FAIR WARNING!!! TODAY'S POST IS ABOUT SEX AND BLUEBERRIES. SO IF YOU ARE A SOUTHERN BELLE OR MY MOTHER YOU MAY WANT TO TURN AWAY NOW.
Recently I have found myself immersed in the gay dating scene here in the almost Deep South. I had a long talk with Netflix and we are going to explore an Open Relationship. This can be touchy I know. I've seen MTV True Life "I'm in a Polyamorous Relationship". But I think Netflix is pretty chill and open to trying new things. And really just wants me to be happy.
Things I Learned This Week (about sex) In The South:
1. It is perfectly acceptable to take the rolled up $20 bill your blind date used to snort a row after he falls asleep just as you are about to ask a muffled "is this good for you?". Time is money.
2. A real friend deletes the dick pic accidentally sent to them during a date safety check.
3. And nobody judges if you fall asleep, while sitting, in the dark, with a starfish. Active participation begets active participation.
One of these things did happen to me this weekend, all others were overheard. I'll let you try and figure that out.
So in light of the blue subject matter I baked a Blueberry and Ginger Buckle that will make your toes curl. And gurl we know you need it.
Blueberry and Ginger Buckle
RECIPE INSPIRED BY THE GOURMET COOKBOOK 2004 ed.
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