What's yours called?

Weird and wonderful names for your marvelous piece of equipment.

Yes, I am being juvenile but the word 'penis' simply wont do. It's just too anatomical, too sterile, too damn boring. I have heard this horney, proud slickster been called many names in different times. Trouser Trout, Wife's best friend, Spam's juvenile, Trouser mouser, Honker, Backon bazooka lol, One eyed snake, Moisture missile(haha), Stargazer, Thumb of love, Pocket Rocket, Dipstick, Cupid's torch, Poodle, Prick, Maggot and my favorite Bald Headed Hermit haha!

Btw, I call mine 'the illustrious Lord George' :)

For love or money

Love is wonderful…but love and money is much better in a real world. Though, I will not consider being with someone just for the dough! I am definitely not looking for a free ride but one thing's for sure - a successful career of a romantic partner is right up there on the top of my dating criteria. I don't want the struggles involved with someone who isn't pulling in the bucks when life gets going with kids and mortgage and remodelling. The fact is I may probably be discounting a lot of potentially wonderful, very compatible partners just because they don't have jobs or have no motivation to get one. Sure, money might make life a bit cushier but it certainly doesn't buy happiness - it won't make up for the misery of being with someone you couldn't care less about as a person.

While I would likely choose true love over big bucks, I do have certain limits. I hope that the one I fall for has ambition and makes decent moolah. I know that the most important thing in a relationship is the person's personality (and, ok, maybe looks), not their bank account, and I'm not about to pass up the opportunity to date wonderful people just because they haven't hit the jackpot. Having said that, I would still want them to know the pain of a hard earned dollar. All I want is someone who reasonably tries to get ahead in life. My motto could be "love conquers most things". However, I'm realistic enough to know that poverty is not anyone's cup of tea, but also idealistic enough to believe in the power of real love.

My Father

I was very young when my father passed away. Whoever said that a girl's first love is her father, forgot to put him/herself in a guy's shoes and realize that a guy's first love is his father too-the man he adores, cherishes and trusts more than any other person on the entire planet. Dad was there for me through thick and thin, through all the things that boys go through, and all those terrible times when you're a teenager and "life just is so unfair!".lol.

I remember the times he would fly me around and around. He would always loose to me in any competition, wheather it be drinking milk, or eating our oatmeal, or racing in my backyard because I had to be the First, always. He taught me that I am the best in this whole white world and there's none better than me. I grew up believing that. He brought happiness and smile on everyone's face each evening he would return home from office. He looked like a hunk from the 'Gone With The Wind'. I remember one morning when dad and I were out in our driveway, we were just doing everyday, ordinary things. Somewhere out of the blue, I said, " Dad, when I have a baby, would you like to be the first to hold it?" I'm sure he must have been thinking," Wow, doesn't he know he would be the first to hold his baby?" But instead of saying this to me, he looked me straight in the eyes and with a smile on his face he said," Well, sure!". I still remember the feeling I got when he said that.

My Dad saw me through the most difficult times of my life, including the deaths of several people who meant the world to me. I watched as the loss of my Grandfather, Dad's father, broke his heart. I knew at that moment, that a parent's love and their very life is more precious than words can possibly express. And I was going to make sure that my relationship with my father continued to be very special.

My Dad passed away suddenly, without warning. Not only did it shatter my world, but it forever affected the lives of my small family. It was like someone had forcibly ripped our hearts out. The day I said goodbye to my Dad will forever be emblazoned in my mind and in my heart. Seeing him there, looking so peaceful and healthy, even in death, made me realize something: that no matter where I am, no matter what my life brings, I know that he is right there with me. All I have to do is recall those blessed snippets of memories - like asking my Dad if he would be the first to hold my baby, or having arm wrestling that I knew he let me win, or the time he calmly helped me through a bad dream, and he gently helped me to overcome the losses of my dear one's when they were taken from this earth too soon.

But like me, you too can find comfort in knowing that you and your loved one are still alive to each other. All you have to do is look into your heart, feel that special, never-ending love..knowing they still adore you, still cherish you - from the loving arms of God. Please take comfort in that, always.

I love you, and miss you, Dad...my dearest Papa. And you know what? I know in my heart that you will still be there to 'hold' my babies, one day.

My Distant Woman

Never have I felt
this maddening feeling before-
this surging passion indise..

My soul has been mottled with holes
until you came, filling it out
with your steadfast compassion,

transforming
the color of its bleak existance
into the rainbow's..

But evertime I see your face,
my heart bleeds
because you are like a distant moon

that I could only watch,
but not possess or hold in my arms;
a beautiful yet intagible dream

that vanishes upon waking up!

Sex and the City

Many seasons, four ladies, one city - and a lot of sex.


I watched the final episode last night. The show that made Manolos a must. It was as if I developed a love affair with Sex and the City over the years. I always thought that Sex and the City has taught me that, being single in a big city and being single full stop is an OK thing to do when you are in your 30s. And I was hoping the end to be Carrie, sat at a cafe single, still questioning men & women, the future, and Sex and the City, but being OK with being single, and showing that it doesn't detract from being a woman. Idealistic but sweet.


But there's Carrie. After pining for her friends and the New York skylines and realizing that she would never be a priority in Alexander's life, she leaves the Russian and then it happened. Whilst checking out of the Parisian hotel, she finds herself face to face with Big. Over a bridge is moon-lit Paris and Carrie gets her Big?? Big has done nothing but toy with Carrie's emotions and cause her heartbreak. Everytime she is happy, he worms his way back in. After six years of showing women and men that true acceptance must come from yourself and not from your significant other, seeing Carrie running back to Big is rubbish. Afterall, she wasn't all that independent. This episode was everything I needed to say goodbye to my four imaginary friends.


"Burn me once shame on you, burn me twice shame on me." Shame on you Carrie

My Lazy Saturday Afternoon

Afternoons should have been made for love, that is my opinion. After a pleasant lunch, with wine, of course, and a delicious dessert, that leaves a sweet, light flavor in your mouth that lasts even after the liquor or coffee. Then, the siesta, which should be enforced by law. You'd just lie down with your girl, the weather is fresh enough to cuddle and sleep, with the smell of her hair filling your nostrils, her silk hair caressing your face, and the taste of her dessert you can still tase, lingering on her tongue. Then, at some point, one of the two wakes up--not fully, but just crossing the line and becoming more awake than asleep, and the quiet, slow games of love begin, while the drowsiness and the wine act like indian spices, bringing excuisite flavors to the food. The bodies are pleasantly warm, the bedroom is dark enough to be comfortable to sleep, but golden with filtered light of the afternoon sun. Everything is smooth, lovely, quiet and sometimes the dreams hit for a second or two and make us loose track of what is real and what is not. There is no pain, there is no worries, there's nothing but the moment. Once both are pleasured, you fall again to the other side of the line, napping at each other's arms. Such surrender shall be mine. Of course I wish such lazy afternoon's to become reality one Godsawesomeday:)