The 30-something DILF landlord next door keeps coming over to chat with me when I’m working in the yard. I don’t mind at all, but I had to actually excuse myself today because I’d literally watered everything in the front yard including the grass. I think he may want me to plant something in his garden as well.

When you’re on a date with someone and they take off their shirt and apologize for being so hairy (front and back) and inside you’re just doing a happy dance because you feel you won the lottery. And you’re like “it’s totally ok, I like furry men” and all you can think of is rubbing up against that pelt like a cat in heat.

For those who don’t follow me on FB or IG, some works in progress, and one completed. Yes, all very different. It’s what happens when you teach.

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About 2 years ago, I started working a 6 year old American Saddlebred Stallion, barn name of "Rubbish". I had no intentions of getting a horse, but we ended up adopting each other. I don't like stallions: They're agressive, need tons of work to keep from getting bored, especially during breeding season, they can be mean, they can't be worked ( Read more... )

So, for the past 4 months, I have been a ceramics teacher and studio manager at Valley Arts Association. I am FUCKING LOVING IT. My students rock, and the classes are going very well. I take Mondays off, as I work weekends: Saturday at the barn, and Sunday at I teach. Of course, "Taking Mondays Off" ACTUALLY means that I don't drive the 30 ( Read more... )

That moment when an old boyfriend, a minor celebrity in the gay circles (vocal and fitness model and wanna be author {terrible: couldn't read a whole page it was that bad}) has a online profile entitled "Hung4head" and talks on how he likes to satisfy "Power Muscle Bottoms". And I'm like HUNG?!? HUNG???????? Since WHEN? Is there a surgery for ( Read more... )

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEE!!!!!

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