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"Love as thou wilt."BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-25751499004670860632017-07-26T13:37:00.001-05:002017-07-26T13:37:37.658-05:00On Censorship<br /><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">First let’s look at the First Amendment, the first line being: “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof;” my understanding of this leads me to believe we should not be stopping polygamous groups from their practice of polygamy. Now I hear you shouting “What about the children?!” It is an unfortunate truth that a few of these groups practice underage marriage and systematic rape of the women and girls. This alone does not mean we should ban the practice of polygamy but should be examining why this perversion is happening in the first place. I could probably go on for an entire paper on why polygamy should not be banned in the U.S. but we don’t have that kind of time and that’s not why we are here today.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I believe that the First Amendment is our given right to self-police and not have the government censor us. I honestly feel that very little should be censored. I very much believe in self-accountability. I feel that the only ones who should be in charge of what we read or see is ourselves or in the case of younger children, parents. I do not feel that someone else should be in charge of what I see. Up to and including things such as child pornography, which in of itself is illegal but still readily available on the internet. One can argue that by not censoring what goes on the internet that we can perhaps track down the people who are producing these illegal things. Personal accountability is key in this argument I believe. However, suggesting that parents should be in charge of what their children see is also a slippery slope, at what age is it acceptable to let your children navigate the world on their own? How young is too young to access ‘questionable’ content? I suppose that also would have to be up to the individual parent as to when they feel that their child has developed enough cognitive reasoning to know right from wrong and be able to police their own activities, this would be different for every person and in some cases may never develop.</span></div>
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-25097114833335813682017-05-21T11:00:00.002-05:002017-05-21T11:00:52.519-05:00Obsessions with Evil pt. 2So... here I am again writing about this... again.<br />
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My stance hasn't changed. I think I may have figured out where the particular bent came from. My boyfriend/childhood sweetheart/ man of my dreams.<br />
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He has a fairly evil streak to him. From the wicked grin to being a sadist... I used to think maybe evil could be fixed and be perfect and what not... Evil cannot be fixed, however I recant my previous statement that evil isn't relationship material. Dag and I are doing incredibly well this time. We have both grown up and understand that relationships take work and communication. blah blah blah.<br />
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Here is a list of (fictional) Evil Sexy-ness:<br />
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<b>Lady Lucille Sharpe (</b>Jessica Chastain<b>)</b><br />
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<b>The Phantom (</b>Gerard Butler<b>)</b></div>
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<b>The Black Swan (</b>Natalie Portman<b>)</b></div>
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<b>Lucius Malfoy (</b>Jason Issacs<b>)</b></div>
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<b>The Evil Queen (</b>Charlize Theron<b>)</b></div>
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<b>Loki (</b>Tom Hiddleston<b>)</b></div>
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<b>Queen Beryl </b></div>
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<b>Dr. Jonathan Crane Aka Scarecrow (</b>Cillian Murphy)</div>
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If anyone is interested, I am thinking about compiling a list of actual (historical) sexy evil people. I think it would be an interesting list. Lemme know what you think?</div>
</b>BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com3Portland, OR, USA45.5230622 -122.6764815999999945.167192199999995 -123.32192859999999 45.8789322 -122.03103459999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-34187106986093134562017-04-28T20:01:00.001-05:002017-04-28T20:01:37.030-05:00National Infertility Awarness Week - Guest Post: Barren & Broke: Mia Pet<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">
I was 14 the first time I had my "Aunt Flow" make an appearance in my life. It was anti-climatic to all the things I had heard & expected. I was at a friend's house for the night, I had to pee & when I looked down there was blood. I looked under their bathroom sink & luckily for me there was some pads down there. I put one in my underwear and went on with my day until the cramps started & I walked home. I awkwardly told my dad that I needed him to take me to the store to "buy girlie objects". </div>
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<span class="m_-4889491760692380975gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>The first time I tried using a tampon, was actually my dad's suggestion (can we say "awkward"?). I had just graduated high school & we were going to a water-park to celebrate. Unfortunately I was, what I started to refer to as "broken" (on my period) and didn't know how I was going to manage swimming. One of my friends who was there told me the basics, (after assuring me that my virginity would be fine) & I bought some. Easy peasy, right? Besides the uncomfortable-ness & the fear that everyone would know somehow, the day was great.</div>
