Nfnsng - No Fear, No Shame, No Guilt

A question posed to me on Facebook: It seems like you’re sex obsessed. Are you really?

Yup, ‘fraid so. I was sex obsessed since I was a little boy. When I was five, while all the other guys were playing ball or whatever during recess I was literally under the bushes w the little girls. I have  an extraordinarily high libido and love having sex as often and as long as possible. When I was young I had sex at least four times a day. There was always the morning sex which lasted at least an hour. The main course lasted at least three hours. Then there was the casual on-the-fly sex that lasted 10 to 20 minutes. And then there was the nocturnal sex which lasted at least an hour. So, all-in-all, I spent a minimum of about five hours a day having sex. Fortunately the girl I lived w for 27 years, from 28 to 55, had a matching libido so my cravings weren’t problematic. My consumption is down considerably now due to pain from an inflammatory condition so I probably have sex about three or four times a week and probably no more than one to three hours at a time. Fortunately, Amanda has pretty much the same appetite so we’re in good shape. I may not indulge as much as I used to but I’m always thinking about it. ~ Trabue Gentry

Metaphasis

After doing more research I have learned some interesting things, one of which is there is a more official term for Spoonerisms: Metaphasis. According to Word Spy: metaphasis n. Transposing sounds or letters in a word or phrase (e.g., “stits and farts” instead of “fits and starts”).

Notes: Such phrases are known more popularly as “Spoonerisms” after the Reverend William Spooner who was famous for mangling phrases (“Which of us has not felt in his heart a half-warmed fish?”). ~ Trabue Gentry

The Crystal Scull

When I was in my early 20’s I was loaned a book on the Mitchell Hedges crystal skull. It was absolutely fascinating! After reading the book I returned the it but my interest continued to grow.

One day when I was 27 I was a friend had come over to to my apartment for a visit. As I was gathering the trash to take out to the dumpster we were talking about the Mitchell Hedges crystal skull. I told him how I wished I could get the book back. I shrugged at the implausibility of regaining another copy of this fairly obscure book and opened the door to take the trash out. When I arrived at the trash dumpster I opened the lid and, sitting right on top was a brand new copy of the book I was talking to him about. What are the odds.

If you’re interested in the Mayan culture and the Mitchel Hedges Crystal Skull, I think you’ll find this Wikipedia link as fascinating as I do. ~ Trabue Gentry

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystal_skull