Lorem Ipsum > Pain for Pleasure.

Back in college, I took a typesetting class where Lorem Ipsum was the common dummy language to fill in paragraphs. At that time, I knew it was Latin-ish, but never gave much thought to what it might actually mean.

"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipisicing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum." 

Today, for some reason I decided to look into it.

According to Lipsum.com, it appears a typesetter altered "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum," which was written in 45 BC by Cicero. Lorem Ipsum has been used by typesetters since its first appearance about 500 years ago. In 1914, H Rackham provided the following translation:

"No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?"

I find most of the text interesting, especially considering its appropriateness for most of society today... but then I re-read the first sentence.

"those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful"

It makes me wonder if Cicero maybe just wasn't into spanking or other masochistic pleasures.

Springtime Pheromones

It must be springtime and pheromones are in the air. Good Lord!

(Perhaps I should have posted a picture of bunnies instead?)

Of course, they must be ePheromones. Or would that be the iPheromone? All of this is happening online while I sit in my frumpy pajamas without makeup on, tapping away on my computer.

Two years ago I posted an ad in POF.com looking for an intimate partner. I was lonely and horny and completely ignored by D.

Hot Springs, part I

In the middle of winter, B and I met up at a motel near a tiny mountain town.

I was excited, since this is the first time we had ever had a hotel room. Usually we meet at a hiking trailhead or in a car.

As soon as I put my things in the room, we hopped into his car and drove toward the springs, which are a half mile hike in from the parking area. We parked, hiked in, changed into swimsuits, and tiptoed into the hot pools. I'd never been to a hot springs before. This one is clothing optional, and of the 30 or so people there, about half were naked. I decided to take off my suit, while B kept his trunks on.

The other guy in the pool with us was naked, and I swore when he stretched out to relax, he was purposely trying to point his junk at me. I was tempted to wink at him to see what he'd do, but I was afraid of what he'd do.

B kept referring to him as "Stretch nuts" and out of respect for everyone I tried really hard to not look. But I wanted to.