tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71700282741888853032024-03-12T19:57:18.648-04:00Bareback GrrlAdventures in (Straight...ish) BarebackingBareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-18833021607299928352018-02-03T11:35:00.001-05:002018-02-03T11:35:51.398-05:00Okay... updates<ol>
<li>Yes, <a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/M">M</a> and I are still together. We've moved from our doorman building to our own home in the same neighborhood. We also have a live-in girlfriend, Kate, that we share. She's been with us for almost 3 years now. It's complicated, yet simple. We love our lifestyle. </li>
<li><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Keith">Keith</a> and I do not fuck anymore. Having a relationship with him became too complicated and exhausting. We're still friends, we see each other socially on occasion, but nothing sexual at all. </li>
<li><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/CL">Craigslist</a>. Ugh. What a waste of internet space that's turned into. I can't even remember the last time I hooked up from there.</li>
<li><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Dan">Dan</a> happily found himself a husband. We're still friends, but no longer fuck buddies. </li>
<li><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Miles">Miles</a>. This. So much. It was an incredible journey for all three of us. Miles moved in with us in June of 2010. We tried so hard to have a baby. I even conceived 5 times, and lost those 5 babies. I gave up on hope, and had my tubes tied. Miles tried to hold on to the passion, but no longer felt the primal urges that had drawn us together, and we drifted apart. He moved out, but close buy, and we remained friends for a while, but it was too difficult. I wish him well in his journey.</li>
<li><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Cal">Cal</a> and I still have a casual relationship that we enjoy.</li>
<li>Missy of <a href="https://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Missy%20and%20Neil">Missy and Neil</a> turned out to be a huge cunt, and he turned into a pussy. Good riddance.</li>
<li>My Sweet <a href="https://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Melissa">Melissa</a> got married recently, and is very faithful to her husband. I don't fault her for it at all, but I do miss her terribly. We've been unable to maintain a non-sexual friendship, and I have to respect her wishes as much as it breaks my heart to not have her in my life.</li>
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If you have questions about any other adventures of mine, hit me up!<br />
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Love,<br />BGBareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-45402643739628185952018-02-03T10:47:00.001-05:002018-02-03T10:47:18.828-05:00Who knew my dear readers still existed?Yes, I'm still here, and still living decadently. Barebacking my way through life, and loving it.
I'll try to be a better kitten and post again.
Love,
Bareback GrrlBareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-26693221393475432582011-01-14T09:24:00.006-05:002011-01-14T13:41:42.177-05:00Coffee With MelissaIt had been a while since I saw <a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/Melissa">Melissa</a>. Against my better judgment, about a year ago we did some business together, and it panned out as poorly as I expected. Melissa didn't speak to me for months about it. Despite that, I missed her terribly. We had a long, and wonderful history together, and I didn't want to lost that over a bad business decision. I called her and told her this, and how much having her out of my life hurt. I missed her friendship and everything we shared, and honestly, Readers, the sexual part of our friendship was just a bonus. She was open to meeting for coffee.<br /><br />Nervously, I entered the coffee shop. I was early because I didn't want to risk being late and have her think I wasn't coming. My nerves were on fire like I was going on a first date. She was one of my best friends, and I was scared she was really just using the opportunity to confront me. <br /><br />She was already there when I walked in. Same table we'd shared many times. She looked beautiful. I smiled and walked towards here, tears in my eyes. She stood up and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/572/BC6E7828-78D8-41BA-8150-E261D4E20E50/42-17017290.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.corbisimages.com/images/572/BC6E7828-78D8-41BA-8150-E261D4E20E50/42-17017290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I missed you. I'm sorry." I hugged her harder, and kissed her, and tears ran down both our faces. Conversation came easily, just like it always had, and we were both laughing soon enough.<br /><br />After overstaying our welcome, we went outside to say our goodbyes, and it was obvious neither of us wanted to leave the other. My place being closer, we made our way home, holding hands all the way there. She looked as beautiful as ever, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. Admittedly, I wanted my hands, lips, and tongue all over her as well.<br /><br />Arriving here I took her coat and left her to go freshen up, then I did as well after pouring us both a glass of wine. There was good tension. Excitement. We were both humming with intentions. We sat and talked about our lost months for a while, and hands went from holding each others to wandering. <br /><br />I was excited. <br />Turned on. <br />We kissed.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lesmedia/4309475327/" title="Joss Stone Lesbian Kiss by LesMedia, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4309475327_43a1dd79f1_m.jpg" width="240" height="189" alt="Joss Stone Lesbian Kiss" /></a><br /><br><br />We kissed slowly, mouths opening cautiously, exploring gently. She tasted wonderful. I wanted more. Hands wandered and found their way under our clothes. Clothes came off. Somehow we made our way upstairs and fell into bed.