Curvie Girlie The Diary: Mind Playin' Tricks on Me

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That is a "blood choke". It shuts off the the carotid arteries. It doesn't hurt at all so what basically happens is you slowly lose consciousness. Its is a strange sensation and I can see why some people "get off" on it. A wind choke however hurts like hell and panics the shit out of me.
 
edco76 said:
That is a "blood choke". It shuts off the the carotid arteries. It doesn't hurt at all so what basically happens is you slowly lose consciousness. Its is a strange sensation and I can see why some people "get off" on it. A wind choke however hurts like hell and panics the shit out of me.
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Erotic asphyxiation, too--just a little closing of the wind-pipe. There must be some endophin or dopamine release similar to exercise, which would explain my fondness. Or something.
 
Oh, I was referring to Ed's "Nope. Somethings you just know lol or I do" because I thought he meant that HE knew what I like, but it was how he worded it that threw me off!
 
Good for you. Sigh. I'm distracted....damn good beer, big fucking burrito, and trying to think about all the fun I'll have in the Bay Area tomorrow.....
 
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Oh, I was referring to Ed's "Nope. Somethings you just know lol or I do" because I thought he meant that HE knew what I like, but it was how he worded it that threw me off!
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I would never assume that. For some reason I have a feeling you would surprise me.
 
No word from the ex, which is very good. My East Bay Beezy texted me asking for help in "winning back" his woman. Ah, geez, I certainly will help him in any way I can. So weird that hos and ex hos (I would use "lovers" but I got teased) are asking ME for relationship advice.

Life is fucking crazy. I never would have suspected that I'd be in so many fucked up situations: dealing with a dying friend, assisting a ho in smoothing things over with his girlfriend, agreeing to help an ex boyfriend whom I'm not sure I'm completely over with his current Beezy's intolerance of ME in his life (Jeezus Christ), living with my 55 year old male version of myself and watching over his house with my guns, making sure I don't get murked up here in the woods when I'm alone, training for a half marathon, and ho juggling. All at once. And this is in addition to the normal: what do I want to do with my life, ultimately, am I interested in romantic monogamy (PAH!) again, what's the next country I want to visit and how can I make that happen, etc.............

Thank god I don't have children. Seriously.
 
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HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Ah, Ed, if you only had to deal with the smell of balls. It's actually not that bad......
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I will take your word for it.

True story.

In the old days, like the dancing at a ball days. It was common practice to wipe your sack with your hankie and put it in your coat pocket. If while dancing the woman "responded" It meant she was good to go!
 
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No word from the ex, which is very good. My East Bay Beezy texted me asking for help in "winning back" his woman. Ah, geez, I certainly will help him in any way I can. So weird that hos and ex hos (I would use "lovers" but I got teased) are asking ME for relationship advice.

Life is fucking crazy. I never would have suspected that I'd be in so many fucked up situations: dealing with a dying friend, assisting a ho in smoothing things over with his girlfriend, agreeing to help an ex boyfriend whom I'm not sure I'm completely over with his current Beezy's intolerance of ME in his life (Jeezus Christ), living with my 55 year old male version of myself and watching over his house with my guns, making sure I don't get murked up here in the woods when I'm alone, training for a half marathon, and ho juggling. All at once. And this is in addition to the normal: what do I want to do with my life, ultimately, am I interested in romantic monogamy (PAH!) again, what's the next country I want to visit and how can I make that happen, etc.............

Thank god I don't have children. Seriously.
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......you are soooooooooo DAMN FUNNY.....I'm DYING HERE!!! :smilielol5:!!!!

....no shit....then, after all that, huh, left to ponder the meaning of life as well!!!

....Ahhhhhh......I've been in them shoes, except for the guns, besides the ones on my arms, ;),......LOL!!! ;)

...I HEEEEAR YA!!!! ......Kids are a blessing, just not one I can handle now either...:iagree:......I'm a handful still......;)
 
Yes I think we're both handfuls, heh heh heh ;) Thanks, I'm certainly glad to humor people! I think that's the meaning of life--funny stuff. Seriously
 
Hi Val! Have you been missing me or something? Haha. I actually have been missing you, and this whole damn place. I don't think I'll disappear anymore. It sucks too much!
Hmm... sorry to hear you're dealing with so much "fucking crazy" shit. It's great that you're lending a hand to others, but don't lose sight of your own needs. You're important, remember!
 
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