Wednesday, October 01, 2003


I decided to post my personal stuff on a blog devoted specifically to that purpose. If I start mixing politics with my sex life I could end up getting horny every time John Ashcroft moves his sexy lips. Since I'm too tired to write something new, I thought I would post an entry that I erased from the other blog. Here it is in all its glory:

I'm definitely disturbed tonight. The heat wave we've been having in Houston is insane. 105 degrees in the shade. The 100% humidity was what made it unbearable. You felt like you were swimming through the air and it was pressing down on your lungs like it wanted to smother you. Narnia and the North! Thankfully, it broke and the temp is about 73 degrees. I'm wearing a sweater. I know... how gay.

I have had a lot of sex lately. Maybe I secretly want another baby or maybe it is just the steamy southern nights. Anyway, I've never been affected by the heat this way, but I guess it's as good a way as any to pass the time.

My evening (last night): I came home from work around 9:00 pm. I waded through the air and went inside. My husband was studying for his finals and the kids were gone to their grandparents’ house. Even though the AC had been running all day, it was about 90 degrees inside. I went to the fridge. My husband had finished the last coke so I took out a cold beer. I put on a very light cotton nightgown - kind of like a long tank top. I cracked open that beer and drank it in about 2 gulps. One thing I learned in college is that nothing seems as physically painful if you're a little drunk, including the heat. I didn't even have the energy to turn on the TV. I just sat there drinking beer. After the third one I dozed off a little. I hadn't eaten all day, so they hit me kind of fast. Unless you live in the heat and drink beer, I can't begin to describe how good that feels.

Just as I was almost fully relaxed, I heard a book slam shut and my husband (I'll call him Jethro) came stalking out into the living room. "I can't concentrate." That was all he said. He pulled off my nightgown and we went at it. We were at it for quite a while. The heat was so enervating that it seemed like we were doing it underwater. We finally finished and went straight to bed. Lucky thing for Jethro that I'm not the cuddling type. It was an interesting screw. I'll leave it at that. Except for the fact that he came on to me, I felt like a man. "Drink a little beer, make a little love, go down for the night. Uh huh, Uh huh." We woke up at 4:00am (barely) and did it again. Neither of us said a word the whole night.

So now that I have entered this account of such a deeply personal and sexual nature and recorded it for posterity, I will close. Hope it was entertaining. Goodnight.