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Well, it is accurate information, non-prurient and not salacious. Just explicit. At least it isn't a XXX site.
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I wouldn't want my daughter finding out about frogs online either. Much better in a biology class where the setting is so much more neutral and there's someone responsible to their to answer her questions about ...
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I think information is always good, and it's being discussed here calmly and clinically by adults with senses of humor. People need to learn about sex some way, and this is the best way, I think.
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I'm can't anything more horrifying or more unlikely than discussing frogs in my family's house.
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Yeah right. My question got me held after class while the teacher called me immature. There's actually a whole website now devoted to how the mechanics work. Sometimes the internet is better than school.
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I used to love observing tadpoles in the stagnant water between the rows in the field across the street. I kept notes on their progress, drew pictures.
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Kat: In reality, that's true for me too. My mom tried to talk about frogs and tadpoles and all that stuff and I really just kinda wanted her to shut up.
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"Kegels" - now you can laugh all you want, but I have no idea what that means. Did I tell you that having NO sexual education whatsoever in school (at any level) really, really, but really sucks?! I don't even know if it's something you're supposed to learn there or not... Hurray for the Romanian school system!
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Kegels are pelvic muscle exercises (rythmic clenching and unclenching of muscles) that were developed by a Dr. Kegel (originally for women after childbirth). I have only heard them being for women, so the idea that men would do kegels is news to me. Strengthening the muscles involved helps with incontinence and also increases sexual pleasure.
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I didn't learn it in school. My mom taught me because of a bladder infection when I was in HS. It's a series of exercises you do. Google it, you should find plenty of info.
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Kegels are important for pregnant women. They help all kinds of post-delivery complaints. And becuase the muscles are being toned, they make sex more enjoyable.
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They're very easy to do, as long as you remember. Hell, as a guy, you can do them while reading this thread.
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Yeah, Kegel's allow men to hold back an ejaculation so they last longer during sex.
quote:Sara - On a related note, I wonder if it's possible to develop callouses on genital skin?
There are those that say that, in addition to the loss of nerves and lubrication from the foreskin, the head of the penis develops a layer of protective cells like a callous in men who have been circumcised. This loss of sensation is, apparently, what allows them last longer before ejaculating.
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quote:Um, guys, isn't it possible for a woman to sort of "overdo it" and make things too sensitive and unfun?
Yeah, PSI, immediately after orgasm the glans is too sensitive for much direct contact to be pleasurable. My understanding is that it's not unlike the clitoris in that respect.
I've thought of a couple other times in which I experienced pain associated with sex. The first time I had sex, after orgasm my stomach hurt in much the same way that it does a few hours after having been kicked in the crotch. Another time, the woman was on top, and kind of came down at the wrong angle, flexing the shaft of my penis in a really unplesant way. And yeah, I can testify to the fact that having sex 6 or 7 times in the space of an evening can result in some soreness afterward. Not from chafing, so much as...well...over-inflation, so to speak. Erections are always painful for a day or two after such a session.
Sara, I'm fairly hard to embarass--you basically don't need to worry about asking me a question that is too personal to be answered in public. Plus, if there is any question about whether or not your motivation for asking is positive, I'm going to generally assume that it is. I trust you pretty implicitly.
quote:I used to love observing tadpoles in the stagnant water between the rows in the field across the street. I kept notes on their progress, drew pictures.
Do you have any idea how much fun we'd have had together, had we know each other as kids? You're really just...I can't even begin to tell you how much I like you!
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Those of you who know me shouldn't be surprised. I told a very good friend, that the intimacy of sex was really more about laughing together at the crazy things our bodies manage to do together than it is about orgasm.
***EXPLICITNESS WARNING***
There was once when it was quite clearly painful for him. We somehow moved totally out of sync with each other, and I think he hit the top of my pubic bone with his penis just as he was ejaculating. It wasn't actually painful to me, but he was clearly in pain, for quite a while afterwards, he kind of curled up into a ball til the pain subsided. Wasn't much I could do to help him, though I wish I could have. Kissing it to make it better wasn't exactly an option.
