2021.07.30. 13:50, andors
Goodness, you ask such hard questions, Amie. :-) I will admit, I, too, do have a problem with men being overweight. Oh, a little overweight is fine - but extreme overweight is a problem.
Young guys are also a problem for me. I’m 43 and, for whatever reason, I seem to be attracting young men. Maybe it’s all the ‘older woman’ stereotypes. Who knows? At any rate, while it’s flattering, and does do definite wonders for my ego (shallow, I know), I just can’t do it.
One of the guys I met was this 28 year old, Italian guy. He was GORGEOUS. I mean, I felt all those fluttery things we write about and could stare at him for hours (but I didn’t - I do have pride, you know). Fantastic accent, had that European intensity thing (i.e., where you feel like you have 200% of the man’s attention - how rare is that? LOL - where he wants to know all about you because you are oh-so-interesting, etc.) that makes you feel special (and hard to distinguish the B.S. from the truth - LOL). But he was just so YOUNG - that youthful idealism, had just started his career, etc. And when I met some of his 20-something friends … OMG, I felt like a mom.
We only had one date, which was fun, like a trip down memory lane when I was in college, but I just can’t handle the age difference.
Thanks Anji for the 'heads up'
2021.07.29. 10:52, andors
And thanks for the links, I see where you’re coming from now.
I have checked out said articles and they do talk about not raising boys, in no uncertain terms.
Mind you, the more I read them the more their ideas make sense! Truly! Basically what I think they’re saying is that for at least the last five thousand years women have been subordinate in this patriarchy, they can’t see it changing unless women do something a bit different to what they’ve done thus far, thus far they’ve enabled men and boys and brought up boys who then become indoctrinated into the system, all women’s energy has been spent on serving patriarchy and not on supporting womankind, furthermore, if the choice is EITHER:
stay as we are [which we can't do without being self-hating women, because women and girls are being raped and murdered and subordinated to androcracy every day and will continue to be until we do SOMETHING]; OR
refuse to focus on boys and men to the detriment of women and girls any longer
then the only thing we can do to save humankind is to put women and girls first for a change.
Makes sense to me. Of course it sounds ‘mean’ or, at the very least, it smacks of behaving like the oppressor, becoming like the oppressor, even becoming the oppressor but actually it isn’t. Because on the one hand we have upwards of five thousand years of a patriarchal system where women and girls are murdered and raped and boys are trained as murderers and sent off to war to die, which looks set to continue for a full five thousand more years and, on the other hand, we have women saying STOP! either I’m bringing up no more cannon fodder or, if I do spend any of my time bringing up child(ren) it will be only those who are least likely to murder, rape or warmonger, namely not boys. Most women never have this choice under patriarchy of whether or not or who they will bring up.
One good point which stood out was that the blogger was being villified for speaking her THOUGHTS on a what-if scenario (see below)*** whilst all along the ACTUAL infanticide, rape and murder of women and girls (which the blogger flagged up) continues daily worldwide, yet went un-commented on by her attackers, who overlooked the issue entirely to criticise the blogger’s words in preference to patriarchy’s deeds. Makes u think.
Thanks again Anji
*** “I will rank the following three scenarios, options, if you will, in order of my preference:
Females continue living as males’ slaves.
Of course, these are not the only three options available, though they do seem to me to be the options most likely to occur with any lasting *effect* (with full recognition that numbers 2 and 3 concur).
But, yes, I believe male infanticde to be the best of those three options. That is to say, I believe male infanticide to be a *better* option than the current circumstances. That doesn’t speak to what I might feel the *best* option would be. I only mean to put into perspective my stance on male infanticide, given its invocation in the comments of another post. I think it’s better than what we’ve got.
Note that I also feel that female infanticide is a better option than being born into patriarchy as it stands, as well.
I just happen to think it’d be better if the males were the ones dying, rather than that the females be the ones dying *and* suffering.”
2021.07.28. 21:08, andors
Okay, I’m excited, because on Tuesday the second book in my Seattle Steam series Tempting Adam came out!
I wanted to share with my NAS‘ers and give you a taste at a spicier (okay, still on the somewhat tame side) excerpt that hasn’t really made rounds.
The man she wants is the one she must deceive.
