Better late than never

There's a pile of reviews that I've neglected over the past few months - real life can be a bit distracting. But I'm finally getting to them (in some cases I have to reread because being a woman of a certain age, I forget stuff). I posted one on Amazon for Alison Tyler's "Pleasure Bound" and she posted it on her blog today. So I'm linking to that. Yes, this is a lazy post, hahaha. I'll have a proper post up later.

Lusty Euphemisms, Part 2

Amour, ardour, bad intentions, biologic urge, burn, carnality, craving, desires of the flesh, eroticism (yay!), horniness, impure thoughts (plenty), itch, lustfulness, nasty thoughts, nature, passion, prurience, sexual appetite, sins of the flesh, urge to merge, weakness of the flesh, wickedness - these are your lusty euphemisms courtesy of this book. 


And as soon as I came across "bad intentions" I thought of this song by this band. 'Nuf said.

Arousing Euphemisms, Part 1

This morning my horrorscope told me to "use euphemisms" and I went aha - I know what I'll do for a blog post today! So I whipped out one of my favorite thesauri, The Bald-Headed Hermit and the Artichoke, and started pondering which word/or words to euphemize. Hmm, guess that's not a word. Oh well.

So, while thumbing through, occasionally being distracted by one of the lovely old naughty pictures they use to illustrate with, I found my word. And it is definitely my word. It is definitely one of my favorite conditions to be in. There are a lot of emphemisms, so I'm going to pick out some for today from the this word and then on subsequent days hit the see alsos.

Aroused (see, Lust, Promiscuous, Wet)

accensus libidine - okay, I had to google this one - it's latin, possibly for "inflamed by lust" - sounds good.
begging for it
brimming
chucking a spread (hahaha)
cocksmitten  (I like this one)
cuntstruck (this too)
dripping for it
feeling fuzzy
feeling the power of the pussy
fresh
frisky
fruity
fuckish (I like this one too - "I'm feeling a bit fuckish tonight dear")
EGYPT (eager to grap your pretty tits - what a hysterica acronym - I will now giggle everytime I hear the word)
getting juiced up
goatish
having hot nuts
having hot rocks
having an itch
having peas in the pot
hawking one's mutton
horn mad
horning
horny
horny as a rhino
hot in the biscuit
in a lather
in heat
insatiable
intemperant (this is the second time I've come across this word this week and it always gets the red squiggly line treatment even though it is a word)
lathered up
lecherous
lewd
libidinous
licentious
lubricious
lust proud
maris appentens
NORWICH (another acronym - (k)nickers off when I come home - according to this English soldiers used this in letters to their sweehearts during the war)
on the make
on the prowl
randy as a three-legged grasshopper (and that's pretty randy)
raunchy
ready to rut
ruttish
salty
sexed up
suffering from lackanookie (ha!)
syrupy
tumbling ripe
turned on (duh)
wanton
weak in the knees
willing
worked up
and sadly, last on the list (sorry for the earworm all you folks of a certain age)
yummy in the tummy


So, that's not the entire list. Does anyone have an good ones that they like to use?

Wish I was here

Decided to just do a little free write from this picture.

stone like skin

wood like bone

here in this place

I want to rest

listen only to water

and wind

let my worries

flow away like leaves

carried downstream

watercourse

vein

tear

kiss of stone

scratch of wood

The fucking word of the day

Thank you once again HTMLGIANT for directing me to another wonderful place: the fucking word of the day.  With words like kowtow, milieu, fugacious, and turbid, what's not to love?


From their "About" page:

Let’s say you’re trying to learn the word assiduous.

Here’s the example sentence that dictionary.com gives:

But he was a man who by assiduous reading, through his devotion to literature, had become the quintessential successful gentleman, a man who could hold his own with the most cultivated companions.

and here’s The Fucking Word of the Day’s:

He was crippled by her assiduous dedication to the blow-job she was performing on him.

Now, which one do you think you’ll remember in ten minutes?

A new way opens up

That there is our new driveway. We don't live there yet. Not sure when we will. There's nothing there to live in yet. But this is exactly what I had imagined, this gravel path up and into the future. I can't wait to get up there and see it for myself. This picture was taken last Friday by my husband.

