La Roux’s “I’m Not Your Toy”

Love, love is like a stubborn youth
That you'd rather just deny
I'm walking on a broken roof
While I'm looking at the sky
 
It's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't like me
You just want the attention
 
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy x2
 
Love, love hides in a smoky light
And I can never find the truth
Boy, your touches leave me mystified
And I wish I could believe in you
 
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't like me
You just want the attention
 
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy x3
 
It's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention
Yes it's all false love and affection
You don't like me
You just want the attention
 
I'm not your toy
This isn't another girl meets boy

Lily Allen’s “Fuck You”

Look inside,
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we’re so uninspired,
so sick and tired of all the
hatred you harbor

So you say
It’s not okay to be gay
Well I think you’re just evil
You’re just some racist who
can’t tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you (Fuck You)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don’t translate
And it’s getting quite late
So please don’t stay in touch

Do you get,
Do you get a little kick out of
being slow minded?
You want to be like your father
It’s approval your after
Well that’s not how you find it

Do you,
Do you really enjoy living a
life that’s so hateful?
Cause there’s a hole where
your soul should be
Your losing control of it and
it’s really distasteful

Fuck you (Fuck You)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you (Fuck You)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don’t
translate and it’s getting
quite late
So please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you,
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you,
Fuck yooooou

You say
You think we need to go to war
well you’re already in one
Cause it’s people like you
who need to get slew
No one wants your opinion

Fuck you (Fuck You)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you (Fuck You)
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don’t
translate and it’s getting
quite late
So please don’t stay in touch

Fuck you, Fuck you
Fuck you, Fuck you
Fuck you, Fuck you

In the words of Michael Jordan…

Musicians and athletes fall of the face of the Earth to pursue other things.  Some resurface, others stay hidden amongst the “regular people”. Others just kinda wash up, get another fifteen minutes, then disappear again. Some examples:

• Mase left to follow God
• After ten years, Sade releases an album that sells half a million copies during its first week of release
• Some people, like Evander Holyfield, are like zombies…they just keep won’t go away, despite being banned from boxing in New York. The  man will take what he can get, even managing to cha cha his way into Dancing with the Stars
• Michael Jordan retired shortly after the murder of his father in 93.
• And then returned in ’95.
• And then retired again in ‘99.
• And then returned in 2001.
• And was finally done in 2003.

I am no means an artist or an athlete, but I know I’ve been itching to get back to writing. To reading. To immersing myself back in tales of lust and love, to hitting my laptop’s flour-dusted keys as I scroll through various recipes of red velvet cake, looking for just the perfect one. The cake, which I have made three times now, is a definite keeper, by the way

So this is a means to gently wake Sex & Food, and in hopes of actually cultivating this blog into something bigger.

I’m back.

Nothin’ On You

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
i know you feel where i’m coming from
regardless of the things in my past that i’ve done
most of really was for the hell of the fun
on the carousel so around i spun (spun)
with no directions just tryna get some (some)
tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun)
this is how i lost more than i had ever won
and honestly i ended up with none

there’s no much nonsense
it’s on my conscience
i’m thinking baby i should get it out
and i don’t wanna sound redundant
but i was wondering if there was something that you wanna know
(that you wanna know)
but never mind that we should let it go (we should let it go)
cos we don’t wanna be a t.v episode (t.v episode)
and all the bad thoughts just let them go (go, go, go)

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
hands down there will never be another one
i been around and i never seen another one
look at your style they ain’t really got nothing on
and you out and you ain’t got nothing on
baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes
and you keep it real while them other stay plastic
you’re my wonder women call me mr. fantastic
stop.. now think about it

i’ve been to london, i’ve been to paris
even went out there to tokyo
back home down in georgia to new orleans
but you always still to show (still to show)

http://www.elyricsworld.com/nothin’_on_you_lyrics_b.o.b.html

and just like that girl you got me fro (got me fro)
like a nintendo 64 (64)
if you never knew well now you know (know, know, know)

