I Don’t Want To Belong To Any Club That Will Accept People Like Me As A Member

In my last post I talked about people who upon learning that I am an atheist either feel the need to discredit or demean my beliefs by bragging about the perceived superiority of theirs, or want to shine the light that leads to Jesus. The discrediting, demeaning people are close-minded douchebags and I don’t want to talk about them. Although I suspect I’ll end up doing just that because they piss me off and I’ll eventually say something clever and sarcastic about them that they probably wouldn’t understand anyway since they tend to be more literal than literate (and so it begins …..).

What I want to talk about are the people who try to convince me of the existence of a higher being or persuade me to adopt some religion, or as some have said, to change my religion. While there is some debate over whether or not atheism is a religion, I fall in with those who argue that it is not. So as far as I’m concerned I’ve got no religion to change, and I also have no desire to adopt a religion.

I don’t pretend to be baffled by why they do these things. I understand that for some it’s a very simple equation: disbelief is bad + belief is good = get heathen to believe. I imagine that others have such a strong, ingrained belief that they can’t fathom a life without God in it and probably think I’m just an empty, soulless husk of a person who can only benefit by being filled with the light of the Lord.

It’s also possible that my take on atheism … I don’t believe a God exists because I’ve never seen proof that one does … may be a factor. It’s not unusual for someone to hear this philosophy and attempt to totally blow my mind by hitting me with something profound that I’ve never heard before like, “What about trees and oceans? Aren’t they proof that God exists?” Uhhh … No. They are proof that trees and oceans exist. It seems that these folk fail to hear the first part of my statement: I don’t believe a God exists. Not I might believe or I could believe, but I don’t believe. It’s not a maybe and I’m not looking for answers. It’s a statement of my disbelief. Period.

Which brings me to what I really want to talk about, which is the assumption that attempting to cram ones beliefs down the throats of others is acceptable behavior. I know this is not a new topic and that it is neither confined to religion nor practiced by all religious people. However, for the sake of convenience I’m going to generalize and may lump people into groups they don’t necessarily feel they belong to in order to avoid the need to qualify every statement and opinion with the assurance that “I know not every group/religion nor every person in it does this/feels this way.”

I am of the opinion that everyone has the right to believe whatever they want to believe. Further, I respect your right to your beliefs and unless in the midst of a debate or discussion, I don’t feel it’s my place to challenge or question them. Obviously, respecting your right to believe whatever you want to doesn’t mean I agree with you or that I don’t think some of your beliefs are silly. For instance, I believe that food is food and calories are calories and that there’s no harm in eating after some arbitrary magic o’clock. Unless you’re a Mogwai of course. Also, you are perfectly free to believe that the Earth is only 6,000 years old. I would tend to disagree with you however because DINOSAURS!!

So while our opinions may be at opposite ends of the spectrum, or logic writhes and squirms in my brain trying to claw its way into words, unless asked I will keep my mouth shut … and I think it only fair that you give me the same consideration. Because it seems to me that failing to realize, or worse, to care that I might take exception to you encroaching uninvited into my space with your philosophies and beliefs teeters on the edge of dangerous territory where you might also feel comfortable acting in ways that infringe upon my rights or beliefs. I don’t know if it’s human nature, or maybe just human behavior, but when standing behind strong beliefs we’re terribly adept at justifying even the most unjustifiable acts as long as we can find a way to rationalize that what we’re doing is right. For instance, I know at least one of The Ten Commandments says thou shalt not kill, yet it takes only a couple of mouse clicks to find a plethora of pictures of hooded, white “christians” proudly posing under Strange Fruit trees.

So I wonder what the rationalization is that justifies clean-cut Mormon boys on bikes and groups of JayDubs knocking on my door trying to sell me on their brand of religion, or various other Christians trying/hoping to convince me to accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, while many of these same groups are getting their panties all in a wad and railing against the evils of Homosexual Recruitment? Why is it okay for them to recruit but not us?