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<span class="m_-4889491760692380975gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>I should have known something was wrong when I was bleeding so much throughout the years & how bad the cramps were that midol couldn't even wave to across the street. It wasn't until long after I became sexually active and 2 miscarriages later that I found out I had endometriosis. By that time I was buying the largest pads I could find & also the biggest tampons I could think of (without being physically uncomfortable) & wearing both to stop the amount of blood my body was putting out. This isn't even bringing into the equation that my periods were never "Normal". I had light flow, I had heavy flow, I had weeks where I wouldn't have any... I didn't know what was wrong with me, except I felt "broken". Finally an amazing doctor in Tacoma (who delivered my brother!) finally suggested I may have this weird disease I had never heard of. Finally an answer to the multiple ovarian cysts, the impossible cramping, the anemia...</div>
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<span class="m_-4889491760692380975gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>Over the course of that year I had 11 surgical procedures done. A diagnostic laparoscopy showed that this "Thing" had developed so badly it was attached to some of my other organs. Bring on a few D&Cs, an upper GI, a few colonoscopies (all the medications they put me on & blood loss did not agree with my stomach & my eating habits were atrocious), a presacral neurectomy (cutting a nerve in my lower back in "hopes of relieving some of the cramps") & finally an ablation after my 3rd miscarriage which just about broke my heart. Learning that my eggs were still ok, but I wouldn't be able to have any kids on my own was shattering. I can't even begin describe the darkness that crept in. Little did I know it was about to get darker.</div>
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<span class="m_-4889491760692380975gmail-Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span>I felt like a broken toy with missing parts. After the long healing process & discovering I couldn't even take estrogen because it made me sick, I started trying to be intimate with my boyfriend at the time. It was difficult because, although he was supportive of my health issues, he kept pushing me in more ways than one. "You're just being lazy, you're tough", "Let's have sex all the time, no matter how you're feeling", etc... He was emotionally abusive & a drunk and putting up with that on top of my own darkness was almost more than I could bear. Thankfully I had a good support system & finally put my foot down that I would not live that way anymore.</div>
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I try to stay positive & it's not always easy, but for those who are struggling with the things I have already lived through, I need to say this: Never underestimate the power of a good shower. Don't wear white bottoms. Your own saliva takes out your own blood (cleaning skives). Talk to your doctor & BE HONEST! You will survive this. There is support. You're stronger than you think. </div>
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-31549052215163392012017-04-05T17:32:00.000-05:002017-04-05T17:32:02.943-05:00Does pot make sex better?Simple answer: Yes<br />
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Smoking or consuming marijuana before sex can increase how much one enjoys sex.<br />
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Marijuana doesn't produce serotonin but it does affect a chemical in the brain called anadamide, which causes soothing sensations in the body when it reacts with THC. Mj also affects dopamine, a neurotransmitter involved in the brains pleasure producing mechanism. These 2 combined can lead to better sex.<br />
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Its relaxing. Personally I feel more relaxed when I smoke, which allows me to let go, which leads to better orgasms.<br />
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Its fun, which can lead to the giggles, and if you have never had giggly sex you are missing out.<br />
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<br />BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-60567827536111668322017-04-02T09:30:00.000-05:002017-04-02T09:30:25.446-05:00Losing Your VirginityI hate this phrase.... like.... a lot! I didn't misplace it, I know EXACTLY where I left it. <br />
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Honestly though, didn't lose anything when I started having sex. I gained knowledge. I gained a new understanding on a part of life that I was unsure about up until that moment. I gained a new level of intimacy with my partner, and a new way to be intimate with future partners. I will never see my becoming sexually active as a loss and I really wish we would stop teaching girls that it is a loss. Sex can be an awesomely wonderful experience when it is not clouded in shame. I hope that if/when I have a daughter she will not live in a world where there is so much shame around it. Until then I will keep telling the world how I feel and hope for the best!<br />
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<br />BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0Portland, OR, USA45.5230622 -122.6764815999999945.167192199999995 -123.32192859999999 45.8789322 -122.03103459999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-85050236407799199852017-04-01T17:59:00.000-05:002017-04-01T17:59:39.356-05:00Fiction Friday (on Saturday) Pt 1. Corruption<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
“Your soul will scream for mercy and
you will have none...” He growled into her ear.
