If you have a little money to spare and a full tank of gas, yard sales and community rummage/ bakes sales are lots of fun. They are a mini adventure, each one is unique and you really never know what odd thing you will come across. It's almost like reading someone's journal to see what's for sale in their yard.

Don't go expecting to find your fortune in what someone else is tossing out. It's rare that someone sells a priceless antique for a quarter. Though the most likely are the seniors who think the stuff they grew up with is just junk. Don't laugh, I bet you think the same way about a lot of that junk you've thrown out over the years. Lately, there is more talk about collecting. Which, of course, really makes all that stuff even more useless. After all, it's only worth something if it's hard to find. If everyone is collecting the same thing it won't be worth anything, not even what you paid for it in the first place.

Anyway, back to the pleasures of vintage driveway shopping. I like looking at all the junk. The books marked down to 5 cents from a dollar originally. You know those have seen more than just one garage sale. Then there is the priceless artwork. Some of it a pretty print that got boring, some of it homemade from that pottery class 3 years ago. Have you ever bought the homemade stuff? I find most of it unappealing. But I have bought a print or two. I especially like those big eyed girls from the 70's. I seldom see them though I did come across some on EBay. But, EBay isn't as much fun as a real garage sale. It's too easy for one thing. You don't get the full thrill of a "find!" on EBay.

I look at the clothes too. Not to wear any of them. Nope, I look at the fabric, the fastenings and the fripperies. I like to think of how I could adapt those old clothes into something new and magnificent. Maybe a backpack. I've yet to find or create the ultimate backpack. That isn't keeping me from going on with the project though. I've got tons of fabric and the odd, really cool zipper too.

All that kitchenware too. When we were newly married I actually did buy someone's used up pots and pans. I didn't like it though. It seemed so unsanitary. You can bet I scrubbed them well before I ever cooked in them. It's kind of funny though. It's not like they weren't using them to cook the same food from the same stores as I was. I just didn't like the idea of cooking in someone's leftovers I guess.

Of course, kitchen appliances and gadgetry are exempt from that. Haven't you always wanted a juice machine, a bread machine, a deep fryer, a steamer, an ice cream maker! How exciting to find them going cheap and never used at a garage sale! Of course, chances are they will sit, unused in your cupboard too. But, still...

Now I'm getting all nostalgic and percolating at the thought of yard sales to come. It won't be long now. Here at least, it should start up in the next couple of weekends. Likely in the south they are already deep into the drive by shopping scene.

I've never found a vibrator that I like. They aren't comfortable. You might be thinking vibrators aren't exactly bought for comfort. But, in a way they are. You want one that feels good. Mine never do.

Plus, they tend to disappear when I move. I don't know where the last one I bought went to. I had it in a box packed with various other things. I can only think someone poked through my things and took it. I doubt anyone would steal some else's vibrator so likely it was someone deciding I shouldn't have one. People are just too damn nosy and self righteous.

But, I don't especially care. As I said, I've never really become attached to them. The one my husband bought for the honeymoon was the same as all the rest. We only used it once. When we divorced I left all the toys with him. The only ones I ever really used were the ben wa ball type things. Of course, they were meant to be used anally but I found them much more fun as a pussy toy.

Anyway, I'm getting into the range of typing more than I really want anyone to know. Eventually I'll find another lover (one who actually enjoys sex) and then where will you all be? Probably reading about how he farted in bed! LOL

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday March 24, 2003  

Shhh... I have to type softly, he's still sleeping. But while it's all still fresh in my mind and on my skin, I wanted to tell you my secret bedroom confession. Of course, I'm only telling this to you cause... well... I don't really know why. I guess it's like that whole mountain climbing thing, you were there at the time.

It all started when he saw me at the McDonalds. I just wanted a coffee but I was all out of change. Pretty sad, and I really needed a coffee. I turned to face him, knowing already that a hunky looking guy was behind me in line. I'd spent all the 4 minutes he was there brushing my behind against his jacket. I'm sure he noticed me.

Anyway, I smiled and let my coat slip away from my breasts. I wasn't wearing much of a shirt. It was a hot day, in more than one way, if I know what I mean. He looked, I knew he would. But, he didn't say anything to me. Just reached out to the counter and put a dollar down. It was enough for my coffee. Then he brushed past me and told the cashier to add his own order to that. I had to wait for my coffee. I was kind of annoyed, I'm not a girl who's used to waiting.

