Monday, May 26, 2008

 
There’s this blogger I stalk – what can I say, I like the man – and a recent post of his got me thinking a little about a certain issue.

Well, it wasn’t the entire post that got me thinking, but rather, just this one line pertaining to male-female relationships: “age does matter”.

This blogger elaborated a little by recounting how a female friend in her early twenties had asked him if men his age (early thirties) would take her seriously. And, no prizes for guessing, his answer was a No. After all, while every hot-blooded male would like to bonk fresh young meat, he may not necessarily think of her as ‘life-long companion’ material.

Because I am also in my early twenties (ok so I’ll be 25 this year, but I’m always gonna try to convince myself that I’m still 21, goddammit!), I quickly got defensive. I mean, at first glance, that blogger seemed to be basically saying that coz older men have attained a certain level of maturity, they wouldn’t find a younger female ideal for the long-term, ie Younger women are less matured, aka stupid.

I pointed out to this blogger that there are exceptions and that one cannot simply judge based on age and occupational level.

But then, just as I typed that out, I caught myself.

Haven’t I been doing the very same thing I’m trying to discourage him from?

I like older men, period. I have absolutely no interest in a guy in his twenties. He may be a gorgeous well-hung horse who can quote Shakespeare, but the moment he tells me he’s in his twenties, I switch off immediately.

But older men… especially those in their forties onwards… I find very attractive. All the talk about having more sexual experience aside, I find them more matured, well-read, well-traveled, interesting to talk to, more secured in their identity, etc. Which kinda partly explains why I’m with an older gentleman myself, lol.

But then, because I have been with him for a number of years now, doesn’t that also prove that I am an exception to the twenty-something females whom older men think of only as possible sexually conquests?

I mean, there’s only this many bonks I can give him before he gets bored – if he was only after my young flesh, so to speak. Surely it means I have some depth, that I can have things in common with an older man, right?

Or maybe, we are just amongst the few older man-younger woman relationships that exist.

Note: my dear twenty-something close female friends who have access to this blog are, I believe, also the exceptions. I’m not that huge a bitch.

Anyway…


Have you ever read a book that’s so good, you feel swept away by the words, the prose, the descriptions?

I’m feeling that way right now reading a collection of short stories by Anais Nin. Erotic short stories.

It’s this:
Delta of Venua
Erotica by Anais Nin

There’s none of the ‘And then he plunged himself into her and she moaned… as she felt herself cumming, she screamed “Ahhhh.. yes yes, I’m cumming… ahhh” and he went “oh yes fuck, fuck fuck fuck… come baby!” And they came together.’

That’s just bad writing… it’s not even a turn-on.

But Anais Nin… she gets me all hot, bothered and flustered. Not just coz she describes the hunt, the sexual acts, but because she puts such feeling into mere words, paints everything with such beautiful prose that it all comes alive, burning with the furious flames of passion.

Here’s a short bit:
“He bent her as if she were mad of rubber, twisted her into every position. With his two strong hands he took whatever part of her he was hungry for and brought it to his mouth like a morsel of food, not caring how the rest of her body fell into space… His slave, his possession, a broken body, panting, malleable, growing softer under his fingers. His hands searched every nook of her body, leaving nothing untouched, kneading it, kneading it to suit his fancy, bending it to suit his mouth, his tongue, pressing it against his big shinning white teeth, marking her as his.”

And as I read, I imagined it all, very clearly in my mind, and then, my body.

I’m not sharing the bits I really really really like with you.


But this, ladies and gentlemen, IS erotica for you. Not all the crap floating around these days. Like Anais Nin said, “ Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You have taught us more than anyone I know how wrong it is not to mix it with emotion, hunger, desire, lust, whims, caprices, personal ties, deeper relationships that change its color, flavour, rhythms, intensities.’

So ya, because I was reading her stories, I was extremely horny last week.. he kindly obliged me.

I’ve been careful to read really slowly.. so that it’ll last as long as possible… still got more stories to go.

Sigh… and he’s away this entire week. Think I shan’t look at the book til he returns.

And on that note… I’m logging off.

PS: I know I haven’t uploaded my Europe trip pics yet… give me time… I’ve lots of work to do, after all.. between reading erotica and getting some myself ;)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

 

Germany Postcards

Ok... coz I needed a work break, I decided to work on my holiday photographs.

Cos this is supposed to be a 'nameless' blog, there's no pics of myself.. just lots of scenery.

