That depends very much on which "ex" you're referring to. There are a few I would (OK, have) gladly had sex with after breaking up. But you need to make sure you've both had enough time away for it not to get all ugly and complicated...with one wanting more out of it than the other.
Sex with someone you still care a lot about is always (imho) way better than casual sex with someone who has no notion of what pleases you...and of whose needs you are similarly ignorant.
That having been said, there are one or two, esp my ex husband whom I would not want to have a coffee with, let alone a sexual tryst.
Usually just under tight jeans or leggings, when the outline of the knickers spoils the look. I do have one stretchy velvety kind of dress that shows the line badly too, so I just wear pantyhose under that.
Or you know...whenever I've run out of knickers.
Yoga and walking and swimming...lots of green leafy things to eat...something of every colour on my plate at as many meals as I can manage...and lots of water
Oh olive oil, nuts and oily fish...salmon, tuna sardines etc.
And a bit of red meat occasionally...and lots of sex..
Does your mother know you use the Internet for stuff like this?
Cock...I also like just simply saying penis...or even getting esoteric with words like phallus instead of cock and Priapic instead of hard......lol.
there are LOTS of names for vaginas...and I like them (almost) all....except the really icky misogynistic ones.
I am home schooling my dyslexic 14 year old son. I used to be a literacy teacher. I have run homework help centres, taught Harm Minimisation in Needle Exchanges, Prisons, Juvenile Justice Centres and at the Sydney Gender Centre and let me tell you......he''s the most challenging student I have ever had. If you could Matriculate in YouTube though, he'd be a fecking Rhodes Scholar.
For money, I work from home mostly, for a boutique wine merchant. I have a list of well heeled clients and I flog them pricey booze. They refer me to their similarly well heeled friends and I flog them some more of the same. Assuring all of them they're getting the best possible deal.
There's about a 600% mark up on what we pay for it under an excise subsidy and what we pass it on to them at...but what the fuck...they're all lawyers, bankers and stockbrokers. It's about time I started stealing from them. One of my clients just offered me a job actually in Brisbane. He's a head hunter and said he wants me in Client Services. He said I was the best Customer Liaison person he had ever dealt with.
Pity it's 800km away from home...the commute would be a right bastard.
**looks up**
Everyone who works at Aldi is lovely. Woolworths checkout chicks/chaps are surly and at Coles they're often none too bright. But the kids at Aldi are great. They tell me the pay id pretty good and that unlike the big retailers, they're allowed to have piercings, tatts and spacers too.
"One should always be in love" said Oscar Wilde, "That is the reason one should never marry."
The essence of love is transitory, but it is no less wonderful for all that. Possibly it's fleeting nature makes it even more precious each time you stumble upon it.
I just remembered my all time favourite Winston Churchill quote regarding proper English usage. In reference to the commonplace but technically incorrect practice of ending a sentence with a preposition he said:
"That is the kind of pedantic nitpicking, up with which I will not put."
I'm re-reading Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. Two heroes of fantasy writing from opposite sides of The Pond. This is the new, second edition (My First Edition fell apart from over use about 4 years ago)
Brilliant swings are taken at religion, Armageddon and the pitfalls of using magick in everyday life. Central to the story is the chase for a great book of Prophecies. the only accurate book of prophecies ever written. In 1642 by an eccentric named Agnes Nutter, Witch.
There's a devil's minion, an archangel, an order of Satanic nuns, a hound from hell and of course, the devil incarnate has to make a showing...but not in the way that had been planned.
They're geniuses, both of those writers. Together they are sublime. The new introduction is so side splittingly funny that I advise you not to read it on public transport, unless you can cope easily with like looking like a total nutter, guffawing away to yourself in the bus shelter.
A man goes to the doctor and she says to him "You really must stop masturbating"
He asks "Why?" and she says
"Because it's making it very difficult for me to examine you."
My demands of men are few it seems
When ranged beside this young girl's dreams
Of chivalry and derring do
Of Earthly riches, and hawtness too.
It's rare enough that perfection is found
Upon one small patch of masculine ground.
That those few who meet your high criteria
Are beset by females, who cling like wisteria
Wound round yon sturdy garden arbours
Hon, it's hard to find berths in such crowded harbours.
A less stellar man would fulfill my yearnings
One keen to amble down life's unmapped turnings
A fellow willing to share a laugh or three
(And to hit the bowl when he goes for a pee)
Though Priapic traits I do highly prize
In my time on this earth I have surmised
That a good few fellows tend to waver
In how often they require our sexual favours
Now if he should lose this most important of traits
I may well have a go on one of his mates.
ETA: I loved your male view btw....A fine devil's advocate or what? Can't equal it and will not humble myself trying.