Author Archives: Krissy Gibbs

About Krissy Gibbs

Just your average hippy white trash incest survivor stay at home mom. Is there an average for us? No? Oh well.

answering

Cause I had several questions in the generic “tell me something dirty” post I’ll answer them already. (Oh, and these comments are not screened.) (This did make it up one filter notch. There are people who don’t want to read dirty stuff from me…)

“Your ‘net is down? Oh teh noes! We’re still on for next Monday evening?”

As far as I know… You are showing up around 9:45 is my current information?

“Ooh…since this is screened. What’s is your favorite sexual position and what fetishes do you have? :)”
My favorite sexual position honestly varies by mood and by person. There are some people who just work better in different positions… However, generically the one that I like the best is kind of hard to explain. It involves me lying on my side with the male (cause with females positions tend to be very different) kneeling over me. One of my legs is between his legs and my other leg is up against his chest, can be straight or bent. This allows for some AWESOME friction and angles and such. 🙂

What fetishes do I have? Technically I don’t have any fetishes because a fetish is something that is required in order achieve orgasm. I know that isn’t what you meant though. How about this: I like to please people. On my own, in a vaccuum, there isn’t much that I am terribly into. Although my general preferences and the things I like the most (so hopefully I find partners who like them too) lie in the realm of lingerie, girdles, corsets, long and full skirts, bondage, spanking (like Lolita teaches it!), single tails, and gags. But none of them qualify as a “fetish.”

Questions

I’m bored at work, so what the hell.

Lolita and Julia both did it, so I will, too.

March is question month here. Feel free to ask anything you might want to know and I will endeavor to answer. I will answer the questions on my journal in a friends-only post. I will not say who asked.

I am screening the questions.

Computers hate me

My internet email server is down. There is at least one person whom I have been having a conversation with that I can’t follow up on. If you have sent me an email in the past 20 hours-ish, I haven’t seen it. We can switch the conversation to tribe.net or you can leave me a note here.

All comments screened.

Hey, this is a good time to tell me something dirty!

scheduling

Is anything other than FNW happening on the 17th? I know I want to do a little bit of time in downtown Campbell but after that I don’t know what I want to do. I’m debating FNW, but I may actually just invite people over to my house for some revelry of our own.

Would that interest anyone?

Sluttery in full swing.

I went to three parties last night. The first two were raunchy sex parties. I got laid at both. I got laid more than once at the second one. I got to eat out a very wonderful girl–it’s been a while and damn was I missing that. I had several cocks in my mouth over the evening. (Now ya’ll know why I carry a toothbrush with me to parties and antibacterial soap! The coatcheck girls are amused by me running back and forth.)

Does anyone remember the guy I had a fling with about a year and a half ago? http://boot-slut.livejournal.com/69236.html (Yeah–that’s hard to ring a bell I know.) I asked him if he wanted a night, a week, or a month and he said he only wanted a night. I went for it and it was by far the best one-time sex I have ever had. We really click in bed. I did it agreeing to the terms of never ever contacting him again. He showed up last night. He zoned in on me immidiately and started flirting with me like crazy. *Then* we both figured out that we knew one another. Ha! He’s still that good in bed. We both still have one another saved in our phones. He said that he respects me tremendously for following the rules. He’s going to break the rules and keep in contact with me this time.

But the fucking amazing bit was–dude. He gave me the fucking speech. You know, the “I want to be play partners but I don’t think we should have a relationship” speech. I almost slapped him. I told him that he was a flaming asshole and that he is treating me like a clingy crazy girl and that is so far from reality that it is outrageous. I told him that if he wants to tell me that I am good enough to be a fuck toy and not good enough to be anything else then he doesn’t need to call me. He apologized and said that wasn’t what he meant. Yeah asshole, but it is what you *Said*. I gave him a chance to redeem himself and he sucked up prettily. If I weren’t so hot for him I would refuse to talk with him again, but as it is… yeah. I’ll talk to him again. He is fairly local and a very reliably fantastic fuck. He’s still an asshole though. I almost told him that the last guy who gave me that speech stayed with me for four years. I was good.

Oh, and the best acronym fill in the blank ever: Breeder In Training Coveting Husband.

Hey virgos

Rob says: It will be a rather animalistic week, Virgo–or at least it should be. I suggest that you learn to feel more trust in your primal instincts; find out more about the part of you that doesn’t use words. If you’ve got the luxury to experiment, see what it’s like when you give your inner beast permission to express all of its creativity. The coming days will also be prime time to befriend lone wolves, horse around with wise old owls, welcome back lost sheep, play possum with jackasses, and flirt with sacred cows.

