A while back, I mentioned that I hardly ever notice thongs anymore. Luckily for me, the other night I was able to snap this gem:

The nightlife was hopping that night…even in New York you don’t usually see this sort of blatant thong showing! In any case, I’m glad I was there to provide extreme proof of “visible panty lines”!

One of my friends emailed me the other day after looking through the site and asked me when I became such a nympho-voyeur. I told him that it was natural…most women just don’t admit to it.

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been hit on by some drooling he-dog in Times Square while dressed in any one of my least sexy outfits (sweat pants, t-shirt…you know), I’d be a millionaire. Bottom line is, if there is flesh to look at, it’s only natural to desire…and well, that’s what I do.

I was following a couple of girls in hot pants.

There is nothing hotter than a nice ass in skin tight short shorts. Except maybe a nice ass coming out of skin tight short shorts, but I digress.

In any case, if it were a bit more confident I’d have approached them. Alas, it wasn’t in me at the time!

It appears that iexistonlyasa.com has come under a spam attack…Lots of poo has been showing up, and I see roughboy (it’s his server) doing the best to remove the stuff.

I wonder how many people happen across this site and only see the “Wide Women” part of the title?

Before any of the internet jerks come out, and despite the fact I’ve had a child, no, I’m not “wide”. Maybe someday, I’ll post pics to prove it, but til then you’ll have to take my word for it!

As you can see, I’ve got a lot of stuff here about me. My likes, dislikes, activities and even a little about my “friends.”. While I may not be the smartest girl on the block (or most beautiful) I do think that I have a lot going for me.

Over the years (more than 25, less than 30), I have learned a lot about myself and people in general…though by certain social standards I’m not exactly a normal person. Really though, because of the challenges that stigma comes with, I may know more. Oh well.

Here are a few more tidbits about me for your reading pleasure:

1. Even though I consider myself lesbian, I have had and enjoyed male ‘companionship’, boyfriends even.

2. I do have a son.

3. I’m not from NYC…maybe that’s why I don’t think it’s the most glorious place on earth.

No sex party for me.

A lot of things just weirded me out. I like sex. A lot. I like women the most, but I don’t have a problem with men. But what is it about a large group getting together for the sole reason of having sex with people you don’t know?

Embarrassment? Don’t think so…I don’t have any problem with my body or showing it off.

Intimacy (or lack thereof)? Possibly. How close do you feel to a random someone while he/she is groping? Do I really need to go to one of these parties to find an easy lay or 10? Nope.

Cleanliness? I don’t need to be getting hepatitis or herpes or something like that. At least if you know the person you’re sleeping with they might feel somewhat accountable…not so with one of these parties.

Think I’m going to take my chances with the bar scene…or maybe the sofa and some popcorn right after a nice long solitary bath.

The other day I was talking to a friend and our topic quickly turned to this. She had been invited to a sex party, and could bring as many females with her as she wanted. I was intrigued, obviously, but always apprehensive. How many times would some ugly fat guy rub against me before I lost my head and went searching for the nearest steak knife to put an end to his disgusting little dick’s existence?

Needless to say, I probably won’t be going. According to her, I’m too much of a prude. According to me, I don’t feel like being felt up by a stranger’s heap of sweaty fat rolls.

Guess I’ll just have my own little party…

Ahh, summer in Times Square. Short shorts, short skirts, skimpy (and tight!) clothes. I’ve got to admit, one of my favorite things has to be walking behind a woman who has a VPL (visible panty line). I LOVE knowing that all that separates me from that panty is a miniscule layer of cloth…

One thing, however, that I’ve noticed this year compared to last is that thongs seem to be out. I see hot-pants-type panties and briefs much more than I used to–which is fine, they’re all sexy. Alright so I’m an ass girl.

so I work in manhattan, the heart of times square to be precise. yes, I have a day job…I’ve got to pay the rent…and well, as anyone who has been to new york knows, everything is expensive, rent being no exception.

I digress…

most of the time, I hate working in the middle of times square, simply because of the tourists. I try to go out for lunch and practically get trampled on the way to one of a couple different options for a non-tourist to eat–but it normally ends up being at a cart–$3 for a styrofoam thingy of rice and chicken. whatever. by the time I fight three blocks through the tourists to the cart and back to the office, my 45 minute lunch “hour” is over and I haven’t even eaten yet.

but being in times square does have it’s benefits…a lot of people means a lot of women. a lot of women end up providing a lot of eye candy…so when I’m not being run over by bike messengers or taxis, I’m taking in the sites. *drool* so often have I fantasized about following a tourist chicka back to her hotel room and, well, you can use your imagination what happens there.