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I miss kissing girls.

I miss far more than just "kissing" girls.
I miss flirting with girls who flirt back PURPOSEFULLY. I miss fondling breasts. I miss ladies' nipples. I miss women's curves.

I seriously miss performing cunnilingus. Seriously. Wow. I'm in withdrawal.


Please don't get me wrong. It's not as if I've sex-deprived. I get lots of very awesome sex from a man who knows exactly what he's doing. I'll never need another man, however much I might enjoy one from time to time.
I'm just cunt-deprived.


It's not just about wanting what I don't have, though admittedly I suffer this condition. I happen to lean lezzy (I find more women attractive than men). I mean come on, I'm on this site (and I'm not just here for Silliness or as a potential SG).

Of course, I have an easier time garnering the seriousness of flirtation with gents than ladies (especially online). I find most ladies I meet are playful to a point: play to that point and it's splendid, play past it and they run screaming. So many willing to dance and maybe even kiss, as long as I'm not that into it.
I have no taste for that (I love to flirt myself and realize most guys suffer the great assortment of women who flirt to a point and leave you alone for a date with your hand, nothing new there), so I sit back and analyze my chances of more genuine success.

It could be I don't go out enough too, or I go out with the wrong people (most certainly true).


I need to go out more.


I saw that wonderful little thing again (see past blogs: May 2007, 21st and 30th) in a Fringe show this past weekend. (I saw two NY Fringe Festival shows in one day at two different theatres, one about the life and history of Anne Sexton and the other "Elektrafire", a rock opera Electra. How is it they bot involved women molesting their daughters?) She is as delightful and insanely talented as ever, and of course still has my liver in a twist*. Of course it's nice to just spent time with her (liver be damned, I missed this lady just for her quips).
With any luck we'll find ourselves in the same play in a couple of weeks which will mean lots more time together to hang out and...well... a girl can dream can't she?




*(see Victorian attribution of love to the liver, wisdom to the heart, and [most famously] anger to the spleen)

Glad that's off my chest. Blog of desperation over. For now.
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Over the last 36 hours of no internet or cell use, I saw horses, hummingbirds, deer, rabbits, one tiny frog, a very impressive spider, an old Quaker graveyard (really old, very cool), lots and lots of green, and one incredibly stunning moon shrouded in improbably well-lit clouds.

I was also privy to a nearby coyote's conversation.

Even better, I got paid for it.

I wish work was always like this.

If these sorts of sounds and sights are common for you, please remember I'm a city girl. Nature is sometimes a foreign concept, even for a cute pagan like me.