But let’s set the record straight first, shall we? Religions recruit … you know it, I know it and they know it. We’ve all had the knocks on the door, looked out the peephole and pretended not to be home. We’ve laughed at the jokes told by comedians. We’ve been handed pamphlets and been preached to by well-meaning friends. I don’t know if it’s a pyramid thing, or they earn prizes or get a better seat in heaven, but I know a lot of them are really eager to sign up as many new members as they can.

Now, when have you ever been approached on the street, at school, at work or in a social setting by someone inquiring as to whether you’d like to cross over? I’m not talking about flirting or mistaking you for the wrong orientation … we’re all hit on by people we’re not interested in and we just say “no thanks” and move on. I’m talking about someone really trying to convince you that gay is the better way. And have you ever answered a knock at your door or emerged from a grocery stored or your preferred house of worship to find a crowd of gay men and lesbians waving copies of The Advocate in your face and asking if you’ve taken Ellen or Anderson into your heart? Yeah … I thought not.

Gays do not recruit … and we especially do not recruit children. Know why? Because we don’t have to. Parents all over the world, the overwhelming majority of them heterosexual, are producing enough gay babies to keep our numbers at sufficient levels. Also, we have a temporary volunteer program that operates quite successfully on its own with almost no effort at all on our part.

I can’t speak for the men, but the women’s program works something like this: you’re having a conversation with a straight woman and at some point she says something like, “I’m not a lesbian or anything …” and a little internal alarm goes off because this is generally the cue that she may be on the verge of volunteerism. Now, she may go on to tell you about an experience at camp when she was fourteen or a drunken college experiment, which is generally just her way of relating to you and letting you know that she’s cool with your non-hetero-normative ways.  Or, she may end the sentence with “But I’ve always wondered/thought about what it would be like to be with another woman” (oh, quit looking around all innocent-like … you know who you are and you know you’ve done it).  This is the point where in my head I do the ‘How I Met Your Mother Barney Stinson breaking the fourth wall “Oh yeah!” grin’ (sorry, couldn’t find a YouTube clip – you’ll have to watch the show if you don’t get the reference).

Like I said, I’m not exactly sure how it works with the men but I imagine it might go something like this:

Straight Guy:   It’s not like I’m not gay or anything …

Gay Guy:   *internal alarm*

Straight Guy:   But I always thought a dude would be better at sucking dick ’cause they’d know better than a chick what feels good to another dude.

Gay Guy:   *Barney Stinson*

While I get my share of potential volunteers, I accept only a select few into the program because not all who sign-up do so simply because they’re comfortable with their sexuality and are looking for new experiences. Women also volunteer because they want emotional intimacy, or they think they might be gay or they’re being pressured by a boyfriend/husband to find another woman for a threesome … the list goes on. So although I’m quite willing to sleep with a straight woman if she just wants to give lesbian sex a whirl, and I’m not opposed to participating in the occasional healthy, we all want to do this and we know our boundaries threesome, I’m not a predator and I do my best to assess the situation to make sure she’s volunteering for the right reasons, because I don’t want to take advantage of someone who’s in a vulnerable situation.

Well, it seems my Adult Tangential Tendency (ATT) Disorder has run amok and I’ve lost all control of this post and the point I was trying to make. But I think it had something to do with understanding and accepting that not everyone wants to join your club, no matter how awesome you think it is; that it’s hypocritical to accuse someone of doing something you say is wrong while you’re doing the very thing you’re condemning them for; and, that there’s a big difference between doing something because it’s the right thing to do and doing it because you’ve rationalized that it’s the right thing to do.

And on that note, I’ll close before I digress yet again.

Pursued By A Douche-Nugget

I realize that I’ve been somewhat remiss in my blogging duties lately. Although I’m still feeling a bit blog-blocked, I couldn’t resist sharing this e-mail exchange between myself and man on the internet dating site I belong to. Except for a couple of notes I added for clarification and to make it less abundantly clear exactly where I live, nothing has been changed.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, this man actually exists! And knowing that makes me feel really sorry for all you heterosexual women who have to swim around in the dating pool with guys like this in order to find someone normal. You have my most sincere sympathy.

Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 24, 2011 10:29 PM
Subj: some sugar!!!

please neighbor!! i need some sugar!!!!! meet me at ralph’s [Note: local grocery store] if you want see what happen’s if you like then sex it is!!!!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 24, 2011 10:34 PM
Subj: nice!!!

ready for me alright!!!!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 24, 2011 11:00 PM
Subj: funny!!!

get this knock knock!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 24, 2011 11:06 PM
Subj: sweet!!!

come on neighbor!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 24, 2011 11:08 PM
Subj: hi discrete!!!

hi!!

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: checkmate2000
Date: October 24, 2011 11:34 PM
Subj: RE: some sugar!!!

I’m heading to Ralphs right now. I’m wearing a silver thong, low-rise jeans and a Foxy Lady halter top. Meet me in the produce department. I hope they don’t think you’re shoplifting a banana . . . LMAO!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 12:42 AM
Subj: hey!!!

i looked for you!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 12:48 AM
Subj: hi!!!

what happen at ralph’s were you there or not!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 12:56 AM
Subj: come on!!

please let me fuck you you owe me i went to ralph’s and you were;nt there!!!!!

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 1:07 AM
Subj: yaaaaaaaa!!

fun -fun- fuck -fuck -please!!!!!

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: checkmate2000
Date: October 25, 2011 1:16 AM
Subj: RE: come on!!

Which Ralphs did you go to?

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 1:33 AM
Subj: RE: RE: come on!!

come on girlfriend!! went to [street name] and [other street] ralph’s!! you got me!!!!!

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: checkmate2000
Date: October 25, 2011 1:28 AM
Subj: RE: RE: RE: come on!!

That explains it. I went to the one on Ima & Lesbian. Guess I should have been more specific.

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 1:47 AM
Subj: hi!!!

WTF please let me fuck you!! what ralph’s did you go to!!!!!

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: checkmate2000
Date: October 25, 2011 2:20 AM
Subj: RE: hi!!!

10 Things You Need To Know

  1. Women tend to go for the bad-boy type. Try being a little more dangerous and a lot less desperate.
  2. I’m a lesbian.
  3. Begging women for sex will get you laid 0 out of 10 times.
  4. I’m a lesbian.
  5. You don’t have a picture on your profile. Most women agree to have sex with anonymous, faceless men an average of no percent of the time.
  6. I’m a lesbian.
  7. You should spend some time reading a woman’s profile and not just looking at her pictures. You might learn important things about her.
  8. I’m a lesbian.
  9. I didn’t go to Ralphs.
  10. I’m a lesbian.

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 2:31 AM
Subj: cheer’s

I won’t ask no more just let me fuck you one damn time!!!!!

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: checkmate2000
Date: October 25, 2011 3:04 AM
Subj: RE: cheer’s

I checked the Lesbian Rules & Regulations handbook they gave me when I signed up and apparently having sex with men is grounds for having my membership revoked. They do make certain exceptions though. You don’t happen to be Mark Wahlberg, Johnny Depp or Justin Timberlake, do you?

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Sender: checkmate2000
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 25, 2011 2:31 AM
Subj: RE: RE: cheer’s

ok I am an ass!!

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: checkmate2000
Date: October 25, 2011 3:04 AM
Subj: RE: RE: RE: cheer’s

Nope. Just Wahlberg, Depp, Timberlake and a few others. Headquarters doesn’t appear to make exceptions for asses. Sorry.

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Sadly, I never heard from him again and that’s a shame. He provided such excellent blog fodder!

Pretty Little Love Notes

Since the dating site I joined promises that “it’s fun, it’s free and you could be hooking up by tonight” in an effort to attract members, I harbor no hopes nor dreams of receiving love poems or finding romance. But perhaps I expect too much by assuming that the filter options I choose will actually filter potential matches for my preferences. I don’t expect everyone to be 100% in-line with my likes and dislikes, but I think some things are much more obvious deal-breakers than others. Off the top of my head, I guess that might be something like … ummmm … HAVING A PENIS!!!!

