Archive for October, 2005

Fame… it’s the name of the game

Posted in minx with tags on October 31, 2005 by evilminx

Hey! Guess what, people?

I got linked by Bloggers Blog. Exciting, huh?

Well, actually, the Corporal did.

Check it out here

I almost feel famous… luvvies… mwah!

Fame… it’s the name of the game

Posted in minx with tags on October 31, 2005 by evilminx

Hey! Guess what, people?

I got linked by Bloggers Blog. Exciting, huh?

Well, actually, the Corporal did.

Check it out here

I almost feel famous… luvvies… mwah!

Meme from the other husband

Posted in minx with tags on October 29, 2005 by evilminx

Not CH, DH!

I mean, i’m re-getting very fond of CH, don’t get me wrong. But DH has been a great blog friend, and the other day posted a very cool meme.

Which, naturally, i have pinched for here.

Since i am the Minx who walks by herself, i have altered it slightly (purists who wish to know what has been altered can always go visit DH and see it in its original form). I just thought it’d be more fun and more minx-appropriate this way.

Copy this entire list into your blog.
BOLD everything about you that is true.
Leave plain anything that is false about you.
Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.

Here goes…

I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.
I have blindfolded someone else during sex.
I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.*
I have had sex over a web cam. *
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on.
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover’s body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex. (kinda… not choked, just enforced breath-holding)
I have had sex in a burning building.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.*
I enjoy nudie magazines.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.*
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.*
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video. *
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a “crush” on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I’m not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex in the snow.*
I am in a polyamorous relationship.*
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night.*
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.*
I stopped during this list to have sex. (Admittedly, i did start writing my response to this meme yesterday, but i have had sex twice in between starting and finishing it. Cool, huh?)

Early morning profundity

Posted in minx with tags on October 29, 2005 by evilminx

Sometimes, we can be there for people and they appreciate it, and show their appreciation.

This, of course, is not the reason for our initial contribution. We only ever want to help. We don’t do it for reward. I mean, if we did, (a) it would be a pretty poor showing of reward, and (b) it wouldn’t make us very good friends. Or nice people come to that.

I had the chance to be there for a good blogfriend this week, and I was delighted to have the opportunity.

She wrote and thanked me. Bless her.

She also showed that she trusted and valued me enough to share certain details with me. And it felt really good.

And then the strange thing happened. I replied back to her letter of thanks, and from god-only-knows-where came all this deep and meaningful stuff.

I was quite impressed.

Especially as it was only 8.00 a.m. my time.

So I thought I’d share my profundity with y’all — probably because it’s stuff I would have written here eventually anyway:

Sweetie, I wouldn’t have [been there for you] if I didn’t mean [to be].

And you’re very welcome!

Seriously, you just have to focus on what you think, and what you feel, and what you believe. There will be people who don’t agree with you – that’s fine IMHO. But the moment it goes from “That’s not what *I* would do” to “You are bad because of what you’re doing”… that’s when it becomes judgmental, and that’s when you have to switch off and ignore.

That asshole who called your life a [horrible nasty thing, which if I were specific about here could compromise her identity], for example – who the fuck are they to have any influence over how you think? They don’t even have the balls to give a name or site where their own flaws can be read and exposed. These are the kind of people who mean nothing, and should be ignored. (Or should have been drowned at birth – your choice!)

I know you know all this already. This is just something that I thought you might like to keep for those low moments when all you can see are nasty words, and you need a hug. In fact, that’s it – think of this mail as a cyber hug.

As for me – it’s easy for me to be supportive because I COMPLETELY understand. I mean, when I first read [what you had written on] your site, I hollered “Girlfriend!”. It meant a very great deal to know that the love and passion and sexiness that I felt for the man who wasn’t my husband weren’t peculiar to me, that other people knew what I was going through. All my life I had been brought up to believe that anyone who “cheated” on their spouse was “bad”. No-one ever mentioned the myriad reasons why it might happen. No-one ever said that it was possible to fall out of love with the person whom once you’d felt would be your partner for ever and ever. No-one ever mentioned that the warmth and affection and love that we crave is a normal craving, and without it, we are practically obliged to seek it elsewhere.

Put it this way, it’s not a black-and-white situation, having an affair. And I think that you and I (as well as many others across this ever-shrinking globe of ours) know this now, understand this and ourselves far better, and are probably better people within ourselves for it.

Your personal journey, that you have recorded so eloquently, has been awe-inspiring to say the least. You should be very proud of yourself, and not give a flying crap what these judgmental idiots think. Give a flying crap what I think, though, by all means!!!

All love, Minxxx

Pussy

Posted in minx with tags on October 28, 2005 by evilminx

Just a note from The Corporal…

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Now that I have your attention… Because we all know that the way to get anyone’s attention, is to flash some genitalia. Or, just a lazy fat bastard of a cat.

Anyway, I was invited to post over at LingLing’s, so I left a bomb over there. I got lots of invitations from people who were generous enough to want to host my crap. So, I’ll be bouncing around. The good news is that there’s only 16 days left in the ban.

From now on, when you go to Curbed Enthusiasm, you can find my newest post simply by clicking on the “Banned” image that is currently counting down the days until I can go back. The picture is a link! How goddamn crazy is that!?

