Dude, that's not how to think about sex. The fact that you are making it a
"left brain" subject of analysis in terms of times and numbers is what often kills sex. It has to be a "right brain" experience of free fantasy and unconstrained indulgment of contributing feeling and thoughts to lead to satisfaction. Both men and women can have sexual impediments until they come out of the dominance of numbers and time--how long foreplay? how long penetration? how many down strokes? how many upstrokes?
IT Geek. that's just not true. Women don't walk around thinking sex sex sex all the time.
Even the most shallow, immature, young woman dosen't really do that. A man can be a hot sexy hunk....but if his personality is totally absent and her friends think he's "creepy" he will not get laid.
I'd bet that 75% of you guys on here complaining fall into that category. Every man here who's thought he looked horrible has been better looking than average when he shows a photo.
The probl
There were signs I should have caught right away even when we were engaged. All the phone calls from "old girl friends". He was a public figure, a good catch, the old GFs annoyed me slightly but....we met and became engaged quickly. They couldn't know he was no longer available right? Besides, he persued me, he adored me. I was indifferent and then...I was crazy about him.
During the first year of our marriage I really wanted to know who he was texting all day and IMing all evening. We both
Some people on here have used google to find out who I am. Rather than that I will just tell you all.
I am a early 30's male to female transgender woman or "two-spirit".(Kind of like this person. http://nymag.com/fashion/11/fall/andrej-pejic/) Though some days I feel more bigendered and in general I think most gender norms are total BS. (My favorite is how a few years back they tried to market things like "oatmeal for women" and "water for women". Food is food, water is water, and clothe
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SHE
Pushed from post to pillar,
a traffic light surfer on Darlinghurst Road
Formed from rough words and know it all attitudes
Arrogance between sheets that count bodies not thread.
She is Hell in a pushcart,
personified simply
Graceful disaster or an addicts' epiphany of hope in hopelessness
Just a number
June 24th 2012
In 2007 I joined this board and ranted how dare she blah blah, if you like history you can search my name I guess, if you like a little woe is me.I am however writing this journal as a prelude to a book I am attempting and am not really concentrating on what happened but only what is going to happen.A checkered past is fodder for another book.I wanted to share my journey with this board and hopefully add some of my journal entries in my book....and get it published
I am rek
I've got two big milestones on my mind tonight, but I don't see how to separate the two. So I'll just ramble, and they'll come out as they will.
The first is that which brought me to LoveShack: a breakup. I fell in love for the first time about 2 years ago. It was the most exhilirating experience I've ever had in my life, and it showed. I was the absolute best version of myself. I shone from the inside with a radiant positivity that infected everyone around me. I loved myself, what I
Well, I've been journaling for years. I didn't realize until recently that's it's been a crucial tool for the growth I have had as a person over the years. I've always kept my thoughts to myself because I figured no one thinks like me...rather, I don't think like everyone else.
Turns out I don't. No one thinks like everybody else, but several people can have the same trains of thought, of logic. It helps to share with people on the same train. Some are open-minded enough to appreciate
Read these two things.
Then after talking about how distressing it is that the guy does not want to comment on her artwork she writes.
This is not to insult rebeccajones in any way. What she has written here illustrates the kind of thing that so called pick up artist talk about.
The whole thing about challenge and being a jerk etc etc.
Further it seems to be working on her.
The moral of the story for heterosexual men is to be a big perv and not care about the "real per
I've read a lot of books over the past 18 months on relationships, the self and self-improvement. There's a lot of dross out there and, typically, I turn off when I read anything that's too normative or didactic. These are the ones that stood out as useful, inspired me in some way, or otherwise added to my happiness. They might work for you too.
What You Can Change and What You Can't: The Complete Guide to Successful Self-Improvement Learning to Accept Who You Are
This author has looked fo
One thing I tend to do on internet forums is fight back whenever I am faced with an opinion I don't like. I was never a member of the debating club, and I can sort of see why - I would have taken everything personally.
Part of learning to grow and mature is to accept the things that we cannot change. Which includes the people that don't like you for whatever reason, disagree with you for whatever reason, or are different than you for whatever reason.
We are all made in the eyes of God, bu
So, it's been 5 months since my ex left me. Its crazy that I still font know why it ended. One week things were one way and the next week he didn't come home for 2 days then decided to move out. Boom... Over just like that. It was a very quick relationship but very real. He said all the right things and had potential... I gotta stop falling for potential. I will not make these mistakes again... And there were many.
My mother used to say "not all abused people abuse" and she is right. Certainly, she and my father who were both raped as children never sexually abused me or my siblings. However, abuse comes in many forms as you probably know, and some abused people do go on to abuse.
This mantra of "not all abused people abuse" played, I believe, a significant part in my continuation of my last relationship. Because she (the ex) had been seriously sexually, emotionally and physically abused, I felt I was
A few of weeks ago, the letting agency told me I had to pay 6 months rent in advance or leave. I choose to leave. I then felt quite wobbly for a while after that. As an Army brat, I moved around every 1-3 years and have done since I left home (and bounced back home a few times in my twenties / early thirties), so moving isn't a big issue for me.
I've realised that part of the wobbles was down to the fact I had rented this place as somewhere for me and my ex to live together, and moving is goi
I hear this a lot from people who feel rejected. I have felt it myself.
The thing is, people are very complex objects, and a close relationship means two very complicated objects in close proximity to one another. Sticking the spatial representation, a UK plug won't fit into a US socket. That doesn't make either the plug or the socket not good enough: they both do what they do well, but only when paired correctly.
So, don't feel that you're not good enough if someone turns down your offer
I feel stupid... I don't understand my b/f at all. I know I should leave, but I love this guy and have been in love with him for a while now. Part of the reason I'm staying other than that is curiosity, I want to see what happens. Kind of like a car crash, I can see it's not going to be good but I'll be damned if I can look away.
How can you be in love with someone, and want to stay locked in a relationship with them if you don't want to sleep with them? I have spent the last couple of days t
Just wanted to say that therapy is working out very fruitful for me. Having someone to share thoughts with, someone outside of the rest of my life, has been valuable for accessing repressed feelings and thoughts, not just in the sessions, in my free time too. I've been writing a diary since starting. It contains things I have hardly said in my head, never mind to someone else.
After the last bout of writing comparing my most recent emotional crisis with a similar one in the past, I had a dre
Okay, so I haven't heard from her, and have heard from him. A good friend pointed out that the protest itself would probably change his behaviour. If not, I can escalate my behaviour to assert myself.
We were supposed to meet today, but it's pissing it down, and we agreed by text to meet during the week. I know he hasn't answered the questions I asked, but I also know he will have read them. Just planting seeds...
At the end of my last therapy session, I felt sad, and shared that with my t
I was sat in my garden this morning, on my rather splendid new deck chair, eating pain au choc, reading the paper and drinking a coffee, in a very middle class moment.
I was infused with smells and sounds; lots of bird song in our back gardens, and the scent of early summer flowers. I became absorbed in the stories I was reading whilst feeling all these sensory inputs. It's something I've always wanted - a garden to tend and a shed. To be in England in the summer time!
I was so involved i