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She shuddered and arched her back
slightly trying to press her body against his touch as his long slim
fingers traced a line from just behind her ear, down her neck and
between her breasts. A small sound escaped her lips and a slight
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“Promise?”</div>
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He through his head back and an unholy
laugh ripped from his throat, he then leaned down and kissed her
deeply. His fingers traced farther down her body, across the plane of
her stomach stopping just before he reached the waistband of her
panties. She whimpered and lifted her hips slightly urging him to
keep going, instead his hand flew to her throat gripping it tightly.
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“Do you think this is a game... that
I wont destroy you...”
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He runs the tip of his tongue across
the line of her jaw. She closes her eyes and revels in the sensation
of the cool hand against her throat, her breathing only slightly
hindered by the pressure. She lets out a sound almost like a purr.
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“Oh but I know you will... you
already have” she says in a breathy moan. “You ruined me years
ago, my destruction has been a slow one.”
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Anger welled in his chest as he
squeezed her throat a bit tighter, his other hand moved quickly to
her hips, he dug his nails into the ridge of her hip and drug them
down the side of her leg bringing the panties with. Slowly he
releases her throat and lays kisses where his hand had been. She
smiled and ran a hand across the top of his head, entangling her
fingers in his hair.
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He kissed across her collar bone and
down her chest, before sinking his teeth into the sweet flesh of her
left breast, she almost screamed but was quickly silenced as he let
go and took her nipple into his mouth flicking his tongue over the
little bud. His hand moved over the small patch of smooth skin before
slipping his fingers between her legs circling her clit and smiling
at how wet she already was. Her back arched when he found that almost
perfect pattern of movement, he slowed and slid his fingers lower and
slowly entered her, probing gently. She moaned loudly and stared up
at him, his grin was wicked and oozing with evil. He removed his
fingers and brought them to her lips. Without any hesitation she
opened her mouth and suckled on his fingers tasting herself on him.
He groaned feeling himself stiffen more, his cock as ridged as the
cool alabaster he appeared to be carved from.
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“Woman you will be the death of
me...” he watched her haematic red lips part as she released his
fingers he quickly caught her mouth with his. His tongue parting her
lips and then exploring her mouth swirling around her tongue, sliding
against her teeth. He moaned against her mouth as she snaked a hand
down his stomach to the bulge in his leather pants. She tugged at the
lacing and only struggled slightly before releasing him and begins to
push the pants off his hips. He breaks their kiss and stands to lose
the pants. He drops to his knees and crawls back towards her with a
wicked grin.
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She smiled back at him, she loved him.
Everything in her craved him and his touch, he was like a drug to
her, intoxicating and alluring. She had walked through hell to get to
him more than once and would do it again if necessary. Whatever spell
he had over her was strong and lasting. It was warm and heavy like
the scent of vanilla and tobacco, it wrapped around her like a
blanket and she reveled in it.
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He moved with quick precision, hands
running up her calves, over her thighs and to her hips. He pulls her
to him and then pauses looking over her for a moment. She had a smile
that would melt you if you were lucky enough for her to share it with
you. Her eyes were blue, but not in a shocking or striking way, and
yet still out of the ordinary, the centers a gray blue with an almost
raven black blue ring at the outer edge. He leaned forward and
kissed her sweetly before slipping into her with enough force to pull
a moan deep from within.
