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The Fuck Zone

stickyisaslut:

I know it’s a trend nowadays but I find it very annoying that men bitch and complain (which is really chauvinistic and immature) about needing to avoid the “friend zone.” I hate the concept and think men should shut the fuck up, but I do reluctantly agree that in essence, it exists. There are men that I know very well, who I’m sure would love to sleep with me, and who I find very attractive, that I do not want to have sex with. I probably will never want to have sex with them. I’ll concede that a way of conveying that, a way of saying that there are attractive men out there who I don’t want to sleep with (because sorry my entire existence doesn’t depend on sex and getting the sex) could be called a friend zone as in, I am your friend and want to continue to be. Like a no parking zone, except not cars but men and not parking but sex!

I too tend to get stuck in a bad zone with the opposite sex that usually results in months of over analyzing text messages, waiting by the phone and trying to act not hurt when I’m really fucking demolished inside. I would like to call this the “fuck zone”

Have you ever met a dude who at first is super fucking into you, like – he wants to take you out on a date. Maybe he even asks you out on a date. But then, after you’ve established a mutual attraction for one another, a conflict arises, things need to be rescheduled and in his eyes his attempt to court you failed?

Have you ever felt like you’ve been put in into this invisible category of women where all of a man’s communication with you after the failed date or after the accidental one night stand or after he, you know, he kinda drops off for a bit and then hits you up again, revolves around sex? It’s as though some men give you one chance to accept their offer to be a rad guy who wants to maybe girlfriend you and, if it doesn’t work out, the respect he had for you expires and he starts sending dick pics? No? Because it seriously happens to meall the time.

Sexting, instant sex messaging, sex chats, sexy emails, sexy talking, sexy picture requests. At first it’s new and exciting. You say to yourself, “This guy must really like me because all he wants to talk about are the sexy things he wants to do to my vagina.” Then it turns to, “Oh my god I actually described the way I give a blow job to this guy,” to, “Oh my god I actually took a picture of my boob and sent it to him and now he’s asking for pictures of my cooch.”

For a while you get those butterfly tingly feelings in your heart and vagina because the guy may throw in the occasional, “God ur cute” “baby” “sweetie” “lol ur adorable” between messages laced with requests for you to, “Go ahead and pull your pants down in the bathroom of your office and take a picture of that pretty little wet pussy for me, baby.” Whoa whoa… what?

Sometimes you get so excited by the prospect of someone desiring you that you forget to distinguish thatthis is terrible behaviorand you begin to rationalize and normalize the dirty correspondence in your mind. You may even get this guy to go out on what you think is a date but soon you realize he’s so hyped up on the sex talk that the date actually ends up turning into sex. Only sex. Which then turns into a g-chat every week or two which somehow morphs into booty-call-hour text messaging and you end up only seeing this man at night!

I’ve been pulleddeepinto the fuck zone so many times. There are guys out there who know a hell of a lot about me, who’ve seen every part of my body, whom I’ve never seen in the day time! I don’t know what kind of car they drive, I’ve never seen the inside of their apartment, but they know my first name, last name, email, blog, Twitter, Instagram, home address, Jesus Christ! I wonder how fuck buddies and booty calls existed pre smart phones?

I really don’t think I’m alone in this. I would be surprised if  the majority of women I know have not been coerced into sending naked pictures of themselves or at the very least risque pictures of themselves while engaging in overtly sexual correspondence with no real foundation or relationship base for it.

I look back and cringe at all bullshit I’ve written to guys who I thought really liked me, and at all those times I thought I was being really hip, cool, forward thinking, progressive, really owning my sexuality by saying “oh baby yea I want you to tie me up and hit me really hard from behind…” Great job little girl you’ve made it to the fuck zone! Now you get to haveallllof the meaningless sex you want with none of the romance! What a win for feminism!

What are some nice ways of saying, “I think you’re really cute and I actually will sleep with you but can you understand it takes a little more for me to be somebody’s little slut”? How do I ask a guy if 10 other women are also describing how they’d give him a blow job? Or ask how many chicks are sending him pictures of their cleavage or of what it looks like when they pull up their dress? How many girls actually oblige these guys on the “send me a pictures of that wet pussy” request? If a guy just wants me to be his little whore, he’s going to have to fucking pay me, preferably in wine and delicious appetizers.

