Hand to God, I would rather go climbing than have sex. Although if someone said you can go climbing or have 2 hours of insanely wonderful sex with Brad Pitt...I'd have to revoke my previous statement. So I guess maybe it's circumstantial.
Yep, it would definitely depend on who the "fuck buddy" was and where/what route your were climbing. However, I would add that if you scored BIG you would have a great Fuck buddy who loved to climb then you could do both!
I would still have to say Diggum if you like climbing better than sex you need to have a long talk with your partner!
diggum wrote:
I agree that generalizations can't be trusted. But if there was no market for strip clubs then they wouldn't exist. I say men are pigs b/c they like to look at that filth. There are a lot of men that don't, but the ones who really get into it & are serious regulars at these clubs are kinda freaky.
My understanding is that the market for strip clubs is directly linked to the differences in stimulation between the sexes. Men are primarily stimulated visually while women are more sensual requiring stimulation from physical contact. That is why foreplay is important.
Oh and for the record, I masturbate. Always have and probably always will. Even when living with a horn dog. It has nothing to do with whether your partner fulfills your needs. The more sexual you are, the more you engage in sexually gratifying behavior. It's not deviant at all. It's almost like kinetic energy. The more you have, the more you tend to want.
Jesus only knows that she tries too hard. She's only trying to keep the sky from falling.
squeezindlemmon wrote:I'm kind of envious of guys now, actually. If you think about it, they're not going to want it/gotta have it as much as they do if it didn't feel so great, right? I'm sure if women ever *experience* the same elation as guys do, then we'll probably have the same "gotta have it" attitude. It's an injustice too that they can 'get there' a lot faster than we can.
Hmmm. Looks like I'd better have a little chat with J-Rock. I think some education may be in order.
On a side note, I met a bolter at Muir this summer who sneezed on one side of Rebel and got a "Bless you," from the opposite side of the crag and then thanked the blessing person without ever seeing them until later. Was that you, J-Rock?
You don't need to use a condom
You don't need a dental dam
You don't need to say "I Love You"
or "Here's Fifty Dollars, Ma'am."
Don't need to spring for dinner,
Or wear all that sexy stuff
All you need's a set of fingers
and a wanker or a muff
'Cause everybody's doin' it,
all across the land
Masturbators Of America,
Give Yourselves A Hand!
It's natural, and organic
It's easy and it's fun
If you don't know how to do it
ask your parents how it's done
You don't need a special license
You don't need a special skill
Just unzip and slip your grip
between your hips and get a thrill
'Cause everybody's doin' it,
and boy does it feel grand,
Masturbators of America,
Give Yourselves a Hand!
(Musical bridge, with lots of suggestive dance moves on the
ROCKER'S part. For instance, he does that one bit where you
jump backwards on one leg while playing air guitar, except that
instead of playing air guitar he's stroking air wanker.)
You can do it in the bathroom
You can do it in your bed
You can do it at a concert
while you watch the Grateful Dead
You can rub it with some lotion
You can stroke it with a cloth
Arnold Shwartzenegger pounds it,
Michael Jackson jacks it off
Your attitude will soften,
your horizons will expand.
Masturbators of America,
Give Yourself a Hand
squeezindlemmon wrote:I'm kind of envious of guys now, actually. If you think about it, they're not going to want it/gotta have it as much as they do if it didn't feel so great, right? I'm sure if women ever *experience* the same elation as guys do, then we'll probably have the same "gotta have it" attitude. It's an injustice too that they can 'get there' a lot faster than we can.
Hmmm. Looks like I'd better have a little chat with J-Rock. I think some education may be in order.
J-Rock needs no education. He's already got a phd..... or is it a black belt?
What I meant in that quoted post is that I'm jealous of how it's like fast food express for guys. Don't get me wrong, women can do it on the fly too but more often than not, extended foreplay (whether physical or mental) yields better results for women. Hence the term "minute man" - not minute wo-man. Like, give the guy a visual, he gets turned on and can be ready to finish in 5 seconds. Women can't usually do that.
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our mind. ~Bob Marley
Spragwa wrote:Oh and for the record, I masturbate. Always have and probably always will. Even when living with a horn dog. It has nothing to do with whether your partner fulfills your needs. The more sexual you are, the more you engage in sexually gratifying behavior. It's not deviant at all. It's almost like kinetic energy. The more you have, the more you tend to want.
If you can't please yourself how can you begin to think you can please someone else? Masturbators have skills, that's a fact. And for the record, foreplay is a fabulous thing. If you're not engaging in foreplay then you're selling yourself (and your partner) short.
Spragwa wrote:Oh and for the record, I masturbate. Always have and probably always will. Even when living with a horn dog. It has nothing to do with whether your partner fulfills your needs. The more sexual you are, the more you engage in sexually gratifying behavior. It's not deviant at all. It's almost like kinetic energy. The more you have, the more you tend to want.
Sprag - I like your kinetic energy analogy. I couldn't figure out how to make the same point without sounding like a sex-addict.
Not that I have anything at all against strip clubs - their employees or clients - but there is plenty of risk for girls who work in them. It's a dangerous world out there for them no matter how much money they make. A typical strippers' lifestyle would make an old, gray person out of most of us - they put up with a lot of shit.