beliefs that homosexuality is just a feeling, a “temptation” like others such as the feeling to walk into a store and steal something, or the feeling of becoming angry to the point of snapping at someone — but as long as all these remain just feelings, and not conscious choices, you’re sin-free… but just to make sure, you should “control” these feelings, suppress them as the evil things they are, and never, EVER act on them.  So now they’re tolerant, but only as long as you choose to do what they say is “right” and would please their God.

And then when called on their hypocrisy, and rightly named as intolerant and unaccepting, they become angry, as I have watched my father do when a man on television decried these religious groups as intolerant — his face twisted into a menacing glare, his arm reached out and beckoned as he growled, “Yeah, just come here to *my* house — *I’ll* certainly set you straight.  Yeah, I’ve definitely got something for you here!”… and his hand clenched into a fist.  Men like him are up in arms crying for their kindred to work themselves up to anger, to intolerance, to hatred and cruelty, all the while boasting of how they love their fellow man, how they are so tolerant and kind and forgiving, and wish to let everyone make their own choices and live their own lives.

Anyway, I would ask that anybody out there who reads this *please* take a moment to do your own research, read the arguments presented by *both* sides, and after having done so, be sure to get to your polling place on election day — there are a lot of religious folks out there who will be doing their best to deny happiness, equal rights, and essentially freedom of choice to a decent segment of the population, simply because they disagree with them; we need all of us who care about fairness and equality out to vote so that this proposition does not pass.

Please pass either this message itself, or your own sentiments and feelings, to those who you feel would benefit from it — but don’t mass-mail your entire address book, don’t send this on just to cause contention to someone who you know has already closed their mind, and just use common sense and common courtesy (I know they’re not so common anymore, but I hope you can find them within yourself!)

I can make it through — really!

Ugh.  I suppose it’s all for the best (hmm, where have I heard that line before? Sounds suspicious…) — my parents are buying me a new mattress “sometime this week.”  I know mine is years old and quite worn out; I can almost always feel the wires in the frame pressing into me, the fabric is getting thin in places and I have to admit it’s getting rather dingy.  Then again, those same wires are perfect for propping a toy against to keep it right on “that spot,” the thin fabric isn’t a bother to me, and even if it’s a bit dingy, it’s mine, damn it, I know that bed so well!

Anyway, the really sucky part of the whole deal is that I obviously can’t have my dildo and two vibrators sitting next to the bed, along with several pairs of panties that my folks would consider downright “scandalous” and the recently purchased hair removal products… I’d be signing my own eviction notice, if not death warrant!  All that has to get hidden, along with the laptop that is supposed to be downstairs at all times so that their little precious one can be supervised while online — we wouldn’t want any of those bad, bad people on the internet corrupting such a lovely, innocent young thing!  Yeah.  Still how they see me at almost 28 — it scares me sometimes, it really does.

So basically my night-time is fucked until further notice… or, just as appropriate, I won’t be fucked until further notice.  No toys, no computer, nothing nice to wear…  I just have to remind myself that it won’t be the whole week — not if I have anything to say about it.  I’ll be putting the pressure on those two to get things done.

So to all my friends online, I may not be around as much when I usually am, but I really hope things will get back to normal soon!

I’ll finish things off here with a quote I re-discovered recently, and seems oh-so-fitting:

“Maybe he’s right — maybe there is something the matter with me… [soft chuckle]  I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things… could be bad…?”

I know there’s nothing wrong with me, and I know that the world I’m discovering, and all its wonderful things, isn’t a bad place — maybe I’ll be vindicated as Ariel was, one day?  Let us truly hope so.

Best. One. Ever.

Well, I ended up sleeeeeeeping a lot longer than I’d planned, but at least I woke full of energy, and still peaceful… and very, very happy.

Last night, after typing my last post and having headed upstairs, I decided it couldn’t hurt things to spend just a few more minutes of playtime before laying down to sleep.  I am so very happy I did!  My new, larger toy went back in, and this time when fully inserted hit what I can only think to describe as an anal G-spot — I was quivering in ecstasy for what may have only been a few moments but seemed like a lifetime, before I had the most intense orgasm I can ever recall having, with the one possible exception of my very first (and that exception is debatable!)

It took probably a good five minutes lying there recovering before I could gather my wits enough to remove the vibe-less vibrator and clean everything up and put it away.  During that time, I still had the toy pressing on that perfect spot, which may have made things a little harder to come down from, but I didn’t really care — it was as if I’d been fucked by the Mother herself, and I certainly had no complaints!

With as good as everything was last night, I’m almost a little bit afraid to get batteries now — I’m not sure I could handle that with the vibration added, but I know I’ll do it; after all, why would I turn away an opportunity to dedicate an even more pleasurable experience to my Mother?

More than I could have dreamed.

I am truly, truly smiled upon by my Mother today.  I did indeed have an opportunity to meet Baby Hipster along with her boyfriend (whom I already knew) and in addition, was introduced to the fair Pouf with whom I had previously talked briefly on MySpace but had not met — nor did I expect to so soon!  We drove out to Sac, ate at the Olive Garden, and then spent a short while driving the freeways without any destination.  Then someone remembered that there had been plans to stop at an adult novelty shop — for them to browse, for me to shop for a larger toy than I had previously received as a gift from Baby Hipster‘s boyfriend (we’ve been in contact for several years now, so it’s not crazy to think of him purchasing that by proxy for me.)

Found something just perfect for me, bought it and made the long-ish trip home.  My parents were at the movies, so I naturally took a few moments to head up to my room and try my new 8.5-inch vibrator out (anally, of course!)  It was a significant improvement over the previous 6.5-inch model I first had — it hit that perfect spot that I knew had been so very slightly out of reach with the smaller cock, and it hit it immediately.  I knew I only might have a few minutes before parental units returned, so I had a little fun with that, let my fingers play around up front a bit, but quickly packaged things back up and got dressed and back downstairs.  The folks got back home around 12:20, and I threw out the typical pleasantries and greetings, but now I think I’m going to bed for the night to get some sleep.

On a somewhat disappointing note, when I bought my new dildo, the guy at the counter asked if I needed batteries (Obvious common courtesy, and helps their business as well.)  I thought for a moment, and then declined, thinking I had a fresh pair at home… only to find when I got home that not only did I not have any unused, but the batteries in the 6-inch toy were basically dead.  So, no vibrating, at least tonight… have to go buy some batteries soon so I can get the full potential and pleasure out of my new purchase!

Okay, getting to the point of falling asleep at my keyboard, so I think I’ll end this post and if I think of more to add in the morning, I’ll do that.

Thank you again Martian, Baby Hipster, and Pouf for a beautiful, happy night — one that will hopefully be the first of many, many more to come!

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