Revealing, reveling, returning

Words are filling my head, and I am wanting to sequester myself in order to allow them the time to be released, but life currently has other ideas. I've written half a dozen new poems in the past week, and there are stories simmering and even the first inklings of a novel. At least this weekend is filled with writing group meetings, so the pressure can be let off a little. Otherwise I think I might burst. Yesterday I was at The Cloisters in NYC, a place I've never been before (why I don't know), with a dear friend, and it was an experience that is producing poems at a furious rate. Some may end up here, I don't know.

The image above has nothing to do with The Cloisters, but the whole idea of seclusion is embodied by this image.

Of Horny Old Women and Artificial Hymens

Yeah, you read that right. This post is me being lazy and not wanting to do two separate posts.

First in the just plain fun department - let's hear if for horny old women! (I'm a proud card-carrying member):

And now for something completely different. Actually, in all seriousness, this is quite sad if you ask me. Last night my husband called me downstairs to listen to this story on NPR (you can read it and/or listen to it by clicking on that link) about an artificial virginity device that is causing quite a stir in Egypt (go read it just for the wonderful glass ceiling quote). But virginity is such a BIG FUCKIN DEAL to many many many people, not just in other cultures but even our own, that while this story is good in how it points out the hypocrisy involved (ye olde double standard), what it doesn't even touch on is the "girl/woman as possession" angle. This topic riles me on so many levels. So, rather than go into a rant that will just put me in a bad mood, I'm going to skip on over to a favorite reference book, and list some euphemisms for that overly fetishized piece of tissue.

Hymen - from the Greek Hymen, god of marriage, and hymen, wedding song (or cry).

bean

bud

button

cherry

flower

issue over tissue

maiden gear

maidenhead

ring

rose

toy

virgin head

virgin knot

Ardently Seeking

Randy Lagana's "What Do You Make of this, Sigmund?"

That seems to be how I've spent the last ten years of my life. Seeking, looking, searching, wandering, wondering, hunting, digging, tracking, examining, exploring. The list of synonyms for what I've been doing is probably endless. Have I found anything? Yes. No. Many things. Nothing. Has it all just been a search for meaning? Maybe. Most likely I'll spend the rest of my life the same way. Sometimes I think - that's the point. To keep learning. I've been learning a lot lately. About myself. Some of these lessons, others in my life might not like. But I think my direction is to try and make them understand that this is me, it's always been me. Nothing has really changed. Even though it may seem that everything has. There are many sides to me. Some have not been seen before except in sidelong glances. But they're not new.

I don't know what all this means, other than - keep moving forward. Ardent has it's origins in words meaning "to burn." I'm not sure how that fits in, but it does.

and I'm sure you're all wondering - where's the erotica? don't worry - it's infusing everything these days.

Choosing a path

Life has a funny way of happening to us. Today I know what direction I'm going in. There is a peace and a sadness in knowing. I'll be writing more here. But for now I have to be quiet with myself. Let the lessons I've learned sink in and become a part of me.

Crossroads

These days I definitely am feeling my way through a crossroads. Just maneuvering on instinct. It's coming up on the one-year anniversary of some significant events in my life. Starting this blog (in December 2008) was one of them. The loss of a friend was another. The beginning of a friendship, another. And that friend would also be lost. The continued strengthening of a connection with an old friend was also happening. And continues. I sometimes worry about losing him too.

I came back from the weekend to find another rejection in my inbox. This means that all the stories I'd submitted (granted not many) have been rejected. I have nothing out there right now. Yes, I am disheartened. Mainly because I don't believe I'm bringing all of myself to my writing. I need to do that, but it's damn scary. But that is not going to stop me. I can feel that in my gut. I'm not on a freeway, I'm on a pot-holed, rutted, overgrown back road. With no map. So, I'm gonna get out and walk for a bit. I'll keep posting - not sure what - I'm thinking on that.

Back home safe and possibly unsound

Hahaha. Was quite the weekend. That's all I'll say.

Weekend

My weekend is starting early - tomorrow I'm heading out for a weekend of camping in the rain. Don't you wish you could come too? So, nothing from me till Monday probably. Have a good one.