Hmmmm.

The good, the bad, and the scheduling.

Bad first:

I had a conversation today that attacked my faith in humanity. Someone that I have liked expressed some opinions that go beyond me disliking them. My friends have opinions I dislike on a regular basis and I deal with that. However, someone believing that doctors and pharmacists should be allowed to not treat patients if they don’t want to I… it’s beyond dislike. Should teachers be able to say they don’t like a student and will not teach them? Should police officers only protect and serve people they like? The idea of people in service jobs only serving people they like/want to serve offends the very core of me. Does that mean that schools should not have been integrated? Should women still not be allowed to attend college or hold jobs of their own or…

I believe that this person is childish and immature and selfish and self-centered in ways that could be potentially harmful to other people. I’m glad I learned that before I developed any real affection for her because now I know that I don’t want to. I feel kind of sad that there are such people in my general circle though. 🙁

Ok, that was the bad bit of my day.

There were many good bits though. I found out that it isn’t “necessary” for me to go visit the most wonderful fairy I know next weekend because technically she doesn’t “need” my help. Instead, I get to go visit her because she is wonderful enough to want to see me and I get to spend time with one of the most amazing women I know. I think that deserves a big fat YAY!!!

I got a lovely massage from a dear man and I feel more grounded and centered and happy. Also sleepy. 🙂 I might actually sleep tonight!

I got to spend time with the new partner of a dear friend and it was awesome. She is smart and funny and interesting and not psycho and not a bitch and not a whiney dependent dipshit. I am so happy his taste has improved since me. 😉 Seriously though, I really need to spend more time with her while she is here because I think she is that rare kind of person that I will actually like *and* respect. 🙂 Another definate yay!

I’m really happy that I don’t feel as sad as I did last night.

Scheduling!!! What in the fuck is happening this weekend? I haven’t figured out what the freak I am doing and I know I am swimming in options so please help me out here! 🙂 If you don’t want to leave a comment send me an email. Thanks! 🙂

RAWR!

Today I am feeling lonely and I hate the feeling. I know it is a cycle and it will pass, but it sucks ass to be in this place.

Question: do non-crazy people have mood swings too? I don’t actually know if my level/frequency/whatever of mood swings are unusual or crazy-indicating.

I think I have to accept that I am not actually “over” some of the relationship stuff I would like to be over and that irritates me.

To counteract the crappy feelings:
I made the most kick ass curry. I rule.

Reasons I love my school.

My principal is incredibly supportive and helpful.
My advisors are willing to help in any way humanly possible.
My department goes above and beyond what could ever be required of them.

And what happened today? My master teacher gave me money for work I did last semester. See, right now every class is loaded above contract limits and that means we are compensated (barely) for the extra students we have. She got a check for her overages and decided to give me the money for the class I took last semester. There is no reason in the world for her to have done so because student teachers aren’t paid in any way but she felt it would be a little bit of a bonus for me given how hard I worked.

How sweet is that? Of course it isn’t much money but it is the thought that counts! Not everyone on staff here is perfectly self-less but overall the atmosphere is that of “How can I help someone else have a better experience.”

I am so torn about next year. I want to go to Europe so much and I want to stay here so much. Waiting on the decision is so hard. Granted, I don’t get to make the decision until I am offered a job, but I’ve been told a dozen times that the job is likely assured.

I love my school!!!

Interesting trip

I noticed a lot of things this weekend. I used to feel bad that I didn’t follow/couldn’t follow their conversations about computer games/geeky stuff. Now I realize I just don’t give a shit and it isn’t a reflection of my intelligence. YAY!

It was very interesting. I bet I would have had fun talking with more of the SO’s of the geek boys, but I was being shy and I didn’t initiate many conversations. I had a great time talking with the host though–she’s a sometimes dancer and all-around nifty person. Catching up with her was probably worth the hike and being bored a lot of the time. I played a couple of games and did ok most of the time. I broke my boycott of Scrabble. I am more than somewhat amused that the entire situation felt like stepping into a time warp. They are the same people dressing in basically the same clothes doing the same things and having the same conversations. Ok, so they now intersperse comments about work instead of classes… but it was odd.

I no longer feel hated or rejected, but I am a bit more comfortable in knowing that it just isn’t my crowd. That is some lovely closure for me. 🙂

Weird thought

With the hard drive crash I have lost The List.

I bet I could recreate it without a problem (Yes, I *do* remember everyone I have had sex with but it would take some thought) but I don’t know if I want to.

