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i’m surprised you didn’t ask me whose car it is

March 25, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah. I did a lot of walking on my heel, to keep pressure off my toe. It feels pretty good.” “No, but really….are you okay?” “Yeah.” When something that was once strong becomes weak, then strong again, it creates both a curiosity and confidence that makes you want to put this once strong, then weak, then strong again thing under an enormous amount of pressure and stress — well, how strong is it REALLY? And it […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: breakup, fightorflight, love, toes

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twice

July 26, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I’ve dreamt about Sunset Campout taking place on a different kind of beach, one with a celadon ocean stretching so far the end surely sees another season…probably winter…probably with snow. There are always cathedral shaped rocks jaggedly arching out of the ocean, colliding with the sky. They remind me of the ones in Northern Spain, though I’ve never been. And in my dreams there is space; I never dream about the cramped campouts I’ve come to know. Matthew was famous in this […]

Categories: slumber • Tags: Dream, dream diary, Dream Journals

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dixie evans & the exotic world museum

June 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

He had a surprise for me. All I knew was that we had to get up early and head to Las Vegas but stop three hours short. I didn’t ask questions until the houses started to resemble an office recycling bin: crumpled and coffee stained. I asked more questions when the road disappeared and we were driving on sand. Then we saw it — a sign — THE SIGN. THE GATE. “EXOTIC WORLD.” “Is this a petting zoo? Are there […]

Categories: stories • Tags: burlesque, Dita Von Teese, Dixie Evans, erotic dance, Tempest Storm

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3D Thursday: Dudich, Dance, and the Dentist

June 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

He texted if it was a good time to call. It was so I walked to the car for privacy and called. I don’t know how many years it’s been since I’ve heard his voice. It sounded the same. I used to hear his e-mail voice regularly and that eventually turned into his text voice. They’re all the same. We talked about life. We never talk about that kind of stuff. Our text exchanges only ever involve the moon, dreams, […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: death, ICU, life, love

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things I’ll never have to explain

May 30, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Robert and I are such jokesters that I often wonder what we would be like as parents. In the early years of our relationship, we babysat my three cousins, and I thought we did really well, particularly in high stress situations — like with fixing a head that had just smashed down onto concrete — but when it came to answering questions, we only filled their brains with lies. Today during my drive home, I thought about how I would realistically respond  […]

Categories: scribbles, Uncategorized • Tags: babysitting, childhood, children, God

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you are hare krishna!

May 16, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I e-mailed him an article on celibacy some half a year ago. After dinner, he pulled it out of his backpack. He had printed it out, read it 17 times, and underlined and highlighted about half the article. I read the underlined sentences aloud and we talked about each concept in depth. Five hours later, he leapt out of his seat. ” YOU are Hare Krisha! That’s why you have so much sex, because you’re not thinking about it. You just exude […]

Categories: sugar • Tags: Hare Krishna, sugar baby, sugar daddy

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A+ invite

May 16, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I got hit in the balls playing soccer and am going to see a urologist. Girl at the desk asked me to check my ejaculate for blood. Would be much more fun to have some help producing and looking through my cum instead of all manual!!

Categories: snippets • Tags: blood, invitation, men, soccer

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things drunk people tell me about me

May 16, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

You’re the sexiest person I know…99% percent sure, anyway. What does it take for you to tell someone what you want? You’re exactly what I want to see. Before I even see you I have a vision of what I want to see and you’re always it. When I’m not at 100%, I know I can call you and you’ll bring me to my 100%. You’re brilliant. I don’t even know why you’re here with me right now. I’m just […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: self help, validation

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“Is she that poem

May 16, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

you want to read over and over again? If so, then you might as well buy the book.” Jane shared this thought with me on the phone during the drive home. I loved it. Then a friend posted this on facebook: WARNING! TEAR JERKER ALERT! Then I thought about this app I downloaded awhile back for laughs called “AgingBooth.” I aged everyone who meant anything to me. One of my best friends and I looked like sisters, even though he’s […]

Categories: snippets • Tags: aging, agingbooth, love, upworthy

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and it’s sara without an “h”

May 5, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

But there’s another Sarah, one with an “h.” I have a print of two koi fish on top of my wall to wall bookcase in the laundry room. (I love that my library is in the laundry room.) Every time I look at it I think of her. She made it. She was my future wife. She was one of those people who you wouldn’t notice even if they were standing right in front of you. Her lips were always limp, creating […]

Categories: snippets • Tags: harp, memories, mosaic, Pacific Palisades

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