so there is a boy. i don't want anything serious. i just want to you know... be around someone in that lovey way. not necessarily sex. probably not. i had a dream about him the other night, and then i saw him today. funny thing is that i haven't thought of him in months and months before the dream. he'll graduate soon... this is good because he won't be around too long, so things won't get too serious. what am i saying. i haven't even called him yet. he may so no... if he does... it won't matter too much. should i? or will it be another huge blow to my already beaten self-esteem.

jesus. all men want is sex. period. if you're entering into something knowing you'll be out of it before sex, you're leading the poor soul on. you're evil. be ashamed.

nate, as much as I agree with you about the (what I view as)crulety of nature and evolution on the male species...i think it's dangerous that the point be perpetuated that we are nothing but hump-leg sex feinds. I cannot deny what my body wants (muchless when my mind follows)but it seems too often that we are reduced to this and this alone. no repsonse needed, got other issues on my mind, just thought i would mention it.

i'm not saying that we're nothing but hump-leg sex fiends. but it is a weakness of the gender. a weakness that is often used to control us.

i agree, and i suppose resent that

the answer? drink heavily. being too drunk to fuck is the great equalizer.

that won't work. far too often you have to endure a period of heightened libido whilst on your way to shitfaced-dom...say between beer 3-10. this can often be the most dangerous and vulnerable time ...when striving for that point in which the little one doesn't work......all out of protest....sheeeeeesh

hahahaha, patrick, as always i adore your logic. i know what she's saying though. i can't tell you how many times a day i fantasize about someone i know i'll never have. i have crushes constantly. thing is, when i get close to the person, the crush tends to go away...i find some reason or other to let it. i don't know. i'm not making any damn sense at all. yes i am. oh hell. and naw, men are just leg-humpers. no worse than women. i hate the stereotype that women can't just want a sexual fling as much as men..or that all men want sex and all women want emotion. there's been way too many times when all i wanted was a good lay and the boy wanted to be in love. course, i'm different than most i suppose. that's a contradiction right there.

well... i tried to call him, but he wasn't there. i didn't leave a message. i had intention of calling back. however, i went by to see my friend who was hurt on saturday night during the "horrible experience" i suddenly remembered how scared i am of boys. so nothing will come of it. i was just having a good day, and tomorrow may be different. i already feel the freakiness rising within me. i'll settle down and read a book. no more boys. thanks though.

not all boys are the same. dammit i need to get laid.

me too.

I really want to have sex. another week.

no i agree lis......my wife, like you, is a staunch supporter of knocking the notion away that women don't have impulsive, carnal desires minus emotion. i think a lot can be said for anatomy as well. we take our pants off, we brush by our member. we pee, we touch our member. I reach in my pocket, i brush by my member. I lay down on my stomach to sleep. my member has to be adjusted. It's a constant reminder. We wake up with volatile erections so on and so forth. women's sex anatomy, being more internal, perhaps they are not confronted with sex as much as men simply because they are not reminded about it 2356 times during the day..... but then again, there are the boobies....so maybe that doesn't hold water.....ahhh fuck it..... i wanna have sex too, instead i am virtually chained to this desk for the next 8 hours. poop

member? member? that has got to be the worst word for a penis i have ever heard. naw, you know...i don't think of my breasts as a sexual organ. i mean, well i do. but not the way you're describing "memebers". (HAHAHAHAHHAHA) What I think I mean is, well, they're there. They're just there. That isn't to say it hasn't happened when I've been daydreaming and my hand accidently starts brushing against my nips. It does happen...just not daily. I think for me (and I don't know if this is true about all women) if I get turned on at an odd time, it's because something mental or visual happens to make it so. Like tonight. There's this parking garage near me. I was walking back from McDonald's. Sometimes there's prostitutes who stand on the second level of the garage. (it's a two level open garage) They aren't disgusting girls. Most of em are actually sort of pretty. One was standing on it tonight looking down over the ledge. There was a street light behind her head so all her fluffed hairsprayed hair was profiled. I couldn't see her face, but I know her eyes were closed. She was praying. That's the sort of thing.

you are a sicko lis.....i love you for that....

I feel good. will someone please tell me the joke about the farmer and his missing tractor? I really love that joke.

PS- dreaming about boys means nothing. To date I've had more dreams about Ishmael than I can even remember. first I dreamed he came of the closet, then I dreamed he had a party and kissed me, then there was the one about him naked in my bathtub (he was very gifted) and the one where he gave me advice on which bras I should wear while I sang "Blue" at him. okay..maybe they do mean Something.

what joke about the farmer and his missing tractor?

Has anyone seen my tractor?

close enough.