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
everywhere i go i’m always hearing your name (name, name)
and no matter where i’m at girl you make me wanna sing (sing)
weather a bus or a plane or a car or a train
no other girls in my brain and you the one to blame

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn’t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
yeah and that’s just how we do it
and i’ma let this ride
B O B and bruno mars

Grown Apart

Dontchya do it to me
Findin’ a way to live
Givin’ it everything
Don’t chya do it to me
There’s something inside of me

It’s hopeful, but bittersweet.
I think in time you will see
The memories never fade
Tell me we’ll feel the pain?
I really hope you agree
Until what I said I would
Doing the things I should

Chorus

Finally
I’m seeing clearer

Finally
We can be who we are

Dont chya do it to me
There’s nothing to forgive
Giving it everything

Don’t chya do it to me
We’ll see what we want to see
Go to the memory
I think it’s time we let be
Things that we couldn’t change

Won’t make that mistake again?
God in my heart I believe
We do what we know we should
Heading to something good.

Finally
I’m seeing clearer
Finally
We can be who we are

Finally
the future seems nearer

Finally
we can be who we are

Inside of us, feels but we trust nobody
You know it’s time for us to go our separate ways

Inside of us, feels right but trust nobody
You know it’s time to go our separate ways

Finally
Never knew it would be this hard
Didn’t ever think we’d that we would grow apart.
Never knew it would be so hard
Didn’t ever think that we’d would grow apart.

-Lisa Shaw

PORN- delicious, delicious PORN

…food porn that is

Go ahead and look... I won't tell

Carne asada fries. I know, right?

Wanna do it in the Bay of Unawareness? Fisting Cove?

Been gone for a bit working in Seattle, mending a broken heart, bar-hopping, settling into my new apartment, turning down not an Italian stallion, but a beautiful Italian mare   and basically attempting to ignore this growing heat between my thighs. A girl needs dick, what can I say?

Anyway…

Let’s play a game! It’s the Human Sex Map! I love this thing! Its the interactive way to keep track of your sexual activities! Pinpoint what you’ve done and liked (and disliked), your fetishes, your fantasies, etc. The one thing that sucks is that if you mess up, you gotta clear ALL your pins

I invite you all to play and post! I’d love to see everyones!

As for me… I have A LOT of exploring to do Here’s mine

My Sex Map!

Ex-Factor

By Lauryn Hill. Sing it girl!

It could all be so simple
But you’d rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Is this just a silly game
That forces you to act this way
Forces you to scream my name
Then pretend that you can’t stay
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity
No one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

Hook:
No matter how I think we grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain’t workin’
It ain’t workin’
And when I try to walk away
You’d hurt yourself to make me stay
This is crazy
This is crazy

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can’t be with no one else
See I know what we got to do
You let go and I’ll let go too
‘Cause no one’s hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

Repeat Hook

Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me

There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me
You said you’d die for me

Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me
(Repeat)

Lovers & Friends

It’s only been 10 days since we’ve broken up but it feels like an eternity.

Decided to move out of my apartment. I figure its an opportune time- I got a housing offer for cheaper, and before we broke up, I wouldn’t have considered taking this place, but like I said, its an opportune time. Must be a sign. He plays baseball at the same park I go running, and for right now, I’d rather not run into him anyway.

Surrounded by boxes and cleaning supplies, its a beautiful day, I should be distracted but for some reason, I’ve just as sad as I was the day we broke up. He’s texted me, called me since, and we’ve had good conversation, but I wasn’t as sad as I feel now. It’s odd.

I WANT TO FUCK

Plain and simple.

This isn’t about O. Remember that scene in Forgetting Sarah Marshall when Kristen Bell’s character wants Jason Segal’s character back and is ready for some make up sex?

“MAYBE THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU BROKE MY HEART INTO A MILLION PIECES AND SO MY COCK DOESN”T WANT TO BE AROUND YOU ANYMORE!!!”