<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:31.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Opinions</title><subtitle type='html'>Just one woman's opinion on life as she sees it.   

Ok.  One very opinionated woman's opinion on life as she sees it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-113090181398933224</id><published>2005-11-01T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:27:12.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey says.... lay off the porn dude.</title><content type='html'>Copy this entire list into your blog BOLD everything about you that is true. Leave plain anything that is false about you. Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex while wearing a blindfold.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Uh no. I pick the ones I like to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blindfolded someone else during sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. But with these extra 10 lbs on me, it sounds like a good option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex while watching porn. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no. I'm not that bored with sex that I have to watch tv at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huh? What IS it with all this porn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep better after sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not usually. Usually I got the wet spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I'm single and not dating. If that were the case, I'd be zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yes it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So now I'm the porn?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uh, I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.I have had sex over a web cam.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; You can't be serious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe. Let's hope there's a bed nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been tied up during sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No way in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex with someone who was tied up. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So far I've not had to resort to that. They come willingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dripped wax onto a lover's body. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm clumsy. But not that clumsy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lover drip wax onto my body. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It would be the first and last time, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a foot fetish.I have a leather fetish. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love shoes. Does that count? Women shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tickle fetish.I like being choked during sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh sure, coming close to death while having sex is just soooo fun. (not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex in a burning building. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who do you think I am? Joan of Arc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've yet to find a cock that reflects that French Country theme I have going on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy nudie magazines.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Seen one dick, pretty much seen them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. The shoes take up all the extra funds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I certainly yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have clicked on porn links in my email.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Yes. Sometimes my finger hits the wrong thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What? errr.. apparently not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have watched less than one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of what I know about sex comes from porn. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO thankfully I have a real sex life. Or I did once. ok twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interracial sex turns me on.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Running does nothing for me. (blonde head tilt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What cultures? It's sex. I'm pretty sure they all do it the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; What's the pay scale on that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True. Since I don't have a current lover. But apparently all I need is some porn and a web cam......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Nope. Not even a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex at my place of employment. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I rarely even work while there much less had sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No the sex is usually pretty good, it's the men that suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahahahahah. Not according to the ex hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, I'm just generally difficult to live with period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until they start stealing the covers or farting, or poking me in the back with their dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex under water.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Who wants to hold their breath that long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex in the snow. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nipply... err. too nippy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a polyamorous relationship. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have music playing while having sex.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Have to? Why? To shut out the voices in one's head? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had more than ten orgasms in one night. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG. Somebody needs to lay off the porn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have flashed strangers. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not intentionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given sex as a gift. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and got back kids. Sex, the gift that keeps on giving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set-up a three-way for my lover.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Oh yea right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped during this list to have sex. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exactly what world does this list maker live in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-113090181398933224?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/113090181398933224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=113090181398933224&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/113090181398933224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/113090181398933224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/11/survey-says-lay-off-porn-dude.html' title='Survey says.... lay off the porn dude.'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-112943818347495746</id><published>2005-10-16T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:49:43.