<br /><br />Everything we did came so naturally. Our bodies moving together as we pinched, pulled, rubbed, caressed all the right places. Her breasts fit my hands perfecly, her nipples clamped between my fingers. I kissed her and wanted to be inside her. <br /><br />Our cunts were grinding together, clit on clit. It was like an out of body experience. The high I felt from the pleasure was intense, and I couldn't stop myself. I was sucking her feet, licking her toes, wanting more and more. <br /><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/TTCYjeZCSmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rUXgw-OZegQ/s1600/1239568534810.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iRQmucF3O_Y/TTCYjeZCSmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rUXgw-OZegQ/s200/1239568534810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562113275023477346" /></a><br /><br><br /><br />Neither of us could stop. We ate each others' cunts, assholes, sucked our nipples raw. We laughed and cried. We moaned with pleasure and ecstasy.<br /><br />I couldn't be happier that I made that phone call. Melissa has been one of my closest friends for years, and I don't see her not being a part of my life for a very long time.Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-42984819153692725012011-01-09T10:42:00.003-05:002011-01-09T10:43:15.652-05:00Chat?At risk of getting pissed off after a blissful night, I'm available on Yahoo! chat right now (10:45am EST): Bareback_grrl<br /><br />Come say hi!Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-36890686055653012492011-01-07T21:34:00.001-05:002011-01-07T21:34:18.051-05:00How often do you have sex in a typical week?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Depends on the week. Sometimes 3 or 4, sometimes 10.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-65366703048500836842011-01-07T21:33:00.001-05:002011-01-07T21:33:43.275-05:00What do you do for a living?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">That's something I choose not to make public information. I prefer to keep my sex life and business life quite separate.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-45464161714025271482011-01-07T20:44:00.003-05:002011-01-07T21:06:01.596-05:00Stupid CuntLe sigh.<br /><br />Oh the stupidity, and I am completely annoyed by it.<br /><br />M met a woman a few weeks ago. He was vaguely interested in her, but she was a bit over-eager. The more I found out about her, the less I liked her, but she was from out of town, a place where M never travels, so paths were rarely going to cross anyway. Suddenly she decided she was taking a vacation and visiting relatives in NYC.<br /><br />Allll kinds of alarms went off in my head.<br /><br />I told M I felt like it was a bad idea to get together with her, but I wasn't asking him not to see her. At her insistence they made plans. And then the shitstorm exploded. <br /><br />I'd been keeping an eye on her twitter (No, I don't follow her. I'm not that dumb.) and every other tweet was about getting her fuck on. She was about as subtle as a bullhorn. Something about her just sat all kinds of wrong in my head, and I asked M to call it off.<br /><br />It's rare that either of us forbids a tryst, but I always trust my gut. There was something not right with this chick. M told her today the meet was off.<br /><br />She went ballistic.<br /><br />She told him she was only coming here because of him. She bought her tickets based on their meeting. She couldn't really afford the hotel she was staying in and had been planning to ask him for half. Klassy! <br /><br />And now she's blowing up his cell phone and email bring a complete cunt.<br /><br />Fucking psycho hosebeast. Which was it, you dumb cunt? Were you coming here and fucking M while you were here, or were you coming here only to fuck M? Either way, you're a dumb cunt with no class.<br /><br />"When communicating with a snake, always remember that no truth can roll off his forked tongue." -<a href="http://twitter.com/smitefulsinner">Smiteful Sinner, via Twitter</a>.Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-8062886481359072772011-01-06T21:52:00.002-05:002014-11-02T10:09:49.774-05:00That Was GoodBareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-80886423944621420242011-01-05T21:30:00.001-05:002011-01-05T21:30:10.294-05:00How many guys have you fucked in your life?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">No idea. I've never counted and have no desire to.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-33292458996052006802011-01-02T16:13:00.001-05:002011-01-02T16:13:31.447-05:00What ever happened to the guy you picked up at starbucks? Have you seen him again more recently? I ask because I found those stories to be some of your hottest adventures.<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I do still see him, and saw him this morning as a matter of fact. I'll write about him again soon.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-84109433125521790412011-01-02T16:07:00.000-05:002018-02-03T11:37:46.134-05:00Celebration FuckA few weeks ago I was bored and horny, and I browsed CL casual encounters for some inspiration. The usual dreck was there. The same tired ads, the same pictures, the same losers. For some reason I decided to check the misc ads. Most there are looking for things a bit more committed than I'm usually browsing for, but as luck would have it that day, someone else was in the same state of mind as I was.<br />
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I don't remember the ad word for word, and it's no longer online, but the gist of it was an afternoon of decadent titty torture and fucking to celebrate his divorce and clean STD test after catching his wife cheating on him. I responded that I was interested, and one of my conditions of participation was no condoms. He asked if I also had recent test results to share, and I did, so plans were made after several emails and a brief phone call.<br />
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In the shower I brought myself to orgasm easily. I was excited to meet a new cock, especially one experiencing new-found freedom. I dressed quickly, called a cab, and was on my way. He was the only customer at the designated bar, and told me he felt like he was doing something dirty. He was! Meeting a strange woman for sex in middle of the day. For shame! (Never.)<br />
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A single drink was had by each of us, and we left to the place he was staying. His nerves were obvious, so I made things easy by going right to the bed and getting undressed.
