Who's ready to unleash themselves this weekend?

Hi friends and lovers. I have been a very bad blogger indeed. I have been so busy with work shit that I haven't been able to blog or work on my writing at all. It's made me go back on my word.

But realy quick here is the update:

1. The t.v. production company I work for is on it's last leg. Quel surprise. The good news is we are now going into beverage distribution so I have a new job and title. I am now the Sr. Organizational Director of Marketing and Sales. :)

2. Mr. Charles called me last night after not speaking to him for almost a full two weeks. I don't know how I feel about it yet, to be honest. I haven't had a chance to sort my feelings out. But when I do, I'll let you know.

3. Labor Day is this weekend, and I am so prepared to get out there and have a great time as the send off to summer. And what a crazy summer it has been, hmmm?

4. The DNC ended yesterday. Viva Barack! McCain chose a woman to be his V.P. And even though she's a vampiric whore, it's about time a woman did something else in the White House besides be a First Lady, gave a blow job, or lied to the American public because her boss told her so. (I am looking at you Condoleeza!)

And that's all folks. Enjoy yourselves, be safe, and I'll see you on the other side.

Fashionably yours,

Ms. Dimes.

Bad in bed, good in love?

Oh friends, how are we on this Fabulous Friday? Good, I hope. It's Ms. Dimes here with another installment of all things love and dating. The next topic of conversation is all about love versus sex. Let's get juicy.

Let's say you are in a relationship and all is going well. They make you laugh, you're comfortable around them, and they get along with your friends and family. Hell, you could even pass gas around them and they would laugh it off because they like you that much. But, there is just one big problem: they suck in the sack. Try as you both might, it's just not good. Is that a deal breaker? Could you be with someone you really loved, but who was bad at booty?

Allow me to be honest here: sex is important. Not as important as their personality. But just about for this girl. Why buy the car if the engine keeps stalling out? It makes no sense. And that seemed to be the majority of the consensus when I asked around.

And then there were the romantic players who said that if someone was bad in bed you could gear them to go more towards what you liked sexually. I could agree with that. If your g-spot curves left, you could teach Bad Sex Brad to go left. But there is no substitute for someone who isn't willing to learn what pleases you. If Brad (or whatever the name of your amour is) isn't willing to learn a few new tricks, dump that dead weight faster than a starlet does before the Oscars.

There is no excuse for laziness! Lazy lovers can hit the door. And that's my tidbit for the day. I hope everyone's weekend is just as fabulous as it can be.

Fashiontastically yours,

Ms. Dimes

How soon is too soon? Who makes the rules?

Hooking up. Getting down. Fucking. Love making. Knocking boots. Mattress mambo. Booty. Coloring. It has so many names I could write a whole blog full of them, and still have tons more to write because it has so many different monikers. But for the sake of keeping it simple, we'll just call it by its universal name of sex.

How fast should we do it after first meeting someone? Or should we wait until the feeling is right? It's an interesting thought. How soon is too soon to hook up with someone? Five minutes? A day? A week? Three months? Does it mean the sex will be better if we wait? Or should sex become like a handshake? Should it decide if a guy is worth the time?

(Now some people define hooking up as making out or dry humping. I call those people pussies. I kid, I kid......sort of.)

For the purposes of my survey (and this blog) - it's sex. Now, as a single girl I have hooked up with a few guys and some waited more then others. For me, it's all about the chemistry and the moment. If him and I are feeling it, it can happen instantly. When I was in middle and high school, I had the princess and fairy tale fantasy of relationships. I would meet a guy and we would wait, and the sex would be great because our feelings for each other would make it be incredible.

Just let that sink in a little. Yeah, LAME. What the hell was I thinking?!?

As I got older I realized that two people can really like each other sexually and romantically, and the sex can still be more dull than watching grass grow. (Not the good grass, of course.)

The fastest I have ever hooked up with a guy was within a few hours. We shall call him......Stumpy Dick. Stumpy Dick had a few things going for him. He was nice enough, and he had a decent sense of humor. But he almost seemed....desperate. Like he caught a whiff of pussy, and he followed the smell like a dog to a steak. We met, we chatted, and we had sex. Dull, meaningless, poke-your-teeny-dick-in-my-pussy-faster-so-you-can-get-the-fuck-off me sex. I knew when he was on top of me that it would never happen again, and I wouldn't orgasm. I think of it as taking one for the team, and it boosted my self esteem interestingly enough. It wasn't about him. It was about me coming to terms with the fact that my pussy carries a certain power and I had just learned that I can harness it. Stumpy Dick was hooked, but my drug was no longer available. Sorry Stump!

