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Last Day for a First Time

So it's the last day for a "sexography" post. I will admit I've had a lot of fun writing these just because it gave me permission to talk about a topic I generally avoid on this blog. To remind you all why I decided to take part, scroll a little to read below about RAINN and consider making a donation.

Now. My final sexography post.

The first time I had sex with a guy wasn't anything to brag about. Then again, I don't know too many people who had mind-blowing, virginity-erasing experiences. Feel free to leave a delicately-worded comment if you were one of the lucky ones. Anyway.

Earlier that night, I had presented my boyfriend with a note saying I was ready.

"A note? WTF? Were you 16???" you might ask incredulously. Uh. Yeah. I was.

After my boyfriend read the note, we went into the movie theatre to see "Jack The Bear." It was one of those uncomfortable movie dramas with Danny DeVito. Honestly, is any movie that he's in reall…

Number

Five.

Four and One.

Make what you will of that.

(winks)

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Clean Bill

On Friday I finally had the physical I was supposed to have in February. I'm happy to say my doctor is pleased with my health and habits.

I consider myself lucky because my doctor is pretty cool. She's probably the first doctor I've had that I feel really comfortable with in terms of divulging personal details. It helps that she isn't judging either. I don't get the whole, "Well, you're at that age where if you want kids....(grand pause)" from her. She also doesn't push medications like The Pill on me even though I probably could get a lot of benefit out of going back on that like less acne issues, shorter periods, and thus more sex.

I was on The Pill once. Once being taking it for over 5 years. I don't quite remember when I stopped, but I do remember that there was a time my prescription ended and I was off The Pill for a month or two. I went through some horrible mood swings. After a doctor's visit, I went on a low-hormone version…
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How 'bout another first kiss?

I am a hopeless romantic. Nothing turns me into a pile of mush quicker than stories or movie scenes with that "first kiss."

Most of my tween and early teens were dreaming about that first kiss. I would be lost in my own little world, thinking about how the object of my affection would suddenly pull me to him and give me the sweetest, softest kiss.

The drawback to fantasy worlds is that the real world often doesn't match up. However, I was bound and determined to make that first kiss count. That's why my first boyfriend in seventh grade never got to kiss me.

Oh, he tried. Poor Luis. The first time he tried was as we were about to get off the bus after a ski club trip. I could see my dad standing outside the bus, and as I sensed Luis leaning toward me I quickly said, "My dad is waiting for me" and bolted down the aisle. In school, a few days later Luis tried again as we stood by our lockers and this time I backed away, citing a school handbook rule, &qu…
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Raise the Barricades!

I entered adolescence at the height of the hysteria about AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases. People were truly freaked about the AIDS epidemic just because so many people were still misinformed about how it was contracted. On the upside, this was before the bullshit-head-in-the-sand approach to sex education known as "abstinence only" became a regular part of health ed in our school systems.

Health Ed was a decent class my sophomore year. Our teacher was down to earth in that crunchy lesbian way. She had no qualms about bringing in guest speakers that made us uncomfortable, including a date rape survivor. One speaker that still sticks in my mind was a young black man who came in to discuss the different types of birth control and disease-preventative options when it came to sex.

He had a familiar variety of prophylactics including the female condom, diaphragm, spermicide, and the Pill. But then he pulled out a square of latex and started stretching it while a…

House of (Beer) Cards

Building a house of beer coasters over Jeff's beer.

Your Parents Do It

I don't think many people like to think about the fact that their parents, at some point, had sex. Sure, some couples adopt but in that case procreation most likely took place for that baby to be possible. The miracles of modern medicine have made it possible for couples to conceive without intercourse, but chances are if they've gone the test-tube baby path, they've already tried multiple times to conceive naturally.

I'm getting off-track.

I've blogged this week about friends who don't like to talk about sex, but what do you do if you belong to a family where the women like to talk about sex? The idea of many years in therapy immediately jumps to mind, but that would be a hyperbolization of reality.