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help, My funny bone is broken and I can't get up</title><content type='html'>Annonymous suggests that my sense of humor is out of whack with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem... he's got a big head I'm thinking......    Rest of the world indeed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I like my sense of humor.  AND since this is my blog, I am keeping it.  One annonymous comment does not 'the rest of the world makes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking this person might have a little solider that doesn't go on maneuvers often enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does beg the question... do bloggers write for themselves, or do they write to gain favor with an audience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can already tell which one I am... My audience is one person, clapping with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment hound, I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-112943818347495746?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/112943818347495746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=112943818347495746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/112943818347495746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/112943818347495746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-my-funny-bone-is-broken-and-i.html' title='Help, My funny bone is broken and I can&apos;t get up'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-112683557563710661</id><published>2005-09-15T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:52:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been brought to my attention that I've not been male bashing lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Harumpf, I say.  I was not male bashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to adore men.  Well in theory.  I've yet to find one I adore in person. .. or even tolerate.  But that's beside the point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bashing adultery... not men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the "Unhappy" men blogs.   And they're all unhappy because of sex.  They suffer from lack of sex and that seems to be their deal breakers in relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine (deal breaker) would be pet names.   Specifically pet names for penises.   I wonder if men really think women find it cute.   We may smile, but believe me, most of the times we turn our heads and roll our eyes.   Ok.  We might have giggled at it when we were 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one do not find it cute to hear, "The little soldier is at attention."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine dear.. Take your little soldier and go shoot something," is going to likely be my retort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pleas for sex using statements like "I'm horny."  "Give me some."  or even the "Am I going to get any tonight."  As wonderfully enticing as all those sound, will fall on deaf ears accompanied by a a yawn.  And if you dare suggest stiffling that yawn with Peter, Johnson, or the little soldier, you'll be sleeping on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT is male bashing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-112683557563710661?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/112683557563710661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=112683557563710661&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/112683557563710661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/112683557563710661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-brought-to-my-attention-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-111457281078202487</id><published>2005-04-26T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:33:30.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes ...or OOOPS WTF was I thinking.</title><content type='html'>My fav mistake immed again last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't explain much.  Just that it was typical and stoopid, what we had.   Which in reality is.. we had nothing.   yea...  you know, same old story.    I will say he wasn't married.... so it wasn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; stupid.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can't say for sure that he wasn't married.   Tho I did have his phone numbers and address...but never used either.   No, I never called him even though he told me to anytime.  But I never did.... through all the time...and a long, long ummm long time it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day I said to my self... self.. wtf are you doing!?  this is ridiculous.   And I stopped it.   End of story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a dumb woman.... I only play one when I choose to.  And for a while it was what I chose.    I don't anymore.  I'm bored by it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... lately if I knew anyone that lived in Westchester, NY..... I'd probably supply them with an address and ask them to do some recon for me.....     out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd go myself, but I don't care &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much....lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm saying about THAT momentary lapse into silliness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-111457281078202487?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/111457281078202487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=111457281078202487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111457281078202487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111457281078202487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/04/mistakes-or-ooops-wtf-was-i-thinking.html' title='Mistakes ...or OOOPS WTF was I thinking.'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-111361742321402353</id><published>2005-04-15T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:10:23.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My fav mistake</title><content type='html'>My favorite mistake im'd tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I kept it short, inspite of wanting to give in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-111361742321402353?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/111361742321402353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=111361742321402353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111361742321402353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111361742321402353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-fav-mistake.html' title='My fav mistake'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-111250195101841115</id><published>2005-04-02T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:22:02.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terri and the Pope</title><content type='html'>They took the Pope's feeding tube out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I don't see people screaming about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain dead non functioning people are supposed to be kept alive forever and old sick people arent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he get to die with dignity and Terri have to be kept alive for years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-111250195101841115?