Then I opened his pants, grabbed his rock hard cock, and made it clear I was there to get fucked exactly as he described in his ad.<br />
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He sat in the center of the bed, and I sat between his spread legs, my back on his chest. He took my breasts in his hands and began to maul them as I masturbated my cunt. The more he hurt me, the wetter and more turned on I became. His precum oozed onto my lower back. I felt him throbbing and told him I was ready to get fucked.<br />
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He pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and easily slid his averaged sized cock into my hole. He balls were already tight and ready to blow when
I reached back to grab them. With just a few thrusts he unloaded in me, bringing my orgasm immediately.<br />
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We lay together for a few minutes to catch our breath, then I got up, dressed and left to hail a cab home.Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-44095813371269909672010-12-17T21:32:00.001-05:002010-12-17T21:32:14.409-05:00have you ever tried fisting?<p class="formspringmeAnswer"><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/fisting" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" class="nofollow">http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/fisting</a></p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-14793178646163864312010-12-16T21:06:00.001-05:002010-12-16T21:06:04.091-05:00are you still picking up partners on CL?
do you ever get picked up on the street/ Starbuck's etc?
do you ever do the picking up?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Ugh. CL sucks lately. It's always the same guys on there. I've written about Starbucks and other pickups.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-35633912050285636082010-12-13T15:10:00.001-05:002010-12-13T15:10:46.691-05:00aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? LOL<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Ever heard of birth control? LOL :-/</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-43113403796247727962010-12-13T09:10:00.002-05:002010-12-13T10:05:33.561-05:00Thank you, MetrodomeSince the Giants game didn't happen yesterday I knew I could have my pick of friends with nothing to do to choose from. I ended up calling Mike, a 25 year old guy that lives about 15 minutes from us. M left for out of town worn in the morning, and I couldn't wait to have a bare cock in me. <br /><br />Mike thinks I'm just a cheating little whore and that M doesn't know anything about my escapades. Heh. Oh well. Whatever helps him get turned on works for me. I called him soon after M left and made plans to meet him for sushi for lunch. I don't know about you, but I find eating sushi really sexy. It feels so intimate. I've told Mike this before, and when I told him where to meet me I made a point of telling him that it's a favorite spot for me and M to eat. It really is, and I knew this would make Mike feel like we were really doing something wrong and sneaky.<br /><br />Mike arrived a few minutes after me. I was already seated and had started on some sake. We chatted a bit, and then he revealed to me that he was nervous to be out with me in a place I visit with M, but that it really turned him on, too. With that I slipped my shoe off and rubbed my foot over his cock, which was already straining against his jeans. He started eating faster, but I took my time and enjoyed the meal. Sushi isn't anything to rush.<br /><br />We walked the short distance back to my place when we were done, and I ssshhed and winked at the doorman when we came in. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cpk8o_Z1z3A/Sroft8o-NlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QQ99ob6D-KM/s400/ssshhh.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cpk8o_Z1z3A/Sroft8o-NlI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QQ99ob6D-KM/s400/ssshhh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> In the elevator Mike said he loved how bold I am, and that I'm not afraid of getting caught. I assured him that the doormen get a very large holiday gift to ensure they remember how to keep secrets. Oh! the lies I tell! Inside, I led him to one of the large living room windows, which I'd opened since it was rather warm for a December day. Rain splashed in as I slid to my knees, unzipped him, and took his cock in my mouth. <br /><br />Just as his cock began to twitch I stood up and stripped. He took that as an invitiation to do the same, then bent me over and ate me from behind, my head pressed against the window. Before much longer I turned around and pushed him back. I rode that boy hard as he sucked my nipples, kissed me all over, and made me moan. He came hard and deep inside me, and I came seconds later. After his cock stopped pumping I sucked him clean, savoring the taste of my cunt mixed with his cum.Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-87193865300879756052010-12-10T07:41:00.003-05:002010-12-10T07:45:00.127-05:00One more time!Ok, I"m back... again!