Tash had gently reminded me that this place has been a little blah-blah-blah lately. It's time to sex it up again, eh?

Or not.

Do we remember The Contest? Well, Mr. Wonderful and I had a conversation last night in a similar vein. He doesn't think I could go long without engaging in onanism. Rather, he thinks he can go longer than moi. I asked him if he wanted to make things interesting, but he pussied out (*that's right, I said it*), by saying that he doesn't trust me enough to be honest about reporting back.

Well, then. If I can't be honest at the J-Spot, then what hope for the world is there?

And thus begins The Clitortest:



No, I don't have numbers on my vulva.. I think...

So, let's draw up some parameters, shall we?

1) The Clitortest will end December 31st, 2004.
2) The Clitortest does NOT included sexual intercourse.
3) The Clitortest DOES, however, include onanism practiced in the company of others, or while otherwise engaged in sexual activity/intercourse (i.e.: No touchie).
4) The Clitortest is dependent on the honour system (i.e.: you just have to trust me, baby).
5) If the Clitortest is completed successfully, someone should give me a prize (I'll have to work a bit on this one).

Why do it?

To prove to myself that, should my hands be mangled in a tragic accident, I could still live a sexually satisfying life... but mostly just to prove Mr. Wonderful wrong.

::Edit: I thought about it some more, and I think this will actually help me focus on my sexuality a bit more. I have, I admit, been in a bit of a schlump recently when it comes to, you know, loving myself. I think that if I stop feeding my genitals what it wants, it's going to start to get hungry, you know? And don't things always taste better when you're hungry?::