new review done today. apparently it is the job of every reviewer to hate my layout. i constantly am told that it is sloppy and unorganized. how the fuck more organized can you get than two columns, and a box with all the important links listed in a row?? please. and people want me to have my email address all the time. i get enough fucking mail - if someone wants to love or hate on me, they can do so in my guestbook or comments or notes and they can leave their bloody email for all the world to spam. tho, i also am told by most reviewers that my writing is really good and i put people there with me. i personally see my writing efforts here to be rather average in nature and whenever i read that i want to know what pages they've read so i can scan them for hints about what is considered good writing. same thing with the one that said i had "an almost massive vocabulary," i really want to know what words i used that seemed so vocab-heavy.
so...ramadan is like this: sun-up to sun-down (which here is at like 4:45pm and getting earlier every day) i do not eat or drink or kiss ponge on the lips or say sassy things or slap his ass or do sexual whatnot. however, we can hug or say i love you or kiss on the cheeks or other supposedly non-sexual places. sun-down to sun-up we have fuck-a-thons. well, not for a few days because i got my period and i just dont have another bedspread to put down when i bleed all over my lovely flannel sheets. anyway i think forced breaks are good for desire, as previously mentioned.
so last night was our first fuck since my period was over. the night before i made him cum with my hand, and i never cum but he gave me lots of pleasure with his. sometimes a hand fuck is better than a dick fuck. (heh). he was so adorable, he couldn't stop himself from cumming and was like merde! merde, merde! (shit! shit, shit!) between shaking sighs of the pleasure rolling through his body, as he reached down with the hand he wasnt fucking me with to try to catch the cum before it got all over our sheets. i just smiled and kept kissing his face.
afterwards he wanted to know pourquoi tu m'as fait sorti? (why did you make me ejaculate?), he was embaressed about having messed up the bed. but i couldnt help myself, and i didnt really care about one little spot on the bed - the game was good and i went with it. i knew what would happen when i moved from the dry hand to the LiquidSilk slicked hand..
so last night, first he was all turned on but i was still in cuddle mode. when the other person is all over you but you are not in that mode they seem kind of gross and stupid, tongue lolling out in search of your skin, your mouth, little noises of want softly slipping out of their throats...so i stopped the game (softly), and told him what to do to turn me on. he followed to the best of our comminications and soon i had joined his state. now it was i who's tongue leapt out of my mouth in search of him, and the game was on.
we tried things we've never done with each other before, and for the first time in my life i actually enjoyed doggie style (though i really wish it had another name, "doggie style" seems so ... i dont know, high-school jock lingo-esque or something). i disovered that when i masturbate (rub my clitoris, etc.)at the same time as he is entering from behind, what previously had always hurt more than felt good then felt really quite pleasurable. he kept slipping out, however, and we soon changed positions. i think we'll get it down though. masturbation-sex-from-behind is something i want to be able to do for a duration of time...
i also discovered something interesting, apparently in Islam (or at the very least, the Islam that is practiced in western senegal) if one partner is in the mood and the other is not, the partner who is not should still serve the needs of she or he that is in need. i posed to ponge - so if i am in the mood and you are not then you are still supposed to try to get me off? he said, yes. and i said, well what if you are in the mood but i tell you that i am just too tired or something? he said, well then i would say alhamdouliilah (thanks be to god). i laughed - so then you would get a break, hey? we laughed... whenever we finish, he is constantly telling me i am going to kill him. i tell him that (safe) sex is good for your health.
well, i had a whole list of shit to do today (including to write an entry for once - i need to get back on track with entries), but i got up about three hours after i had intended. my schedule is so fucked, its like every other day i get up at 6:45am, and the days in between i dont see light before noon, or even 2pm. but no matter when i get up, i dont get to bed before 2am. this means i am always really damn tired at my job. however, this doesnt seem to matter since my job is boring as fuck and mostly mindless. god i really need a job that:
a. does not require driving. i HATE driving, especially on the highways, especially during rush hour.
b. is full time. not only do i need money and insurance and such, i really want to have a regular schedule and i really am not capable of doing that on my own.
c. provides interaction and challenge. hacking out reports and shit on excel, typing up documents, and generating invoices with SAS is not either of those things. ooo - occasionally i answer the phone or sign for a package. big fucking whoop, i need to work with people - not machines - and i need some kind of fucking variety or learning. granted, i know more shit about computer programs than i used to, which are good professional skills to have, but i dont want that to be the only damn thing i do.
well. other things besides the Job...ive learned single stitch and double stitch crochet and am proceeding to make a slightly uneven soft as fuck awesome scarf for myself (to replace the one that my dumb ass lost at a bar during a queer coference a couple years ago - my mom crocheted it for me as a surprise for valentine's day! it was beautiful and soft and warm and a gift, and i fucking lost it two weeks later - along with my favorite soft wonderful $6 hat)
i finally went to a djembe lesson here with shaun (that's the instructor - not to be confused with my friend shaun) - lessons are every sunday and its the first time i've gone. he is a really good instructor and i like learning with other students. i learned a lot from him that i never learned in senegal about hand positioning and such. well, the people there probably didnt even know how they did what they did since they'd been doing it since childhood. then there was the Two Language Problems. with paupis the problem was that he was hitting on me during lessons where i was paying to be taught, not paying to talk. with tapha it was that he didnt speak much french and i not much wolof.
what else? oh - we did a play about media. i expect there to be a story board up soon, look for a link to it on www.madlibplayers.org. (the site needs to be updated - it says that nov.1 is coming up when obviously it already happened) tonight our group is meeting at terry's house instead of ours..im kind of excited. we are going to review how it went and talk about our future (winter) plans...like Santa's Slaves instead of Santa's Elves and such!
well, i guess thats enough psychobabble for now. i am going to try to get back on track with entries.
