In response to Tom

In response to Tom

I found out the comment box only lets you put in 2500 characters, so here's your response.

I grew up Catholic. Does that answer your question? No? Alrighty then...

When my parents were together, I had no problem at all with their PDA. I distinctly remember at a very young age peeking around the corner at some serious parental tonsil hockey and thinking "Cool!" I am all for my parents having natural human urges. I am all for them having copious amounts of sex. I am all for them jacking off to porn. Go for it, says I.

I JUST DON'T WANT TO HAVE A MENTAL IMAGE OF IT. (Nor do I particullarly want details, but Mom seems to delight in grossing out her daughters...but that's another story entirely)

Do you have any idea how disturbing it is for Daddy's (Oldest) Little Girl to have a mental image of her father giving oral pleasure to some chick? Try to picture your mother blowing the milkman. Still not feeling particularly squirmy?

Ever wake up from an erotic dream and realise the person you were shagging in said dream was your parent?

If you are *still* not squirming by now, then I must congradulate you on your superior lack of complexes. Either that or else males dream of shagging their mothers more often than females dream of shagging their fathers. I must admit it's not something that's ever some up in conversasation with my close male friends, despite our common love of (almost) all things perverse & perverted. I think I'll start taking a poll...*

And before you point out that I don't seem to have as much of a hang up with Mom's sex life, I'll admit it. I have no problem insinuating to my mother that a current lover has an enormous cock or is really gifted with his tongue. Just as you fellas & your fathers have the ol' nudge-nudge-wink-wink whenever you bring a particullarly fine piece of ass to meet the family. Now tell me if you would feel the same level of comfort pulling the same crass innuendo with your mothers. Yes? Well good on ya. You're less repressed than my family**. Don't sprain your arm slapping yourself on the back.

Any other questions?

*Consider this the start of a poll. Completely anonymous, just let me know two things:
1) Your sex
2) Your sexual orientation
3) Whether or not you have ever dreamed about shagging your parents
4) If yes to above, which parent?
Leave a comment or email me. Results will be announced whenever the hell I feel like it.


**Example - On dad's side of the family it is a time honored tradition to have wrestling matches where we tickle, give wedgies, fart in each others faces... well, whatever it takes to win basically. The last time I visited Dad in the states, me, my two younger sisters and My Dad got into one of these epic battles, despite the fact that it had been ages since we'd all engaged in such tomfoolery (like, since us older two started sprouting tits). Dad gave one of my sisters a colossal wedgie and, deciding to be a smart ass, I told Dad "Ha! You can't give me a wedgie. I already have one - I'm wearing thong underwear." He thought I was bluffing.

I never knew somebody's face could remain red for more than an hour.

And the reason why I got Jack Shit done today is...

...do you have any idea how hard it is to find an Italian company that will do promotional printed condoms? Google gives me fuck all.

Jumping apostolic orgies, Batman. Talk about your Catholic countries.

And in vaguely related news, Italian web designers (or at least those that do web sites for promotional materials companies) suck ass. Horrid navigation, broken links, AND WAY TOO MUCH FUCKING FLASH. People who want to have kids and people who want to use Flash in a website have one thing in common: a licence should be required for both.

Gee, updates are gettin' frequent around these here parts. And yes, I am still deeply disturbed by yesterday's entry.

Color Me REALLY FUCKING Disturbed

My first name and my father's first name begin with the same letter. A female acquaintance of his has apparently mistaken my Hotmail address for my father's.

Nothing explicit, merely implied, but still, there are some mental images a girl should not have where her father is concerned. Which brings me to another disturbing thought:

My Hotmail account is 99.99999% spam. I don't use it for correspondence any more, though I occasionally peruse the spam folder just to make sure some long lost correspondent doesn't slip through the cracks. Of said spam, a lot of it is for a demographic that I am not a part of: the fat, horny, under-endowed, paranoid, balding and married-about-to-be-divorced demographic.

Let's see here:

Obligatory Birthday Blog Entry

I'm 27. And yeah verily there shall be copious amounts of champagne and other such alcoholic frippery consumed whilst we shakest our groove thangs tonight. Now if I could only get laid...

Yes I am fucking with the CSS

No, it's not done. Deal. :-P

Fuck You Steve Jobs

I wanted a video verison of the iPod. Instead, you give me YET ANOTHER FUCKING BROWSER TO CODE FOR.

Not just another fucking browser to code for, but another fucking browser to code for that I cannot currently download and test on my WinXP box.

FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCKS.

This had better be the most standards compliant motherfucking browser ever made. But the fact that a 'Let Us Know About Bugs' button is included on the menu bar gives me the heebie-jeebies.

--This diatribe brought to you by the word "Fuck", a PHP script that I can't get to do what I want, and the number 2, as in the number of hours that I slept last night without dreaming of databases, do while loops and directory stuctures.