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September 9, 2013October 1, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Body Image, Commitment, Crushin’, depression, falling in love, Firsts, love, new love, self-harm, Sexual Chemistry

Something happened the weekend just past, I think. Something very big and very beautiful and … well, very fucking scary. We – Jock and I – clicked into place. Something clicked. There was a click. We went from ‘dating’ to ‘in a relationship’ and we both felt it. It happened right there in front of us. We both already know that the chemistry is there between us. It’s kinda undeniable at this point. We can’t stop having sex, and although we’ve had a few hiccups here and there, everything is…

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Love Puff

July 29, 2013April 16, 2020 notsosexinthecityBody Image, Dicks Dicks Dicks, Doggy Style, fail, Fanny Fart, Firsts, Overthinking

So …. I did my first love puff with Jock. Queef. Vart. Fanny fart. Vaginal flatulence. Definition from Urban Dictionary Whatever it is you like to call it, I did it. That little expulsion of air from the vagina that makes life super hilarious and super embarrassing all at the same time. For fuck’s sake. It was mortifying. I know it shouldn’t be embarrassing; it’s just the human body’s natural reaction to sex sometimes, right? When something is pumping in and out of a tight spot for long enough, it’s…

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I’m Fucking Falling For You

July 11, 2013March 19, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Bad Dates, Bad Drunk Decisions, Body Image, dating, Ex-Factor, fail, falling in love, Fighting, Forgive, Forgive and Forget, Jealousy, Moving On, new love, period, periods, self esteem, Self-Sabotage, Weight2 Comments

Fuck me, I don’t even know where to start updating you with everything. I’m about a week behind in blog posts, so I’ll try to keep things nice and easy to read along with … but I have so much to tell you! “I’m picking you up after work. Wear the cowboy boots and that dress again, please,” Jock text me. It thrilled me that he’d told me what to wear. It’s a little bit of a kink of mine, I think; a man telling me what to wear, how…

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48 Hours to Go: First Night Nerves

June 25, 2013March 14, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Bikini Wax, Body Image, dating, Moving On, self esteem, self-harm, single

It’s exactly 48 hours until my next date with Jock. I think it’s going to be *the* date; the one where we fuck for the first time. Anxiety is taking over and I’m overthinking absolutely everything. I’m beyond nervous. That’s how I know I really like him: the thought of being in his presence makes me so nervous that I just can’t think straight. I’m not prepared for this. I wanted to book a bikini wax but I’m not sure I’ll have time for it. Between you and me, things…

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Impending Boom

May 11, 2013March 11, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Body Image, Breakups, confidence, depression, Fighting, Getting the Ick, long distance relationship, self esteem, self-harm, Soldiers

Something’s wrong. I don’t know what it is, but something is definitely wrong. I feel out of sorts. Not quite right. Irritated and restless. It’s driving me potty. I’ve thought a lot about self-harming recently, but I’ve not actually done it. Not in a grab-the-razor-and-cut way, anyway. But a few mornings ago, when my hair wouldn’t go right, I scratched the tops of my arms so hard that I drew blood. I didn’t mean to, it’s just a … thing. Almost like I don’t know I’m doing it until after…

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Tell Me What You See, When You Look at Me

February 25, 2013March 5, 2020 notsosexinthecityAnxiety, Body Image, confidence, depression, domestic abuse, Reflection, self esteem, self-harm, Weight

I found myself watching some TV show about women and the way they see their bodies, and it got me to thinking. How do you feel about your body? Are you happy with it? Are there things that you’d like to change? How far would you go to change them? It’s funny, the relationship we have with our bodies, isn’t it? We’re stuck with them until the day we die but still, something about them still drives us to despair. I have the worst view of me/my body. I’ve been…