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Kiss and Tell. Fuckit, Why Not?

People have different ways of dealing with the impending death of a loved one. Some of those ways might not be considered healthy, but I say if we can garner a laugh out of it—and walk away without STDs or too many bruises (inner or outer)—then, BAM, why the F not? Here’s how it went down … (Mind out of gutter, we’re not at that part. Yet!) A few Fridays ago, I’m in my cozy abode deciding if I want to mope or make myself Little Miss Social. So, upon receiving an event invite, I—Vacillate between jamming out or going out; decide to go out; tell Marilyn for accountability.Call mom; cry.Put on upbeat house music to get in the anti-introvert...

A Frank Conversation about Sexual Preferences: Anything Goes between Consenting Adults.

Boracay Beach, Philippines Blog Nine.We're at Nigis, and he's showing us risqué photos on his iPhone of the Lady-boys he's been with. Wait, let me "back up" a bit. (And forewarn My Little Mom about the adult content of this blog.) Earlier (like fifteen minutes ago) ... I'm at Nigis. Blue Eyes is here along with an array of expats and tourists. I meet the aforementioned lady-boy lover. We'll call him Frank, because he is. He's been in the Philippines since 2006. He's a consultant—for whom I don't know—for finding missing persons with a hotel and hospitality background. And now he lives here. In Boracay. (Not at Nigis, though he is a regular.) Then Kite Boarder—aka flutter, swoon,...

Filipino Massages—Not Always About the Happy Ending.

Boracay Beach, Philippines Blog EightBlue Eyes recommends Eden (real name), a masseuse who works near Nigi Nigi, a location which is extra convenient if one needs a nap before or after happy hour.My Boracay Beach massage experiences thus far:The TexterEden wasn’t available when I arrived—no appointment necessary—so I went with another masseuse who was. She’s young and uninterested. We go into the massage room that offers two massage tables—should one decide to get the two-person-massage deal. I strip down to my bathing suit and hop on the table. All is well, the massage is relaxing, probably because she is one-hand texting during most of it. I’m too tired to care so I semi-doze off. I’m “a nice Canadian,” so I...

Vacation Sex: What Happens In Boracay Stays in Boracay (And in This Blog).

Boracay Beach, Philippines Blog Four. I'm at Nigi Nigi Nu Noos "e" Nu Nu Noos with Blue Eyes. Nigis is one of the popular local hangouts for ex-pats and "white" tourists who have left their homes and native lands to travel to this exotic destination rich in culture—if poor in conditions—only to coagulate with their own flock in a beach bar with hot wings and cheap beer on the menu and Cheap Trick on the radio. I sit at the bar drinking bottled water (as I'm not much of a drinker) and observe the crowd while Blue Eyes chats with the bartender, who plunks down another Blue Eyes "regular" (as he is more of a drinker).It's relatively early. There aren't...

Modern ‘Medical’ Devices: Divinity Approved or The Devil Dared Me?

After a few days of frustration in trying to format/upload/preview my book to online retailers and then try to send them my bank info so they’ll know where to direct all those best-seller ebook funds (sideways glance) from the impending mega sales of my memoir—details to follow—I decide to take a breather. I drive around town delivering posters that announce Pre-Order Now! even though there wouldn’t have been any way to order at all until I sorted out the aforementioned accounting and formatting technicalities. Since few will see the posters I put up right away, I say to myself (out loud), If no one is going to see these brilliant works of art (thanks Studio Ei8hty8), then why...

New Prescription: Pork and Port

Mermaid and I go on a road trip to the Ventura Flea Market and then to Ojai, both about a 90-minute drive north of Venice Beach. Being of the eco-friendly nature, she drives a hybrid. Being of the collecting treasures kind, said hybrid is already stacked with former flea market finds: fabrics, blankets, baskets, wall hangings, knickknacks, burlap bags, canvas, metal wheel frame, and so on.“Um, where are you going to put anything else?” I ask her.“Oh, the trunk is almost empty,” she replies.I ask her why she’s storing these treasures in the car. She tells me that she’s doing a show in early December, and it’s easier to leave them in the car than to haul them into the...

Just What Category of Sex ARE We Agreeing To?

From the time I was 21, I’ve gone from one serious, committed relationship to the next with nary a breather in betwixt. Oh sure, a couple of times between those relationships I tested the sheets with a few non-relationship fellows—I think that’s common nowadays and, even if not, that’s what I did as part of my journey. But for the most part, my M.O. was as follows: meet man, have chemistry, have sex, move in, fight, break up, repeat cycle. The details could fill a boring, repetitive book. (I didn’t put all this tedium in my “Memoir.”) After my split with my ex-husband, Nice Man, almost seven years ago now, I went through a rapid series of serious relationships;...

Alberta Beef Makes Me Horny

July. After a blow out with my family over (my) shit that needed to be dealt with (long time coming, will skip details but write sappy, dark, wrist-slashing prose later), I run away to recover a.k.a. calm my raging temper. Said temper, by the way, sends cortisol through my system leading to belly fat which makes me even more maddened. Frick. So, I run away to Quadra Island, BC, which is a 10-minute ferry ride from where I’m ‘staying’ with my LMLotFM (Little Mexican Lady on the Floor Mom) since I sold all my possessions and ran away to California last year after having a 7-year midlife crisis after my divorce, which lead to a secret life in Seattle and,...

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