I’ll be back to play with the Minx, but, I’ve got places to post and people to piss off.

Insomnia, backache and a coughing minxette

Posted in minx with tags on October 25, 2005 by evilminx

The above title is the reason that this post is being written.

Put it this way, it is hideous a.m. where I am, also known as the middle of the night. It’s a bit bloody much, quite frankly. But hey, what’s a Minx to do?

I mean, insomnia. Doncha just LOVE it? Ha. Not. I have suffered bouts of insomnia for years and years, since I were naught but a Minxette myself. Normally it’s not so bad, but if I am woken from a sleep, it will always take me at least 2 hours to feel sleepy again.

Which is a major pisser, especially at this time of night.

The Minxette has a cold, poor little thing. Which means she coughs and sniffles all night. And tonight she managed to cough herself awake, which led to howling, which then led to her mother braving the ghosties and ghoulies and things that go bump in the night (generally the young Manx’s power ranger motorcycle toy under my unslippered and delicate foot, grrrr) and getting up to comfort her.

Hey, I’m not *entirely* evil you know. Not 24*7 anyway…

To digress for a moment – funny thing. I ran into my cousin (with whom I’d recently visited, with the whole clan in tow — hey, she has a garden/back yard, and we live in an apartment, so it had to be done) when I was visiting the stiffs the other day.

(Stiffs: vernacular, North of England, slang and slightly derogatory term for one’s parents, circa 1988)

She watched the trolls as they gambolled merrily, running around and playing at a speed and frequency that nearly made my ears bleed, and smiled fondly.

“She’s such a cutie that one,” she said, indicating the young Minxette (young Manx having disappeared in search of adults with chocolate and an indulgent nature — he found one too! but I digress. Again.) “I wrote your Dad an email about what a little minx she was. That’s what I call her in my head, “the Minx”…”

Laugh? I nearly shat. How singularly appropriate. And how perceptive of my cousin.

Mind you, it doesn’t surprise me. She and I have always been in tune on that kind of level, and as cousins go, she’s the best.

I didn’t mention anything about my Minxion identity — anonymity here protects the innocent as well as myself — but I thought it was utterly hilarious, and worth sharing with y’all.

Back to the original story. I comfort the young Minxette, trying with all my many (ha!) powers to get some cough mixture down her (“drink, child, goddammit!”), and fail fairly dismally. i can tell by the head-shaking, ostentatiously closed mouth, and evil – and yes! minxy – glint of rebellion ever-present in her eye. I lift her onto the kitchen counter and feel my lower back wince in pain that would signal a week of horizontal, spasming Minx (and not in a good way) if that hadn’t already happened 10 days ago. Fortunately my body is still enjoying the after-effects of the pain medication that I ingested over said time period, so it’s only a small ache and nothing crippling. This time. But it was enough to trigger the insomnia… I just couldn’t get comfortable again.

What a pisser.

Still, you got a post out of me, so don’t complain. Share my woes and laugh with me.

Fuck it, if you don’t laugh, you cry.

Be well, y’all. Sleep tight.

Minxxxxxxx

For Sam…

Posted in minx with tags on October 21, 2005 by evilminx

Sam was a very good friend of mine, many many years ago when I was but a Minxette.

I met him at university, we were both involved in the student theatre stuff.

Sam was brilliant. Brilliant as in a brain I could only envy. So clever. So intelligent. Maybe too intelligent. He could never quite get to grips with the world around him. He could never really understand how things were *supposed* to happen, could never fall into step with the rest of the planet. At least, that was how he felt.

He was bisexual, but couldn’t accept it. The world was very different back then. Being gay or bi was fine within the confines of the right circles at university, but where Sam came from it certainly wasn’t, and this had influenced him to a very large degree. He was still very young, and very immature, and just couldn’t tally this with the view of the world with which he had been brought up.

Sam was incessantly pursued by a persistent and aggressive gay man who was oblivious to the fact that the pressure he heaped upon Sam terrified him. Terrified him far more than it convinced him of his homosexual tendencies.

13 years ago, Sam committed suicide. It was his second attempt.

I loved him. He was a very good friend and one-time lover. I miss him still. This is for him.

Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.

I’m thinking of the days,
I won’t forget a single day, believe me.

I bless the light,
I bless the light that lights on you believe me.
And though you’re gone,
You’re with me every single day, believe me.

Days I’ll remember all my life,
Days when you can’t see wrong from right.

You took my life,
But then I knew that very soon you’d leave me,
But it’s all right,
Now I’m not frightened of this world, believe me.

I wish today could be tomorrow,
The night is dark,
It just brings sorrow anyway.

Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I’m thinking of the days,
I won’t forget a single day, believe me.

Days I’ll remember all my life,
Days when you can’t see wrong from right.
You took my life,
But then I knew that very soon you’d leave me,
But it’s all right,
Now I’m not frightened of this world, believe me.

Days.
Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I’m thinking of the days, I won’t forget a single day, believe me.

I bless the light,
I bless the light that shines on you believe me.
And though you’re gone,
You’re with me every single day, believe me.

© The Kinks