Decidely UnSexy

I haven't felt very sexy for the past week now... mostly becuase I've been sick. Turns out I had an abcessed wisdom tooth that had to be taken out with an emergency extraction. Had a good conversation with T R on Wednesday night after weeks of him missing me online or I missing him online.

THE MOVE is coming up shortly, so I won't be able to post as much as I'd like to for a few weeks. After August 3 or 4, I'll not even be online. At least not until the move is done.

Late HNT

Erosblog makes me snort.

Eros Blog always has a way to make me laugh. This week it's this particular post and accompanying pic:

It’s amazing the pictures that roam around on the internets. It turns out making things out of balloons can be more entertaining that we ever imagined:

Webcamming and other stuff.

Just a little observation here: Since when did owning a webcam make someone a slut? I mean, I have the cam so that people I chat with can see what I look like, to reassure themselves that I'm not some fifty year old pervert behind the anonymity of a computer screen.

I understand that when you enter a Yahoo!Chat room in the 'romance' section, certain things can be inferred. One thing is that you're looking to talk to some one about *gasp* sex. Another thing is that you're not afraid to talk about sex.

But it should never be inferred that you're a slut with a cam just for being in a room.

It's not nice.

There are parasites out there in the chatting community. They're like leeches, really. They scent blood and hang on for dear life see that little cam/mic icon next to your name and assume you're going to give them a free show. They always want to view you and if they have a cam they 'allow' you to view them, and expect you to show them more than you want too right away.

This scenario happened to me today when I went into Yahoo!Chat, just looking for someone to talk to. Maybe to advertise the old blog a little. But immediately I'm bombarded by "wanna see your cam", "let me see your bewbs", or "hey baby what's up".

And the bad thing is you can't shake these leeches off with a simple no.

They just keep messaging.

Sometimes you come across one particular person that strikes your fancy and you strike up conversation with him/her. That also happened today. Like my newfound chat-buddy t r. He's close enough to me that I could get to him if I wanted to, and he's interesting. Not to mention fun to talk to and cam with. He wasn't demanding... he didn't tell me to 'show me your bewbs, dood.'. He was kind and courteous and playful. And for that I'm thankful. Talking to a guy like him shows that there are still some decent men out there who aren't just looking for a show.

Thank the gods for people like him.

HNT

The Half Nekkid Thurday pic will be a little late this week.

As a small update, I'll briefly mention that Hot Boss has moved to Greenville's Conglomomart already and I'll have to continue to indulge in my Fantasy of Dirt and Oil without him.

Also, I'd like to point out that Queen got her own blog! Read her mind at A Little Bit Rock And Roll.