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-4781203017317924222017-03-14T16:35:00.002-05:002017-03-14T16:36:51.919-05:00Sex and Death Pt. 1There is an interesting relationship between sex and death and they seem to go together fairly often. I personally and very passionate about both subjects. I want to promote both Death and Sex positivity, and educate. I am planning on pursuing a funeral sciences degree in school and probably studying human sexuality as well. I am going to go more in depth into the relationship of the two subjects in my next post. In the mean time:<br />
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Here is an awesome video from Caitlin who I adore and her friend Conner. Enjoy!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/z9O56OuQgdw" width="480"></iframe>BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-34235455938393546282017-03-13T12:59:00.000-05:002017-03-13T12:59:11.442-05:00Where have you been...What can I say, Im a flake. Honestly I was off living life... and life sure is funny sometimes... I honestly wonder if I am living in a walking dream in which I am a character in some book, I understand that this is common and Im not special for feeling this way but damn.<br />
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December 7th my car died, spectacular! Whats today... oh yea Jan 14th... still do not have my car yet. In a comedy of errors, I am reunited with the man I have been in love with for 15 fucking years...So... on Jan 20 I arrived in Coeur D'Alene ID and enjoyed sex for the first time in months! We later moved to Portland and have been doing well out here. I am in the process of revamping the blog and trying to recover some posts that seem to have disappeared somehow.<br />
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So yeah! Please feel free to send in questions comments etc! I look forward to being here again and have miss you all!<br />
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RoseBunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-48697659165575802472016-03-17T22:16:00.001-05:002017-01-13T15:02:25.706-06:00Free the nipple - a response<div>
A day or so ago I posted a video on FB about the free the nipple movement. Below is a comment I received and my response.</div>
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Now that we have gotten the anatomy lesson out of the way. The female genitals are not inherently sexual. Yes they are sex organs, however the sexualization of said organs is the creation of society and people in general. The uterus and vagina were designed to bear children, not to be sexualized in the way the have been. The ass is simply the exit through which we expel bodily waste, again sexualized by society.</div>
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-79734331380132296732015-08-25T22:20:00.001-05:002015-08-26T14:38:35.348-05:00THIS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVIa4IbXmEvW8YT5CcsQb8NrMUvOJBmDsV59r818XmwdRQB1DzriFq2-mcK1SwPrJDW1f98uu0jpb1Wv4j2NB3NCpbnpuegcNuNLFfnP8voxazBVkKAYpB57ZDBVNQMTc1D-1hr3HHiH5/s1600/FB_IMG_1440559204222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVIa4IbXmEvW8YT5CcsQb8NrMUvOJBmDsV59r818XmwdRQB1DzriFq2-mcK1SwPrJDW1f98uu0jpb1Wv4j2NB3NCpbnpuegcNuNLFfnP8voxazBVkKAYpB57ZDBVNQMTc1D-1hr3HHiH5/s640/FB_IMG_1440559204222.jpg"> </a> </div>BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-38914498317868222942015-08-23T19:01:00.000-05:002015-08-23T19:01:00.371-05:00Slut Shaming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I keep seeing the apple tree metaphor use to shame girls, and while the above example isn't directly sex shaming it is in act still shaming. This says that some girls are rotten/bad/not good enough for what ever reason. John Oliver brought up the apple tree thing a few weeks back on "Last Week Tonight" while he was talking about sex ed in this country and I just find it to be rage inducing. </div>
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Boys don't get compared to fruit that is going to rot if its touch. </div>
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I know this is not a new subject or even news. But this pisses me off. Women are equal to men. We need to end this shit. We need our daughters/ sisters/ mothers etc to know that we are equal. To know that we are not sullied because we enjoy sex, because we enjoy our bodies, because we are friends with boys. We are allowed.</div>
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Women are allowed to be sexual, social, out going, we are allowed to say NO, we are allowed to be free to talk to boys. We are free to tell someone that we would rather just be friends. We do not own anyone but ourselves. </div>
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-36145208318129608052015-08-23T13:20:00.001-05:002015-08-23T13:20:34.517-05:00Represent <p dir="ltr">I am not in a polyamorous relationship, but I am polyamorous. <br>
I am not in a (sexual) relationship with a woman but I am bisexual.<br>
I do not go to a specific church, but I am spiritual and have faith. <br>
I am still something. <br>
I am still part of a community. <br>
I still deserve representation.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Lovely. </p>
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I have decided i want to lose some weight and get back down to the weight i was 8 years ago before i lost my first husband. </div>
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I'm currently 197, and while i don't look bad, I'm not super comfortable in my own skin. This is not really about society or anything i just miss my old body. </div>
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I'm starting to drink a lot more water, just picked up some home gym equipment and a few supplements. </div>
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Posting my before pic today and will update with progress pics. </div>
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Much love! </div>