I get into these situations and wonder, do these guys and I even know how to communicate with one another? It sounds so fucking fake when they ask me how my day was when I know all they really want to ask is what kind of panties I’m wearing. I know guys who have pictures of their penis ready in their phone, you know, just in case. There’s nothing fun, gradual, or flirty about sexting with a guy who has a penis pic inventory! These guys can make me go from feeling liked to feeling naughty in a good way to feeling like a run of the mill phone sex operator in 12 text message exchanges or less! In my head I scream “Hey buddy all these pictures and all this sex talk is cool but, um, how about your favorite book?” Why am I afraid to be a boner kill? What am I even getting out of this?

I’m calling out for help to the beauty mags, the RookieMags, the Esquires, the Hello Giggles: with all the advice out there for men on how to avoid being put in the friend zone, can I please read some literature on how to stay out of the fucking fuck zone without a guy thinking I’m an absolute prude? The sex zone hurts way worse than a friend zone because at the end of the day, you aren’t left with a friend. You’re left with self-esteem issues.

originally published for The Gaggle 

Happy Selfie Sunday Sticky…

"The shirt is text from Doctor Zhivago, which says, "A Violent, Sensual, Sensitive Girl…" I wear it all the time. I may or may not have had a good morning with my Jimmyjane (full review here)…” - Sticky

If you think this is hot…check out her sexy blog, StickyIsASlut.

 

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Sticky’s Adventures With Jimmyjane’s Form 2 (That’s a vibrator, y’all.)

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(A good sex toy deserves a raised glass people!)


Until this weekend I had considered myself somewhat of a dildo purest. Generally speaking, if it looks like a dildo, vibrates like a dildo, and fits in my hand - I’m going to have an orgasm. Nevermind the fact that most traditional dildos are quite harsh, a little too firm, and become slightly redundant after a while… to me, why question what works? Don’t replace what ain’t broke.
I was slightly concerned with the shape of Jimmyjane’s Form 2, but thought, “Hey Sticky, why not? It vibrates, what more do you need?”
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I soon discovered it does so much more…
Today there’s a skip in my step and a snap on the tip of my fingers. Didn’t even need a cup-o-joe to wake up this gal up this morning. Know why? Afterglow.
I’ve spent the past three days with Jimmyjane’s Form 2 vibrator extraodinaire! Now I know what Martha Reeves was singing about when she famously belted, “Jimmy Mac, when are you ‘cuming’ back?” Those are the lyrics, right?
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I have not yet read all of the instructions, as I was too excited to acknowledge the fine print. However, I’m sure that I’ll discover even more useful tips and information once I do.
The Brass Tacks:
The Form 2 device charger set-up and various setting options are really self-explanatory, hence me tossing the instruction manual off the side of the bed.  Anyone who appreciates beauty in good design will undoubtedly enjoy this an Apple quality aesthetic. You guys, this thing is the iPhone of clit tinglers. Become an early adopter.
In just minutes I had it up and buzzing in my panties. The chubby claw-like design at the top perfectly surrounds the clitoris and the diverse settings allow for a multitude of “good vibrations” that made me go from “Hmm,” to “Ooo” to “Ohh yes!” in no time. I went round after round with no hand cramps, no bed-shaking hum, no ouchy hard plastic parts… just pure blissful magic. 
It’s low-profile, sleek design encourages you to take it with you on the go. The Form 2 has quickly become a vital addition to my pleasure arsenal and boy am I thankful that I’ve found it!
Order it here, and submit your review to Me And My Opinion…It can be anonymous ;-)
xo,
I’ve been doing the Master Cleanse 1-2 times per year for the past four, maybe five years, and only recently did I learn it was like, an actual thing people do and that most people know what it is. I get a 50/50 “You’re crazy”/”That’s amazing” reaction when I talk about it so a couple of years ago I stopped trying to convert people and now I just keep my mouth shut (until now, obviously) because even I think this shit is nuts. 
So, here I am on day 3. This is my first day 3 without cigarettes, which though they directly contradict the entire philosophy of detoxification, in the past  were my one saving grace/cheat/vice during this ridiculous process that [theoretically] lasts 10 days. So - I have no booze, smokes, junk food, or WINE (which is its own category) and though yes, I have pot, you can only smoke so much of that shit plus it kinda makes you want to eat? Amiright? 
I’ve been staring at William-Sonoma-dotcom for the past two hours and have convinced myself that I positively NEED a waffle maker and ceramic knives and sausage seasonings and now I have a pretend cart’s worth of specialty kitchen goods totaling over $300. I finally understand what people mean by “food porn”. This is typical for me while on the Cleanse. I devour cookbooks as though they were erotic novels and I make pretend grocery store lists and when absolutely desperate, I cook for others just to smell the smells. 
‘Why put yourself through all of this’ you ask? Well in the past it’s been because I wanted to de-bloat and make my skin glow (which happens oh so fast!). But this time, it’s all about the challenge. Can someone like me, someone who two years ago couldn’t get birth control because of her major smoking addiction and the risk of blood clots, someone who had high blood pressure, someone who was on antidepressants - drop the smokes, the pills, the stress, the bullshit and finally… the food and alcohol? Weening off SSRIs, cutting out the nicotine and mellowing out wasn’t easy - but it wasn’t that hard, either. 
This Master Cleanse process always opens my eyes to the fact that my entire social life, family life, and home life revolve around food and drink. When you take all of that out of the picture, what are you left with? Just you. Your brain, your body, your choices. Hanging out with yourself without the crutch of booze, food, coffee, cigarettes, and everything else you put into your mouth can be so hard! At least it is for me. But eh, fuck it. Knowing that I am in control of my will and not the other way around is really, really good for my self confidence and I mean Jesus fasted for like forty days, right? 

