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That's What She Said - The Healing Power of Innuendo

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[WARNING: This blog post contains crude humor… and an explicit photograph of a root vegetable.] Have you ever had one of those friends that can take anything, and I mean anything , and find within it a sexual, juvenile or just plain silly undertone? Perhaps you are that friend. If you're a friend of mine, this pretty much applies to all of you.   Example: You:     Do you know of a coffee shop I can get to easily? Me:       Yeah, there's one on Main Street. It's easy in, easy out. You:     That's what she said. *snicker* Sadly, I have more conversations like this than I care to count. There are those times when I really am trying to be serious, but there are other times when the innuendo, well, it just comes out. (That's what she said. *gigglesnort*) STOP THAT!!! See? See how easy it is? [Don't. Say. It.] I jest, of course, because frankly I wouldn't want it any other way. The sharing of juvenile innuendo has, for better or wor

It's Not Me, It's You.

There have been a couple of pieces that I've written that have torqued, annoyed, slightly offended, or downright angered some readers. This piece will likely invoke one or more of those responses. I make no apology and simply ask you to remember that my mind goes to very different, often dark, and quite often odd places…. ________________________ There is no question that things have changed. And by "things" I of course mean dating. Things were changing even twenty years ago, evidenced by the exchange between Rob Reiner and Tom Hanks in Sleepless in Seattle during which Hanks' character laments re-entering the dating scene. Reiner tells him that now "women are looking for pecs and a cute butt."   That may or may not still be true today, but the means by which women may seek those qualities in a man has changed dramatically. (Likewise for "man seeking woman.") Sure, people still meet in bars. With the advent of the Internet and onlin

The Defiance on Main Street

If there was one thing with which Kai St. James was blessed, it was a vivid imagination. Sadly, it was also his curse. The medication helped, when he took it, of course. He had been vigilant, for a time, but found that whatever it was they had him take was dulling his other senses. Food tasted bland, sounds seemed muffled, and scents carried no aroma. It had been nearly a week since his last dose, and he was finally beginning to feel like himself again. Part of him felt guilty. After the last time he had been admitted, involuntarily, Kai had promised his sister that he would stay on his meds this time. Honestly he didn't understand why everyone was so concerned. It wasn't as if he'd ever hurt anyone, or himself for that matter. Of course, the condition that caused his overactive imagination also prohibited him from understanding the reality and consequences of his actions. Sarah had to remind him repeatedly of the time they had gone to dinner and he drifted into his su