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Let’s face it, the first time we have sex sucks. The circumstances may be great and whatever but the first time sucks. If you’re lucky you get someone who knows what they’re doing or is attentive enough to know how to please you when you’re young, so that it’s enjoyable for you from the start.

Some of us aren’t so lucky and we get well into our twenties before we get anyone good. Such was my situation. If you go through life not knowing how good it can be, you can easily fool yourself into thinking what you’ve got is fine because you don’t know what you like.

I think a lot of people go their whole lives without having a really good sexual experience, or experience an orgasm for that matter. In retrospect I think of how much I was missing and am glad I’m not anymore.

But I wonder, how do you learn things like this, what you like and don’t without being promiscuous? By watching XXX rated films? Isn’t most of that about money shots and women servicing men? How does a female learn anything from that? I wonder too why it’s so unacceptable for women to talk about sex and participate in the experimentation that men enjoy without reprisal?

Just for fun I went and found a porn star name generator…

My porn star name is Sarah Moan.
What’s your sexalicious porn star name?

What if I went to a bar every other night and picked up a new guy and brought him home, had a great romp in the hay and pushed him out the door the next morning with his boots on, keeping his hat as a souvenir?

I think a man keeping a woman’s panties being deemed as sexy and conquerors, keeping a man’s hat can be the same for a woman. We always look good in men’s things, and make them look better even.

Back to the point, I would like to know how you learn what good sex is when you have bad examples. Romance novels? I’ve read a few and some of them are indeed juicy, is that where we’re to learn about the joys of our bodies at the hand of a lover? Where did you learn about great sex? Do you think you have great sex?

I made up this survey to see what you have experienced, please take it, it’s a way to comment while staying anonymous.

Great sex

How do you learn about sex and what you like?

Where did you learn about good sex?

Create your own poll
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Isn’t this fun. Being naughty is very fun I’ll update a post later after you have all answered the poll.

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I have a question before we get to the GirlFriday fun….is kissing a sport?

We all know it’s fun, unless you’re kissing family. But would you say you kiss just to be kissing, or you’re expecting a little sumthin sumthin at the end of all that?

I have a friend, and she knows who she is, that had a kissing contest once upon a time, competing against a cousin for who could kiss more people. What a quest that was! It was like a scavenger hunt to find men that would kiss her without expecting more in return, and also that weren’t worried that their girlfriends would find out. That was some crazy fun!

But what do you think, is kissing a sport that’s just for fun with a bonus if it goes farther, or is it a means to an end for you?

Thank you in advance for your comments…

There’s a hilarious post by JD at I Do Things that you shouldn’t miss, it’s the funniest thing I’ve read in a while.

I’m changing it up on ya this Friday, no videos, just funny photos. I’m not going to let GirlFriday get stale with YouTube videos…we’ll keep it spontaneous here….so enjoy!

Great shot eh? LOL Fridays are great days even for cats! Yes, I’m a cat lover…but here’s one for all you dog lovers…

I’ve been looking for Friday morning since Sunday night and I’m so glad it’s here! The DH and I are going to get outta the house tomorrow and drop the munchkin off to a family member who likes him enough to babysit and we’re off to play foosball at Main Event, maybe even some Skeeball…I’d like to rent Juno and watch it to…he won’t go see Baby Mama with me, DH thinks the blond chick looks horribly wrong somehow, lol.

So enjoy your Friday everyone, please comment on what you think about kissing…or how kissing has evolved for you even…that could be interesting…anxious to hear your thoughts!

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On the radio this morning the topic was men in the delivery room as their children are being delivered?

Definately. They OWE us! Now if you hate the man or you tend to get violent when you’re in pain, yeah maybe the man shouldn’t be in there, but otherwise, they owe us that much! No copping out because you have a weak constitution, get over it and MAN UP! Like Mel (my favorite DJ) said.

Go watch some of the most disgusting movies ever if you have to to prepare, but for all the flatulence, tactless criticism, dirty socks on the floor, clothes everywhere, making us mother you and a whole host of other things we put up with that I won’t go into here, they owe us this support.

Then of course there’s the argument that if the man is there…he’ll have sexual issues later, not buying that either, the only fun thing in that whole ordeal is the making of the baby…

Don’t you think it scares the HELL out of us to have to go through that? Oh yeah, we handle it really well some of us do, and some of us not so much, but if you’re one of those women like me that internalizes everything, Dad may come away thinking that it was a cakewalk.

NOT SO!

My son’s birth, while the reward is one that just keeps on giving, the experience of child birth for me is not something I am at all anxious to do again. All of my sisters have had one day deliveries, not a cake walk, but easier than mine no doubt, and they all want more. Not me.

No, no, and HELL NO.

We’ll just say that it was the worst three days of my life until the end. On a Sunday morning in July of 1997 at 10:52 a.m. my son was born and it was glorious…and I was exhausted.