Seattle Steam Book 2
Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she’s got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor.
Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he’ll have to sign up for dance class. Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet.
Adam’s no hick, though. He’s the owner of Adam’s Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch—and finds Christy on the arm of his brother.
Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle?
“Take off your heels,” he commanded softly.
She blinked. “My heels?”
Christy gave him a quick glance, before leaning forward to unfasten the black stilettos. When his hand moved in a light caress down her back, her breath locked in her throat. She kicked off the shoes and raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
Without responding, he reached down and lifted one of her legs, urging her to sit sideways on the couch so that both of her feet could rest on his lap.
Oh, no, she groaned inwardly. Of course. The perfect man, huh? Here it was, the one big flaw. He had a foot fetish. If he even tried to suck her toes—
“I’m assuming your feet are sore from dancing in those heels all night.” He began using his thumbs to massage over the arch of her foot.
“Oh…” The sensation was orgasmic. “You assumed right.”
Not a foot-fetish man, just a foot-massaging god! Christy closed her eyes and moaned gratefully as he continued to massage both of her feet.
His fingers slid between her toes and delicious shivers rippled up her spine. He must have realized her reaction, because he looked up from her feet and gave her a slow smile.
“Am I doing this okay?”
“More than okay,” she confessed and leaned back against the arm of the futon.
As she sat there, pampered and increasingly aroused, she had a sudden thought. She was in a skirt and her legs were in his lap. What exactly could Adam see? Maybe not enough.
Feeling deliciously wicked, she let her knees fall open and waited for his response.
* * *
Adam swallowed hard, unable to turn his gaze away from the incredible view she’d just given him. Under the black dress, creamy white thighs now lay open with a lacy strip of red between them. Did she realize what she’d just done by changing position?
He jerked his glance up into her face. Oh, yes. Christy knew exactly what she was doing. Well then, game on.
He worked his massage up towards her calf muscles, letting his fingers trail over the sensitive skin behind her knee. She laughed softly and jerked away. There was one ticklish spot revealed.
Hmm. Time to adjust his position. Adam lifted her legs off his lap and came to sit closer to her, folding her knees so her legs were an inverted “V” on the couch. Her dress shifted higher and was nearly at the top of her thighs. He could now see that the red scrap of lace was a tiny thong that left little to the imagination. Blood rushed to his cock and he groaned inwardly.
Adam waited to see if she’d fix the dress, pull it back down, but she made no move towards modesty. Encouraged, he placed his hands just above her knees, pushing them apart. Then he trailed his fingers lightly up and down the tops of her thighs. Her body trembled under the caress.
Needing no further invitation, he angled himself so that he was almost lying between her legs, and then leaned down to kiss her. Her eyes, which had been glazed with arousal, drifted shut as his mouth closed over hers.
Unconventional choice of clothing for a child
2021.07.27. 11:19, andors
I saw the reflections of people in solidarity with me in several blogs. One, two (here is a whole list of them), three. And here's what I think about this myself.
I try to balance gender neutral clothing with the ‘girly’ stuff my daughter loves (pink, purple, princess, fairies, etc) and people were SCANDALIZED that I put nightgowns and tights on my baby boy *eyeroll* despite the fact that they were more practical than sleepers or socks that he flung across the room within seconds of donning. She wears hand-me-downs from her brothers… and he STILL wears tights in the winter (the 14 year old boy now prefers to freeze LOL).
My PERSONAL beef with children’s clothes is this rash of ‘camouflage’ patterns. Ugh. They are children, they should NOT be wearing camo… especially the more ‘authentic-looking’ camo. I live in an area where we are fortunate to have a good amount of nature still with us. A child in a camo-printed jacket that gets lost in the park or woods here virtually vanishes. Bad. Plan.
I have completely different issues with the pink and baby blue ‘camouflage’ you see everywhere.
Why, oh why, are we accepting this as a viable choice for our children and infants??
2021.07.26. 16:12, andors
I could have written the breastfeeding stuff here myself. The cracked nipples, the bleeding, the razor-blade feeling. I made it two weeks, then it all got a whole lot worse with mastitis! So I pumped for another week to supplement the formula milk before giving up entirely. I think more of us have this story than the media and midwives would have us believe.