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All this talk about tadpoles is kind of rocking my boat, as I had figured most of you people grew up in cities.
When I was a kid, I knew all the best places to look for tadpoles in the river by my house. When I was in middle school, though, we had some pretty major flooding, and the county channelized a long stretch of the river. While that was good for drainage, it also meant that all the calm spots by the banks where the tadpoles grew were destroyed. I was sad.
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When I was in middle school, my dad had the pond out in our pasture bulldozed. I loved playing down by it, trying to catch frogs, watching tadpoles and dragon flies, messing around with cattails, wading out and inevitably getting leeches, sliding around on the ice in the winter, etc. I can understand why he had it bulldozed--it was silting up, and was basically just a breeding ground for mosquitos from his perspective, but it was almost physically painful for me when he did it. I remember walking around the scar that was all that remained of it a day or two after he'd done it, and picking up a dirt clod to throw, and seeing that it had a little head poking out of it. It was a tiny juvenile painted turtle. I cleared the hardened mud off of it, and saw that it was fine except for one leg, which looked like it had been crushed half in and half out of the shell. I thought I was going to have to kill to poor thing, but for some reason I took it up to a spigot and washed it off first, and discovered that the leg was really just trapped by mud. I took it back to a creek in the woods and let it go.
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I used to play in the marsh near my house against my mother's wishes. I brought home ticks and all kinds of foul things. There was this tree that was the only tree in a small clearing that was covered with branches, and I built a little house on one limb. It was low enough and the ground was muddy enough that you could jump out without doing anything more that hurting the arches of your feet.
That's a nice story and all, except that I stole the wood out of a neighbor's yard to build the house, and the neighbor boys eventually tore it down.
The only life was fiddler crab and snails, but those were pretty cool, anyway.
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One of the coolest memories I have is of a hike in the desert on large sandstone slabs. It was spring, so it was the rainy season. In every crevice and hollow of the sandstone was a little puddle of water. Some "puddles" were actually small pools, maybe three inches deep and several feet in diameter. Others were at most an inch deep and a foot in diameter. But in nearly every puddle were swarms of tadpoles. Some were further along, growing legs and almost ready to climb out.
It was amazing to think that the frogs that laid the eggs in the puddles somehow "knew" that spring was the time to do it; that there was no water anywhere around, and that these little puddles would be dry in a matter of weeks. The little tadpoles thrived in the puddles and eventually crawled out to repeat the cycle. Isn't nature amazing?
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What I seem to remember most about my childhood is playing outside, all day, every day, almost all year long. We waded in the creeks and caught tadpoles and salamanders, made minnow traps, and just observed the life there. It was so wonderful.
Also we played in the woods a lot and made forts and treehouses. We learned so much about building stuff, and also about what steps are necessary to keep the racoons from eating the potato chips overnight. (Nothing short of bringing all food in the house overnight could prevent it. Those guys are agile and SMART!)
Also I loved to play in the rain and splash in the puddles. Building dams to make pools of various sizes was also great fun. Can you repair it with mud and sticks faster than it will erode? It's a race against time, with lots of excitement and occasional catastrophic failures. I was only allowed to play outside if it wasn't lightning.
Oh, and the evening when the lightning bugs come out. Playing out there, catching lightning bugs and watching them blink. Letting them crawl up our hands to our fingertips, lift their wings, and fly away. It was glorious.
I think back to all those hours outdoors and that is like a precious solid joy that anchors my whole life. Why do people stay indoors so much? Why do I? That's the thing I think my own nieces missed out on most of all in their childhoods, compared to mine. They had lots more stuff, more toys and games, but I think we had a lot more fun. I don't know. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Posts: 6246 | Registered: Aug 2004
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When I think of all the impressionable young minds who will read this thread and form involuntary, potentially embarrassing associations about frogs... it brings a smile, it really does.