<br /><br />M and I are still together, of course. Life is crazy, hence my inability to blog. <br /><br />I did manage to (I think) figure out <a href="http://twitter.com/BarebackGrrl/">Twitter</a>, so I'm going to try to be active on there at the very least. I had been locked out of my account for a violation on there, but seem to have worked it out with the powers that be, so I'm up, and soon to be running there.<br /><br />I'll also try to answer as many questions as I can on Formspring.<br /><br />See you soon!<br /><br />BGBareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-63374288174864619362010-05-04T20:56:00.001-04:002010-05-04T20:56:00.209-04:00I'm not readyM and I have talked on and off about having children. We both want them, some days very desperately right now, and other days it's a vague idea for sometime in the future. We obviously very much like the idea of breeding, but we're not really ready for the result. For this reason I've had an IUD for some time now.<br /><br />Since bringing Miles into our life, the subject of breeding and pregnancy has been a heated topic for discussion. M and I rather like the idea of not being sure whether my child is his or not, yet knowing with certainty who would be the father if not M. The idea of breeding with Miles is very appealing. VERY. We've spent many nights in bed, the three of us, fucking and discussing it all at once. In the heat of the argument one evening, M threatened to remove the IUD himself.<br /><br />The thought of being pregnant, my body swollen with child, my small breasts growing larger from the hormone surge and eventual milk... Oh God! Incredibly sexy.<br /><br />But... a child. Giving up the life we live now. Will I feel less sexual? Will M (and Miles if he remains in the picture) still see me as the same sexual being I am now? <br /><br />I really don't think I'm ready for that.Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-29464374545923252262010-05-04T15:16:00.013-04:002010-05-05T07:38:25.569-04:00do you enjoy anal? if so, can you cum from it?<p class="formspringmeAnswer"><a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/anal">Yes</a>, and yes.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-26046120219619657602010-05-04T15:16:00.011-04:002010-05-04T15:16:51.008-04:00You're my hero. Why can't more girls be like you?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Believe me, it's better that more girls aren't like me. Most people are irresponsible, so you can only imagine that we'd be overrun by careless idiots.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-13961837543694586632010-05-04T15:16:00.007-04:002010-05-04T15:16:43.707-04:00Do you want to have kids anytime?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yes. Eventually. There will be a post about this later today.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-56098619988184610002010-05-04T15:16:00.005-04:002010-05-04T15:16:36.145-04:00Do you do dp? How about double vag or anal?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I've written about double penetration <a hred="<a href="http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/double%20penetration">here</a>" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://barebackgrrl.blogspot.com/search/label/double%20penetration">here</a></a>;. I love it. I've attempted double vaginal and anal, but haven't succeeded. Any tips?</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-66181296995266641582010-05-04T15:16:00.003-04:002010-05-04T15:16:19.070-04:00Have you ever had someone pee/shit on you as a sexual fetish? If so How was it?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I've done watersports before. It's fun. Arousing with the right partner. Shit? Nasty.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-64430222932770053132010-05-04T15:16:00.001-04:002010-05-04T15:16:17.859-04:00Do you think that cats (housecats) and humans can peacefully co-exist?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">No. I hate cats. I hate hair on my stuff. Litterboxes are disgusting. Blech.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-38069020139021928682010-04-29T01:06:00.001-04:002010-04-29T01:06:05.855-04:00Why do you bother answering the really inane questions?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">If you think the ones I've answered are inane, you should see the ones I don't.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7170028274188885303.post-6120923212061026992010-04-29T01:05:00.001-04:002010-04-29T01:05:38.317-04:00Do you think the stories about a guy drinking pineapple juice or such things really do affect the taste of semen?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yes, they really do. Asparagus makes both pee stink and semen taste nasty. Pineapple does make semen sweeter.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/BarebackGrrl">Ask me anything</a></p>Bareback Grrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15337006332570873042noreply@blogger.com0