I think a man that is able to create a child should be there next to the poor soul who must bear it. Men cannot even fathom what occurs within the body during that nine months, forget about those hours of labor. There is incessant discomfort, changes in the body you never imagined, feelings that can’t be predicted, cravings that aren’t expected and that gross even you out. They owe us that support.

Yes man, you should be there when your child is born, you should be chomping at the bit to be the first person your child sees. What a bonding experience for Dad that is. This is the reason I think men have a hard time sometimes bonding with their children, they’re scared. They don’t know what to do, or if they’re doing it wrong when they are doing something. It’s confusing, the whole damn process is a bit freaky if you ask me. I’m still getting freaked out, and he’s 10 now!

This isn’t easy for the ladies either and we get scared too, but real men go through it as much as possible with the mothers of their children because if she can do it, he can do it. (How’s that for a flip? LOL)

What are your thoughts on this, any particular experiences or stories you’d like to share? Speak up people!

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Problogger asked his Twitter followers if they were to write a last post ever, what would it be about. I was late to the whole thing, so I read it backwards from (this is paraphrasing by the way)…what’s keeping you from writing your “last post”, to, thank you all for your titles, they sound great and some of them really need to be written, to, if all of you were to write your “last post” what would the title be, what would it be about?

Reading things backwards seems to be a trend. So on the spot I decided my last post ever on MouthyGirl.com would be this, “Nobody’s Bitch”. Got a nice ring to it right? Say it to yourself, “I’m NOBODY’S Bitch!” Now say it with conviction! “I’m NOBODY’S Bitch!”

Now say it like you mean it. “I’M NOBODY’S BITCH!”

Didn’t that feel good? Great. Because you’re not. Anybody’s. Bitch.

Yeah it comes off vulgar, and I know many variations of this that are much worse, so trust me that’s nothing. Today we’re going to talk about being assertive and standing up for yourself.

First things first, stop saying yes to everything. Say No. Even if it’s a small No, say No. Next, stop being pushed into things you don’t want to do, don’t feel obligated. Be reasonable with this.

Understandably there will be times you have to do something you don’t really want to do, that’s just life, but ultimately, you’re nobody’s bitch, so don’t behave that way.

Next let’s talk about being assertive and sounding more like you mean business. I can thank a local newscast last night for this information.

Don’t speak in a manner than ends your sentence with a question, unless it’s a question. And sit or stand up straight when you speak so that your delivery isn’t hindered by your appearance. Look like you mean business and people will pay attention to you.

Finally, don’t end your sentences with a question. I myself am super guilty of this, I end almost every sentence with, “you know?” I’m confident that it annoys the crap out of people. But I’ve done that for a long time, it insures I’m being heard, but from today forward people…you either listen or you don’t. If you don’t, you might miss something.

No one I ever talk to in real life ever reads this, so this’ll be a shocker to them, you know? LOL. JK.

Go forth, be your own Bitch!

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We’d like to think it doesn’t happen anymore, that women don’t have to deal with this kind of disrespect in this new millennium, but that’s not so. Women are still being abused and beaten. Children are still having to watch their mother’s be beaten wondering if they’re next, often they are.

Abuse isn’t only physical, it takes many forms, verbal abuse is sometimes even more cruel that physical abuse because the way you think is the target of the abuser. I know what it’s like to be told you don’t know what you’re talking about and, “Shut up stupid” and various other insults and dismissives if you hear it enough you start to believe it, you can’t help it if someone that you think loves you says that to you. The sad thing is that people like that can’t love anyone because they don’t love themselves.

Respect starts from within, Love starts from within they are emotions you have to feel within yourself in order to be able to apply those feelings to others. If you don’t, you can’t relate to how that feels and understand that you don’t hurt those you love.

The National Domestic Abuse Hotline is there to help you form an escape plan to get out of your situation if you are afraid to leave of your own volition.

February 7, 2007 That National Domestic Violence Hotline and Liz Claiborne, Inc. announced the launch of LoveisRespect.org the National Teen Dating Abuse Hotline. It’s hard to imagine that our kids could be dating someone that is abusing them, or worse, they are the abuser. I have a son, and while it’s hard for me to imagine that he would be that kind of a person, I recognize the need to teach him to respect himself and others.

You can take a quiz on the site to find out if your relationship is what it should be or if it needs a makeover. You can sign up to receive the Real Love eNewsletter a well. The LoveIsRespect.org blog has real questions and answers about things that teens are dealing with today.

Not only women are the subject of abuse, someone in my own family who is female has a history of abuse, verbal and physical against family and partners. Men get abused as well, and worse they are chastised for it because they’re men. But they face a double standard in this instance, they’re raised not to strike a woman, never lay hands on a woman and here’s this woman provoking and abusing him!

Sadly these women know the power that we hold as victims and usually are successful in making it appear as self defense and sometimes the man who is the victim is further victimized because police can’t tell and they take him to jail.

If you know someone that is being abused or you are being abused, call 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or visit The National Domestic Violence Hotline website. The website also has an alert that pops up to warn you that your computer could be monitored, and if you think that’s a possibility not to visit the page and just call.

