<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:47:16.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseus' Carnal Diversions</title><subtitle type='html'>The Journal of a Sex Life Frequently Spent</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-109298502888290400</id><published>2010-05-15T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:50:02.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pale Blue

I like Asian girls, I really do but sometimes their personality and cultural
upbringing can be a pain when it comes to matters of sex. Case in point,
Lia.


First off, she was quite cute when I met her, no doubt about it, and in fact
she actually looked younger then I thought she would. I hadn't seen her
picture before we met though we did exchange a few emails to set up our
rendezvous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/109298502888290400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/109298502888290400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2004/05/pale-blue-i-like-asian-girls-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-109298472055416333</id><published>2010-01-24T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:50:21.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Economy

Susan, a friend of mine, works for a local software firm and every once in a
while, when things are slow at her office she and I chat online. Ordinarily
I'm no big fan of online chat, finding it terribly slow and generally
annoying, but she and I are old friends and have fun ranting at each other on
sundry topics and exchanging sexual banter in the most shameless fashion.
For her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/109298472055416333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/109298472055416333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2004/01/economy-susan-friend-of-mine-works-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-108266826293725578</id><published>2009-11-16T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:50:48.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Suckfest

I was invited to a small sex party recently. The email came out of
the blue from one of my past playmates, Sarah. She said she and a
girlfriend were going to be in the area and wanted to entertain a
few guys while they were here. The plan was to invite a couple of
guys they already knew, me being one of them. Since they wanted
some variety they also were going to post an ad online </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/108266826293725578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/108266826293725578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/11/suckfest-i-was-invited-to-small-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-108224131242369173</id><published>2009-10-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:57:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chasing Beaver

"Ward, that's the second time today you came in through the back door!"

    - June Cleaver, recently aired episode of Leave it to Beaver
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/108224131242369173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/108224131242369173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/10/chasing-beaver-ward-thats-second-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-108224107389750786</id><published>2009-09-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T00:59:14.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White

She had on a white shirt, pale blue jeans and sandals. She had
freckles on her cheeks, below narrow eyes without any makeup.
Shoulder length hair, cut ala Betty Page, small gold earrings. We
met at a cafe across the street from De Anza college. It was late
afternoon on a Friday, with a few students hanging about, studying,
reading, socializing. Here and there some business types were busy
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/108224107389750786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/108224107389750786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/09/white-she-had-on-white-shirt-pale-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-106092959035268810</id><published>2009-08-14T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:02:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long Weekend

I have not kept up with this blog for a while, mostly because of workload
and travel. I haven't had time to pursue either the writing or the lovers,
but I have free time now and look forward to meeting some exciting
bundles of erotic energy.


Which is not to say that I've been celibate. Far from it. I've had
some great fun with my lover M who keeps me very satisfied most weeks.
Not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/106092959035268810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/106092959035268810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/08/long-weekend-i-have-not-kept-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-94125614</id><published>2009-05-10T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:05:55.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sport

I had a farm in Africa....    no wait, wrong story.


I had a date in Sunnyvale at the foot of Borders. Not quite as full of
promise as the farm in Africa, but the outlook improves when one takes
into account the fact that it was a fuck date. In fact, that was exactly
what she called it when we talked on the phone.


She had answered my ad, seen my picture, the usual drill. I sent her my
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/94125614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/94125614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/05/sport-i-had-farm-in-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-93618090</id><published>2009-05-01T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:06:13.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Enema Addict

This was some years ago, when I was a young and not quite so experienced
lad.


I placed an ad in 
Metro and an 
older woman responded. I remember that the ad headline was
"Enema Erotica",
but I don't recall the rest of the text. The gist was that I was looking
for a woman interested in that particular aspect of anal fun, mostly
because I was seeking to expand my own sexual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/93618090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/93618090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/05/enema-addict-this-was-some-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-92901289</id><published>2009-04-19T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:14:28.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War, Sex, and HierodulesThe history of the Iraq war will be written by historians. Kind of a silly tautology, but bear with me. I think because it will be historians writing it America will come
off looking much worse then if, say, journalists or accountants were
writing that history. And the reason for this is the

looting of Iraq's museums
and the 
burning of its libraries. America will sleep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/92901289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/92901289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/04/war-sex-and-hierodules-few-days-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-91973711</id><published>2009-04-04T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:18:54.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bouncy

