After a short hiatus, but desperately needed rest, I have returned to my blog. Our summer has not been without fun, particularly since many of the conversations between the husband and I have centred on nudity and sex. Basically this is what happens when you are living the ‘empty nest’. If you have read my blog on a regular basis, you would know the eldest moved out a couple of years ago, middle child is off on the other side of the world, and well the youngest did not come home this summer, since he was hired on by his university for summer employment. Thus hubby and I were left on our own to amuse ourselves.
When we decided to no longer sell our house, we had already packed up quite a bit of it, and to be honest we have yet to unpack the basement. The basement is a disaster, hubby’s man cave has boxes piled up to the ceiling in some places, and in others, well there are smaller piles of boxes. By not moving, I was able to swing a new washing machine out of the deal, plus a completely redesigned laundry room.
The other major investment was to have a salt-water pool installed for me to stay in the city. Sadly it is not an inground pool, since we would have had to have a retaining wall built at the back of the yard, adding far too many thousands of dollars to the final bill. Instead we chose a really nice above-ground, and hubby is slowly building a new back fence and deck for it. In the meantime, I have daily topless swims since there are no kids at home to yell at mom to cover up!
With all the swimming that hubby and I have been enjoying, we have also found that he still cannot float, even with the added buoyancy of salt water. This baffled me, so I took a family poll, and apparently the young man cannot float either! Middle child quickly responded stating “well mom maybe it is because we have boobs?” This of course was my husband’s argument from the start. “Women can float because we have boobs” has now led to numerous ridiculous arguments in our family.
Can you float?
The other day, the young man and I were having a very interesting conversation about the ‘shirtless‘ men posted on Facebook by his female friends. He didn’t think it was fair that woman could, on a regular basis post images of men without shirts and hit the “like” button, yet he or his male friends could not post an image of a ‘shirtless‘ woman, and hit the “like” button. (Facebook seems to also delete pictures of women breastfeeding, deeming them to be pornographic).
I completely agree with my son; it isn’t fair that women can sexualize men, but the minute a man does that to a woman, there is an uproar. Feminists want equal rights for men and women, so I’m curious how many of you “Feminists” out there, hit the “Like” button? I bet quite a few of you do, will you even admit to it?
So until Facebook lets men post pictures of women without shirts and let them hit the “like” button, I will not hit the “like” button for shirtless men, and I will do my best to delete those posts that I see in my stream.
Yes, this subject is opening a can of worms.
Nothing like posting a controversial subject as my last post of 2014, Happy New Year!
When we were in the initial planning stages of our vacation to Jamaica, one of the main requirements for me, besides hot and sunny weather was it had to be an adults-only resort. Don’t get me wrong I love children, but I wanted a vacation where we weren’t hearing little ones yell for mommy or daddy, and I wanted to see what it was like to go to a restaurant, where there weren’t kids throwing tantrums or running up & down the aisles. Now as many of you already know, hubby and I stayed on the clothing optional side of the resort (ironically, one of the resorts I had originally tried to convince my darling husband to go to was Hedonism. I explained to him that there was a prude side we could stay on, and if we felt comfortable enough we could go to the non-prude side, but he said no, he wasn’t up to that right now).
So there we were on the clothing optional side (we hadn’t planned it, but the first room we were given was on the second floor, and there were too many stairs for me), approximately twenty feet from the beach, close to the bar and some to-die-for lamb chops. We had lounge chairs on our patio, lots of sun but also shade (necessary for when you run out of sunblock).
Now it didn’t take me long to drop the bathing suit for nudity, I blame out of whack perimenopause hormones for my lack of discretion, whereas it took my husband another day to drop his shorts. I believe he needed to see that there were no super models he had to compete with, one can only hold their tummy in for so long. Plus there is the manhood to consider, will it be up to snuff with everyone else. This is where hubby and I found there were two types of the male nudist, the ones that are nude all the time, and the ones that are only nude on vacation. The permanent nudists are shall I say, long and relaxed whereas the vacation nudists are mushroom caps, why? Well for the simple reason their manhood has been trapped in underwear its entire life. Now you know how to tell a non-nudist from a nudist.