agree? disagree? why?

But in my travels through the short blogosphere that is my blogroll, I realized that not every site offered a feed or some of the feeds were broken – so I ask you dear readers, why don’t you let people feed you? Is there any particular reason for not offering a feed?

Iris feels alone right now. Although I like kissing strangers, I am not without emotion and Iris’ story has touched me. She feels she’s at fault because she loved a man and told him so.

Now, I can go through and answer each one of her questions individually, but I’m sure she has already heard them. I will offer the following though:

You are not an idiot and you will not be judged — at least not by me.

Love is wonderful, but not without its risks. To love, and love fully, is to surrender to those risks knowing that your love may not be reciprocated in the way you wish. Love is also about balance — love of self and love of another (in that order, but do not confuse love of self with being selfish).

When we lose love, any love, we grieve and it must follow the natural course of grieving. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance and not in that particular order. Death does not need to occur in order for one to feel loss and the length of the process is directly proportional to the perceived greatness of that loss.

Iris, allow yourself to go through the motions — try to play out all the different scenarios in your mind, get angry and scream if you need to, cry until your heart feels empty, then fill it back up to the brim with love again, because, my dear, you will eventually find your way to acceptance.

You will love, and be loved, again — I assure you that you are already loved right now (you’ll let it in once you’re ready, but it’s there). You are not alone.

Even when this dude is eating with his fingers and looking like he just stepped out of the stone ages 30 seconds prior, it didn’t even phase me, it just made me wish I was one of his fingers.

there really should be some sort of law against looking so good you make women (namely the Kissing Bandit) want to crawl through the t.v. set and do many naughty things.

although i am fairly sure he’d have a hard time explaining to law enforcement that he was the victim of a drive by banging when he finally did wake up confused and disoriented.

but let’s get back to the topic at hand. my many naughty thoughts got me to thinking — it must feel mighty funny to suddenly have a bunch of strangers undressing you with their minds and having their way with you.

one minute the only ones who knew your name included your family and possibly a few people who thought you were ‘hot as hell’ in high school…then all of a sudden, every other website is oooing and aaaahing over how sexy you are and next thing you know, you have a potential stalker club.

how would you deal with it — could you deal with it? what exactly would it feel like?

(on a completely unrelated note – it truly is a shame when a third party fan site looks a million times better than your official site…if you ever do become famous, hire a good web designer, that’s my helpful hint for the day.)

food is a lot like people – some of the most unexpected combinations work so well together. you just need an open mind and a willingness to try new things…so now I’m curious to see what other unique combinations go well together (I’m talking about food ) – any ideas?

Even if someone does me wrong, if they correct their error, I’ll still reward them with a big ol’ thank you — a thank you for realizing the mistake and a thank you for making it right… (hey, it takes a lot of strength to humble oneself and admit to being wrong)

Believe it or not, thank you’s make people feel good. It makes them feel acknowledged and accepted. Not saying thank you (especially when the person is truly deserving of it) can make a person feel rejected and ignored.

So I ask you wonderful folks – do you remember to say thank you? Who do you need to say thank you to and why haven’t you said it yet?

While I won’t admit to being the person with the super zoom night vision goggles, I will say that I know a few of them, and let me tell you — folks are not as friendly as they used to be. I remember a time when a girl could be stalked in peace, now it’s a restraining order here and a restraining order there.

I mean c’mon people, curiosity is human nature and there’s no circumventing it, so just accept that you have no privacy and there’s probably someone lurking in the bushes outside your window watching you surf the internet right now.

I have. But, I’ve adopted the more old fashioned ‘ask me and I’ll answer’ philosophy…so, if at any time you have a question, ask me and I’ll answer (be forewarned, ‘none of your business’ is a valid answer).

Why do men even become gynecologists? Are they that enamored by female genitalia that they want to stare at it all day everyday? And what about the wife? Would it dry up from neglect. I would assume that by the time he’s worked his way to his significant other’s hooch he’d be at the edge of the ‘if I see another vagina, I’m going to ________” cliff.

Yes, those are my deep thoughts for the morning. Now it’s time for me to actually go do stuff.