Additionally, if you know your pc is not monitored but you don’t want to be caught, there is an escape button in the top right corner of the page that redirects you back to your homepage. You are encouraged to test it immediately upon landing on the page to be sure that it works.

MouthyGirl advocates knowing your voice, hearing your own voice and marching to your own drum, not letting anyone try to steal that from you. You deserve better than that.

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A normal day, like all the others, alarm clock screams at my ass to get up, so I do, pissed that it remembered to go off, or that the electricity didn’t flicker last night, pick one and that’s the reason today.

I go through the daily drudge, kiss the man before he goes to work, this overtime is a real strain on the sleeping, then I start my getting ready routine. Feed cats, shower, dry & straighten hair, makeup, brush teeth, all the while watching videos on the music channels, trying to force myself into a positive, musical mood. The alternative is not a good one.

I get to work and the reality of my boss’ situation rains down on me like so much rain in the thunderstorms Texas skies breed readily these days. Ten minutes from this office there is a man who may lose his wife, to which he still calls “his bride”. I don’t know much about their lives, or their family or history, but I know that were I faced with a monster that size, I would probably cow in the corner begging for mercy.

The history can be found on her blog, www.ShanaBearden.com a site I built for them so he could keep the family and friends (of which they have many) up to date without the strain of exhaustive emails and phone calls.

Life is so very delicate, short and fleeting. I find myself thankful that the only sickness we are dealing with is my son’s sore throat. That’s easy. It’s touch and go for them, tensions are high and he still has a business to run. These must be days where he wishes he worked for someone else and could take family time.

There’s always someone who has it worse. Please keep them in your thoughts today, pray for them if you do, send well wishes their way or in whatever way you can send positive thoughts.

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So I log into MommyTalk.com today and I’m looking at my pimp 80’s page, you should totally check it out by the way…and I pop over to the star talk section and read my horoscope…check it out:

ARIES (March 21-April 19)

The shivers of excitement intensify as you perceive and declare the new turf upon which you stand. Concentrate on taking it all in through your vigilant sensors. Savor the experience of a new stage of life before you. In this instant you do not need to determine everything all you’re going to do with this platform. Resist the urge to take off on more tangents that your protractor can cover. In fact, spin that angle figuring device just a tad to protract your planning. Redefine the ultimate goal of any quest before engaging with your impatient energies of initiation. What do you need? What do you want? How long is all this supposed to take? Do you have your ducks in a row? Can you maintain your enthusiasm for this journey for the duration? Should solid preparation trigger the green lights on the road ahead, the race to come thrills your instincts.

We’ve got instinct being thrilled, new turf and resisting urges. Sounds just like me!

So okay, if you’re the observant type, you know that my birthday is coming. It was supposed to be April Fools Day. My older sister is named April, so the story is told that I was willful even in the womb, and had no desire whatsoever to be dubbed “April’s Little Fool”, this girl is nobody’s fool. LOL. I believe the hype, do you?

To be precise, it’s Saturday. I waited seven long years for another Saturday birthday…last time I was turning 22. Freshly liberated from a going nowhere marriage. (Well he wasn’t going anywhere, however I was going insane.) I was happy, go lucky, wild, carefree and all about gettin’ what’s mine and daring people to tell me “No”. I won most of my battles, did lose a few.

I’ve got scars to prove it. Being a single mother isn’t for chumps. I’m sorry I’m reminiscing, feel free to stop reading now and pretend you’re not bored out of your mind. I remember those times so fondly, I had so much fun, I was totally broke, but I was having fun! It was all me, no glory sharing - no spotlight sharing, I was number 1. I was cool with that.

Nights get lonely y’all I can’t lie. Here was my philosophy after my divorce, I finalized that in May 2002, I don’t recall the exact day because I celebrated all month baby!

Anyways, my philosophy was that I would spend a few years working on me, finding out what I want out of life, living like there was no tomorrow and making my son the man in my life. We had date nights, movie nights, fun times, great times. Those years are made of great memories and hard work and earned wisdom.

But then after about two years, I got tired of not having a steady guy. I’m a one man girl really. I think some of you might be surprised at some of my conservative views, but I found my DH shortly after I decided I wanted a relationship instead of just you know, dating. It was fun though and I met a lot of people and enjoyed myself immensely. I spent every other weekend with my best friend, well almost every other weekend, in her small town, drinking and hanging out.

I’m still a drinker, and we’re both still rowdy. We’ve both had our share of hard times in between then and now. But now I’m turning 2 9.

Ouch. It hurt to say that and lay it bare for the world. I know you’ll chastise me for being so concerned about … you know … but didn’t you feel this way when you were inching up on 3 0? Ouch. Shet.

Although I think my 30’s will be filled with good things and great memories and maybe I can even work in a cool vacation or two, maybe a road trip. (I do have a laptop - it is portable). Saying goodbye however to my 20’s is not easy. Most of it I spent liberated, it’s only been the last three years of cohabitation that have seemed to settle me some. But only some.

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