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I just finished getting off a couple times to a pretty hot MFM porn video.  Fantasy has been replaced by porn this past week, and I’ve been alternating between lesbian porn and straight porn. 

There really is no difference at all in how aroused the two genres make me.  Choosing between straight porn and lesbian porn is like choosing between chocolate and bacon, and this realization has led me back to amazement-land over my mysteriously-blossoming sexuality.

Moammer Gadhafi was killed today.  Prime Minister Steven Harper made this statement – “Gadhafi’s days are over: never again will he be in a position to support terrorism or to turn guns on his own citizens.  The Libyan people can finally turn the page on 42 years of vicious repression and continue their journey toward a better future.”

Virgin’s post about not wanting children made me think of the possible reasons why so many women from my generation seem to be missing the maternal instinct. For most of my life, I’ve been against the idea of having children. I’m still not sure if I want to ever have any. It certainly isn’t something I look forward to. But why not? It seems like most women looked forward to starting a family in my mother’s and grandmothers’ generations.

Too immersed in statistics that tell us that more than half of all marriages fail. My own parents are outstanding exceptions and have been married for three decades, but most of their friends are divorced. Most people I know, exempting people in the much older generations, haven’t had successful marriages.

For the past week, due to personal issues, my boyfriend has been staying over at my place.  He hasn’t been sleeping in my room, but we’ve had plenty of opportunities to have sex.  Only, we haven’t really been having that much sex.  At least, not as much as I’ve been wanting.  This is the first time we’ve seen each other every day for a week, so the differences in our desire for sex has become noticeable. 

I like playing with my butt and having my butt played with, but anyone who’s had anal sex knows that warming up can be tricky.  It involves the guy going in very slowly, stopping for periods of time to let the anal sphincter relax, going in just a bit more, stopping again… 

After a rather depressing/serious post, I feel like balancing it out with something fun.  Following in Virgin’s footsteps, I give you 20 totally embarrassing (but not really) sexual confessions:

1  One of my favourite fantasies involves being a man and fucking women with my huge cock.

2  I sometimes think about family members when I masturbate.

3  I have a big clit – not embarrassing, but awesome.

4  My dad has seen me having sex, but he doesn’t know it.

From the second time I had sex (sex being intercourse) onward, I’ve always had at least one orgasm, and I've been fucking for half a year. Yesterday, that changed.  I was horny and wet, but I wasn’t feeling it. 

I blame the ridiculous amount of masturbating the night before for draining my orgasm juice.  After probably 20 minutes (I love my guy’s control), I told him I wasn’t going to cum at all that time. 

I haven’t written a blog post in quite a while now, and mostly it’s because I haven’t had anything worth talking about.  Tonight something happened, though, and I want to talk about it.

I got home late after visiting my boyfriend for half the day.  Once the bus came by, it was 10:45, and by the time I got home, it was 11:00.  I will admit that last-minute sex that I knew I should have skipped was partially to blame for my lateness.

I don’t think anyone with a thinking brain can actually believe that any woman “invites” rape.  If it were invited, it wouldn’t be rape.  There are women in the slutwalks holding up signs saying “Cleavage doesn’t equal consent!” and “My little dress doesn’t mean yes!”, and of course they’re right.  Those statements are so painfully, obviously right that they shouldn’t have to even be said.

Due to the nature of this site, and because people don’t generally write in to Dr. Betty unless they’re having problems, I read a lot of “I CAN’T CUM!  I CAN’T GET OFF BY MYSELF!  I CAN’T GET OFF DURING SEX!” 

To the woman who wrote in to Betty about what kind of pubic hairstyle pleases most men:  I’m fairly certain that the answer to that is bare, as that’s the current trend in porn.  I keep myself the way *I* think is most attractive (and most comfortable) – shaved lips and keeping it trimmed on the top.  But, it’s up to you to decide what you find the most attractive and comfortable.  Just remember that having a full bush doesn’t make you a “real” woman and that going bare doesn’t make you an insecure little gi

Sex is great.   Choosing a birth control method isn’t.  I’m not against birth control, but I really wish someone would invent something better. 

As a newly sexually-active teen, I’ve had to start thinking seriously about birth control, and it’s been frustrating.  Do I tie my tubes; take the pill, the shot, the patch, the ring; get an IUD; try my luck with a diaphragm; or keep rolling rubber baggies onto my boyfriend’s penis?

A friend recently told me that he considers me to be bisexual. I violently rejected his analysis.

“I am NOT bisexual!”

“But you get turned on by women.”

“Okay.”

“And watch girl-on-girl porn.”

“So?”

“So I consider you to be bisexual.”

The putz. The huggable, lovable, adorable, yet pretentious putz, thinking he has the authority to label my orientation based on logic.