That’s because it’s so mindbogglingly big
For you I always think of your thing
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that thing you sent me.
-Peterpotamus would be proud
Tulip: Symbol of The Perfect Lover
Not so perfect after she’s been deflowered…
I would argue, cannot be perfect until after – do you really want a complete newbie, to whom you have to teach *everything*?
Don’t know. Never had the opportunity.
OMG did he die?
No, I got married. There are some similarities.
I find it tends to work out best if you both assume that you know what you enjoy, but you’re going to have to teach each other what that is, help each other find exactly where your erogenous zones are(particularly the neck ones; some of the others are more obvious), what is the best angle and speed for you for coitus…
It takes a lot of work and communications to determine if a zone is currently erogenous or erroneous.
Delicately and elegantly put.
My husband and I were both newbies…it was pretty awesome
Wow! That has to be a rarity these days. (Of course, I have no idea how long ago that was, but I think I recall you saying something about being a child of the ’70s.)
Married for 12 years…might have had something to do with us both being the unpopular types in highschool, and never having anyone interested enough to lead us down the path of temptation! And then both of us being just the quiet, studious types in college (no drinking or partying). So when we met, we were both newbies and had to learn together, which was fun.
Though, I could see how it would be daunting to teach someone everything…
I was a complete nerd who had a job and strict parents in high school, so when I got to college I did the sensible thing and reinvented myself as the freakiest, craziest, wildest thing in an era when freakiness was quite the fashion. Of course, most of my friends then did the sensible thing after college and settled down. Me, I just found new friends, you know, the ragamuffin drunken people and psychotics!
This sentiment would have been appropriate when I was, say, 16.
This person can’t keep their mind off of that person’s thing. I bet the one who’s attached to that thing can’t keep their hands off of it.
I know exactly what Japanese phrase someone translated a little too literally here…
Too bad they didn’t got for “I like you”, which would have ended up as “I like your thing”…
Way for the Japanese to generalize.
That thing, you know that thing we was talking about, I took care of that.
I always think about my mans thing too. I need to get him this card.
“Guys, you know you better watch out,
Some girls, some girls are only about
That thing, that thing, that thi-i-i-ing.”
“Get up get it out and
groove it in and out and
move it up and down and
ALL YOU GOT TO DO IS”
It is the fuzzy anther he has on the end of his stamen that fire the desires in her thoughts.
She had no stigma about pointing a pistil at him with style until she got what she wanted.
Two wins for PoodleGroomer – can’t resist flower porn.
What could be better than roses on a piano?? Tulips on an organ.
He spread his colors wide open and dusted himself with a sweet powder that made them swarm. He was ready to give it all to the first worker bee wanting to gobble his load. He changed his mind and decided to go slow and share a piece with all the worker bees that came by.
The worker bee then came over, buzzed her, cleaned her pistil, and shared some sweetness till they both got what they needed.
Yep, I’m just fascinated by that wonderful cock device.
“I wish you would get it fixed”
I’m not the only one to be a little weirded out to have my thing look like a flower right?
There is a woman artist who specializes in producing paintings of flowers that look very much like vaginas. She puts them on dinner plates. I swear I am not making this up!
Georgia O’Keeffe.
oh my god. does she do it on purpose??? lol!
Very much so! I couldn’t think of her name, and for some reason at that moment it just didn’t occur to me to google “dinner plate vaginas,” although I’m sure that would have worked. Don’t get me wrong; I’m quite fond of, shall we say, close facial encounters with female anatomy. But not at dinner.
ummm… Judy Chicago actually
Okay, from what I’ve been able to research (and the visual arts is one area in which I am an almost total ignoramus), it appears that Georgia O’Keefe did make some paintings which were considered to be using flowers as symbols for vaginas. However, Judy Chicago was the one who put vagina-like flowers on dinner plates, each “representing” a famous feminist, which then became a museum exhibit. She is undoubtedly the one I was thinking of.
Just the right plates for serving cherry pie!
Accompanied by Madonna’s “Like A Virgin.”
What about the flowers sequence in “The Wall”? That messed with my head the first time I saw it. Of course, I did make the mistake of trying to watch the film without any chemical enhancements to the psyche beforehand.
I have some friends who were old hippies (okay, I have LOTS of friends who were old hippies), but this particular pair had not been to a concert in decades. But Pink Floyd was in town and so they laid in a few funny cigarettes to take to the concert, without realizing that–utterly unlike when I saw them back in the ’70s–open drug use at concerts is no longer the norm, and in fact in most venues is likely to bring your experience of the concert to a screeching halt, as security hauls you off! In fact, often you can’t smoke ANYTHING! Now, I have learned to appreciate even the trippiest music without chemicals except those internally generated, but not all of us old flower children have learned the art.
If I had a nickel very time I heard that…
You’d have five cents.
And I would have a dollar.