Considering that I spent most of my money on food, drinks, books and sightseeing.. well, you know the sort of pics you're gonna get.

I just realised some of the pics I took were crap in terms of exposure etc.. so bear with it.. I didn't pay too much attention to my camera settings once my holiday started.


First up... food!

This is in a pub in Dusseldorf... where I had to travel to for work each day. We were staying in Koln (pronounced 'Cologne' - this is the English spelling of the place too), about a 20min train ride away. On our last work evening, we decided to treat ourselves to a extra nice meal.

Lots of pubs like this in Germany...


We were a little ambitious in ordering our starters... on the left is a platter of cold cuts; on the right is jellied meat with potatoes - sorta like ham. By ordering like that, we got variety and were able to sample different meats. As always, it comes with German bread, which I've fallen in love with.


One of the items on the cold cuts platter was raw minced pork. It can sound rather disgusting, coz we dun normally eat pork this way... but if I didn't tell you what it was, you'll look and taste it and think it was minced smoked salmon. Very nice spread on bread.


We shared a hot dish for the main course - a variety of sausages and some black pudding. And yes, the black pudding is the one that's the darkest.
This was a nice dish... but a little too salty for my liking.


Dessert was yummy... sorta like berries with cream... the sourness of the berries helped cut the saltiness of the main course.. and coz I love all the different types of berries, I enjoyed this course a lot.


Our place in Koln was very very nice and comfortable... it was in the SG equivalent of a shophouse, a 2-storey apartment (sorta). There were cooking facilities which we didn't bother to use in the upper floor which functioned as a sorta living-cum-dining room. The lower level was the bedroom and toilet. And it was extremely affordable, in comparison to the hotels there. I guess when you're staying somewhere for a week, however nice a hotel room may be, there's just something about a place that looks like a proper home that's just extra comforting.


One thing I did like a lot about Germany was the trees and flowers... lots of cherry blossom trees, colorful flowers... and coz it's temperate climate, the grass is of course different, the field not quite so muddy, and a pleasure to sit down on.


And now I'm getting back to work... more to come...

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I wish you'll realise just how smart and beautiful you are... if you do care for him, you'll let him go, so he'll learn that he cannot get away with such actions and hopefully, he wun hit the next girl he gets together with.
Forgive him, yes... you should forgive him... but you have to let him go, for his sake, and yours. There's only this many times you can protect and defend him - dun let the last time you defend him be the time you're lying in hospital. Even if you dun care about your own well-being, you should make sure your parents dun have to suffer seeing his blows on their daughter's face.

Friday, May 09, 2008

 

In SG

This is just to let you guys know I’m back in SG.. and I wish someone had warned me that the weather would be total shit.

Some pics and more blogging to come.. for now, excuse me while I go enjoy my mum’s cooking.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

 

Bonjour

Ok, so I’m now in the capital city of Paris.

Arrived about 4-plus in the afternoon… it was surprisingly painless, getting to the hostel. Then I walked around the area… seems like a sorta migrant area – lots of Africans, Chinese, Arabs, Turks etc.

Now I’m back in the hostel, after dinner… there’s free wireless – pity my laptop can’t get the wifi from my bed, so I’m downstairs..

I’m in a weird mood – feel like I wanna be alone.. as in, away from people… but with Him. He went off somewhere else this morning, and I went to Paris… I’m back in SG late next week, and then He’ll follow the following week.

It’s not too bad if I’m in SG and He’s away, coz I’m like, HOME. Or if I was staying in Germany instead of coming to Paris, I think I wouldn’t be feeling so lousy, coz Germany is kinda like a familiar place now.

But Paris is soooo new for me… and it doesn’t help that the locals are soooo stuck-up. The Germans seem much nicer, after I’ve encountered the French. But I keep telling myself that I’m in capital city, so maybe things are different.

But I can’t help wishing He was here with me… then, when walking down the streets earlier in the evening, He’ll be pointing out lots of things to me, talking to me.

But I know this is kinda like, just how I’m supposed to be feeling, after having spent an entire week with Him almost 24/7.

Tomorrow, I’m going for a free tour of the St Michel area… and apparently the first Sunday of every month (which I’m conveniently at) is free entry at museums.

So the idea is to just pack my time with so many activities… time will just fly by soooo quickly… then I’ll be back in germany for a night, before I head home.

Oh… I really do miss Him.