I continue to get e-mails from men despite the fact that my profile screams LESBIAN!! A few are friendly and just write to say they like my profile or wish I played for their team. Others send pictures of their penis … just what every lesbian hopes to find when she opens an e-mail. While I’m not posting any penis pictures for your viewing pleasure, I thought I would share some of the more interesting messages I’ve received lately.

Sender: mature_f_fucker
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 19, 2011 1:12 PM
Subj: Hi

Hı beatifull layd. My name is Murat and I live in İstanbul. I am 33 years old and I love mature woman and sex Because mature lady is very beatifull and sexy. I want you perfect layd ! My msn adress ; [hidden]@hotmail.com baby. Please add and contact me baby. Kiss you my layd

I’m once, twice, three times a layd …

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Sender: cuniglius
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 18, 2011 7:51 PM
Subj: passion

I love a women’s body , I love touching and kissing it entirely , I wanna squeeze you as I lick you flicking my tongue on your clit , rubbing our bodies in sweaty ecstasy , my mouth completely surrounding your vagina , as I drink your cum when your trembling in my lips , the lick your asshole and suck your feet , licking up to your labia again , I can’t get enough of going down on you , my hands never stop touching you , cupping your breasts , kissing your neck , your shoulders your back , blowing gently on the wet kisses , grabbing your ass I set you on top of me , letting you grind , I would do anything you asked anyway you like ,if you want it kinky , Im an artist with many touches , if you want it rough , whatever it takes to please you e addy [hidden]creationfloors at the gee mail Im a generous man

You had me at ‘sweaty ecstasy.’

Just kidding! You actually didn’t have me until ‘Im a generous man.’ Will you give me $500 and promise to never, ever contact me again?

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Sender: womanR2Bhappy
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 18, 2011 6:52 AM
Subj: perversion

two no limitw slaves for use… you can whore them out and let others pay to use them… they will be delivered where you request when you request… you provide women or i can… i watch ans see my propert yused… lets do it

As a rule I’m against slavery, but my house really needs a new coat of paint. Can they bring their own ladders?

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Sender: Vtwinnn2
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 15, 2011 2:28 AM
Subj: hi

hi how are you today?? hmmm wot are you doing now?? msg me ok,, love to hear from you,, wood you like to see my hard cock???

hello i am fine.. ummm making fun of you on my blog.. no,, too bad,, I most certainly woodn’t…

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Sender: Arjor1
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 9, 2011 1:08 AM
Subj: HOLA

HOLA AMOR..ME GUSTARIA CONOCERTE Y QUE NOS PODAMOS VER ATRAVEZ DE CAMARA PARA ASI DARNOS..MUCHO AMOR..Y PLACER..TE DEJO MI CORREO…..[hidden]@gmail.com….escribeme amor..soy de Chile..besitos..Arnoldo

HI LOVE..I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW AND THAT WE CAN SEE OURSELVES JAUNT OF CAMERA FOR US..MUCH LOVE..AND PLEASURE..I LEAVE YOU MY MAIL …..[hidden]@gmail.com … .write me love..i’m from Chile..kisses..Arnoldo

Either Google Translate isn’t fluent in Spanish or Arnoldo was awfully drunk when he wrote this. What the hell is a ‘jaunt of camera’?

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Sender: medmiko
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: October 5, 2011 1:55 AM
Subj:hello sexy

hi sexy how are you i want to fuck sexy

Seriously? You took the time to put in the little devil emoticon, yet you couldn’t manage to capitalize or punctuate a 10 word sentence?