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/111250195101841115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=111250195101841115&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111250195101841115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111250195101841115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/04/terri-and-pope.html' title='Terri and the Pope'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-111168982968749988</id><published>2005-03-24T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:43:49.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS</title><content type='html'>I added Halo Scan and it deleted all the comments.   As much as I want to....I'm not paying to enroll with them to get them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...   and they were all good ones too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-111168982968749988?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/111168982968749988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=111168982968749988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111168982968749988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111168982968749988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/oops_24.html' title='OOPS'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-111168959475208139</id><published>2005-03-24T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T13:39:54.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Terri Schiavo suffered brain damage in 1990 when her heart stopped briefly from a chemical imbalance believed to have been brought on by an eating disorder. Court-appointed doctors say she is in a persistent vegetative state with no hope of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents and their doctors argue that she could get better ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 15 years.... WHEN is she supposed to get better?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the woman some dignity in death.   Don't keep her hanging on because you love her and don't want her to die.  Nobody wants a love one to die.   But you can't tell me this is what anyone wants for 15 years.... and perhaps 15 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-111168959475208139?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/111168959475208139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=111168959475208139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111168959475208139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111168959475208139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/terri-schiavo-suffered-brain-damage-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-111124885855292786</id><published>2005-03-19T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:21:55.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tit for Tat</title><content type='html'>I browse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I stumbled upon this...my first thought was..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG. How freaking horny/desperate do you have to be...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second thought was.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What will men think of next to amuse their dicks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fleshlight.org/"&gt;MALE ADULT SEX TOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok... Women have vibrators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it SO is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-111124885855292786?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/111124885855292786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=111124885855292786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111124885855292786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/111124885855292786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/tit-for-tat.html' title='Tit for Tat'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110995090566005250</id><published>2005-03-04T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:41:45.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathrooms and sex go hand in hand</title><content type='html'>A friend and I were chatting about..........Men and sex.  Surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rhetorical question she has was why are men so obsessed with sex and their dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a theory....It's because of the way men go to the bathroom.  Every time they go, they have to see, hold, touch their dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women go to the bathroom, it's different.  Vaginas are kinda hidden.   We don't look at it daily.  Normally, we don't have to look at it during the day at all.   And we don't have to hold it daily either.    When we go to the bathroom we're more concerned with how much time it's gonna take before the line moves along and we can actually pee than we are anything else.   Going to the bathroom is not something women generally look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, every time men have to go, they have to hold their dicks.   They have to touch themselves, look at themselves, and generally are very aware of their own dicks and other mens dicks too.    Now, I know the rule is don't look, but face it.  You're standing there with your dick in your hand next to a guy with his dick in his hand.   And this events happens daily.   Take out dick, hold dick, check on dick, put dick back in pants.   They're aware.  They see it often.  They name it.   They touch it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always there in the forefront of their pants and their minds.... and since that's the case, thinking about sex is just a zipper thought away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's one of my theories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok.....It's a 'work' in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog...... my inane thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110995090566005250?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110995090566005250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110995090566005250&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110995090566005250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110995090566005250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/bathrooms-and-sex-go-hand-in-hand.html' title='Bathrooms and sex go hand in hand'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110982597252244264</id><published>2005-03-02T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:59:32.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>I think most of us have mistakes along the way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite mistake called Saturday.  It had been 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short conversation.  I plan to keep it at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110982597252244264?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110982597252244264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110982597252244264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110982597252244264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110982597252244264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110970214794113830</id><published>2005-03-01T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T14:13:32.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big D...  no bigger than that.