xo,
Sticky Nicky

***Ed Note: Sticky…send us an update please on the post cleanse bod. Preferably without that dumb shirt ;)

I’ve been doing the Master Cleanse 1-2 times per year for the past four, maybe five years, and only recently did I learn it was like, an actual thing people do and that most people know what it is. I get a 50/50 “You’re crazy”/”That’s amazing” reaction when I talk about it so a couple of years ago I stopped trying to convert people and now I just keep my mouth shut (until now, obviously) because even I think this shit is nuts. 

So, here I am on day 3. This is my first day 3 without cigarettes, which though they directly contradict the entire philosophy of detoxification, in the past  were my one saving grace/cheat/vice during this ridiculous process that [theoretically] lasts 10 days. So - I have no booze, smokes, junk food, or WINE (which is its own category) and though yes, I have pot, you can only smoke so much of that shit plus it kinda makes you want to eat? Amiright? 

I’ve been staring at William-Sonoma-dotcom for the past two hours and have convinced myself that I positively NEED a waffle maker and ceramic knives and sausage seasonings and now I have a pretend cart’s worth of specialty kitchen goods totaling over $300. I finally understand what people mean by “food porn”. This is typical for me while on the Cleanse. I devour cookbooks as though they were erotic novels and I make pretend grocery store lists and when absolutely desperate, I cook for others just to smell the smells

‘Why put yourself through all of this’ you ask? Well in the past it’s been because I wanted to de-bloat and make my skin glow (which happens oh so fast!). But this time, it’s all about the challenge. Can someone like me, someone who two years ago couldn’t get birth control because of her major smoking addiction and the risk of blood clots, someone who had high blood pressure, someone who was on antidepressants - drop the smokes, the pills, the stress, the bullshit and finally… the food and alcohol? Weening off SSRIs, cutting out the nicotine and mellowing out wasn’t easy - but it wasn’t that hard, either. 

This Master Cleanse process always opens my eyes to the fact that my entire social life, family life, and home life revolve around food and drink. When you take all of that out of the picture, what are you left with? Just you. Your brain, your body, your choices. Hanging out with yourself without the crutch of booze, food, coffee, cigarettes, and everything else you put into your mouth can be so hard! At least it is for me. But eh, fuck it. Knowing that I am in control of my will and not the other way around is really, really good for my self confidence and I mean Jesus fasted for like forty days, right? 

xo,

Sticky Nicky

***Ed Note: Sticky…send us an update please on the post cleanse bod. Preferably without that dumb shirt ;)

stickyisaslut:

Hello Lovers!
I’m off today to honor the Presidents which means my weekend is not over which means this LA winter bliss will continue for another day. I’ll be around tomorrow to reply to your messages. Right now I’m off to go float around my beautiful city. I’m a little stoned.
xoxo,
Sticky

stickyisaslut:

Hello Lovers!

I’m off today to honor the Presidents which means my weekend is not over which means this LA winter bliss will continue for another day. I’ll be around tomorrow to reply to your messages. Right now I’m off to go float around my beautiful city. I’m a little stoned.

xoxo,

Sticky

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