Series of Unfortunate Events

When I find myself faced with a stream of events that is disappointing, hurtful or sad my libidio shrivels up and dies. I often imagine my ovaries packing their little suitcases and heading out the door saying over their imagined shoulders in a grumpy old man voice, "and we're taking the tubes with us".


It's difficult to write about sexuality when the hormone makers have left the building. Things are put in a perspective that sex has no right to be in. The BIG picture sucks! I would much rather tend to things immediately and not let it drag on into the future. But alas, I do not have control over what other people want to keep alive and how to filter it out.

So Valentine's Day was a fiasco, and yesterday was not any better so I'm not feeling too sexy. I popped over to Flickr and even that didn't help. So I googled naughty because by definition it is being badly behaved, wicked and disobedient and it was pretty funny. I especially like the child covered in panty liners photo and the first place goat that came up on the image search. Now I get the whole lost in translation thing but why would a photo of a cop from a Bollywood movie come up? I really need to start tagging my posts with more variety!


Luscious proved to be an even better search, I got vanilla flavored condoms, a bowling ball illustration with arrow pointing to the "three luscious holes, many many woman and some chocolate to boot. 


Next I googled sex thinking there was bound to be some sort of eye candy that would coax the little grumpy guy ovaries back into the barn and well...a photo of Prince Harry groping some poor blonde's tits didn't do it for me. The link to porn hub came up and I considered it for a moment but the house isn't empty and won't be for some time so my porn research will have to wait.


(Sipping green tea and pondering)


Then I found a book called, "The Ancient Book of Sex and Science" and ta-da...my morning was made! Okay, maybe not my whole morning, I'm still tired and I have to take the puppy out for a long walk but it is something.


My vagina may still be on strike but...at least there is some fun artwork to pass the time.