Litiquette VII

My ability to provide high quality sex to my partner is:

  • I am without a doubt the highest quality sex partner there is. I will make you cum and I will cum, a

    Votes: 54 25.2%
  • I have more kinks than most, nothing inappropriate but you’ll be shocked at what I like

    Votes: 107 50.0%
  • I’m good. I get the job done, not much flair but there’ll be no need for masturbation after

    Votes: 46 21.5%
  • I mostly provide sex as a service. I’ve never really enjoyed it so I won’t seek it out, but when ask

    Votes: 1 0.5%
  • I’m as vanilla as it gets. I hope you have a great imagination, you’ll likely need it to keep things

    Votes: 6 2.8%

  • Total voters
    214
My current go-to: "It is what it is."

Which is also the one I absolutely loathe. šŸ˜‚

I'm in the middle of an interminable rehab project is my only excuse.

(I've recently decided with all surety there can be no God. :p)


Another that makes my teeth clench: "To be fair."

Especially when it's said, as it so invariably is, by someone who's just disclosed some less than attractive behavior/action of their own.

DON'T MAKE ME LISTEN TO YOUR EXCUSES, PEOPLE
 
My ability to provide high quality sex to my partner has always depended on the partner.
 
The saying that irks me the most is ā€œI could care less.ā€ I hear that much more often than the correct version of the phrase…and it makes me feel a little stabby.
Only a little? šŸ˜‚

It's maddening. Mad-den-ing

ETA: I may have facial expressions as go-tos more than spoken expressions.

Raise eyebrow meaning ā€œI’m intriguedā€.
Narrowing of the eyes meaning ā€œWHAT!ā€
Furrowed brow meaning ā€I may have to kill you soonā€œ
My facial expressions are in complete control. :p
 
What about "feeling some kind of way"?

Are we too lazy to figure out what kind of feeling it is anymore? Do we need to review the Color Monster book of emotions?

Signed,
Grumpy Older Millennial
This reminds me of another one. When people start every sentence with ā€œI feel like . . .ā€
Too many people feeling, not enough thinking.
 
I catch myself saying out loud under my breath
"Are you fucking kidding me" more often than I might like to admit...

To people who are starting to whine my go to phrase is "buck up buttercup"
 
A long time ago my boyfriend woke me up with his tongue on my inner thigh. Things progressed, satisfied I went back to sleep. But in the morning I’d forgotten and when I woke up I said oh I had the best dream last night that you woke me… he was so put-off that I thought it could have been a dream
He should have shown you it was no dream! I’m always up for seconds and more.
 
Per my last email (copied below and CC'd to your boss), I clearly said you may not reach out and touch coworkers whenever you want. >
🤣

My ability to provide high quality sex to my partner has always depended on the partner.
I'm going to tweak this a little bit.

"My ability to provide ANY sex to my partner has always depended on the partner."


Just sayin' :p
 
It’s Sunday evening for many here, for some it’s already Monday. Either way, how was your weekend? And before you think the that’s the question, what I really want to know is how do you determine a good vs not so good weekend? Is there a definitive line that separates the two or could this week’s less than good weekend be this week’s great weekend? What are your components of a good weekend?
 
My weekends are up and down lately. Rehab has been going on so long I no longer recall what qualifies as a ā€œcomponentā€ of a good weekend. šŸ˜‚

However, last night, while surfing the web, I stumbled on to something I didn’t expect to see and my heart leapt. For one moment I was joyously happy.


Also, an appliance shipped. šŸ˜Ž


On balance, I'm giving the weekend a +2.
 
I'm going to be a pain in the ass and not answer the question as you asked, because something I learnt a very long time ago has become a way of life for me. When I was a teenager I moved to Japan as an exchange student. My best friend was also going to spend the year in another country as an exchange student. It was an exciting and terrifying time in our lives. The last words he said to me before we both got on our planes were - "it's not good, it's not bad, it's just different".

I used that mantra so often to move through the discomfort of a completely new everything. It helped me see things objectively, with curiosity and put aside my judgement in the times I needed to.

This weekend was different from most for me. The past two weekends have been emotional rollercoasters. I'm in the middle of some really big career transitions and am having so many associated feels that come with that. I've never been more excited for the future and fucking terrified of what's in front of me. I could do without weekends like these. But I do learn a lot about myself in the process...

I love a weekend where I feel recharged. Spending time with friends, doing something fun, hanging with the kids. I plan on weekending it up this summer. I need people 🤩
 
I'm going to be a pain in the ass and not answer the question as you asked, because something I learnt a very long time ago has become a way of life for me. When I was a teenager I moved to Japan as an exchange student. My best friend was also going to spend the year in another country as an exchange student. It was an exciting and terrifying time in our lives. The last words he said to me before we both got on our planes were - "it's not good, it's not bad, it's just different".

I used that mantra so often to move through the discomfort of a completely new everything. It helped me see things objectively, with curiosity and put aside my judgement in the times I needed to.

This weekend was different from most for me. The past two weekends have been emotional rollercoasters. I'm in the middle of some really big career transitions and am having so many associated feels that come with that. I've never been more excited for the future and fucking terrified of what's in front of me. I could do without weekends like these. But I do learn a lot about myself in the process...

I love a weekend where I feel recharged. Spending time with friends, doing something fun, hanging with the kids. I plan on weekending it up this summer. I need people 🤩
We all need people and recharge. Regardless if we believe it or not. Well said
 
Monday Blues, they are real, at least for many. What are your best techniques for avoiding them?(Winning the lottery isn’t an option)

Do you ignore, try an address whatever is stressing you out ahead of time, go to bed early, stay up late, sex, more sex?

