This entry was originally posted at Mushroom Print.

The other day, I was walking down the street, clearly stressed out because I was one ingredient short for my mom’s birthday present. You saw me with your friends and felt the need to comment about me:

Is that a man or a woman? I can’t tell.

An obvious lie, since I have breasts bigger than most breastfeeding mothers. But you felt the need to shoot it my way anyway.

I don’t know if it was because I was stressed and hadn’t showered or because I was in slacks and obviously hadn’t fixed myself up. Maybe it was the sweatshirt I was wearing, supporting a football team you hated. I don’t know.

Your friends started laughing. Someone said right or exactly or I agree.

Had you been 15, I wouldn’t have been surprised, but you were well over 20. I’d say either pushing 30 or way past it already.

So thank you mystery man for feeling you had the right to take your crappy life out on me. Thank you for feeling the need to push me down because I didn’t live up to the standards you felt women should meet.

Or maybe you pushed me down so that you could push yourself higher?

Here’s a mushroom print for you old man, because you obviously haven’t left high school and you felt the need to drag me back there, even if for just one day.

This entry was originally posted at Mushroom Print.

I feel mislead.

In every sitcom I watch, every dirty novel I read and every Playboy/Penthouse magazine I scour the Q&A for – I’m lead to believe, men are more sexual than women.

Men want it more.

There’s always some sort of power struggle where the woman holds out on the sexual or the man gets rewarded with a sexual favour when being such a good little boy. I know of course these are not the ideal situations to build a long lasting relationship, but my point is, the man is always wanting and willing.

This has never ever been the case in the relationships I’ve been in and I feel so… betrayed. Betrayed by TV and reliable magazines who have mislead me into thinking that the sex power dynamic in a relationship will be mine.

My reality have rather been that men are hot and eager for the first couple of weeks followed by being fulfilled and satisfied which only leads to me being “the beggar” later on in the relationship.  Some have lasted every day, others are satisfied with a couple of times a week. Me on the other hand, I’ve been yearning for round two.

I have nothing to fear when it comes to my own abilities, and I know I have nothing to fear over their fidelity. I. Just. Want. MORE.

So this fist goes out to all those misleading shows and magazines out there, who disregard the fact that men are human and not lead by their weiners. They are tired and sometimes choose a video game over sex. You lied to me Penthouse, you deceived me Playboy and I never again want to hear a TV husband beg for sex!

Jennifer, my guest blogger, is a 20 something artist who loves gulping down the Starbucks coffees. Married with a baby girl, she still finds time to watch those grisly slasher movies she loves. What a trooper!

Me myself, I’m guest blogging over at Allisons blog.

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So here I am blogging on Sour Puss for Bloggerstock. What is Bloggerstock you ask? It’s a group of bloggers who sign up to guest post on eachother’s blogs. Like a mashup or blogring of posts. It promotes us and give each of us an insight into bloggers we’ve never met before and gives us a taste of their writing style. It’s all very awesome.

This month we’re talking about the shit on our desks and the story behind it all. In my case, there’s really no story behind anything on my desk. Well… there is. But it’s not all to interesting. But I’m posting it anyway ’cause I wanna make you suffer my boring life.

So my desk. I love my desk. It’s actually brand new and clean and white. So pretty I also slapped some Hello Kitty wall decals on it to make it look cute and stuff since, well, they didn’t have a Hello Kitty desk and I’m super creative like that. But in the past couple of months everyone else (my son and my husband) have been slowly taking over my desk. You see, I have this corkboard that covers half of the back of the desk. I’ve hung some things there but my son… He discovered my thumbtacks and has been hanging every single drawing he does on it.

I haven’t been able to use my poor corkboard for my own selfish needs since.

But those two aren’t the only ones who have taken over my desk. There’s also my dolls, my brand new tablet, and this little stinker…

This is Pippa (yes, named after a character in Libba Bray’s books). She is my partner in crime. By that I mean she hangs out next to my laptop and goes out with me on photo shoots with the girls. She is a Pinky:St doll I got last year for my birthday. I love the look on her face, don’t you?

So that’s my desk. I have lots more crap on my desk but it’s mostly just… crap. Stuff that sits there and collects dust or stuff that’s sitting there waiting to get thrown out. Oh yea, and my coffee cup collection. I’m kinda lazy about putting cups in the sink right away.

If you’re looking for more to read from more of us, just follow the ring of links on our posts, or find them on the Bloggerstock site. You can find another post for Bloggerstock on my blog by another awesome blogger as well. So enjoy! And see you round the ‘net.