TMI Tuesday - 1/8

Rabbits! 

1. What feels better, the moment right before cumming, the moment of cumming, or the moment right after cumming? 
We discussed and decided that all three feel really good, for different reasons.

2. For the fellas: it is said that guys will fuck anything that moves. but what if you’re a hippie who’s in love with the wind, how would that relationship work out?
L says, "Blow jobs are nice but mouths feel much better than breezes..."

3. For the ladies: what would be your first gut reaction after the guy you’re on a first date with after months of online chatting looks you straight in the eye and whispers to you even before saying hi, “let’s fuck like rabbits…”? 
I have to say my initial response would be to laugh it off.  I'm horribly shy and I'd be super embarrassed (while possibly a bit flattered) if someone who I wasn't very comfortable with said that to me. If I wasn't sure about him or didn't feel much of a connection when chatting, then I'd be wary from then on.  If I felt a strong connection with him, then I'd take that as intent and move on with our date, knowing where it could lead if I wanted it to.

4. There can only be ONE!!! okay, you have to choose EITHER your dream man/woman/lover/partner or your dream job, one or the other, not both. Which do you choose for the rest of your life and why? 
I would take my dream lover over my dream job, no questions asked.  A job is a job - a means to earn my keep.  Obviously, some jobs are hellish, some are tolerable and others are a joy to attend every day.  In the end though, it's the people in your life that help you get through.  Jobs come and go, but your lover is your constant source of love and support through all of it, even long after you've retired and no longer hold a job.

5. Is love itself, being in love, crazy? Or is the world crazy, and love serves to heal a crazy world? or is it that you’re crazy and the world is just fine? I guess what i’m asking from you is for a little treatise on the general topic of love and craziness. what is love?…baby, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me…
What is love?  I ponder this question fairly often - what is love?  Does it exist?  Really? Do I feel it?  Do I trust it? How do I find someone who will feel that way about me? Is that even possible? Am I unlovable? All unanswerable in the end.  Bah.

Bonus: If all of us in the blogging community pooled our resources together and chained our blogs in unison into one big shining electrical power line of humanity, could we save the world?
Um.  No?