</title><content type='html'>I've spent the last year working pretty much 13 hour days. From 9 til 6 at the office, then from 7 til 11 at home with the 2nd job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, it makes me think about the life choices I've made. The biggest one being divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know two more women more who are getting a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. I'm all for marriage. But sometimes it's just not right staying together for just the kids sake. You get one shot at your own life, I guess I could only sacrifice so much and staying in that nothingness was too much to ask of me. I'm sure there are better reasons for tearing families apart, but that was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my 'friend' a few leads on some jobs and she looked at me like I was insane. She told me she plans on taking him for everything she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this attitude happens a lot...but it just surprised me coming from her. They have one child, 3. She doesn't work. He works, a normal guy who worked and provided pretty darn well for his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants everything....and NOT to have to work. I can understand wanting to be home with a little one, but she wants to keep her tennis lessons, and hair appointments, and nail appointments and lunch with the girls lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because my ex didn't have anything, I don't understand this mentality. Or maybe since I was the one that wanted out, I don't have the anger that divorce often creates and then leaves behind. Maybe working two jobs, and having the peace in my wonderful house, my kids with me, and the freedom to have the opportunity to find someone I enjoyed was enough for me to walk away with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I know another divorced woman struggling to provide for their kids and who is barely able to keep the basic utilities on, while her ex hub is off on two week long vacations to Europe, sporting new cars, and new arm candy with all the trimmings. And that's not fair either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret my choice but still, I have to thank my ex for not being a prick and turning our divorce into a battle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he IS still a prick for not paying child support since November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blog...My thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110970214794113830?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110970214794113830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110970214794113830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110970214794113830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110970214794113830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/big-d-no-bigger-than-that.html' title='The Big D...  no bigger than that.'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110968512372154732</id><published>2005-03-01T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:49:11.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what's dating like after divorce.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the best foot forward that was put out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you match their own descriptions with their photo.... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y34/DivaD/matches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of playing games.im ready to change my ways and find the one that is meant for me.Love where are you??? my ideal match is understanding.beautiful both inside and out.she does not like to argue.just a very cool person.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Gee, I'm just not in the mood to have the shit beat out of me. I know, I know, call me picky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a divorced gentleman seeking a friend, companion and my lover. I leave in xxxx and I am looking for a Woman in the area.... I treat people like I want to be treated. I don't lie,cheat or steal and expect the same in return. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Great, he doesn't lie, cheat or steal. I guess the mug shot was just for fun. What a wild and wacky guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who I would like date. Someone like mom I Guess. The best Days for me to meet someone would be, after five O'Clock in the afternoon through the week,an anytime on the weekends. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am old, however I don't think I am quite his Moms age. Guess I'll have to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Goofy: Cartoons still crack me up, Campy: The cheesier, the better, Friendly: I’ll laugh at anything. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm thinking Huckleberry Hound is a favorite maybe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that has their own job or sense of responsibilty and doesn't need me to babysit them 24 hours a day. Impossible due to my work schedule. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What no babysitter? Guess I'll have to save the knee socks and babydolls for another day, or he'll have to get a better work schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy corporate life limits me meeting new people.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Son, you're like 13. And the roommates you list are, and I'm guessing here, are Mom and Dad. The Spanish Club at school is so not 'corporate' life. Come back when you're 30. Oh wait, I'll probably be dead by then, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My major intrest is on the water in any kind of boat. I'm a captain and I'm also a devout Parrothead. I try and live and breath the Island life style. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like your cereal Cpt. , but ummm no thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to meat some one that honest loveing and that has compassion for others! and it wood be nice if thay liked some of the things I like to do !, I don't know watt to say iney more there are so mini people looking for true love but we all are looking for some thing that may no longer be , In 1965 I was 5' I had a vision or was it a dream ???she came to me and saved my life if she had not I wood have frozen to deth!!! she toled me I'd see her agian, if your out there fined me tell me the rest of the story about watt I was doing in the cold!!??&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I think he says it all. Dude, find your meds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, can you match the man to his 'blurb'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again.....DOES IT MATTER!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110968512372154732?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110968512372154732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110968512372154732&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110968512372154732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110968512372154732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/03/dating.html' title='Dating...'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110963163283861558</id><published>2005-02-28T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:10:31.