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-12680020646552751402015-07-08T14:09:00.001-05:002015-07-08T21:50:20.155-05:00Day 2: performix sst and 3lts of water. <p dir="ltr">So this is day 2 of my weight loss journey. Yesterday i started taking Performix SST and drinking a crap ton of water.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yesterday, I felt good and energized, today I just feel like I have to pee all the time. I'm a little disappointed that I'm not feeling the energy bump i did yesterday. Oh well. Keep on going. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Love y'all<br>
<u>Rose</u></p>
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<b>Right now this is the top of my list for songs that remind me of an ex. Plus it reminds me of my favorite porn star. Bitter Sweet. </b><br />
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He says "What you've heard is true but I<br />
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I said "I've been there too a few times"</i><br />
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<b>2. True Companion - Marc Cohn</b><br />
<b>This song reminds me of the first husband. He "purposed" to this song. So now I always think of him. It really is a beautiful song. </b><br />
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<b>4. You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette</b><br />
<b>The kick ass break up anthem of the 90s. I mean come on, nothing like a woman scorned. </b><br />
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<b>5. You Were Meant for Me - Jewel</b><br />
<b>Also harkening back to the 90s, you know that you should be together, you were meant for each other, this song exemplifies this. Hunker down on the couch with that ice cream, and have a good ugly cry while rocking out. </b><br />
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BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-53408214353297752952015-04-28T11:19:00.000-05:002015-04-28T11:19:00.147-05:00Tuesday Top 5: My Top Five Sex Toys1. <b>The Feel-Doe by Tantus </b>- A silicone strapless strap-on, 4 different sizes and colors, both vibrating and not. Also the real-doe, in 3 sizes and realistic. The Feel Doe is a strapless strap-on, the has a bulb that is inserted into the vagina allowing for stimulation from thrusting. I love this damn thing. <br />
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2. <b>The We-Vibe 4 +</b> - The we vibe cause quite a stir when it came onto the market, currently on its 4th or 5th incarnation, the We-Vibe 4 plus is an awesome toy that is remote controlled, manually controlled or through an app on your phone. Its shaped like a "U" both ends vibrate, one can be inserted vaginally while the other sits on (Or near in my case) your clit. It can be used solo or during sex. My only complaint is that my anatomy isn't super well suited for the distance between the motors. <br />
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3. <b>Shibari My Wand 10x </b>- This is a massage wand similar to the hitachi and others like it. This thing is powerful, has different vibration patterns and honestly my go to when I just want to get off quick and move on with my day. Attachments are available for this.<br />
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5. <b>Riding Crop -</b> This is another generalization, I love to be spanked so this is a wonderful implement for that. BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-76289271751928227632015-04-28T00:18:00.001-05:002015-04-28T00:19:12.623-05:00Twitter douche bag<p dir="ltr">This is the shit women deal with. ..</p>
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<3 all="" br="" to="" y=""></3>BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-75253378886342337082015-04-24T12:06:00.000-05:002015-04-24T12:49:29.552-05:00Obsession with EvilSomehow Hitler came up in conversation at work today, which always reminds me of my obsession with evil. I get off on the bad boys... and Im not talking like James Dean rebel without a cause bad boy, Im talking like... legitimate evil.<br />
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I have always rooted for the bad guy, in Phantom of the Opera, Christine should have ended up with the Phantom. Its just my particular bent I suppose. Something about evil, power and arrogance is just sexy. Not relationship material but fucking hot none the less.<br />
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I have never really stopped to examine this past a certain point, cause well fantasies exists as fantasies for a reason, and are rarely as good in reality as they are in our minds. Oh well... back to dreaming of strong hands, a wicked grin and world domination. BunnyBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15190841054311082299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8963511794244190233.post-61977269473818205792015-04-23T09:16:00.001-05:002015-04-23T09:22:00.696-05:00Book Review - A Princess Bound: Naught Fairy Tales for WomenA Princess Bound is an absolutely wonderful collection of naughty fairy tales wrapped up into one book. Retellings of Little Red Riding Hood, Beauty and the Beast to less traditional stories about a beautiful selkie or Ravens becoming men. I wouldn't say this is specifically for women, as I really don't like making things gender specific like that, but these stories tend to have a more romantic bent, even with all the fucking. <br />
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I think my favorite out of the compilation was "The Smith Under the Hill" a woman in control, saving her brother, and ending up in love with a fairy Prince. Yeah. Im good with that, plus it was very reminiscent of Holly Blacks "Tithe" and "Iron Side" which made me rather happy honestly, but I will go one about Holly Blacks trilogy at another time.<br />
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"Sealed" was also wonderful as it dealt pretty closely with old Irish mythology about selkies (a type of fairy, kind of mermaid ish.).<br />
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The strong BDSM/Kink tones in the stories are not like in some anthologies I have read where the sex is so rough it is almost abusive and triggering. I very much enjoyed the overall feel of the book and the stories we compelling for the most part. This, I have a feeling, will end up being a book I lend out and not get back. I know I enjoyed it. <br />
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