Debbi Uncensored

  Last night, Bendy and I got a hotel room. Oh yes, folks, we’re moving into the big time now. LOL Upon arriving, he pulled out his guitar and sang me the new comedy song he wrote to “try out his material” on someone. I was rolling, because I was laughing so hard. Oh dear cheeze itz, this man is funny as shit. Once he was done with that, we moved on to talking about our fetishes and kinks. Ya know, with our clothes on, because it would have been far too distracting clothes off and we both needed to focus on what the other was saying. Let’s just say we’re well suited and move on with the evening. I jumped his ass. Fully clothed. I pushed this man back and mounted him. Then I pushed his hands over his head and told him to leave them there. He knew the safewords, we were going to have some fun. He he he “Yes, ma’am” he groaned I then proceeded to dry hump this man like nobody’s business. He was moaning, I was grinning, and he kept his hands right where I told him to, like a good boy. ...

  I’ve gone through three tragedies plus my firing in four months, but you see, folks, I’m so used to tragedy now that moving forward is the only way for me, as sad as that is to write. Grief still comes in waves, but life must go on. My adventures aren’t over, my friends. I refuse to live out the rest of my life in the shadows again when I’ve spent so many years dancing in the rain now. Last night, Bendy and I had a date, our third. Yes, I’m calling him that for a reason, no you don’t get to know. 😛 He picked me up promptly, at 515pm, opened the car door for me, and off we went to the venue where he and his comedy group were performing for a Comedy Festival. We talked in the car, regular stuff, I’m not giving out all the details here people. I’m not a pornographer, not anymore at least. Into the venue we went, where I got to spend time in the green room and meet his comedy group. They were all incredibly funny, and I tried to keep up with my own sense of wit. I laughed so much wa...

  Post Traumatic Stress Queen Chapter 1 When I began using the site, the internet was new, and I was an immature young woman who didn't know what she wanted from life. The site was called AdultFriendFinder; it was in the late nineties to early aughts. I lived in Texas and was lonely and tired of going to the bars. The friend who told me about it didn't prepare me. I never met anyone when I used it in Texas. Are you kidding me? I was such a scaredy cat. However, I did peruse a lot of profiles and chatted with other users. I closed that account sometime before I left Texas and moved to Michigan. I didn't think of the site again until after I remarried and we started having trouble. Thus began my descent into the more salacious part of my life on the site. Not that I was innocent—oh no. Living near an army base with a bunch of bars? I was perhaps one of the most sexually active women I knew. I could write a whole book about my late twenties. Believe it or not, I'm not here...

Here we are, a gorgeous Saturday morning in sunny Whorlando Florida, before the big fire ball in the sky becomes too intense. We are gathered here today to a little walkie poo through my gardens. Are we ready? Let's go.... This week, we're starting in the backyard because I have to show off the passion flower. Has it become obvious to anyone that I absolutely love the passion fruit flower? It's so cool and unique. This particular variety of passion fruit, the blooms only open in the evening. So, I went out last night to make sure I got this picture. Some passion flowers, the blooms open all day and close at night. Still others only bloom during the night and close during the day. Fascinating, huh? As you can see below, I took the crown off the pineapple and planted it to start a new plant. You can do this with any organic pineapple you buy at the store by the way. (Non organic ones have some kind of growth inhibitor sprayed on them). All you have to do is cut off the crown ...

This week, we're in for a bit of a change in content. As most of you know, I'm having a procedure on my back this Friday. This procedure does require me to be under anesthesia. Last week, I got a call from the hospital, for my "Pre Admission Screening". It seems I cannot take Wegovy the week before the surgery since Wegovy slows down digestion so much. They're afraid I'll still have food in my stomach which could cause issues with anesthesia, and have asked me to withhold my dose until Friday. I usually take it Tuesday. I don't have a lot to report, yet. I haven't noticed a difference in my appetites or cravings. Truth be told, Wegovy is the type of thing that you can always take it at any time that day. It doesn't need to be taken at the same time every week. Technically, it hasn't even been a day without it. I feel like this will be a fascinating experiment for me, to see what changes I experience in the coming days, if any. I will write abou...

 I don't have a lot to report. Life on Wegovy has become routine, and I feel as though I'm saying the same kinds of things over and over. That said, there is about to be a change in the household. Nick, my partner, was just prescribed Ozempic through the VA. Yes, people, even the Veteran's Administration prescribes this stuff depending on the case, obviously. Nick is a Marine (Marines never retire hooyah) veteran of the Gulf War. He's diabetic, so he was prescribed Ozempic over Wegovy. (As we discussed last week, they're the same medication.) He and I discussed my journey more in depth. I gave him all my warnings. Drink more water than ever before, eat slow, avoid high fat, high sugar foods, etc. To be clear, I cook for the house, and I make his lunch for work every day. He has, by my diet plan, been following a diabetic's diet. But, Nick has his own mind and this thing called purchasing power and a vehicle. Trust, he hasn't even made an attempt...