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There were some great comments that I'd like to respond to, and thought a post would be better than in the comment log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone's lost, go read the comments on my first post. I'm going to paraphrase some here in bold so I can maybe make some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, to begin with let me voice another opinionated opinion. Men and Women have different views about sex. I reach this conclusion by how many Adult magazines and movies are out there for men and women.  Well, It's one argument ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men.. Name 4 XXX Adult magazines marketed for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men. Name 3 XXX Adult magazines marketed specifically for women. ok, name 2? name 1...and Playgirl doesn't count (is it even still in existence)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And movies.... I can't think of one that is filmed for the woman's perspective. You'd be seeing a lot more handsome men, cocks, and tight asses. Just sayin..... To see that, we'd have to rent boy on boy action. Yea.. I know.. I'm thinking I'll have to buy new shoes at the rate I'm chewing them up for this whole blog. I'm not saying we don't like porn..but the romance industry is a $24 Billion industry. Romance, $24 billion. It rivals the porn industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so can we agree that men and women start off with some very different ideas of what exactly sex is about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".....if two ppl in a relationship have different levels of sex drive, why should it be the least-hungry one whose standard is accepted? why not meet in the middle somewhere?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the drive was that different in the beginning, who accepted whose standard back then? And who thought it was going to change? And if the drive wasn't different back then... we're back to the 'something' changed problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally we should meet in the middle. That's what a marriage is all about. Compromise in a lot of things. But often when you're at the place when you can't even touch her without her shrugging even a hug off, the middle is a long way to suddenly try to get back to. If she's not wanting sex, and not 'having' to engage in it....then basically she's 'content with the status quo.' And that means trouble for the marriage. Big trouble. She knows he's unhappy, but she's not making any changes.....why? Does she not see how much this hurts the man? Or maybe, she's pushing to get out of the marriage.... Passive aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes we don't really push for answers because it might not be what we want to hear. Tough decisions sometimes result. And/or maybe she needs to hear exactly how upset the man is...maybe that will be incentive to change. either way,,, I don't think there's an easy quick fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex....It's not a switch men can turn off easily, nor women just turn back on easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".......the point is, it's a hugely important part of the relationship, and it often seems to men that women can be pretty cavalier about letting it drop down on the priority list."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, seems as tho it is a common problem. But why does it drop down? How does it become less of a priority for us, when once it was at the top of the list? I still say demands of kids (a whole other rant, lol). Sex is emotional 1st for most women (IN MY OPINION) and a physical second. For most Men I think sex is physical first and emotional 2nd. I really think many men can say, "Honey, it was just sex." and mean that....It was just sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also think the majority of women would immediately explode when hearing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if sex is an emotional act first..... and emotionally we're not into it.... the problem begins. Push and she gets resentful. Oh, what a mess then. But when you see this same problem, time and time again...women pulling sexually away from a partner (as opposed to a lesser degree of men pulling away from a woman first)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to start looking at what is the commonality. And is this what happens eventually to all relationships? Dreary thought that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... if the excuse is, I'm tired.... And you don't want or can't sit down to discuss openly the situation, then my suggestion is to take that excuse away from her. Which takes time. It takes about as much time to fix a broken sexual relationship as it took to break the sexual relationship. (again, my opinion) And that can mean years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"....How far can a husband go “demanding” his wife seek help if she isn’t motivated too? I suspect your opinion of his actions would disappear if he had his wife’s approval for his affairs. However your vitriol would remain I suspect."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, this seeking help comment.... One. If you're "demanding" that she go, and she's not budging....I'm betting she doesn't need to seek help because she knows the problem, and she's not telling him the reason 100%. I'm betting he's getting the 10% answer..."I'm tired" or a close variation. Why is it so easy to talk about this to strangers, and NOT to the people we are having the problem with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually think that if the marriage has gotten this far in trouble it might be the answer for the man ought to say..."Look, sex is an important part of life for me. And it doesn't seem to be for you. I need this. What do you think about me finding an outlet discretely outside of our marriage." That is, if he's prepared for a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is a bombshell? But hey, it's an honest bomb. If she wants to save the marriage, then maybe she will open up enough to tell him what her problem is. And if she doesn't want the marriage, he'll know that it's not sex she doesn't want, it's really him she doesn't want. Which may be the reason many won't push to get this kind of answer. Once the word divorce is on the table, it's a tough word to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think adultery is wrong in 99% of the cases. One reader commented about a spouse being disabled... that's a whole different scenario. And I'm betting that sex would be discussed or quietly agreed on taking place outside the marriage for the non disabled one, and not come as a shock if discovered. Or in my opinion, it should be discussed. Not being able to, is very different from not wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I get a question...what happens when you're 60? 60? 