Hellcats and sex sirens.

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Today's new discovery.

I am grossly overqualified in every conceivable way for the normal world gig I am currently slogging through. The work is simple and easy enough but if it were any more mind-numbingly boring, I might be inspired to find some way to commit a dramatic, Rube Goldberg inspired, epic form of hara kiri while the screaming in my head from the agonizing boredom that begins 5 minutes into my arrival now extends outside my body and fills every available bit of air space within 50 miles, shattering windows and driving animals to run for high ground in a stampede. 

In direct correlation with this, it would appear that my frustration and stress manifests as a nearly ruthless sexual appetite that will not be sated with any other activity that normal, sane, healthy people would consider. If my vagina were an octopus, it would be the mythical one in the medieval maps of the sea; that reached up and pulled entire ships into the ocean for leisurely devouring. Clearly Medusa didn't have a head of snakes that turned men into stone but a head made of octopus with eight limbs that turned men into rock hard sex slaves and her ire was really just stress and frustration that had built up.

Well, that's my version of the story and I am sticking to it. ;-)

Supernatural sex drive and a fierce need to go hot, heavy and nasty like a Hellcat that can't be tamed by anything in the mortal realm. Jesus, its going to be a long month and we aren't even through it.

And you thought all tantrikas were gossamer veils and dancing fairies.... LOL

I still won't deal with crass or vulgar. I can't take any more reminders of classically low IQ, flat headed cretan marvels in life. If you have to imitate porn, you are worse in bed than you think you are. Natural, primal, animal true... when you are in your natural sex, no porno can possibly compare. 


And I still won't go pick up random strangers and invite them into my bed as some gracious act of generosity or charity, no matter how young or pretty they are but I will tell you that all these random men over 40 with decent hair cuts and that look of suburban death by boredom are getting alot of intense side eye looks from me. The adventures I could take them on right now if only....  Oh such frustration!