And is one of many reasons that I no longer read magazines.

Good morning lovely people! It's most definitely Fall and I'm very happy indeed as Fall is my absolute favourite season. Here's why:

-my birthday is in Fall
-I love the cool, brisk weather (helloooooo scarf season!)
-I love the warm vibrant colours
-I love the smells, from cinnamon to decomposing leaves
-I love the food; soups,curries, roasted seasonal vegetables, pumpkin cheesecake..... *drooling*
-I love catching up over a hot beverage
-ginger beer 'nuf said
-I love holding hands, hugging, and cuddling for warmth
-I love the sound of rain as I fall asleep
-I love the sound and feel of leaves crunching under my feet
-I love the emphasis on family and gratitude (even though I don't celebrate thanksgiving)

That's all I can think of for now and I may have started this blog at 06:35 but due to transfering buses and my phone being a jerk I'm completing it at about 07:20. I doubt you love Fall as much as I do, but if you care to share what you enjoy about this beautiful season, I would be happy to read it . Hope everyone has a lovely day!

Having that one person on NN you can debrief with about all the crazy shit that goes on in here?!? Seriously with out TWL I think I would go one of two ways, either become a big time troll or delete my account and never look back LOL. I love that I can laugh about all the crazy advances that men make on me through PM's and then laugh even harder when the same guys are making moves on her too. And then they are in a relationship with another woman on here a week or two later!! Haha. I love that when someone says something so outrageously stupid, I can message her up and laugh about it. When someone is a dick to me I can vent to her and then of course laugh about it. Man oh man, you guys would either hate me or forget about me if I didn't have that woman to ground me!

To be honest I'm lucky to have made a lot of great friends on this site, I'm just so sad that you all live so far away . When I go traveling I hope that some of you will agree to have a coffee with me!

I have a guy in my forensics tutorial who I've determined is really hot. So hot in fact I spent a good portion of my gender relations course fantasizing about fucking him. Damn, I can't wait til 0830 next Wednesday.

FYI, he's tall dark and handsome, incredibly intelligent, soft spoken, with sexy eyes and a slow genuine grin that barely moves his lips but expresses through his previously mentioned sexy eyes. I completely forget his name though haha.

And for the record there is nothing like flirting over the scattered remains of a skeleton while you try to determine the age, sex, and ethnicity of it. Who says romance is "dead"?!? haha. I'm so sick in the head...

by Gabe Moses

Forget the images you've learned to attach
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Push your hands inside.
Get them messy.
Scratch new definitions on the bones.

Get rid of the old words altogether.
Make up new words.
Call it a click or a ditto.
Call it the sound he makes
When you brush your hand against it through his jeans,
When you can hear his heart knocking on the back of his teeth
And every cell in his body is breathing.
Make the arch of her back a language
Name the hollows of each of her vertebrae
When they catch pools of sweat
Like rainwater in a row of paper cups
Align your teeth with this alphabet of her spine
So every word is weighted with the salt of her.

When you peel layers of clothing from his skin
Do not act as though you are changing dressings on a trauma patient
Even though it's highly likely that you are.
Do not ask if she's "had the surgery."
Do not tell him that the needlepoint bruises on his thighs look like they hurt
If you are being offered a body
That has already been laid upon an altar of surgical steel
A sacrifice to whatever gods govern bodies
That come with some assembly required
Whatever you do,
Do not say that the carefully sculpted landscape
Bordered by rocky ridges of scar tissue
Looks almost natural.

If she offers you breastbone
Aching to carve soft fruit from its branches
Though there may be more tissue in the lining of her bra
Than the flesh that rises to meet itLet her ripen in your hands.
Imagine if she'd lost those swells to cancer,
Diabetes,
A car accident instead of an accident of genetics
Would you think of her as less a woman then?
Then think of her as no less one now.

If he offers you a thumb-sized sprout of muscle
Reaching toward you when you kiss him
Like it wants to go deep enough inside you
To scratch his name on the bottom of your heart
Hold it as if it can-
In your hand, in your mouth
Inside the nest of your pelvic bones.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.

Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They're just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
We strain at their seams with every breath we take
We are all pulse and sweat,
Tissue and nerve ending
We are programmed to grope and fumble until we get it right.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It's what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
All the different ways we can fit them together;
All the different uses for hipbones and hands,
Tongues and teeth;
All the ways to car-crash our bodies beautiful.
But we could never forget how to use our hearts
Even if we tried.
That's the important part.
Don't worry about the bodies.
They've got this.

So again, I did not write this but I absolutely adore it. It's just so beautifully written, and passionate, and I can't even put into words ... like it just explodes with love, sex, lust, passion and more in my brain .

So that I can hire it at my kitty spa!