80 years old? Is sex still a priority for men? With the 60, 70, 80 year old wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dislike the dishonesty that adultery is usually cloaked in. Personally, I hate lying, and cheating or stealing, but YES, at certain times each of these has it's place. You could lie to protect someone, you could cheat to save someone, and sometimes you might have to steal to survive. So let's not get off on tangents. And yes, if your spouse knows about the adultery, that's different too and not what we're discussing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yes, I'm divorced. Yes, I pulled away. No, he didn't cheat. No, I didn't cheat. Yes, we had children. Yes, I was 'tired.' If he had cheated it would have made the divorce happen a lot quicker...which is probably why he didn't cheat. He was hoping I'd change my mind and would eventually want to stay married. I didn't. I quietly waited him out in separate bedrooms until he was ready to divorce. I then made it very easy on him and even paid for both lawyers. We are friends. And yes, I adore men. Specially tall ones. Tall single ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are women out there with opinions, bring them. As you can see, all opinions are welcome. I'd be interested to hear some other sides of this discussion from you. Why did you lose the desire for sex nightly/weekly/monthly? Or. How the hell have you NOT lost the desire through the years...lol. You can leave a comment anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being in the honeymoon stage doesn't count! Everybody wanted sex for at least the first 3-4 years at least. Didn't we? Yea we did..that's how most of us ended up with kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110963163283861558?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110963163283861558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110963163283861558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110963163283861558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110963163283861558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/there-were-some-great-comments-that-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110961892280124568</id><published>2005-02-28T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:28:42.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog</title><content type='html'>Ok.  Let's see what happens with Sensual Dementia.    I actually LIKE...  yes you heard right.... LIKE this blog for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting blogs in mine, because like, agree, or disagree, there are a lot of interesting lives and stories out here.  And I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm assuming if it's out in blog land, somebody wants you to read it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... back to another read of mine.  &lt;a href="http://diggerjones.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sensual Dementia&lt;/a&gt;.   He's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in an sexually unfulfilling marriage.  But he's working on it.  He's working damn hard on it.   And it's slowly, very, very slowly making a change.  He loves his wife a lot.  And doesn't want to be forced outside the marriage.   I resepct him for that.   He's trying so hard, I hope his wife comes around before he himself is too worn out to try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also slightly sub and is using a cock cage to help his attitude and urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, told you he was interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110961892280124568?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110961892280124568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110961892280124568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110961892280124568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110961892280124568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110961759613711293</id><published>2005-02-28T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:06:36.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DivaD?</title><content type='html'>Well, that didn't take long.....   My first post in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that my opinion was enough to push 'Married Man' over the edge and quit his blog and move to a new space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh, normally it takes me at least a few weeks to open mouth and insert foot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that my opinion hurt so much.  And I'm sorry that he only accepts 'yes men' responses to exploits regarding his extramarital flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that 99% of the time adultery is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he never gave me a reason to think otherwise about his situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose his personal situation is too personal for him to talk about, although talking about his sexual encounters aren't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the right to be angry, mad, or whatever.  It is his blog, his life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh, I wonder who I'll run off next?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, could I be the beginning of the end of the blog world as we know it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being "dooced" (fired in www language)   You could now be "DivaD"? !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110961759613711293?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110961759613711293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110961759613711293&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110961759613711293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110961759613711293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/divad.html' title='DivaD?'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110944058627795290</id><published>2005-02-26T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T12:56:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To be... or not to be... mean or funny?</title><content type='html'>I'm toying with the idea of posting the pictures of guys that e-mail me via dating sites, and just thru ims/chatting that would like to go out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vote............... Should I, or shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be a pretty sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it would probably  be damn funny.  In a nice way.  Kinda.  Sorta.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't look at me like that.... I'm not the one that is standing in the bathroom half naked taking a picture of myself with a toothless grin on my face and sending it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110944058627795290?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110944058627795290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110944058627795290&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110944058627795290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110944058627795290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-be-or-not-to-be-mean-or-funny.html' title='To be... or not to be... mean or funny?'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110939261099523464</id><published>2005-02-25T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:36:50.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unchristened.</title><content type='html'>Did you know that I've lived in my house for 8 years and have never had sex in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids suck the sex right out of a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some fun facts to know and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110939261099523464?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110939261099523464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110939261099523464&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110939261099523464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110939261099523464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/unchristened.html' title='Unchristened.'