I was giving thought to the whole penis measuring thing and I decided to measure my vaginal depth with my vibrator.



My vibrator was marketed toward gay men, I think, mainly because it was called the vibro dong anal probe on the package and it had a picture of a handsome necked man from behind turning his head around smiling.
Well, anyway I got about 3.5 inches with this thing, not very impressive I reckon.
It makes me reconsider sex with others even more. I mean, most dicks are well beyond 3.5 inches. I've been realizing that sex is just not worth the risk, Jesus Christ, I don't want a child! and I never get off anyway. I've had sex around 600 or so times in my life and out of those times I've had maybe 10 orgasms. I never fake either! I'm disgusted with myself. I love to talk about sex but I find sexual intercourse to be most unsatisfying. That's my fault I guess. I need to tell my partners exactly what to do but why does it matter? I know how to get myself off very well and if I can make my guy cum then what's the problem? It's a bad thing. It turns sex into a power issue which is totally fucked up.

Well, I called up my mother around 7pm to tell her, I love you Mama but I never got to it. My sister answers the phone and the first thing she says is "Scott just broke his leg on Eric's motorcycle." Scott is my oldest brother(34), Eric my 2nd oldest brother(32).
So my sister puts me on with my Dad and he asks if I found a job and says that if I don't find one I have to come home. Then he puts me on with my Mom and she asks me if I bought some groceries with the money she sent. I told her yes I have food but I'm out of money. She starts fussing about that but at the same time my brother Scott is sitting on a huge rock in my front yard and it's coming up a thunderstorm there. I tell my Mama if he's really broken his leg they should call an ambulance and I hear my Mama shout "Scott, do you want an ambulance?" My niece, Kiah, starts crying because they will not let her go outside.
So I ask to be put on the phone with Kiah and I calm her down by saying "Oh, poor baby, are they being mean to you? I'll get em. I'll give em all spankings but you and I'll give you candy." Kiah eventually calms down and tells me "Scott broke his leg." Kiah has the most adorable kid southern accent. Well, then she tells me "Poxy(cat) is here, she's not dead," and "the ducks like me." I hear my Dad in the background, he says "Scott broke his damn leg" so I say Kiah, "Did you hear Papa cuss? I remember when you used to cuss." It's true, one of Kiah's first twenty words was "Shit!" and she used it appropriately to, at not even a year old.
Well, after that my Dad gets back on the phone and says they just took Scott to the hospital. And they've gotta let me go cause it's coming up a storm and he can't afford the phone bill and they'll call and let me know how Scott is.

I just spent two hours going in and out of AOL chat rooms sending out links to the Baubo animation I made www.dreamdilation.com/robin I had a conversation or two about it. People seem to think that children should not see it but that's who I made it for, ages 2-5. I tried to make a point to them. I told them that when I was 14 I used to visit AOL chat rooms in order to collect pornography. Regular old female submissive porn for the most part but I never knew what I was getting until I downloaded the pic so I got a lot of sicko crap, like animal and shit fetish pictures.
The point I was trying to make is that no way is my Baubo animation as bad for young teens as a photograph of a snake coming out of a woman's vagina but who knows, maybe it is. Anyway, Liz if you read this maybe you could check the number of visits to my web page on your site and let me know how successful I was in getting it out there.

Well, I never in my life. Liz sure knows how to make a person feel welcome, from the Cheese, to the peppers, to the vodka, and back.
What interesting company there was. I've never been around so many nude people all at once. Penises and balls are so funny. I wonder what it feels like to have those things attached to your body? They're so swingy.
Yes, when me and Liz get together all sorts of drunken debauchery is likely to occur.

Come smell my hair y'all!