Sinful Sunday 435 – Special C

Every once in a while, a story surfaces (typically in the tabloid press) about someone seeing Jesus or Elvis in their toast. Obviously they haven’t, and it’s not a sign from God. It’s not the Messiah, it’s a very crisp slice of bread. But the human brain loves patterns, be that faces on toast or flying pigs in cloud formations. It’s called pareidolia and it’s a large part of how we learn to process the world.

I’ve never seen Elvis or Jesus in my toast. Perhaps indicative of

What’s it really like?

If I only could, I’d make a deal with god, and get him to swap our places. So mused Kate Bush, and many (incorrectly) interpreted that as the respective genders wanting to know what the other’s orgasms felt like.

It doesn’t hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels?
…
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I’m tearing you asunder
Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts
…
Oh come on, angel
Come on, come on, darling
Let’s exchange the experience, oh

Once you think the lyrics are about the different experiences of cumming, it’s not hard to see why. And who hasn’t wondered what it’s like?

Of course, it’s not just orgasms – I’ve often wondered what its like to

A harmless assumption

All men masturbate and most men watch porn.

They were bold assertions, and I’m sure Dr Ruth could quote data to back them up (possibly Kinsey or Janus or NATSAL). And whilst I’m a great believer that broad, loosely statistical statements are pretty meaningless without context, these two are not without benefit to me.

My Wife and I have

Sinful Sunday 434 – Cum down

Down and dirty.
Getting down to it.
Down there.
Going down.

None of this.

Just the cum down.

No one said it would be easy

One post-Dr-Ruth conversation that was positive. The next two, far from it. We have a long way to go.

Trust
Accept
Assert

It turns out none of these are easy.

I’m going to

Too much, too soon

One of the little thing that my Wife and I have long struggled with has been booking holidays together. A time when control-freakery, micro-managing, disparate planning styles, man-shopping vs woman-shopping and self destructive acquiescence have lead to conflict.

So booking our first post-Dr-Ruth family holiday was

She can use me, but not use me.

I had felt like She had used Me as a punch bag.
I had assumed She’d had a bad day and was taking it out on Me.
I was wrong, but even if I had been right …

It’s not OK for Her to use me as a punch bag.

There is, however, a paradox.

I am