Bitchicisms

I've been away from this blog for a long long time. Here's my list of excuses:

1. I've been really busy with work and projects.
2. I've mostly been sticking to one (or three) sexual entanglements.
3. My regular lover has kept sexual frustration nil and I have less to rant about.
4. I've had other things on the brain (like needlecrafts, would you believe that?).

But like fine whiskey and younger men, my Bitchicisms blog haunts me and just begs for it. So I'm back.

I've realized that I had a few readers in the past, people who I've drawn in with regular posts to certain yahoo groups and blog lists I've now lost. My yahoo email has reset and I've lost all contact. Please help me (re)build a following and I promise to keep coming and coming and coming for you.

Well.

Guess the bitch wants to keep coming.

Been almost 2 years since my last post. The reason for my disappearance currently escapes me. All I know is, at the time: given the choice between having sex and writing about it, I chose the former.

You know how y'all hate it when people blog about why their not blogging? Well, skip this post then.

But no, seriously.

Isn't it weird how libido/horniness/perviness suddenly disappears in the face of other things? Well, maybe it is just me. I haven't been walking the streets looking for a hot meal. I've been mostly being geeky and just staying out of trouble. It must be some New Year thing.

Been really busy, and I've become weirdly fixated on Pete Wentz. Which is totally weird. I thought I already swore off guys that wear guyliner... And man, I am attracted to attention-whore douchebags in bands. Jeebus, it sucks when you become totally and suddenly self-aware.

So I had just given up on sleep after one hour of sleep and the succeeding two hours of trying but not achieving sleep. Sucks how when you try harder to sleep you just can't seem to get there. The normal nipple-tweaking and fantasizing that relaxes me didn't work. So I decided to play Crayon Physics, and ended up frustrated cos apparently I finished the demo version. Decided to wake up and visit random links. Then I suddenly remembered to check this blog. And OMG, there were comments on the last post!

BRAD and Anonymous (who I hope is not some [former] friend who has this link and just likes hearing/reading about my shit on the down-low [cos that would totally be creepy]), thanks for reminding me that people read this shit. And hey, someone notices me over the Interwebs. Huzza!

So yeah, like Chris Brown said in that Wall to Wall song, "I'm baaaack..."

I greeted the first hour of April 9 by masturbating to the tune of Fall Out Boy's remake of Beat It.

Seemed like a perfect time to start blogging again. All hyped up on energy and a little spent after coming.

I have been busy from engaging in carnal activities as well trying to earn some cash and get my life in order. Yes I fuck and tell here.

Now that the fucking has happened. Let the telling begin.

Oh yeah I'll be going on an a short vacay with the family. So I intend to flood this with blog posts. I hope I get it right. Hehehe.

Feeling particularly, well, unsexed recently.

For one I have been in self-imposed hiatus for quite some time, being particularly too lazy to do anything other than let Ry do whatever sexual thing he wants to do when he wishes and when opportunity arises.

I haven't been particularly interested in any of the morsels that have been dangled in front of me, only engaging in a relatively mild and not saucy hour long flirting conversation with a friend of Bv's.

There also have been no recent erotic adventures with O after a spectacularly riveting fight which left me feeling raw and detached from the motherfucker.

It's weird how the fire that was stoked steadily for so long by the steady and semi regular rotation of H, V and O has now gone down to embers.

I haven't been blogging so much because life is currently a boring cycle of drinks, hanging out and meeting new people. There haven't been any real instantaneous attractions to speak off. And yes I am gaining weight.

I have also become slightly addicted to Dope Wars after motherfucking Bv assumed I was doing things wrong when i wasn't even playing that much until recently. It sucks to be surrounded by gamer boys who don't even know how to really play.

I was going to type that missed having my pussy eaten out, but then i realized, not really. It's the cycle of life. But I will keep entertaining any readers with all the sweet, tender and juicy sexual morsels of everyday life. And there still are a lot.

One of the things I pride myself on is the ability to teach people. No, this is not an ego post. I just enjoy telling people things they don't know. I don't push it in their faces, my inner Yodah just glimmers with glee whenever people learn things from me.

As I told NYB earlier today, I refrained from joining a recent conversation with other new young boys. Surprisingly, the conversation I refrained from actively participating in was about sex.

I am literally the last person to not enjoy a sex or a sexual conversation. But understanding that the kids involved were drunk, and that they were just kids, I did not join. If I had, my level of understanding would've blown their minds. They are immature and they don't really know what they're talking about. Sure they got the porn part of the thinking down, but when it comes to intellectual sex talk they still couldn't handle it. It's all machismo and bravado for them.

NYB is lucky because he's gotten some of my little pearls of wisdom. Like him knowing that there is a very good, yet mildly expensive sex toy store in Manila called The Pleasure Place.

Sure the website may be crappy but they have the essentials. And while no, I haven't bought anything from there yet (save for my black fishnet stockings and some underwear I bought as a gift), I know I will be buying some toys this year.

It's a great place for lovers, people and the curious. Some people actually giggle when they come in, I was mostly smiling, with the feeling of coming home.

Though I wouldn't dare buy all of them, I'd still buy some bondage gear and use them on willing partners. Well. I need to look for a boy toy first.

In the midst of a silly little spat (which actually turns out to be an eye opener for me), O asked me why I had a sex blog. He even mocked me. Asked if it was to solicit sex on the internet, for pride, ego or whatever.

I was stunned to even answer. That he would think I'd blog to get laid. I don't need to blog to get laid. All I needed to do was want it and I can get it.

Was this blog for ego? For pride? He alluded that I had made him and his friends my trophies. That's possible. Though they aren't great catches, it amuses me when I think: hey, I got to fool around with 3 guys who are friends. Still, if I were to really brag why not name names here?

But the real deal? Why I write here? Because it turns me on. And I have things to say. So I send out my little thoughts to the mass entanglements of the interwebs and see if people notice.

My friends who have read this enjoy it. Mostly because they are amused by the notoriety it lends them when they are mentioned, or the notoriety of having a friend who fucks and tells.

And it turns me on really. I like to write. And I like writing about what I know and who and what I do.

Sexual encounters just sound so much damn sexier when you read about them. An earlier post got me all hot and bothered when I read it immediately after writing it. The teasing nature of the encounter combined with me remembering how hot and horny I was after O sucked my nipples got me horny enough to engage in some quality "me" time. And that of course means I masturbated until I came 3 times. I love my hands.

Ok, I've been reading all my back posts. And I just realized I need to place a lil Character box where I can remind people (and myself) what all the freakin acronyms stand for. I'll be working on that later. Since I'm not doing anything tonight. Yes. I am that boring (and bored) right now.