The longest I have ever made a guy wait to get it on was a month. We'll call him Rabbit Man. Rabbit Man was....interesting. He had all the stamina of a rabbit, and we did it everywhere. I do find it interesting that I was intoxicated the majority of the time we did it, and it always amounted in me debasing myself in some way. NOT WORTH IT. Making him wait didn't make it better. It had nothing to do with it. The chemistry was not there, and I faked it with alcohol because I didn't realize that I didn't have to force it.

Time and sex are not mutually exclusive is what I am saying here people. It never is, and it never will be. It's about how the both of you feel about yourselves, each other, and the moment. There are no rules unless you make them.

So, drop me a line and tell your tales. Let it all hang out.

Love and blow jobs,

Ms. Dimes

P.S. You think that was graphic? You ain't seem nothing yet!

I'm sick of spending these lonely nights training myself not to care...

Hello readers, friends, and lovers. It's a brand new day, and I'm a brand new age! Marsha is twenty-five times more fabulous and more single than ever. I don't wish to go into it too much, but I will say that Mr. Charles turned out to be more of a disappointment than ever. I deserve more then what he offers, and I won't sacrifice my self-esteem or self-worth for any man. So it shall be.

The birthday weekend was good. The usual: dinner with friends, and dancing the night away. I got one hell of a cold and a visit from the dreaded Aunt Flo, but we can't have it all all the time, right?

In these past few days while I have been lying sick in bed I have had a lot of time to think, and I have come to the realization that I am a lot happier with myself than I have been in recent months, or even years. I have a good job, good friends, a roof over my head, and my health (current cold notwithstanding). I don't lack for things that I truly need to survive, so I am not set on getting things that are more geared towards what I want.

And one of the first things that I want is to concentrate on my writing more. So, instead of weekly blogs I plan on posting at least three to five a week.

Brace yourself, people. You're getting Ms. Dimes, full steam ahead.

Brava!

One for you, two for me. We're all so greedy, aren't we?

So, let me first apologize for not being around. Bad, bad girl. Work this past week and change has been so hectic, and my birthday is this coming Sunday which makes things even more hectic.

But, I digress. Let us pick-up from where I left off. I am still dedicated to sticking with Mr. Charles, and I don't want to do anything to ruin that, but reality is setting in. He is in Boston, jobless, and broke. He's got shitloads of qualities I don't like in men, but I like his personality. But if this were happening to someone else and they asked me for advice about what they should do, I would tell them the same thing I am about to type: it won't work out. Not because the people aren't compatible or right for each other, but the odds are stacked against them.

So, I need to figure out what I am going to do. He wants me to come and visit him in October and get a glimpse of his world, but even if I do go, I am going to have a serious talk with him when I do get there. I have to do what's right for me. NEXT!

So, this blog is all about soul mates. Do they exist? Or do we need different people for different things? My school of thought is we all have many different soul mates, some platonic and some not. For pet lovers, their soul mates may be their adorable pets.

I for one have soul mates in many forms. My friends Heather and Lauren create the HML collective and I absolutely know they are my soul mates. But, I also believe that I have a romantic soul mate out there. (Yes, I know that makes me incredibly corny.)

Let's now traverse the other school of thought. During the course of writing my sex book, this was one question that got startling responses from people. Surprisingly to me, a lot of people took the mindset that there is not perfect person for someone. That no one person will ever satisfy every need we as humans have, and monogamy is not a natural human tendency, but one created by society.

Part of me thinks that is true. In order to be monogamous, you have to work at it. That is why most relationships fail. One person, or sometimes both people, don't want to remain committed to one person and they take the steps to break the chains of a relationship. Cheating is natural tendency, like id. I have never cheated on a boyfriend, but I have been the other woman. I understand why people cheat, but I don't understand why they don't break up with their mates before they do it.

So, where does your head lie? What do you think? Let me know.

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