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I used to love going out into this meadow a mile or two into the woods behind my house, and sitting in the big tree in the center of it watching the wind blow the waist high grass, while the lake twinkled in the sun in the distance. There was a white tree on a ridge that I could see from there, and I'd often go off in search of it, but I don't think I ever actually found it. I had all sorts of fun searching for it though. I also liked going to this pond that was in the same general stretch of woods, and climbing up into this fallen tree that was caught in the crotch of another tree, and watching the beavers in the pond building their dam. I built a number of rafts of various designs and poled around that pond. In the winter I liked to go into that meadow I mentined above, completely bundled up, and lie down and just let the snow fall on me. One of the neighborhood dogs was half St. Bernard, though, and he's always try to rescue me after a while. Sometimes he'd lay down on me, and sometimes lick my face until I'd get up. Once he grabbed my pantleg and started dragging me toward home. I loved that dog.
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We have about 3 acres of woods, protected wetlands, on the property I grew up on. In the winter, the little marshes and ponds would all freeze over, and my brother and I would clear the snow off a patch of them and skate around on the ice. In the summer, those ponds and marshes would mostly dry up and be covered in ferns. We would run around through the woods, carrying buckets of acorns we would collect every fall, and try to find and peg each other with the acorns. Eventually, we built a little wooden platform in one of the trees, so we could look out further across the woods.
We have a big family of deer living back there, now. About 8 at last count. There are also red AND grey fox. When I was 12 or so, I was running around the yard and almost tripped over a baby red fox stalking a mouse. I quickly ran away, and when I turned, I could see the mother fox watching from about 8 feet from where I had almost stepped on the baby. I am not sure what she would have done if I had hurt the baby... I was, even at that age, about 10 times larger then the mother. So I backed off a bit, and watched the baby practice stalking mice for a good hour before it lost patience and ran off.
We also have wild turkey, that occassionally wander through. And, the most recent wildlife spotting, last april, I was looking out the back window during a family gathering, and noticed a strange animal on one of the fallen trees stretching across a small stream. After some examination, and cross referencing with our wildlife guide, we decided it was a Fisher.
On top of the standard new england small wildlife, such as chipmunks, squirrels, racoons, groundhogs, et al, we have a pretty good collection of ground life. FOr a few years, we had a hawk that lived in a tree fairly close to the yard, during the spring. He'd show up for about 3 weeks every april. He must have either moved on or died, because we haven't seen him in 10 years.
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I live near Crater Hill, which is actually the surviving portion of a volcano that gradually eroded into the ocean on the other side, leaving one end connected to the island and the other submerged in the sea (er...it's kinda hard to explain in writing. Hmph.) It forms a giant cliff face that meets the bay, and while the beach sand covers up most of the lavarock underneath, there are still all sorts of weird rock shapes for water to collect in. Me and my brother used to go down there and play with the tadpoles that somehow ended up in there. I can't recall ever seeing grown-up frogs on the beach, though. How weird.
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OOoooh yeah! I love to see the wildlife. When I was a teenager I used to go back into the woods behind our house and sit on the "resting rock", a large boulder with a nice seatlike depression, and sit perfectly still for hours on end. After about an hour the animals just forget you are there, or decide you aren't a threat. They come out and do their thing. A bird perched an inch from my fingertip once. And another time I saw a mother fox and her litter of kits. That was awesome!
I feed the birds and squirrels and racoons back here and so I get a lot of visitors. Red foxes are some of the most beautiful animals ever! Their coats, all red above and black below, are gorgeous. Sometimes their tails have white tips. I've also looked out and seen a huge wild turkey perching on my deck railing! That was quite a surprise. I've seen coyotes here before too but not lately. We have hawks quite frequently, they are attracted to the other animals who come to feed. No deer here, though. I wish we did. It's too close to town.
Where I used to live, south of town, I had Great Blue Herons wading in the creek at dusk, looking for minnows. They are gorgeous too.
Here we have Pileated Woodpeckers sometimes, but it's been a number of years since I've seen one. I hope they don't go extinct like their cousins the Ivory Billed Woodpeckers. (Some people still have hope for the Ivory Billed, in remote parts of Cuba or even FL or LA swamps.) They are huge and gorgeous birds, and have a distinctive call that's almost like a turkey gobble.
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