The lost art of Cybersex

I will never forget my first experience with a chat room.  I logged in excitedly after an online friend showed me a chat room  he had found.  (This was back in the mid 90’s so instead of the flowing glitch-free chat rooms we know today, this was a bit of hacked up code, it was more like a scrolling message board. )  I was in the room for all of 5 minutes, when someone sent me a private message asking where I was from.  When I responded “Indiana, what about you?” the user replied “you wanna cyber?”  I was only 14, and being the little prudish girl I was in those days, I closed out the window to get away.  I quickly learned that the internet was full of nothing but perverts who wanted to have cybersex with you.

I work as a community administrator for a website I won’t mention here, I spend hours each day reading through abuse reports.  I see all sorts of reports on users for cybering in private rooms and have yet to come across anything creative or inspired after being at my job for a year and a half.  I remember the long artistic cybersex sessions I would take part in out of sheer boredom. I would throw in some creative lines like “I run my fingernails down your back, digging into your skin.  I wipe the blood across your cheek and lips.”  What can I say, I was a sick kid.   The point is, the moves were thought out, they made sense and were realistic bits of fine erotic literature compared to the simplistic drivel the teens today peck out.

Last night, I came across a report that contained something similar to this:

user1: Hey bby wnna cyber?

user2: yes do me

user1: take off your clothes!!!

user2: takes off all her clothes!!!!!!

user1 : Jumps on you and humps u til u cum.

user 2 orgasm – oH BBY!

user1 : can I get ur #

user2: no.

In truth, I have no idea how old the two users were.  They could have been adults for all I know, but it’s doubtful.

Where is the detail, the creativity?  Where is the passion?  A good cybersex session should be as realistic and detailed as possible, it should be inventive and passionate.  When you are cybering, you should be able to articulate all of your deepest desires and play them out with another party, simply typing “humps you ’til you cum.” is NOT cybering, hell it barely counts as “talking dirty.”

Are we losing our passion and creativity as we evolve as a society?  How long before cybering is simply typing “I had sex with you just now” and leaving it at that?  I really do wonder what it is that is causing this generation of teenagers to be so dull and unimaginative.

Of course as a community administrator, it’s my responsability to issue bans to the users who are cybering, and I am able to do this efficiently. I recognize the danger in allowing teenagers to have sexual conversations with persons they do not know,  I am just disapointed that things seem  be getting so…vanilla.

Escape

When the world starts falling apart, it is all we can do to find something in which to lose ourselves.  Amidst all the painful moments in my life over the past couple of years, I’ve found reasons to smile, to keep moving on.  Justin has helped me through so much, though I fear in the process I’ve pulled him down a few rungs into my own personal hell, he seems happy to roast here with me giving little complaint.  

Hiking with Barry

Justin and I went for our weekly Turkey Run hike, this time we brought Barry along with us.

Here he is preparing for his trek into the woods

This is Barry

A poem from Little Red Riding Hood

I’ve had this stuck in my head for weeks, it was tacked on at the end of Little Red Riding Hood, the gruesome version (Charles Perrault) in which Red does not survive the attack:

Little girls, this seems to say,
Never stop upon your way.
Never trust a stranger-friend,
No one knows how it will end.
As you’re pretty, so be wise,
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind,
Gay, or charming never mind.
Now, as then, ‘tis simple truth,
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth.

And of course we all know that the story was about much much more than a little girl being eaten by a wolf.

No blog views?

I’ve had no blog views for two days, not a single one.

I have failed at blogging.

In other news, my new neighbors are obviously drunk and are standing in the street yelling at each other, it’s 3:30 in the morning.  I’m still awake of course, but the rest of the town is trying to sleep.

What kind of narcissistic neighborhood etiquette flunkie stands in the middle of the road at 3:30 in the morning and screams “woooooOOOOOOOOOoooooo Anybody awake out there?”  and “Everybody WAAAAAKE Up!”

I hope he chokes on his own vomit tonight after he passes out.

My Frontline Find

Update:

I see that people are arriving at my blog via Google while searching terms like “how can I tell my frontline is genuine?” I obtained my information directly from a vet tech at Merial, and it is up-to-date as well as 100% correct.  Please check the pictures.  If you even suspect you have counterfeit product, you should call your local law enforcement and let them know.

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Every spring, my dog is attacked by blood sucking parasites that spread disease and cause skin infections.  Typically I visit the vet to pick up Frontline, the past few weeks have been a bit difficult, I intend to blog about the ear incident later on.  Long story short, Wilhelmina’s ear got sliced open by Airabella and we couldn’t get the bleeding to stop.  Willy’s vet visit and cost of bandages totaled over $400.  After about 5 days, the scab on her ear was hard enough that it didn’t bleed every time she shook her head.  ugh.  Anyway, we failed to pick up heartworm control and frontline in all our stressful agony.  The fleas are back in full force, mosquitoes as well but I’m not too concerned yet as my dogs are never outside except for potty breaks.  (yes I know, I’m getting the heartworm tests and meds soon, I’m not a complete idiot, just broke due to previous vet expenses.)

Anyway, I stopped into Big R in Crawfordsville, IN and was delighted to see that they sell Frontline Plus!  The employee told me that you no longer needed to buy it from the vet and that it was available in stores.  The price on the frontline was a little cheaper than the vet sells it for (by maybe a dollar or so.)  I was pretty excited until I got home. 

The things I’ll never be

a mother,

a parent,

a friend,

a good daughter,

thin,

beautiful,

graceful,

talented,

thoughtful,

deep,

artistic,

fearless,

intelligent,

cleanly,

rightious,

alluring,

magnetic,

cool,

popular,

in,

well-liked,

secure,

stable,

reliable,

safe,

healthy,

needed,

wanted,

necessary.

Nevermind me, I’m feeling rather gloomy tonight.

Copperhead eats mouse alive!

I meant to blog about this last week.  I got some amazing video footage of the Copperhead at Turkey Run State Park’s nature center as he ate his lunch.  What surprised me about this particular feeding session was that instead of waiting for his venom to take effect, this snake held on after biting and began to swallow the mouse while he was still alive, you can see the snake holding on as the mouse jumps around in a failed attempt to escape the jaws of the hungry Copperhead.

I’ll quickly answer a few of the questions I’ve been getting about this video:

Waveland Pantry – Falling Down

Last night a fairly strong storm hit my tiny little town.  The wind was blowing with such fierce  intensity I was sure a tree would come crashing down through our living-room.  Justin and I were standing in the kitchen after lighting candles around the house (our power had been flickering off and on) and we heard a loud crash we both figured was a lightning strike, it sounded rather close too.

After I stopped working at 2am, we headed into Crawfordsville to pick up some things at Wal-mart.  We drove through our embarrassingly tiny downtown area, and noticed that the old Waveland Pantry, our local small town grocery store which has been vacant since around November, had fallen in on its self.

The current owner is the same guy who owns the Diner and the liquor store in town.  I’ll bet he enjoyed waking up to this.

Quickie Post – Sexual Dialogue

Scene:
My living room, sitting on the sofa typing away at the keyboard as I interact with children on the website for which I work.

My husband, who is recovering from Gall Bladder surgery and who is at the moment sexually incapacitated due to pain, leans in for a good night kiss. His hand strokes my breast as our lips touch.

I say to him, “Now now dear, don’t go writing any checks you can’t cash.”
He replies, “Oh I can cash them baby, I just need to post date them!”

I love Justin.