Some long overdue improvements
to 100 Words are....
Thanks for hanging in there. Roy
September 9th, 2010
I had forgotten how often I get assulted by sexual innuendos over the holidays. Mostly because my family have never heard the words 'That's what she said' mentioned in conversation. School is just a minefield of innuendos waiting to come out (no pun intended) and in my case, that is very often. The thing is, even if you think about what you say, it sounds totally innocent until someone around you goes "EW THAT'S DISGUSTING, HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT??" and then you realise that you could have been a bit choosier with your choice of vocabulary.
November 26th, 2008
Your dad died on Christmas Eve. All these years and I had absolutely no idea. I remember being vaguely aware that he was ill but nothing else. I remember a cold night drinking outside at a house party, weeks or months later, when you broke down. I guess I got caught up in all the university festivities: finishing essays and chasing distractions. I just didn’t notice what had happened. Five years of asking what you were doing for Christmas – telling you how much I loved this time of year. I see now why you don’t. I think he’d be proud.
February 3rd, 2007
Jiffy Lube is three doors down from Babeland, a pink sex boutique that caters to women. We dropped off my Jeep and walked over Saturday. It was crowded—at least a dozen women and one man, who asked the sales clerk for extra small condoms. We browsed acrylic dildos, 31 flavors of lube, massage oil, harnesses, nipple clamps, assorted vibrators and DVDs. Robyn bought a black leather riding crop and keeps encouraging me to spank her. I enjoy it, that snap of aggression and release, the fear as I wonder: How rough can I get before she stops loving me?