When I was 15 years old, I took a trip to NYC with my mom, my aunt, and two family friends. As I finished getting ready in our hotel room before we went out to catch a musical (Jelly's Last Jam), I could overhear the ladies talking in the other room. To my s…

I hear they have Starbucks in hell

Am I ruining my news cred' and possibly buying myself a direct ticket to hell if I look through my news scripts for tomorrow, see a story about the Pope being in the United States and have the following conversation with myself?:
"Hmm.. Pope lands in U.S. today. Is deeply ashamed about all the pedo-priests. Will be visiting NYC. Visiting Chautauqua County? Negative? Ok. Fuck the Pope story then."Yeah. I thought so. I better pack my bags.

Back Alley

One of the cool things about the central business district of Jamestown is all the alley-ways. I like the fact they are usable, in terms of driving. There are still a number of one-way streets downtown, so it's nice to be able to use an alley to cut over to the street you need without having to go all the way around the block.

I also like the aesthetics of the alleys. The way they slope upwards as you make your way from the south end of downtown to the north side. How they're still brick-lined, even if the main streets have been paved with asphalt. There was talk by some that the alleys should have lighting installed to encourage pedestrian use. I kind of dig that idea. Just as long as they don't seal them off to cars. If they did, I'd hope that some of those one-way streets had been made 2-way. That just might happen.

Pretty Sidetracked

This is for anyone whose mind has ever wandered for even the briefest of moments while having sex.



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What About Your Friends?

Sex is that unspoken topic between our friends. There are plenty of winks, nudges, and smiles; but to announce that you engage in the act is practically taboo. If I was naive, I'd think more than half of my friends were virgins or practicing abstinence from how much they don't talk about sex.

I'm not saying I want to sit down and get the blow by blow of our friend's bedroom habits, but it would also be nice not to get the shocked gasp if I happen to mention a pleased moment from earlier in the day. I should also advise that I'm not going around telling everyone about the latest and greatest orgasm!

I've sometimes wonder if it's competitiveness that keeps most of my friends silent. We flirt. We hug. We kiss each other on the cheek. But what would happen if one couple revealed that they found themselves in the throes of passion nightly? Think of the pressure that puts on the others! And then there's the married couples. Is it out of politenes…

Is There A Fly In The Honey?

It's so crowded in here tonight. But that's okay. The window seat is fine. Yeah. No, it reminds me of home. Don't know why. Yeah.

So how are you? Yeah? Yeah, I can't believe that class either. The prof is just so, so. Right! But I couldn't agree more, History of American Pop does rule. I've already gotten so much out of it. Yeah.

So you said your winter break was good? Right. Uh huh. Me? Well. Well. I don't want you to worry. Because it could be nothing. I just felt you should know. Well. I'm, uh, late. Like two months. Hey. Hey. Listen. If it does turn out I'm, y'know, I don't plan to keep it. I mean. I have some money. So, don't worry. I just felt you should know. Yeah.

Well, I've got an appointment with the health center on Monday. No, I haven't taken one yet. I know they're not always reliable. So I figured I'd just go in and find out for sure. Right. So. Right. That's really all. Yeah.

No, I'm all set. Yeah. Wher…

Bespecled Beauty

I love glasses. Some would say it's almost a fetish. I've had friends whom I met when they did not have glasses on. Then days or weeks later, they would show up somewhere with a set of rims around their eyes. I would find myself doing a classic double-take and once over.

"New glasses?" I'd ask with a slight raise of an eyebrow.

Matt found out the power of specs on me when he decided to ditch his contacts and spring for some new frames. Without giving away too many saucy details, let's just go with the fact that I married him (some years later).

I suppose it's telling that at least 8 people that I dated before marriage wore glasses, or needed vision-correcting devices. Some I practically begged to not take off their glasses when we'd go out.

"Don't they help you see? They look awful nice on you!" I'd plead.

I guess I never quite understood why TV and movie makers thought that removing glasses from a character was supposed to mak…

Picture Pages

One afternoon when I was in second grade, I went over to my friend's house to play after school. As I went inside, Jodi said, "Hey, I got something to show you in my room."

We ran upstairs into her immaculate room. Jodi's mom cleaned houses when she wasn't teaching aerobic classes, so their own house always had a sense of comfortable perfection. Donny, her younger brother, joined us as Jodi knelt by her bed and reached under the dust ruffle.

"We found this in my dad's dresser drawer," as she showed me a Playboy magazine.

"He doesn't know you took it does he?" I asked anxiously.

"No. We gotta put it back soon though," Jodi answered.