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Sender: thomas4u
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: September 15, 2011 3:57 PM
Subj: hi

Ohh My GOD and Good Day to you!!! My Name is THOMAS and am new on this dating site and you ? i really enjoyed reading ur profile and it’s hard for me to believe why such a handsome looking man like you be alone over there without getting ladies chasing on you. Well am really impressed by your profile and I would wish to get to know more about you to see where this will go and also if you are interested in me,send me an [hidden]@yahoo.com….send me an email so that i can send you my pictures and tell you more about me and see when it will talk us too. THOMAS

Nothing makes me consider exploring my hetero-curiousity more than being told I’m a handsome looking man. Flattery will get you everywhere Thomas!

I Can’t Believe You’re Still Single!

Hi! My name is Ted
I like little fuzzy pups, coffee in a cup, bourbon in a glass and grass. Don’t let my innocent good looks fool you. I can get into some wild and wacky shenanigans when the mood strikes…LOL!

Turn-ons: Long brown hair, yellow Volkswagen Beetles, bludgeoning, rape, strangulation
Turn-offs: E-mail auto-replies

Did I mention that I’d made the decision to delve into the world of online dating? I realize that the term “online dating” may lead some to think of sites like Match.com or eHarmony. Or, maybe not eHarmony … do they cater to the homos? I’ve been led to believe not, although I can’t be bothered to actually find out because, frankly, that name is alone is way too gay for me and most of the queers I know. Which actually isn’t very many … I’m currently sort of swimming in a sea of heterosexuals … but my one lesbian friend (okay, she’s not an actual lesbian, but she does play one on the “dating” site to which we both belong) agrees that eHarmony sounds totally gay. Then again, she also thinks Hot Pockets are totally gay, so …

The site I decided to join skips all the bullshit surrounding romance and matching you based on 193 dimensions of personality and is more about getting down to business. Think of it as PlentyOfFish’s slutty sister. You know, the one you really wanted to go out with but all your friends said she was a skank so you opted for the “nice” sister instead and six weeks later you’re still waiting to see her naked, but meanwhile your friends are all getting blown in the parking lot by Sister Skanks-A-Lotta and laughing their asses off at you.

Anyway. The point is that whether you’re on eHarmony or eMeSoHorny, whether you’re looking for a soul-mate or a sex-mate, isn’t the goal to seek out those who might be interested in you, someone with whom you share common interests … something like sexual-orientation, perhaps??? My profile on that site says LESBIAN in big red letters (yeah, kinda like that) at the top and yet at least 90% of the messages I get are from men. But, I understand that most are clearly too distracted by the amazingly hawt pictures I’ve posted of myself to even notice that there are words on the page and I forgive their faux-pas. It’s the ones who do see the detour sign , decide it doesn’t apply to them and send me a picture of their unfailingly unattractive genitalia anyway, typically accompanied by the assurance that they are ‘very oral’, who baffle me. Seriously, if enjoying oral sex is all it takes to cause someone to change orientations, then my dating pool just got a hell of a lot bigger! But even worse are those who, when I point out that listed under ‘Things Not To Do’ in Rules & Regulations of Lesbian Dating the very first item is “Have a penis,” become angry and feel the need to share their opinion that I must be a man-hating dyke.

The fact is that unlike many of my peers, I don’t identify as nor am I comfortable using the word dyke. Truth be told, I barely tolerate lesbian. But in the interest of conforming to our society’s fondness for labels, I make an effort to go with the flow. But while I won’t use the word hate (cuz my mom says it isn’t nice to hate), I do have an intense dislike for the importance many men attach to their penis and the intense insecurity that rejection of said appendage sometimes triggers.

The following is an e-mail exchange between myself and a man from my area. I’ve changed his username to a degree because I’m still not clear if including the names of others without their permission is allowed or frowned upon. Even if publishing usernames is acceptable, I am pretty sure that if he found out I would eventually find myself in a shallow grave in a remote desert location and I prefer cremation to burial. Also, I am opposed to a violent and untimely death.

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Sender: CxxxKen
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: June 7, 2011 7:26 PM PDT
Subj: Dressing Room Sex! sounds fun

Hi my name is Ken, I love your no / BS attitude.

