Movie night in nina’s kinky nest and Rockin’ Bad Grrl Bloggers!
It’s a nesting mood, I’m convinced of it. Despite a vacation to the beach, several nights of excessive alcohol consumption while falling all over the dance floor, and enough girl on girl kinks in my sex life to warrant my own HBO special (just kidding… hmmm, maybe not), I’m actually quite the nester. What does that mean might you ask? Well, it means that I’m basically a homebody, a glorified working housewife, a den mother, a mother hen who consistently pecks away at her brood (yes, son and husband qualify here); nagging at them to pick their dirty socks up off the floor, put their dirty plates in the dishwasher, and please for the love of all that is sacred in this universe, to please put the fucking toilet seat down when you’re finished! Everyone in this house doesn’t pee standing up, and while I may be the minority, I’m still in charge!
Welcome to my world.
I don’t mind being a bit conventional, in fact, I kind of enjoy my domesticated goddess status on occasion because it means that when my husband and I curl up together on the sofa to watch a movie, we’re going to be watching The Devil Wears Prada and not The Terminator for the ten-billionth time. And yes, he’ll whine a bit about having to sit thru another chick flick, but he’ll quickly get over it when I offer to get up and fix him a dish of ice cream while reminding him that we could be watching Lifetime instead, tho is there really a difference?
There’s almost a subtle form of language which develops between married couples, and for most, it can sometimes mean a slow death of routine and diminished expectations, unless you make the effort to keep what the two of you have between you fresh and interesting, and that means having a good sex life. I know a lot of us who get married wind up feeling invisible after a while, but you know, I think we have to (as Mistress S put it), lead them by the penis and show them what needs to happen. Why argue when you can fuck instead? I suppose some of this is yet another extension about the long conversation we’ve been having about expectations, but here’s what I think; we are too smart to allow our lives to fall into a state of domestic drudgery and it’s up to us to define the parameters of our own lives and our own relationships. Marriage does not have to mean the death of passion or intimacy or even stimulating conversation, and while I’m no expert on the subject, I can honestly say that even tho I’m most comfortable wrapping myself in the woolly embrace of that metaphoric nest, and while 90% of my life would probably put you to sleep, I’m never bored. This is what I wanted; and I waited, and when the time was right, I had him back in my bed… right where he belonged.
Grrr! Men! Probably why I like girls so much! :kissing:
But then there’s the other side of me; the girl with the pierced nipples, the girl who begs to be tied up, the girl with 1001 sex toys, the girl who thinks a leather whip is the perfect bedroom accessory, that whole mass of contradictions again with the scarlet stain of bisexuality, sexual submission, and a gushing libido who also wants to pick out swatches because the living room needs new drapes and I want to paint the walls and change the upholstery. Some kink filled nest, right?
So, we watched The Devil Wears Prada together; another fine example of expectations and how our lives are defined by the world around us. I’m actually surprised he sat thru it. Usually he commits to about 2/3rds of a ‘chick flick’ and then makes some excuse to go use his computer or find something else to occupy his time, but he’s learning that there are rewards to be had for good boys who sit thru the entirety of a chick flick without too many complaints! Okay, back to nesting. Maybe this is because I blew off a lot of steam with Lisa on my beach vacation, but lately I’ve been feeling like I want to stay close to home, safe in my nest. But you know, this is how I feel most of the time anyway. I guess that’s just who I am – married and happy, but never a dull moment, and even tho I’ll admit to being a little conventional, I retain my bad girl status to be used as I see fit!