We started quietly turning the pages, giggling when we saw a picture of a woman that was posed funny.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "That's not a.. you know... in her mouth," my voice dropped to a whisper as we stared a picture of a woman with what I now know to be a dildo pr…

"Let it go on and on.."

If I could magically show up beside you while you read/watch this, I would drag you out of your chair or off the couch and make you dance with me to this song. It's the horns. And when the song hits the 2-minute mark and those hand claps come in followed by the next horn entrance, OH MY GOD! God Bless Spoon for putting out an official video for "You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb."

Playing the Part of a Skirt

Proof I wore a skirt today.

Read As Much As You Can

My apologies to Emma, but I have to steal a blog topic and give it my own spin.

As an only child, I grew up with books as some of my closest friends. My mom is a voracious reader, and encouraged me to be as well as soon as I could figure out what those printed letters stood for on paper.

Trips to the mall always included a stop by any store that sold books. Garage sales were even better because we could leave with bagfuls of old Nancy Drew or Trixie Belden mysteries.

Around the time I was in third grade, my mom bought a book while we were doing some shopping at Midtown Mall. I didn't take much notice of it until we got in the car. After I buckled up, she handed me a bag saying, "This is for you." I pulled the book out and studied the cover with curiosity. It featured an illustrated baby hanging out of the "O" at the bottom of the title, which said, Where Did I Come From? - The Facts of Life Without Any Nonsense and With Illustrations.

I tried not to gape…

Getting Personal

Emma of Eriepressible has taken on a month-long challenge known as Sexography. It's a different way to raise awareness about rape, abuse, and incest through the vehicle of women's stories about their personal experiences with sex.

While I don't get too squeamish when it comes to the topic of sex, I wondered just how Emma was going to handle this somewhat delicate topic. The posts she's put up so far have a good balance of humor and seriousness. I admire her tact. I debated for a few days taking on this challenge. It's so personal and I wanted to approach this in a way that doesn't freak out my friends and random readers. Here's a toast to a few weeks of sex posts. I'll be as chaste as I deem necessary.

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Almost Plein Air Dining

First dinner on the porch since autumn.

Spring Clean-Up

I know that dirty little four-letter word could crop up before the end of the month, but right now I'm soaking up this awesome Spring weather as much as I can. My way of soaking it up is by drawing energy off of it to get organized and clean house. Naturally, I like to use technology where possible.

Google Calendar has a feature that allows me to sync with my work calendar. This means no more forgetting about business meetings and showing up to work in a more-casual-than-I'd-like outfit.Matt and I did the post-snow yard clean-up and have found a system to keep up with it on a daily basisWe also changed our banking system around to match up with how we want to handle our finances. We needed a better system to save money and pay bills, so in another few weeks we'll have a good idea about how this is working. I should post the full story there when it's all set.The warm weather has helped indoors as well as I tackled the kitchen Saturday as part of my "super clea…

Sushi Coming to Jamestown Wegmans!

Finally! Our Wegmans is getting sushi!

Good Sports

I want to thank all you readers who allowed me to giggle most of Tuesday, otherwise known as April Fool's Day.

I also want to offer an apology with a smile attached to the friends who went into "crisis management mode" (Tim), were "trying to think of a polite way to say you were in over your head" (Heidi), or were left uncomfortably smiling and saying, "Oh that sounds interesting...." (most of the people I work with). You're all good sports and it was great to read and see your reactions all day.

Big Announcement!

For the past few years, Matt and I have brainstormed several ideas for what we want to do in this area. We both have typical jobs, but from time to time we've batted around the idea of going into business for ourselves. This has included everything from opening a coffee shop, to buying and running a specialty beer store, to doing something online.

Well, after lots of yellow legal pads, some meetings with the local Small Business Development Center, hair-pulling, and scoping some locations, we have a plan. Some of this was borne out of the idea that niche businesses seem to do well in the downtown areas of cities. My market research isn't perfect, but I have a hunch this could work.

So here it goes.

Sometime in the next year or so, we hope to open a restaurant that will engage the diner in something that goes beyond the simple eating experience.

This restaurant will be called: Can Julia Cook?(tm).
It's a kind of nutso thing, for sure, but I do have some basic cooking skills.…