I live in OC too. I love to eat pussy and yours looks like it would be tasty! I have a wallet

Love to hook you up with some chick for a threesome, I am good. I live Close, would love to chat and meet you soon. You turn me on

We should clit or click. I love to use sex toys

also give a great massage, have a table always set up in my bedroom. Have a nice house, set up like my own personal spa. Cum over any time for a spa day, I will do my best to get you off hard and wet. Into sex in public, or say different places, First date let me go down on you in a dressing room! OK. No strings is fine. Ever have sex on a surf board, a private cove in Laguna. Well Aim interested in that, I live on a golf course love to lick your pussy on the green under a full moon.

Kinky
Ken

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: CxxxKen
Date: June 7, 2011 7:28 PM PDT
Subj: Auto Reply from UrethraFranklin

Hi! I got your e-mail. If your profile pic is your penis, you attached a penis-pic or are a single man and just sent a straight invite for sex, you won’t be hearing back from me. Single, non-penis-pic men who sound like they’ve read my profile may get a response, but don’t expect anything beyond friends-only. If you’re a couple and your female half is a hottie who plays alone, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. But if you’re strictly of the man watches/participates variety, I probably won’t reply. Single gay/bi/bi-curious ladies, I’ll get back to you . . . I just get busy sometimes, so it might not be right away. Thanks!

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Sender: CxxxKen
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: June 7, 2011 7:50 PM PDT
Subj: FYI Auto Replies are bullshit

I Have fucked three of your friends, you wont be getting back to me based on your, auto reply.

Not mad at you / why would this fucking site say your my perfect match?

Your bull dike period a bichy one at that. I would not waste my time with you period, I am to good for you and yes I have a cock. The duct tape should be on your mouth, in fact your very muscline, sure you want a cock and strap it on plenty.

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Sender: UrethraFranklin
To: CxxxKen
Date: June 8, 2011 4:19 PM PDT
Subj: Re: FYI Auto Replies are bullshit

Unless there’s an Fetish Group for women who are into bat-shit crazy douche-nuggets, I seriously doubt you’ve managed to trick anyone out here into fucking you. As for my friends, they couldn’t even be bothered to take the time or expend the energy to laugh in your face if you hit on them. If you took shitty porn, put it in a blender with a “Dick & Jane” primer and added the smooth-talking skills of a 13-year old boy the result would be your first e-mail. Throw in some irrational rage, a rapist’s mentality and a little extra illiteracy and you’d end up with your second message. Your psychotic rant combined with your retarded serial-killer meets Billy Bob Thornton appearance makes you the perfect poster-boy for why women are afraid of ending up hog-tied in the trunk of a car after a meet-and-greet. Your reaction to my auto-reply was freakishly over-the-top and you need to take a pill or get some therapy or have a lobotomy.

And finally, NO-FUCKING-DUH, DIPSHIT! I’m a lesbian! Why don’t you go hit on some nuns or Hell’s Angels too and see how that works out for you.

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Sender: CxxxKen
To: UrethraFranklin
Date: June 10, 2011 1:25 AM PDT
Subj: Re: Re: FYI Auto Replies are bullshit

THANKS FOR THE NICE MESSAGE, HEY DON’T KNOCK BAT SHIT UNTIL YOU TRY IT DEAR! YOUR SO ANGRY! DADDY NOT GOOD TO YOU, MOLESTED?
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Mmmm-mmmm-MMMMM! I absolutely swoon for a man who flies into a rage at the drop of a hat! *smiles coyly, winks, drops hat*

By my calculations, it took a mere 14 minutes for Romeo to go from wanting to lick my pussy on a golf course (something I must admit I’ve dreamed of since the first time I heard the throaty, sensual hum of an electric golf cart motor at my grandparent’s trailer park retirement village) to deciding I’m a “bichy, musculine (still not sure if this is reference to my short hair, or my cut guns and rockin’ abs), bull dike” who should have her mouth duct-taped shut. All this immediately after the sentence where he blames the site for mis-matching us and saying that he’s not mad at me.

