The Late Phoenix provides us with his brand of thought-provoking TMI Tuesday questions this week. He has titled his submission
“Rabbits”
1. What feels better, the moment right before cumming, the moment of cumming, or the moment right after cumming?
I’d vote for that moment as you hang between life and death, those few seconds when the pleasure of the build up is so incredible, the passion so perfect, that you can’t stop those final few thrusts, and that explosion when you feel everything let lose, that loss of control, the power of cumming. If I could hang in that moment for just a few seconds longer, life would be perfect.
The moments after are so awkward, “What’s you name?” “Is that your husband outside?” “Are you really 18?” It all gets too complicated.
2. For the fellas: it is said that guys will fuck anything that moves. but what if you’re a hippie who’s in love with the wind, how would that relationship work out?
That’s easy, you masturbate outside. You get the wind on your skin and the wind carries you away into neighbor’s yard where she smiles and thanks her lucky stars that the fence blew
down in the big storm.
down in the big storm.
3. For the ladies: what would be your first gut reaction after the guy you’re on a first date with after months of online chatting looks you straight in the eye and whispers to you even before saying hi, “let’s fuck like rabbits…”?
While this is a fantasy for many, I still go to the scene in Tootsie where Dustin Hoffman hits on Jessica Lange with her own words to the effect that, “I wish a man would approach me with honesty and ask me to just make love….’ She promptly slaps the smirk right off his face. What we think we want and what we can handle are often very different.
4. There can only be ONE!!! okay, you have to choose EITHER your dream man/woman/lover/partner or your dream job, one or the other, not both. Which do you choose for the rest of your life and why?
To quote a friend of mine, “All jobs suck.” The perfect partner at home would make a good, but not “dream” job perfectly OK. The dream job is one that pays for things at home, a few vacations, and doesn’t make you cry when you wake up each day. Other than that, spending nights at home with the perfect lover trumps the rest.
5. Is love itself, being in love, crazy? Or is the world crazy, and love serves to heal a crazy world? or is it that you’re crazy and the world is just fine? I guess what i’m asking from you is for a little treatise on the general topic of love and craziness. what is love?…baby, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me…
Love it crazy. It’s delusional, it’s awful, it’s wonderful, and it never ever lasts. Love can heal though, it brings us hope in hopelessness, even when the odds are stacked against us. It brings enough delusion to spark action, and once the action starts, things get better. Love drives us crazy by coming at the wrong time with the wrong person in the wrong place. Love makes us believe the unbelievable and keeps us from going crazy in the morass of reality. Love is unreal. Love sees things that never can be and makes them the things that always were. Love is blind to the downside and make us believe that the upside is just around the corner. Love is a tulip that blooms in winter and the hope that death will claim another but not the one you love. Love is a monkey with a banana wearing a tutu while sitting on your mother-in-law’s piano drinking sherry and masturbating. Yes, love is crazy. Love is perfect.
Bonus: If all of us in the blogging community pooled our resources together and chained our blogs in unison into one big shining electrical power line of humanity, could we save the world?
—Nope, but we could get everyone to have a lot more sex as the sun grows into a Red Giant and engulfs us all. It would save us from the Obama administration’s tax hikes and the Bush era cuts. Our big shining electrical power line of humanity would explode the myths of man and god and replace the Karma Sutra with an on-line guide to perversion that would make the Greeks jealous. We could power electric cars for every man, woman, and child in China but would couldn’t save a marriage. We could like up the stadium for the BCS championship and power the electric dildo installed in every seat. The game wouldn’t be any better, but the crowd would have been a lot happier. If we harnessed the energy and creativity of every sex-blogger in the blogosphere we would build cock shaped power stations and vulva fragrances shopping malls and we would walk around hard, wet, naked, and wouldn’t get a thing done. Porn stars and Twitter queens would rule the United Nations and pass resolutions declaring Flash Fiction and TMI Tuesday’s national holidays. We would unite the world in peace and arousal and I’d finally get laid by that cute blonde from accounting.
It wouldn’t save the world, but I’m willing to give it a try.
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