datyaddict

Bravissima, Bella!

Well then Happy Birthday today, and here's an IOU on a massive birthday hug at the social ;)

Okay, I've only been here (exactly) a month, so I may still have my rose-coloursed newbie glasses on, but this thread is ... strange to me. Is this really what cerb is? In a month, I've seen nothing but love, encouragement, support... incredible sex... seems to me that that's what cerb is about. Not this bickery hurty stuff. At the science blogs I read, internet polls are mocked mercilessly for being unscientific, poorly worded/constructed/defined, and generally a bad metric for anything. I think we're seeing why now. You can't force a square peg into a round hole, and this kind of poll tries to make a net into a ladder. Then again, I'm new - far be it from me to pontificate on what cerb is. I could be wrong, but this whole thread seems ... wrong somehow. I leave the last word to the experts. Without people, you're nothing.

Congratulations, Malika! You have a great big heart that shines through all 1500 of your posts!

Recos are hard for me, but I must say that Nicki is one in a million. Full of fun surprises, smart, warm... In short... If I had a GF with Nicki's GFE, I'd be shopping for a ring.

There's a whole thread about how recos are subjective to the point of being almost useless... So, no opinions, just facts. Luxie is the real deal, and far more beautiful in person than any picture could possibly convey. The only comment I can make is that there may a typo in her ad - she says 'princess' when I think 'goddess' might be slightly more appropriate ;)

Great thread! I was wondering something similar to this. Well, the opposite - are there any words that you really hate? I knew a girl once who despised to word 'pussy'. Another still used infantile terms.... Which was off-putting - I'll do things a 'pussy' I wouldn't dream of doing to a 'woo-hoo'. is interesting and relevant... Additional Comments: Duly noted. Also not sure if you're the only one, but if you're not, you've at least chosen well. I'd do things with Miss LuLu Pussypie that Bertha O'SadVaj will never experience.

I still remember the funny looks from the telegraph operators whenever I wanted to post a comment... Still, a reply to a summer's message warmed many a winter night. TrueFact: All the acronyms we know and love were initially developed for use in telegrams! (Except for CID, which was developed never to be used at all)

One of my friends on Facebook is a BBW - a staggeringly witty and talented one, as I often point out. Her status updates about the crap she goes through are heartbreaking. Absolutely gut-wrenching, tear-inducing, 'OMG-how-can-people-be-so-horrible' heartbreaking. People actually go out of their way to insult her. And worst of all, it's gone on so long, and become so ingrained, she's totally and utterly blind to what a one-of-a-kind legendary ultracatch she actually is. In fact, she seems to have no self-esteem left at all. And she's just one of the thousands/millions of amazing women who have just been utterly ground down by this kind of abuse. I keep thinking of this: All. The Time.

It's been so long... Harper was Prime Minister... there was a recession on... war in the middle east. I dunno, a month?

Ottawa's a good town for servers, but the beginning of summer is when the hiring gets done, so you may be out of luck. (Also, being a 2-university town, students tend to grab a lot of the parttime jobs in the fall). As for rent, $600/month won't get you very far downtown, but housing _is_ way cheaper over the bridge in Hull/Gatineau...

Is there even such a thing? There's never any guarantee that you'll get along with the best-reviewed lady in town. And there's nothing to say that you won't turn out to be the kind of person the worst-reviewed lady in town actually connects with. It's as subjective and variable and crazymaking as... well, falling in love<g>. Just a lot less complicated and generally safer ;)

I humbly submit #6 to your list: "Have been trying for weeks to find the words to describe how amazing it was." It's not that easy, especially if you're new. :)

Ditto. Whispers go in ears, tongues go in ... well, not ears. ;) But just 'cos it's not my bag doesn't mean I'm sure it's somebody's... As always, the general rule is "Ask before you stick your tongue in there." Really good general rule anyway.

I love having my earlobes sucked/nibbled, and really love sucking/nibbling earlobes - except large earrings are often my nemesis<g>...

Okay, I've actually learned a lot more than what I said before on cerb, but it was about myself. And the #3 thing I've learned about cerb is that I can say something like the following without mockery. I've learned not be afraid of sex. More specifically, I've learned not to be afraid of me having sex. Inexperienced as I was, I had no idea what I'd be like in bed. I was terrified that I'd get so caught up in my own needs and pleasure that I'd be disrespectful, or even possibly cruel. I had no particular reason to think I would be - other than the whole uncertainty of it all. It was a part of myself I'd never experienced. I'd seen perfectly lovely people turn into d!cks when drunk... what if I became a d!ick during sex? Would gentle, joking Jekyll be replaced by a hateful hurtful Hyde? What if, for all my talk of respect, deep down, when it came to it, what if I ended up treating women like objects for own gratification? Worst of all, what if I got so caught up in getting off, that I ignore words like "stop." I frankly wouldn't be able to live with myself. And then the ladies of cerb taught me I was wrong. Utterly wrong. Completely and totally and gloriously wrong. I'm the same me inside the bedroom as outside. The only difference is the number of orgasms. And it's obvious. How could it be otherwise? WTF was I afraid of? Just the unknown. Turns out, I'm as murmery and giggly and sentimental in bed as I am ... well, when drunk<g>. It's a natural extension of every make-her-smile instinct I've ever had. At cerb, I met some amazing ladies, who were then kind enough to introduce me to a part of myself that had never seen daylight. A part of myself that I was afraid of meeting - nobody likes to meet themselves, there's always the chance they won't like what they see. But it turns out it's the same me I've always known. And I am better and braver for it. Thank you, ladies. So Much.

I'm no expert, but http://www.cerb.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=49620 might have some info.

My fave of the now is: http://youtu.be/B1wuJE7iQDs Seasick Steve, Jack White, and ... oh, I don't even wanna spoil who's on bass...

I don't know if it's just me being naive, but I thought we'd reached the point where condom use was just accepted as being a good idea on its own merits, and we had outgrown any connotations of mistrust or anything like that. I've never thought of it being about trust. Being naked, alone in a room with a stranger is trust<g>. You use condoms for the same reason you don't shower together with a toaster - it's just safety. And as the poet said, SAFE sex doesn't mean NO sex... ... it just means 'Use Your Imagination' ;)

I've only been here a little while, and have so much to learn. I guess the top 2 things are: 1. This industry isn't as terrible and fundamentally exploitative as the media would lead you to believe. It's possible to reconcile a respect for women with this hobby. In fact, if you don't have a respect for women, you've got no business here. 2. Any joke I come up with, Old Dog has already made.

I can't nominate this post at the moment (guess I gave Elizabeth too much love last night.. er, I mean.. noms!) but I wanted to quote her for truth again - it's not about solicitation or convenience, someone was being stalked and that's what we need to find ways to stop.

Very true, sorry. I just went for the easy joke without thinking. No disrespect intended.

It's possible that some guys may not be comfortable with this, suspecting the SP of collecting deposits and then never even coming to town. So, I suggest out-of-town-clients don't leave a deposit, but rather leave their wife's work address. Then, in the event of a no-show, to SP knows where to go and who to talk to ;)

Quoted For Truth.