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110930923328577424</id><published>2005-02-25T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:03:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring up</title><content type='html'>I've had this link for a while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well because it made me laugh and I wanted to keep it. I knew it would come in handy again.  I've used it a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know men measure, right? But have you ever wondered what kind of math they used? I mean really....the idea of 8" seems to be the magic number that also varies in truth from man to man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems that men who contact me (and I know it's not just ME they spring this on) on line sooner or later like to tell me how big they are. Uh.... Like I care?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they get obnoxious like that, I send them this link. They freak out and claim they never measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, and I bet they've never used duct tape for anything either. I think either the pictures scare them, or they looked at it and found out they were doing it 'wrong'. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning the link is XXX rated....but funny. It's funny cause I'm pretty sure they did this a a serious tool....er .....aid for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barebackjack.com/measuring.html"&gt;Measuring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. that's funny right? Unless of course you just lost 3" when you only started out with 5".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog....my opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110930923328577424?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110930923328577424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110930923328577424&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110930923328577424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110930923328577424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/measuring-up.html' title='Measuring up'/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11054202.post-110926023500382623</id><published>2005-02-24T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T13:40:36.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relationships....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well more like sex....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer amazed at the amount of married men out there committing adultery. Hey, come on folks, let's call it what it is. Adultery. It seems to be an extremely common problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual comeback line when asked if I am "interested in a married man" is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If your wife, who supposedly loves you, doesn't want to fuck you, then why would I want to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am however, still surprised, disgusted and disappointed in these men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point. This Blog: &lt;a href="http://alxva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Married Man Looking&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy claims to love his wife. He won't discuss her or his children in his blog because of what? Respect? Bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is more like it. Fear of getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he respected her, he'd not be fucking other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your wife is not giving you enough sex, guys. Oh boo fucking hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked to her about it? Or just pushed and pushed for sex. Whined, complained, gotten angry, pouted even. Yea, and for how many years did that work for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, maybe you come up behind her, hug her, then go for the crotch or a breast. This is NOT a move that will get her in the mood. But then I bet you already found that out. Chances are she avoids your touch now. And maybe she's now even avoiding taking showers or baths when you're around because that will be an opportunity for you to try to have sex. And maybe she delays coming to bed at night in order to not have to fend off advances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a pretty scenario is it. And for the record, it's not a fun situation to be in for the woman either. If in the beginning of a relationship, you two had a healthy, active sex life, and now it isn't........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Ask yourself why. What changed. I'm betting it was the advent of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also betting it's because she's too tired and not in the mood. A simple statement that gets so over used and overlooked. THINK about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's mentally and emotionally drained. Tired. Not in the mood. Sex for women is very emotional and very much a mental activity. You want a sexual relationship with an not drained, not tired woman. It's gonna take work. Because I bet now there's resentment involved too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's where the guys start falling out. It took years to slowly break this part of the relationship down. It will take an equal amount of time to fix it. You can't fix 2, 5, or 7 years of a slow distintergration, in a week or a month. It just doesn't work that way. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not take on everything she does. Yep everything, for a few years. And if you sit there and say no fucking way... Well why not? Is it too much work? If you answer yes, then maybe you'll understand where she got lost and why she's so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you say, what's the big fucking deal? Well men, find out. Do everything she does for a year and see what the deal is, and maybe why she's not even thinking about sex. Find out why she has moved herself and her sexual wants and needs to the bottom of the priority ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion to any man fucking around is to fix the problem at home if you really love your wife. Don't make an ass out of her by screwing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the decline in sex could be because for her the relationship is dead, and she's wishing she was not married to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out. Maybe you can go chase all the sex you want freely! Least the kids won't grow up thinking that's the way a marriage is supposed to 'be.' They'll see it for the unfulfilling marriage it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also believe sooner or later, Adulterers will get caught. Nothing remains a secret forever. Nothing. N.o.t.h.i.n.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog and that's my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11054202-110926023500382623?l=divaopinions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/feeds/110926023500382623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11054202&amp;postID=110926023500382623&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110926023500382623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11054202/posts/default/110926023500382623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://divaopinions.blogspot.com/2005/02/relationships.html' title=''/><author><name>Diva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665827562952996739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry></feed>
