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RealityHealthCheck: How do You Tell When Women Are Done With Sex?
reasoning:
at first, it seems like an easy: sex is over when the male ejaculates. that’s certainly the answer the mainstream media subscribes to -> i’m not even referring to porn, but soap operas, ‘adult’ shows, and anything coming-of-age related. this was a discussion DF and i had frequently, and perhaps part of the reason why i’ m still attached to him -> i’ve never been able to have such an honest talk with anyone else. for him, male ejaculation declaringsex to be over was the biggest fallacy, and we had a very open exchange of pain/pleasure and animalism/human. but the female orgasm is a tricky thing. and the concept that sex ends with orgasm may be even trickier or more complex to articulate.
But often enough in your sex life, you’ll probably find that reaching orgasm once, for you or your partner, doesn’t automatically turn off your or their desire for more sex or other kinds of physical intimacy.
the quest for multiple orgasms seems to be the trophy prize at the end of a sexual conquest, some people think one orgasm: gold medal. multiple orgasms: the stanley cup. but its really to each its own. as Heather Corinna write
s, much more eloquently in her post, sex is more than the physical, but about the parties involved verbalizing what each wants: whether they are satisfied or want to continue for more. maybe the intensity of the first is all you need, or maybe the push for multiple orgasms is for the sole pleasure of one partner. this, of course, can get convoluted by the faking of orgasms, you only have to watch When Harry Met Sally to see how easy it is.
Sometimes, we just aren’t connecting enough physically or emotionally to continue with sex, we get distracted and lose the mood, or just aren’t feeling well or energetic, even if we really wanted to be sexual at first.
i’ve been trying to separate the emotional from the physical in sex b/c i’ve been on the receiving end of ‘no emotional attachment’ so many times, as much as i know i’m setting myself up for pain and failure, i’m determined to be the person who seeks sex out for personal physical pleasure (the 3 P’s!). what i’ve written above about the importance of connecting during sex isn’t contrary to my mission but rather demonstrates why i’ve been having a hard time making it happen. maybe i watch too many romantic comedies and/or maybe i haven’t slept around enough. drunken hookups are a whole other bag. i don’t expect romantic, long relationships from sleeping with someone, i think my fault is i want at least a friendship. we’ve shared this intimate moment, and no matter how raw or animalistic it was, at the end, we’re still human so let’s at least acknowledge what happened. i ’m the girl who still expects a phone call the next day.
email writes: ”Thank you for you support and prayers and willingness to spring into action working with limited info… I know this has been a trying time for her family. If there are any more developments I’ll be sure to pass them along.”
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Last seen in the upper columbia heights area of nw, around 14/16 Sts and park rd/north of park Ed. 12 yrs old, 5′4″, 145lbs. Last seen wearing White sneakers, jeans and blue and white printed Asian-style top.
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own “search and rescue” for her. if alanis morrisette’s “ironic” really had lyrics with such straight irony, zoey’s story would make for a good line. i wonder what she was doing those 6 days she was ‘on the run’ - working on her continued escape plan, foraging for berries and small squirrels to eat? perhaps she was ‘missing’ for so long b/c she is a search & rescue dog, so she knows how not to be found. maybe she felt trapped and did not want to escape from the police life -> where is PETA when you need them to take on a good kidnapping case? or perhaps Zoey wasn’t thinking any of this at all b/c she’s just a dog, a wild animal. my friend AHH once had her beloved dog, Razor, slip out of his collar and run away, she recounts the time as being absolutely scary. luckily and happily, Razor and Zoey are back safe. onward to more days of sniffing and running around.
after a couple of shots of it in some college dorm room, i was done. i understand the appeal in making a drink alcoholic without tasting the alcohol: after some rough whiskey or goldschlager stints, i distinctly remember ordering cosmos for a week straight, plus sometimes you just need to drink out of a martini/cocktail (so you feel like you’re drinking alcohol, so you feel like you’re an adult -> probably a combination of both).






