There's a boy in my bed. I can't sleep.

I’ve been seeing rock star boy (RSB) for about 3 months now. He’s spent the night a half a dozen times although last night was the first time in probably over a month. I like to be right next to, or touching someone when I sleep. As a general rule, I sleep better knowing someone is there. Sometimes my dog curls up against my back and stays there all night. I sleep well those nights. That said, I’m not used to having a boy in my bed. As I lay there last night I kept oscillating between how amazing it felt to have someone I liked curled up behind me with his arms around me, and... my nose itches; my foot itches, I don’t want to scratch and wake him up; my arm is falling asleep, I’ll try to ignore it. I don’t want to roll over. Come on sleep. Where are you? Come to bed will you? I think I have to pee. Now my arm is really asleep.

You get the picture. Am I the only one this happens to? After a couple hours of this (and a few position changes) I eventually drifted off. I slept fitfully—but happily, if that makes any sense at all. Today I am exhausted and really not looking forward to four hours of practice tonight. At the same time I am blissfully moony. Every morning should start off with an orgasm. I digress.

So, assuming we continue to like each other as we get to know each other better, and spend more nights together, will I get used to having him there? I don’t remember going through this with my ex, but that was a long, long time ago.

Real things rollergirls say

I will try to find some of the old ones. Hopefully I have them in emails or elsewhere. The names of the innocent and the guilty will be changed or left out.  Here's one from a month or so ago.

"I went to the doctor today about allergies and got an unscheduled pap smear. I usually like to prepare for those because you never know what you're going to find in my vagina. There could have been little plastic army men in there."

Storm the trenches! Clear out the foxholes!

For fuck's sake

I’ve been saving random thoughts on sex, men, mental health, feminism, snippets of poetry, and my fabulous collection of real things rollergirls say in my hotmail draft folder for years. It’s gone. Eaten. Deleted. Never backed up and never to return. These are the things that amuse me or puzzle me or I find brilliant that are not safe for work, family, or facebook. Rather than making the same mistake, I am going to post them here. Maybe someone else will be amused as well.