PC

As much as this has been a personally trying year, I've noticed that I've become more comfortable in my own skin. I've accepted that my body is the size it is and that it resembles a curvier version of Jackee Harry circa 227 (don't laugh, y'all know she was the shit back then!), with extra T&A, albeit, the hump WILL be worked off. I've become more vocal and won't hesitate to voice my opinion, even when I'm the only one who has one.

Ever have people whom you've worked with in the past, or met through a friend bug the shit out of you? I have to many of them. We have nothing in common, yet we make empty promises to get together to do lunch or hang out. The only thing we do is talk on the phone for about five minutes twice a month. That's too much time. I absolutely despise talking on the phone. It's just a waste of time to me. If we're a car drive away from each other, there's no reason for us to talk on the phone all the time. I only talk with my parents on the phone daily. OK, I'm rambling now....To make a long post short, I've finally cut off these people. They weren't my friends to begin with, the only time we've spent together was during working hours or at that ONE party. Leave me alone! I don't care about how your new job is going! I don't care about the funny thing your dog the other day...All that to say that I've finally cut them all off.


Last night, I was entertaining a penis in my house. He's nothing special to go into detail about, only that we've been fooling around for some months, he's cute, has a career and a warm, hard cock.

We'd just finished doing the do (it's been raining here this weekend, which makes sex so much better. There's nothing like fucking on a warm, rainy, May night). So we're in bed and doing the annoying small talk and I'm trying to focus on the fart that's trying to leave the gates. Who made up the rule that it's not polite to fart after sex?! Sometimes that's when you really have to go! Yes, I've had incidents when it happened during, but that's just distracting.

We'd spent the evening chowing down on coconut chicken I made, sipped sangria, champagne and fruit. The time after eating and before fucking is focused on setting up the mood. Then when it finally happens, our body relaxes and wants to let 'em rip. I wasn't paying any attention to what was coming out of his mouth. I needed to fart. So I interrupted his jibber jabber-

"Hey, let's play who can fart the loudest. I'll go first." It was long. He had a very stunned look on his face, but started laughing and he farted too!!!!!!!!
"I've been holding that one in since we were on the couch."

With that out the way, we were able to have a good talk about being PC; Not politically correct, because there's really no such thing in my book. If you say Mexican when you really want to say wetback then you're not politically correct, you're just an asshole. PC in my world stands for politely correct; The polite way to do things, i.e. hold in farts until the company leaves. These little social rules that damage our bowel systems and make us withhold our true opinions. Why do we have to be so polite all the time? I'm not going to stab you or cut off a limb? I just want to be able to burp out loud in public, laugh a little louder than usual if it's funny? For once can I dig in my ass if I'm standing in line? What's the harm in digging in my nose while you're talking to me? I won't flick it on you? How is that hurting you?!

Is there anyone out there in the blogsphere who feels me?!