Wetwired an Austin Texas Blog

You meet someone new, you’re attracted to them. You can’t wait to tear their clothes off and find out how they feel, how they taste, how they smell. But you have to wade through the beginning relationship antics. Finally the night comes, the kiss that leads to groping that leads to “Do you think we should go back inside?”

“I don’t know, do you think we should?”

“I think its better inside than trying to do this on your hood…”*

“Ok, lets go.” You say as you grab his/her hand and make way back to the bedroom. *

Running up the stairs, groping and grabbing each other along the way, anticipation nawing at you, you reach the bedroom. Tearing off each others clothes you hit the bed and explore your bodies. She goes for chest and his manhood; he goes for her chest and woman hood. Kissing and caressing until, finally in one smooth movement. He’s in. Like electricity, he knows a feeling that is unique every time, and she finds out if he lives up to all that smooth talking before hand. After what seems an eternity, (if all goes well) they collapse in a heavy breathy sweaty mess, tired, hot, and glowing.

The next time, its the couch, or the kitchen, roommates permitting, then back to the bedroom. After a couple weeks you suffice to just staying in the bedroom, you’ve learned each others positions and just suffice to doing those to get yours and pass out and go to sleep. Routine. Boring. What happened?

Maybe you tell yourself your getting old, maybe its just more convenient to just be routine. Maybe your just making excuses for boring sex. What is wrong with you? Reading this, I will give you my hints for keeping it interesting, in a quick fast paced couple word answers.

Kama Sutra, Spin Cycle, Kitchen table, hood of a car*, flavored condoms, massage oil, cell phone on vibrate, bj on a drive, swiming pool, hot tub, skinny dipping, strawberries, sunsets, camping trips, air matresses, celophane wrap, jello, vibrator, trampoline, back seat of a volkswagon, whipcream, who’s your fav. New Kid?, call me donnie, dr ruth, german techno, barry white, fireplace, bottle of wine, elevator, hot wax, pedro, shower, workout room, office desk, movie theatre, escalator, opera house, mile high club, sky diving, fast food, ocean beach, morning bout, deep sea fishing, sailing, a bathroom stall in a bar in stockholm, phone booth, iisac hayes, leonard cohen, al green, stevie wonder, body shot, quincy jones, hand-cuffs, shaken not stirred, fingercuffs, fire hydrant, Paris, ky, roses, chocolate syrup, and a partridge in a pear tree.

No, not another trip to the bathroom , website blockage. Today I come in and am browsing blogs and links that I browse everyday and come to a page that cannot be displayed because it has been blocked by IT. Censored. fark.com blocked.

I understand that it is a good idea to censor things because this is a corporation, but come on, a news site? Granted it links out to places that could be adult - but you don’t have to click there. What

Ok ok, I know this site is like crack to you and you must be feinding that I or someone else hasn’t updated with something stupid or relatively insightful. The truth is I was busier than a hooker in Thailand when the ship comes to port.

Monday’s are always really busy at work, but for some reason today it was exceptionally busy. From the moment I logged into my phone, it was ringing. What is wrong with people? Why do you get that itch to call tech support at 7:15 in the morning? Wake up and say “Hey I think I’ll call and bitch and whine about my winamp that won’t play an mp3 I downloaded last night from kazaa, all the while infecting my computer with the nimda virus and 30 Trojans that open my computers ports easier than a butt plug and anal ease.”

With that said, one of my co-workers msged me on our internal chat and said, “Pylorns, I’m starting collecting information to do a motion picture on your life.”

What do you say to that? Next, I got hit on by a woman over the phone who told me I should be an “adult phone operator..” It took a little prompting…

“Thanks for calling xxxxxx how can I help you,”

“Oh, I’ve got a computer problem my floppy drive doesn’t work right”

“Ok well lets take a look, open up your ‘my computer’”

“You know you have a nice voice you could work for one of ‘those phone companies…”

“What type of companies?”

“One of those that you pay for?”

“Well you pay to talk to me already, this is _ support”

“No no… you know what I mean.. the adult type of phone”

“Oh! I see. um, thanks I think.”

“Well, you have a sexy voice…”

I steered the conversation back to the computer problem, knowing full well that my words were recorded. I’ll save my thoughts for the last day I work…

So far the consensus is that people just blow off compliments because they do not know how to handle them? People used to know how to. What has happened? Has the previous generation just left out teach us how to deal with compliments or manners? I learned a long time ago to smile, say thanks, and in turn look for something to compliment them on if possible. Maybe thats just old fashioned upbringing I don’t know.

With that said, do you think that todays society has degraded enough morally that kids today lack manners what-so-ever? Does tv play any role in that or is it our enviroment? Could the fact that now adays most households are 2 income house holds most parents don’t spend as much time with thier kids play a role?

Talk to me.. what do you think?

I was reading through a blog http://www.cyoes.com/ and she described blogs vs journals and personal entries. Basically at Journalcon which I missed, they talked about journals always being personal and blogs being in a sense about broad issues and not as personal. I think that statement is almost like debating pro choice vs. pro life. It depends on the writer. Wetwired for instance is not as personal because we have a considerable amount of people on the site and we mostly bring up news articles or current events etc. It’s not my personal site its a news site. At the same time I do post about personal issues from time to time. Wetwired also plays host to other sites that are blogs, using blogger or movable type and they like Kitty Says, are personal sites, personal touch just like a journal. Maybe the difference being that there is the ability to write for an audience where as a journal is usually for ones self. So do blogs= voyeurism? The need to share your feelings for yourself and at the same time to give complete strangers a glimpse of your life. I mean everyone craves the juice, the reality. As long as something exciting is happening or someone is talking about sex. I guess in order to attract readers to wetwired I should mention sex as often as possible on the site, then maybe someone other than the regulars would comment. Don’t think I don’t know you read the site and then leave! I’m watching you people, I see. I know you