Is this maybe God’s way of telling me that the number shouldn’t matter?

(Opinions welcomed.)

Catastrophic!!! Oh, maybe just obnoxious…

Yesterday the hard drive on my laptop died. I have been assured that this isn’t my fault by no less than three very very talented computer people so I don’t feel guilty anymore. Needless to say, I kind of freaked out though. I feared all was lost as far as my data goes and that is scary shit.

This situation led to a major pity party on my part. There was no one to hold my hand as I fearfully sat in the waiting room of the computer repair place and there was no one to pat my head when I almost started crying when the computer place said they can’t do anything for me. I was all mopey and sad and felt really shitty. However, when I stop to think about it…

Ok, I don’t have one partner to sit there and hold my hand. What do I have instead? I have some fucking amazing friends who are a phone call away, and those friends can/choose to do things that are far more useful than merely holding my hand.

M was my first phone call and he told me where to go to deal with having my computer fixed and we discussed how I need to get a backup computer so that this isn’t such a problem in the future. Then he offered to build me one. YAY!!!!
K was my second phone call and he explained the hard drive problem in a way that I can understand (he is capable of talking down to me without making me feel stupid and that takes serious skill) and then he offered to lend me a laptop until mine can be fixed.
R was my third phone call because I just needed to vent and I knew he would be home and willing to at least listen for a few minutes. He told me to bring my laptop over and he would see what he could do with it. I brought it up there and…. HE RECOVERED THE MOST IMPORTANT FILES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is now a GOD in my eyes and he can have just about anything he wants. And of course going over to his house involved snuggling and watching some Hawt porn so the night turned out well in general.

I may not have “a special someone” but I have so many people who are willing to support me and help me. I am so grateful for my friends.

So now it is a serious pain in the ass to deal with fixing my computer, but I’m not freaking out. 🙂

On being a slut.

I’m not particularly filtering this one even though normally it would go on my therapy filter. It’s kind of weird and disconcerting to be more open about this but I think there are people who are only more loosely part of my network who might be interested in this and maybe it might spur some thoughts and/or discussions that are positive.

I self identify as a slut.

Sluttery information

As I am trying to get my thoughts in order I thought I would ask ya’ll some questions. This is one of those times when I want as much feedback as I can get. Given the nature of polls, it is hard to get nuanced answers so I encourage, nay beg! you all to comment with your individual perspectives and opinions.

 

To do list

Cause I’m one of those people who work best if I am held accountable. 🙂

Today I would like to:
pick up all the clutter around my apartment.
do all of the homework due this week.
Take a bath.

That is probably all I have time to do in the next 4 hours. And I’m hoping I get through it all. *cross fingers*

This week:
Scrub the bathroom from ceiling (if you work down the drips matter less).
Clean my kitchen from top to bottom.
Buy an ink cartridge so that I can freakin print at home.
Go through fabric stuff and figure out what I need to buy in order to get started on faire stuff. I need: two skirts, bloomers, and a bodice. I can do it. Damnit. I WILL learn how to sew.
Figure out all the stuff I am going to do in the grammar unit for the kiddos. I would like to have that finalized before I go back to school.
Cook something interesting just to prove that I can.
Me time. 🙂
Create multiple music playlists for different moods so I don’t have to sit here thinking about it so often.
Read through a novel and take notes for the comp exams.
Read at least one psych book on sexual assault recovery and start figuring out a syllabus for the class I want to teach.
Figure out how to write about the stuff on my mind about being perceived as a slut.

I think that is all I know about right now. 🙂

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

So, I went and talked to the main teacher of the nasty girl from yesterday and got permission to talk to the kid for a few minutes at the beginning of the period.

When she saw me standing there she tensed up visibly and I could see the hostile energy starting but I managed to stay totally positive. I asked her what was going on yesterday because we just seemed to escalate nastiness and it made me feel really awful when I left the class. I talked about my inappropriate escalation and how as a teacher I am not able to give in to power struggles in class and why I have to stand my ground on issues. I talked about how to approach me to explain (in a nice way) that I might want to give them some slack because they are working and I don’t need to come down so hard. We talked back and forth about tone of voice and how often it isn’t what you say, but how you say it that is a problem. We shared that we are both OTR and prone to being nasty and how that isn’t really an excuse but it is a factor. We discussed how we can both try to stop nastiness from occuring in the future (I will be subbing for her class again).

I am jubilent. I feel really happy that I managed to talk it out with the student and probably lessen any potential future conflict.

You know what, I may be growing up.