Hey guy, I totally get your psychotic reaction to the system-launched message that went out automatically in response to your unsolicited e-mail and had nothing to do with you personally. It’s like when the ATM asks me if I want to proceed even those it’s currently unable to generate receipts. Fukken receipt-tease! Makes me wanna cut a bitch! I hope you’re just as forgiving when you have to fill your car with gas, pay your credit card bill or change the light bulb in your bathroom because I have nothing to do with those things either and I don’t want you to be mad at me.

I didn’t respond to CxxxKen’s last e-mail because sometimes it’s just better to piss them off by not giving them the reaction they’re looking for. I did however block him from my profile so I could talk shit about him without fear of becoming the latest skeletonized remains discovered by hikers in the Angeles National Forest (seriously, you can’t walk two steps in there without tripping over a corpse, right?). If I do happen to disappear however, be on the look out for Billy Bob Thornton with a developmental-disability and a hatchet … think Karl Childers from Slingblade, but less attractive and intelligent.

I Want To Be A Movie Lesbian!

Whether it’s an FWB or a committed partner, there’s nothing quite like having someone who knows exactly what you like, where to touch, how fast or slow you to go, how hard or how gently. Someone who knows your buttons and can get you off every time without diagrams, manuals or endless instruction … “okay, a little to the left, now go clock-wise, a little harder.” While, as noted in a prior post, I had that for a long time, I am now craving someone new. And not just new to me, but new<-new … I want to be someone's first experience.

I admit I’ve fallen victim to the mainstream media’s portrayal of lesbians. And knowing that some of the depictions are no more realistic that those in the girl-on-girl porn made by and for straight men does nothing to banish the thoughts. Perhaps it goes back to the mid-1980s when my little lesbian self sat in a dark theater watching as Cay Rivers, oblivious to the downpour, leaned in through the car window to deliver that first kiss to Professor Bell in Desert Hearts. Whatever the reason, I find myself returning again and again to the seduction fantasy.

It’s not that I haven’t been there before. I’ve done it. I’ve been the first. Just this summer I ended up in bed with my ultra-conservative, heterosexual-to-the-nth-degree friend and it was impossibly hot and amazing. But I’m like a junkie searching for the next fix … I want more. I want the excruciating tension of Rachel and Luce (Imagine Me & You), I want to be the temptation that Annabelle was to Simone (Loving Annabelle) and to have Marina’s bursting-through-the-door burning desire for Jenny (The L Word). Hell, I even want the imaginary we’re-in-denial-of-our-feelings between Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVUtake your pick of YouTube compilation videos).

While I haven’t made a career of deflowering virgins, I’ve had experiences, as with my friend this summer, where it just happened; and other times, I knew it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when … the friend or co-worker with endless what’s it like/how do you know questions who flirts a little too much and finally confesses that she’s always been curious. Either way, there’s that moment … maybe when you’re standing a little too close and your eyes lock … where she’s straddling the fence between yes or no, I want to but I’m afraid, give in or go home. When the energy and the lust are so strong that the hairs on your neck are standing at attention and she trembles just from the feel of your breath on her neck. When you know how badly she wants this … not in an aggressive, porn-y “you know you like it” way, but a “don’t worry, it’s okay” way … and all it takes is that first hesitant kiss, a gentle brush of your lips, and she melts into yes … I want to … give in.

Despite the undeniable ego boost that accompanies being selected as “the one,” there’s no Joe Stud, notch-in-the-bedpost thing for me. It may sound cheesy, but it’s like being given a gift … she’s excited, but scared and nervous because it’s all brand new, and she’s trusting you to make it okay. And since I know she’ll always remember this first time, everyone remembers their first woman, I feel a certain sense of responsibility to make it amazing and something she’ll always look back on with a smile.

So … where are all those curious first-timers wanting to build up tension with avoiding-our-mutual-attraction conversations, deep meaningful looks and “accidental” touching until they can no longer control their intense lust for my raw, animal sexuality? *call me …*