Wicked Wednesday: Reading

Hans Heyerdahl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Hans Heyerdahl [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I’ve always loved to read. I started reading at the young age of 3, and by the time I was 5 I was well past the “See Jane Run” books my school friends were reading. I loved to read about horses, and read all of the Stallion books that year, as well as All Horses Go To Heaven.

I’ve read that horror appeals to those who fear dying, and at some point around 6 I had the realization that some time (and I hoped far in the future) there would be nothing and I would be dead. Adrift with no knowledge in the void. It terrified me, and that was when I started watching and reading whatever horror I could get my hands on.

While my parents didn’t let me watch horror movies on TV (although I saw a good many that I wasn’t supposed to), they were very permissive with books, and I was allowed to read anything I wanted to. And I dove into horror. An older woman that I had dance class with leant me a book of short stories by H. P Lovecraft that same year, and I was hooked, even though I did have to use a dictionary for some of the stories. I escaped with Randolph Carter to Kadath, ran from Cthulhu, marveled at Herbert West, and longed to know more of Miskatonic, Arkham, the Necronomicon, and the madness that dwelled within.

What scared me the most about Lovecraft was his ability to tap into my imagination. He’s one of the few authors I’ve ever read who, with the way he described what something was not and hinted at the horrors that drove men insane, managed to conjure unimaginable horrors in my mind. And what I could imagine was far, far worse than any author could describe or any movie could show.

After Lovecraft came Stephen King. While I do love to read his books, only the Shining really scared me, with its what if? moments and creeping horror that film was unable to catch. Reading about the fire hose when I was 10, in a dark room lit only by a table lamp, made me afraid to turn out the light and go upstairs to bed.

I’ve never stopped reading horror, and Clive Barker, Dan Simmons, Charles Beaumont, Richard Matheson, and Koji Suzuki are among my favorites.

It isn’t only horror that I read – in fact, I’ll read almost anything except straight-up romance (Harlequin left a bad taste in my mouth) and westerns. I love science fiction (Frank Herbert’s Dune was a book I read early read often), mystery (Rex Stout and Erle Stanley Gardner are my favorite), espionage (Robert Ludlum tops my list here), thrillers (Jeffrey Deaver and Thomas Harris), comedy (Elmore Leonard has made me laugh out loud), and erotica, as well as some non-fiction that catches my eye.

I prefer to read actual books, although the Kindle has its uses. There’s just something about actually turning the page that appeals to me.

Is reading important? I think it’s crucial. Reading a book can transport you to new worlds, broaden your horizons, and teach you about things you never even dreamed about. Without reading, life would be dull.

 

 

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TMI Tuesday: Where There Is Love, There Is Life

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By JeLuF (Own work) [CC BY 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

1. Do you want a divorce or to leave your present romantic relationship?
No.

2. Do you think your relationship needs couples therapy?
No. I am not a big believer in therapy for any reason, really.

3. If your relationship needs fine-tuning, what would you do to tweak it?
Hmmm…I don’t know. Maybe have more open communication and more sex.

4. Is your relationship over or are you just in a bad phase? How long has the bad phase lasted so far??
Neither.

5. What kind of relationship do you envision will make you happy??
A relationship where there’s love, trust, communication, sharing, and openness.

6. Are you seeing someone new?
No.

Bonus: What major regret do you have so far in your life? Is it too late to change it?
I think my biggest regret is not living in the moment, and not following through on things I want to do; not taking chances. I don’t think it’s ever too late to change it, and once I do, it won’t be a regret any longer.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Sports

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Come play a game with me….

 

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TMI Tuesday: Step Right Up! Get Your TMI Tuesday Here

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1. Where is the most beautiful place on earth and why?
Hmmm…that I’ve been to? I think Yellowstone is beautiful, with its morning glory pools, geysers, and waterfalls.

2. How old is the most expired item in your fridge?
I did find a jar of pasta sauce that expired in January…of this year. Usually I use it up, but it got buried in back.

3. What’s under your bed?
Other than dust bunnies? There are boxes of out of season clothes and shoes, that I’ll be going through in another month or so to swap out the closets.

4. What is in your pocket?
I’m wearing a dress today, so I have no pockets.

5. Which famous person would you like to be best-friends with? Why?
There are a few, but I think it’d be cool to be best friends with Bruce Campbell. He is awesome, and seems like he’s got quite a sense of humor.

6. There is now a line of lacy lingerie for men. Would you wear it or like to see your man in it? See here and here.
I like the boxers better than the briefs, but I think I’d leave it up to him – if he really wanted to wear them, I’d be ok with it.

Bonus: Think The Olympics. Men’s gymnastic uniforms–sexy or goofy? Discuss!
I think they’re kind of goofy – I really dislike the pants (the shirt and shorts are fine) – they remind me of those awful MC Hammer parachute pants back in the 80s. I’d much rather see muscled legs.

 

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Wicked Wednesday: Alcohol

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By Valo at German Wikipedia [CC BY 2.5], via Wikimedia Commons

I don’t drink a lot – anymore. Back when I was in college, I drank quite a bit – first when I turned 19 (which was the legal age), and again when I turned 21 (the age changed and they didn’t grandfather anyone in). I’ve never been much of a beer drinker, mostly because I made myself sick on it in high school (although certain beers, like Corona or Michelob Ultra, I do like on occasion), but I love wine, and also Tangueray and tonic, Long Island iced tea, and piña coladas. There’s not a lot I won’t drink or haven’t drunk, but I’ve learned how much is enough. That’s true for drinking in general, but it’s also true for drinking and fucking.

A drink or two is my preference. That much will make me tipsy, pleasantly warm, and horny. It’s just enough to loosen me up and make me aroused, whether it’s beer, wine, or something harder.  A few more drinks makes me more than tipsy – but not stumbling drunk. It makes me hornier, and sex feels good.

One thing I learned early on is that you have to know when you’ve had too much. If you don’t know, you’ll certainly find out by experience. It won’t be something you want to repeat. I remember one time I had had way too much to drink. And I do mean way too much – not just a bit too much. I’m not sure if there’s anything worse than the night I was fucking in doggy style, both of us totally into it and going at it hard… and then realizing I was going to throw up…and I did before I could do anything about it. And then, instead of my partner pulling back on my hair in passion, he was pulling it back and holding it so it didn’t fall into my face as I vomited on the floor. (And no – I didn’t want to continue after that – that’s “too drunk to fuck.”)

Having a few drinks before sex is a fun, but not necessary, thing. And I prefer if we both have a drink or two, if we’re going to drink at all, instead of just one of us.

 

 

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