This weekend a friend of mine died. He was a great guy, incredibly intelligent, compassionate, and passionate about this world and creating a better one. He dreamed of a just society and lived his life striving to achieve that dream. He drowned on Sunday at the lake with some friends. I am comforted that he passed on what I hope was a fantastic day for him. He often encouraged me to relax and take time to do things that I enjoyed. One of my neighbours on the same floor as me also died in her suite sometime this week. She was a very sweet woman, although I did not know her well beyond our brief chats in the hallway. She had a love for animals and we talked often about our pets .

The reality that we all need to take time for ourselves and truly live more often is now more evident to me than ever. I’ve read and heard that one of the top regrets of the dying is that they worked too hard, or spent their entire life working. I think a great way to honour my friend’s spirit would be to take that advice to heart and live it.

I also just want to urge everyone to be careful in the water. In one weekend my province announced 4 unrelated deaths due to drowning and mentioned that we have already surpassed the deaths due to drowning total of last year. Please be careful out there in all this gorgeous lake weather and keep an eye out for each other. And thanks again for all of the words of support on my previous blog xoxo.

I figured it could be fun and help me meet someone, and I've been on one before which is how I met my ex-turned-casual sex friend. This is a really lovely conversation I had with a man my age on the site:

Him: youre mustache pic scares me, it keeps showing up (Notice the incorrect use of you're which is also missing an apostrophe. To clarify, I used a pic of me with a fake moustache that I took for a blog challenge under my old username.)

Me: I suspect your fear is rooted in jealousy. It's a common reaction to my glorious moustache.

Him: Rightttttttt.

Me: No response. I can look past the incorrect use of "you're" now and then but when people use unnecessary letters AND can't tell the difference between you're and your, we have a problem.

Him (4 days later): Holy crap youre (obviously a consistent thing) fat, you should go lesbian.

Hold the phone! Fat women should be lesbian?! Interesting hypothesis.

Me: Aww, I'm sorry I didn't message you back. I'm just not interested. No need to take it personally and get rude.

Him: The only reason I messaged you is to tell you that your mustache pic is creepy. And you are fat; it's a fact and scientifically proven. Go step on a scale or go look in the mirror.

Me: I wasn't disputing the fact that I am fat. I am, 100%, and I'm truthful and upfront about it (this particular site asks for body type, I put "BBW" even though I hate that term, I also posted photos of my body because I'm unashamed [mostly] of my body and have nothing to hide). That's a very petty and unnecessary reason to message someone. I look in the mirror frequently and like what I see . It's a shame you think you have some sort of moral right/obligation to tell people you think that they're unattractive. What an off putting characteristic.

Him: nothing (so far)

Anyway, I personally feel that my face is my "selling point" as I perfectly understand that fat women aren't everyone's flavour. I have no problem with that. What I do have a problem with is someone thinking that they have the right to comment on my body and tell me that they have a problem with it. I just don't understand some peoples way of thinking. Well actually, I think I do understand it. I have experienced it too, even on this site. You want to say something mean to someone because you're projecting your own insecurities. It happens. I guess the difference with me is that I don't think that behaviour is acceptable and I have the capacity to self-regulate. *shrugs*

Come closer... I have a secret to tell you....



They say I've been naughty, bad, downright wicked. So they put me in these cuffs....



Would you believe me if I told you I was innocent?



For the record, it was my wicked NN alter-ego. I am a sweet and innocent gal, although I kind of enjoyed the cuffs

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Today I have had my personal space violated and, I think, violated someone else’s personal space (gauging by their non-verbal reaction). I’m not concerned about my personal space being violated it was just an odd occurrence that made me laugh a little. I have a neighbour with some mental health concerns. I don’t know much about diseases that specifically affect seniors but I can tell that she is very lonely and is frequently seeking company. She asks me where I work every time that she sees me. She asks me for advice and when I don’t give her the response that she wants she will ask me if the answer that she wants to hear is okay. Her situation is kind of sad to be honest and I think she would be much happier in a residential setting to be honest. Anyway I was doing laundry and when it finished she took it out of the dryer and folded it, intimates and all. It had only finished drying about 2 minutes before I got to it so she folded pretty quick lol. She asked me if it was okay that she had done that and I said that I didn’t mind but would suggest she waited a few minutes longer and that other residents might be uncomfortable with that. She then said, “but it’s okay right?”. Lol. Anyway. Then today I was in a café, working tirelessly on my paper (you guys know me ) and I leaned back in my seat and accidentally touched the guy sitting behind me. He leaped out of his chair picked up his bag and walked outside as his girlfriend sitting across from him asked him what was wrong. I felt really bad at first. Obviously he was uncomfortable with it. But it wasn’t skin on skin contact, we are both wearing t-shirts and I leaned forward as soon as I felt us touch. It was so strange!

How would you have reacted if someone folded your laundry (if your building has communal laundry)? Or if a stranger accidentally leaned on you for a moment? I found these scenario’s kind of funny myself but I tend to be an “under-reactor”, not that I’m slow to react but not a lot phases me and I’m pretty good at not freaking out in the moment...