Living Out Loud

Cincinnati Photo of the Week

Just another night out on the town for the CityBeat pig.

Joe Locker

(Yeah, it's a little weak, but no one reads us on Saturday anyway. Photo from CityBeat)

Helpless: Tied to a Bed

I made a mistake. I let my guard down.

I've mentioned here before that sometimes I like to be tied up when having sex with a lover. Last weekend I felt that urge to be bound.

I've fucked this guy a few times before; know him from a friend of a friend in the office. We were out at a
Cincinnati bar and I invited him back to my downtown apartment for some casual sex.

After we stripped, I told him I felt like being tied to the bed and told him where the ropes were. He smiled for a little too long and tied the ropes a little too tight.

Lying spread-eagle in the bed, it almost felt like rape – but that's the feeling I wanted. I wanted to feel "almost" helpless.

After coming inside me, I wanted it to be the end of it. It wasn't.

He picked up my panties that were on the floor and stuck them in my mouth. He ran his hands over my breasts and shaved pussy not saying a word.

I faked tears and this seemed to worry him. He took the panties out of my mouth. I told him I wanted to be untied - that I wanted to have oral sex. A lie.

He untied me. I got up from the bed quickly. I quickly dressed. He was watching me the whole time saying "Hey, what’s going on?"

"Is everything all right?"

"I thought that’s what you wanted."

No. What I wanted was to have control of the situation.

My lover left my apartment. I won't see him ever again.

LOL Girl

(Photo from Deviant Art)

Jobs, Nursing, Love and Dogging

Did you ever notice jobs that are important don’t pay well? Teachers, artists, nurses, writers, etc? If you want to make money, you need to be in sales, which just about any greedy idiot can do. That’s why, although I can do well in sales, I’m not all about the money and I don’t love it. I like it because of the flexibility and freedom to be myself.

I love staying home with my baby. I swear, if I was homeless and eating beans from a can and nursing her under a bridge, I would still be happy and I would still feel like Wonder Woman – sooooooo happy. Just waking up today and seeing her little smiling face and bright brown eyes, she is a true angel from heaven. I adore her.

She is super smart too. She was playing with a Rubrics Cube last night. She loves blocks vs. cheesy sponge bob type toys.

My mom says I will meet someone and they will love her but only if I totally get the baby’s father out of our lives - no contact whatsoever.

I can’t imagine my dad totally dogging me. I still talk to him almost every day, see him all the time, ask for help/advice, joke around, eat together.

Oh well, not your problem.

Candy Apple

(Photo from artfiles.com. Candy insists this is her, but I’m old enough to remember Lynda Carter)

From a Distance

I live over in Northern Kentucky but work at a corporation in downtown Cincinnati.

I'm a smoker and every so often I need to go outside and light one up. Almost every day, I see this girl across the street also smoking. Sometimes she's with co-workers; sometimes she's all by herself.

From a distance, she looks like a cute little thing – long black hair, kind of short, thin and so far this summer, doesn't like to wear a lot of clothes to the office. Frankly, I have a thing for her.

Or maybe make that had a thing for her.

Yesterday when she was out smoking, I decided to go over and introduce myself – maybe ask her out or something.

Close up, she's not a cute little thing at all. That long, black hair looked dirty. Her skin was rough and she looked older than me – probably by at least 10 years. Our conversation was kind of short.

From a distance, she looked beautiful. Close up, we looked like she was rode hard and put away wet.

Joe Locker

(Photo from jupiterimages.com. This chick doesn't look so bad to me)

Come See All the Dead Animals on 7th Street

To be honest, I think I knew I wasn't going to like the place much even before I walked in, but I'll tell the story anyway.

Early Saturday evening after unpacking more boxes and recovering from a couple days of electrical problems at my new apartment downtown (things are under control now, got all new wiring in the place — or so they tell me), I decided to head on down to Madonna's for a couple of drinks.

When I reached their door on Seventh Street, they were closed. Damn. I was in the mood for a drink. Walking back up the street, I noticed a new bar that was open. I decided to give The Lodge Bar a try.

I walked in and, instead of getting a friendly hello or welcome, the guy at the door wanted to see my driver's license. Now I'm 53-years-old and laughed at this, but he didn't laugh at all. He looked at it for quite a while before giving it back.

"Give me your hand," he said as I put my license back in my wallet. On my right hand and with a magic marker, he placed a big black dot. Why, I have no idea. I could smell it on my hand the entire time I was there.

Question of the Week

What's your favorite pizza joint in Cincinnati?

Tom Anus

(Photo found on Yahoo)

Please Don't Call Me Hot

What is it with you men? So many of you have no class at all.

I was sitting in a bar in downtown Cincinnati drinking alone. That's the way I wanted it. I had a lot on my mind and was thinking things through.

The bar wasn't packed but crowded enough. Two jerks were sitting at a table next to me and I couldn't help but hear some of their conversation which was mostly commenting on women who were in the bar.

"That one only there is pretty hot," one of them said.

"The one in the corner, the blonde, is hotter," his drinking partner replied. "She's got the tits to go with the body."

"Yeah, she’s hot all right."

This bullshit went on for the next ten minutes.  I finally got up and left.

I've heard men call me hot before and I'm not sure why I find it offensive but I do. I think it's sexist and doesn't show respect to a woman at all.

You can say I'm pretty – you can even call me sexy, but please don't call me hot. I just don't appreciate it.

Teri Archer

(Photo of extremely “HOT” woman from bordom.net)

Monday's Lunch

Cheeseburger.

And you had?

Phil

(Photo of Phil eating cheeseburger found on Mr. Google)

This One's For You, Larry

Let's just say that last Thursday wasn't the greatest of days. Electrical problems in my new apartment left me searching for a hotel to stay in that night. I found one, settled in for a bit and feeling down about my situation, went looking for a bar.

I knew the bar would be Madonna's on 7^th Street - an old hangout of mine – but I hadn't been in there since the no smoking bullshit started.

Laura was bartending and it was good to see her again. She poured me a vodka and tonic and listened to my troubles about the apartment and I told her how much I miss coming into Madonna's and how much I hate this no smoking stuff and on and on and on. She was patient as I vented.

She had other customers to attend to, so I went outside to smoke a cigarette. When I came back in, there was a guy sitting next to me drinking a Bud – didn't see him come in. He said hello – I said hello.

And we had a conversation. His name is also Larry and he's into investments and portfolio management. He lives in Price Hill and is single.

We talked about a number of things – how Cincinnati is backward, the Banks Project, his desire to write, cities we want to visit and probably a lot more stuff I can't remember. See – we were drinking.

I told him about this blog and said I would write something about our visit together. He laughed, probably thinking I would forget all about it. I may be getting older, but I'm not forgetful yet.

This one's for you, Larry. I've often written here that people in Cincinnati are unfriendly. That wasn't the case last Thursday. You probably don't know it, Larry, but you got my mind off my problems and I appreciate it.

Larry Gross

(Photo from jupiterimages.com)

This Hot, Sexy Woman Wants You

She says she wants to kiss you all over and make loud, passionate sex with you all night long. She's good, too. For just $200, she'll be your bitch all night long.

Just kidding around, folks. I just wanted to get your attention.

Larry's taking the weekend off from the blog. We'll be back on Monday morning with a real new post and not this tease stuff.

Everybody have a good weekend.

— Joe Locker

(Photo of hot, sexy woman from www.desktop-xp.com)