I am incredibly pissed off that YouTube pulled the clips of The Police from the Live Earth concerts off their servers. I went and checked and apparently this ‘third party copyright complaint’ may have been initiated by the band because there are other Live Earth clips still available on YouTube. That would kind of suck if The Police were the ones to complain, and this kind of relates to the whole issue of P2P file sharing. My husband and I were at the mall a while ago and we stopped in the local record store to just browse around, and we joked that we couldn’t remember the last time we actually purchased a compact disc, but coincidentally, we went to the bin where The Police CDs were stacked and my husband freaked out that they were still charging $17.99 for the Synchronicity disc which was released in 1983! I mean, music is one of those kinds of things that doesn’t lose value. There’s no depreciation with music, so I suppose on one hand you can understand the pricing scheme, but the pricing scheme is precisely why sales of CDs have dropped so significantly. Yes, the RIAA and the record companies want to convince us that illegal downloading is the real culprit, but that’s just bullshit. I mean, certainly illegal downloading has in some ways taken a bite out of the bottom line, but maybe people just don’t see the value in paying what works out to 20 bucks (with tax) for music recorded 25 years ago. I don’t advocate P2P file sharing, but music does want to be free. I just find it to be too much of a pain in the ass to find what I want, which is why most if not all of the music I’ve purchased in the last two years has been from iTunes, and if I can’t find it there, I may be persuaded to buy a CD from Amazon if I really want it bad enough. So I really hope it wasn’t The Police who bitched about the YouTube clips. With what we paid for tickets to see them at Fenway Park later this month (no small fortune), those guys are making a ton of cash! But perhaps there’s going to be a Live Earth DVD set released or maybe video clips thru iTunes and all that free stuff on YouTube is screwing someone else’s bottom line. Save the planet indeed.
Okay, Rockin’ Girl Bloggers! I have to thank the lovely Alexa for giving me a Rockin’ Girl Blogger award, and I’ve dutifully placed the button on my front page! It’s so pretty!!! Thank you sweetie! But that now means (I think) that I need to give it out to five other Rockin’ Girl Bloggers to help spread the love. So, here you are, my five, and why they rock!
Anastasia – Ana rocks for so many reasons. She’s smart, she can write extremely well, she’s sexy, and she’s at least as crazy as I am, which makes her my first choice. She’s also fearless and refuses to take any shit from anyone and in my world that so totally rocks.
Piper – I love Piper! Her sexcapades are hot and tasty and she’s fabulously funny and devilishly sexy! If Lisa and I are ever looking for a third, Piper gets the call!
Aimee – My Aimee, my angel, my friend, my sister. She came into my life quite by accident, a friend of my husband’s who became more to me than I ever expected. She not only rocks, she shatters expectations with the ferocity of a tsunami.
The Butterfly Temptress – So near and dear to my heart, so strong and brave, yet so delicate and fragile. Her spirit, her loyalty, her generosity all rock in the best of ways. She’s become a sister, and like all sisters, the secrets we share form the bonds of love.
engrailed – Not only rocks, but is the heavy metal of rockin’ girl bloggers! Reading engrailed is like stealing glances in the mirror of my own subconscious and my own erotic core. Nothing rocks my world harder than her. Nothing.
It was so hard to pick just five because there are so many grrls out there who so totally rock my world on a regular basis. I hope they will spread the love because if you’re brave enough to put yourself out here, then you already rock, because it isn’t always easy.
Enjoy your Thursday!
Wow thanks Nina :))
I’ve seen the Devil Wears Prada…ohhh ok 4 times, once at the cinema when it came out, and surprisingly enough my son became addicted to Meryl Streep in that movie, he loved every word that came out of her mouth, which meant I had to buy the novel. She gives new life to the concept Boss from Hell.
With music I’m pretty much the same, I get frustrated with it, it’s fair that an artist be paid for their music, but when they do get paid, and have earned enough for a hundred lifetimes and they have hissy fits, then it can be a little over the top. I almost had second thoughts pasting my favorite Metallica song/you tube clip on my page lest Lars from Metallica sniffs it out, like what happened with Napster, then I thought screw that, but it’s become like that.
We had a recent copyright seminar at my work, and all of us nearly fell off our chair when we were told what U2 planned to charge (if our company) decided to use three seconds (yep, three seconds) of one of their recent songs for a commercial, which is fair enough as it’s a commercial issue then, but what of the private individual who doesn’t make a commercial profit from the content. Live Earth was supposed to be a charitable event.