I remember feelings and conclusions better than facts and details, and the way I feel about any event in my life is informed by all the events that have come before it.

So it bothers me that I can’t remember when exactly I started fucking Angel.

When a typical Piscean makes out, it's an act of romance rather than pure pleasure.

They are so romantic and want satin sheets and candles, poetry and a full moon.

For example, one time I went to wedding on a hippy commune and fooled around with a unicyclist.

We’d been completely naked, touching each other, etc, but as far as we were both concerned, he entered my tent a virgin and left in the same condition.


Each computer has to have an IP number to connect with other computers. It was a bit graphic in nature, so I won’t share the dirty details here, but it involved her, her boyfriend, and an orgasm so intense she actually experienced female ejaculation.Yeah, maybe we share a little too much information.In high school my best friend said that she considered a blow job to be “sex.” I knew I didn’t, but my argument at the time focused primarily on the semantics – if you needed to put a modifier in front like sex, than there was obviously some distinction between it and “real” sex.I’d fooled around with guys I hadn’t had intercourse with (though, at the time of the argument, I believe I’d only ever blown one guy and we were also having sex) and there was definitely a difference between the intimacy of a hand job and what I thought of as sex.He's the original 5-minute man so if you're turned on by ultra-macho grunt-and-groaning types, you've just found your ticket to heaven!