He pretty much ignored me. But I put that down to playing some kind of hard to get game. Men that say I'm too easy tend to like that kind of game. I think they just want the chase. So I let them.

I took my coffee from his tray and then sat down, one seat away from him. He ate his lunch, a greasy burger and fries and he seemed to forget all about me. Of course, I'm ME! So I knew he was just playing that game.

I finished my coffee, I wanted to be ready when he was. He was ready, boy was he ready! In just a few seconds he surprised me, picking me up and carrying me out the door. I only just managed to grab my purse! I think he even took his tray to the garbage. That was thoughtful. The other customers in the store looked surprised but no one did anything, other than gape at us.

I didn't really say much. What was there to say? He seemed to know what he was doing and I knew damn well what I wanted. Words would just get in the way. Besides, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell or ask names or much of anything else.

We ended up going to his place. It's not the home of a neat freak that's for sure. But, since he made a beeline for the bed I didn't spend much time looking around. I did notice this computer and I wondered if we had ever met online. Maybe this would really be our second date. But, I didn't have time to ask him if he was into cyber sex. He was yanking off my clothes as if I were some mannequin or blow up doll. Now that I think about it, I can see some suspicious looking plastic under his bed.

Anyway, the sex was good. Fast, hard and deep. He rocked my world for about 15 minutes. At least I did manage to have an orgasm before he passed out.

So, here I am. My shirt got ripped so I've taken one from his closet. So far I haven't found my other boot. I did find his wallet though. His name's Wally, of all things. I can't believe I slept with a Wally. Well, now you know.

Do you think about why you blog or keep an online journal, assuming you are one of the many who do?

For me it's part yap therapy (keeping that idea that someone out there is listening to me) and part seeking eternal and very enviable fame. The fame part sounds better, less wimpy than saying I'm lonely or looking for sympathy. Who wants to be seen that way?

But, when you write, if you really write and not just make impersonal notes or detached observations, you have to write with your heart and your soul. The brain can only do so much on it's own. At least that's my theory.

That doesn't make it easy. Exposing your tender bits is never going to be easy. If you didn't care they wouldn't be tender bits. If you stop caring your words will be empty and lifeless, just letters typed on paper.

So, how do you balance exposing yourself with keeping a few shreds of pride and a sense of self? Or can you? I know I've written things at BackWash that I had second thoughts about. One reason I don't go back over my old columns is that I know how hard it would be to resist the temptation to edit them. I don't mean a spell check or grammar type edit.

Anyway, life keeps things interesting. Writing about it all just makes it all that much more public, and interesting for someone else. At least in theory.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Tuesday March 18, 2003  

Mistress Sarah, my co-moderator in the BDSM community, wrote about what she wants in a man. We don't want the same things. What does it say about a woman, to see what she wants in a man?

I want a man who will pick me up from work and tell me he has arranged a motel room for the night. We share the shower and then the bed. Later a pizza or Chinese take out.

I want a man who will notice when I flash him, even when he's busy with something else.

I want a man who will take his time shaving each morning, knowing how much I like watching him doing 'manly' things.

I want a man who likes a saucy wench and gives my bottom a smack.

I want a man who will wrestle with me but knows it can be just as much fun when he loses.

I want a man who knows I'm a lady but loves it when I treat him like a whore.

I want a man who loves my breasts but doesn't stop there - belly, thighs, back, bottom and all those other places I love to be touched, caressed, sucked and kneaded.

I want a man who will come fresh from the shower, lie on the bed and dare me to do my worst. I want to laugh and come up with new ways to out do whatever I did last time.

I want to fall asleep beside him, wake up in the middle of the night and tie him to the bed. I'd spend the night tormenting him, taking advantage of him and laughing with him about it all.

I want a man who will dare me to take off my panties in the restaurant, under the table and put them in his pocket.

I want a man who likes to make love outside, not for the risk of being caught but for the primitiveness of it.

I want a man who hears me run the shower and comes in to watch and scrub my back. I'd give him something to watch.

I want a man who can play the 'Daddy' games without just sounding like a dirty old man or some idiot with an erection.

I want to try a rape fantasy and kidnapping, with a man I trust and know well enough to enjoy those with. I want to do the same to him.

I've been considering attending one of those BDSM munches in my area. But, I don't have high hopes for meeting anyone. Part of the problem is that I want more than a dirty old man. I'd like someone who looks for more than relief for his blue ball problem when he meets women.

If I go to the munch I'll let you know.