Or do you just accept and deal with it as best you can?

Bonus topic - What has been your most over-worried and never came to fruition Monday Blues ever?
 
I like Mondays-- my hubs taught me to like Mondays, or he reframed them for me -- his enthusiasm can be infectious.
He used to jump outta bed on Mondays and announce his excitement over his first chance of the week to make money. And he still bounces like Tigger to work. >> His work ethic is hot af. So, he converted me. #MondayFan

Bonus: I find my ability to worry about fruition factors knows know temporal bounds. I can worry on a Friday just as hard as a Sunday or a Monday. I'm like a Level 10 Expert Worrier. 24/7/365. I can even worry in my sleep! Attractive, no?*

*Scientific studies consistently show that crazy women are better in bed. So, the Trekka Trainwreck Experience can't be *that* bad. Step right up, step right up!
 
My days are all running together at the moment. However, back when, before I gave up the city for the wilds of the country, I rather liked Mondays. I get restless. A work week means projects. With endpoints.

*wiggles happily*

I am a project driven sort of girl.


As far as worrying, I refuse to be bound by one measly day of the week. So pedestrian. *flips hair*

I worry every day. All day.

*I call mine the Enny Epocalypse Extravaganza. Now, if only I was having sex....

:p
 
My days are all running together at the moment. However, back when, before I gave up the city for the wilds of the country, I rather liked Mondays. I get restless. A work week means projects. With endpoints.

*wiggles happily*

I am a project driven sort of girl.


As far as worrying, I refuse to be bound by one measly day of the week. So pedestrian. *flips hair*

I worry every day. All day.

*I call mine the Enny Epocalypse Extravaganza. Now, if only I was having sex....

:p

annnd that’s how it’s done, folks!
bravo enny! such a pro.

*returns to fetal position*

kidding
kind of

now enny, you ever wanna take a ride on this here crazy train, well, shucks, i would be flattered, but i would need *some* advance notice to pre-buy high end guest soaps, and stress about towels. but i know you’re tall enough to ride this ride, and i’m sure we’d be able to fix that sex sitch right up. ;)
 
now enny, you ever wanna take a ride on this here crazy train, well, shucks, i would be flattered, but i would need *some* advance notice to pre-buy high end guest soaps, and stress about towels. but i know you’re tall enough to ride this ride, and i’m sure we’d be able to fix that sex sitch right up. ;)
If only. :catroar:


Alas, I am sexually defective. A drag upon my sex. A sad specimen. A....

Well, you get the idea. :p



You would be vastly disappointed. I could not bear the shame. *throws forearm across eyes*

*One day I will slay this curse and and run free through the fields of rampant sexuality!


Until then, I will continue to take copious notes. :p
 
Monday Blues, they are real, at least for many. What are your best techniques for avoiding them?(Winning the lottery isn’t an option)

Do you ignore, try an address whatever is stressing you out ahead of time, go to bed early, stay up late, sex, more sex?

Or do you just accept and deal with it as best you can?

Bonus topic - What has been your most over-worried and never came to fruition Monday Blues ever?

Sure, Mondays can be blue. They can even be black. They can make you fall apart. I don't really care though. I mean, it's Tuesday now and it's pretty fucking grey itself, definitely wanted to stay in bed. And that fuckhead Wednesday, he's not so damn different than Tuesday. That guy could give you a heart attack, too. Let's just skip over that shit head Thursday, too, might as well not even start.

But Friday? Such a wonderful surprise, really makes your spirits, much like your shoes, rise. Friday is such a beautiful bastard that it even has this amazing sound to it, it'll make you discard all the frowns those fuckers Monday through Thursday gave you. No, Friday is a gorgeous sight and I can never get enough, enough of that stuff. Yes, it certainly is, it's Friday, I'm in love.
 
Monday Blues, they are real, at least for many. What are your best techniques for avoiding them?(Winning the lottery isn’t an option)

Do you ignore, try an address whatever is stressing you out ahead of time, go to bed early, stay up late, sex, more sex?

Or do you just accept and deal with it as best you can?

Bonus topic - What has been your most over-worried and never came to fruition Monday Blues ever?

Okay, this is a little late…

I don’t really have the Monday blues. I absolutely love what I do for a living and I never feel like I dread going into work.

Do I address what is stressing me? Sometimes. I’m a compartmentalizer. I can separate things easier than a lot of people. This can be good and bad, depending on the situation. I often find ways to distract myself… to take my mind off of whatever is bringing me down.
 
Okay, this is a little late…

I don’t really have the Monday blues. I absolutely love what I do for a living and I never feel like I dread going into work.

Do I address what is stressing me? Sometimes. I’m a compartmentalizer. I can separate things easier than a lot of people. This can be good and bad, depending on the situation. I often find ways to distract myself… to take my mind off of whatever is bringing me down.
As much as I hate to admit it in public, I agree with @Lord Pmann šŸ˜†

Seriously though, my answer would be almost identical. I’d add that sometimes I might allow myself to wallow for a night if I do have a rough period at work, but that’s about it. I’m stellar at distracting myself or bribing myself as needed.

If work is stressing me in a bad way (my job is kind of high pressure but it’s one of the things I love about it) and I can’t distract myself out of it, I’m likely to put in extra time to sort it out or come up with a plan. I don’t fall asleep easily and it would be even harder if I hadn’t solved the problem, so it’s easier to just stay up and figure it out.
 
Uh oh. 😳

Have we lost Papa C already?!

Say it isn't soooooo!

*cries on her screen*


:p

(Seriously, though....)
 
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