My choice of name for her should become obvious in the course of this
story. It all begun a few days before with a rather funny
ad I read on one of the local personals sites. I hesitate to reproduce
it here because it was pretty specific and I want to preserve Bouncy's
anonymity. Suffice it to say that the ad was amusing, but it was also
rather out of date, having been placed more then a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/91973711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/91973711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/04/bouncy-my-choice-of-name-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-91332540</id><published>2009-03-24T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:21:39.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foolish Dim Wit

I also came across this delightful quote in an old book recently (can't find an online pointer to it):

It is a foolish dim wit who doesn't realize it a waste of time unless
a thing concerns fucking - Pietro Aretino c.1527

I'll have a busy week, but maybe I should plan to get laid with some
like minded girl and get my mind of the troubles of the world....
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/91332540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/91332540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/03/war-and-sex-blogs-part-deux-war-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-91115019</id><published>2009-03-21T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:23:16.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red, Now Brown

Earlier this month I sent off an e-mail to Red  to see if she wanted to get together
again. It had been a while since our parking lot tryst, and while I wanted
to see her again I did not want to be too pushy about it, particularly
since I haven't heard from her since then.


A couple of days later I got an email back. She said that after our
last encounter she was a bit nervous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/91115019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/91115019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/03/red-now-brown-earlier-this-month-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-89778618</id><published>2009-02-26T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:24:14.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Face

My lover M seems to be getting into that whole face fucking thing lately.
It's a new development in our play, and rather hot at that. In the
past she did not get off that much while giving oral, but this seems
to be changing. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It's a lot of fun
sliding my cock into her lips as she's getting off, using her mouth like
a pussy and talking dirty to her. Lately</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/89778618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/89778618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/02/face-my-lover-m-seems-to-be-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-87260298</id><published>2009-01-11T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:27:00.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red's Story

It's been a long time since I updated this blog. Between the seasonal
year-end workload and the social and family responsibilities of the
holidays I just haven't had time to either play or write up some of my
more recent experiences. However I had a hot encounter yesterday which
definitely deserves a writeup.


I was messing about in chatrooms as I sometimes do and struck up a
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/87260298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/87260298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2003/01/reds-story-its-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-84569457</id><published>2008-11-30T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:33:55.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At The Movies

I went to see Transporter 3 yesterday and had an amusing experience.


The movie was playing at AMC Mercado 20, one of those huge megaplex
movie warehouses. The theater is a magnet for community college kids,
not surprising since it is right next to Mission College. It also draws
a huge crowd of high school kids, though I have no idea where they come
from. There must be another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/84569457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/84569457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/11/at-movies-i-went-to-see-femme-fatale.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83548420</id><published>2008-10-26T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:35:23.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evening
I spent the evening with my lover M who was quite horny. She straddled me
on the couch, gave me a hot blowjob, after which I took her from behind
in the dark living room. We retired to the bed eventually where she came
with a vibrator while sucking me. I came all over her breasts. Afterwords
we went out for dinner. We do so enjoy each other.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83548420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83548420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/animals-i-was-reading-slashdot-threads.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83499305</id><published>2008-10-24T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:38:25.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>K's Story

A few days ago I
posted a fantasy sent to me by K, a woman who answered an ad I
placed in SF
Weekly. The fantasy, entitled
The Surrogate, described what she wanted to happen when we met for
our rendezvous.


The ad I placed was just a short two line invitation to women who were
interested in 
anal play. Mine was not by any means the only such ad, you always get
several of them in any
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83499305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83499305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/ks-story-few-days-ago-i-posted-fantasy.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83419048</id><published>2008-10-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:39:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Location, Location

The issue of location came up in one of my earlier posts. Actually it
is two issues - the location for meeting somebody new when setting up
an assignation, and the location of

the assignation itself. Neither is as straightforward as you might
think.


Typically if you're 
meeting a stranger for sex you want to check them out ahead of time,
both for safety and for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83419048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83419048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/location-location-issue-of-location.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83229682</id><published>2008-10-19T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:40:09.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Surrogate

I placed an ad in SF Weekly seeking women who enjoyed anal play.  Several
days later K left me voice mail saying she was interested. She was very
honest, direct and left her phone number. I called her and we chatted,
exchanging email addresses and met in a public place a few days later
to check each other out.  After we set up a meeting to play she emailed
me the following document</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83229682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83229682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/surrogate-i-placed-ad-in-sf-weekly.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83229320</id><published>2008-10-19T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:45:26.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Definition of Blogsex

My excursions into the emerging field of blog sex theory
lead me to propose the following definition:







blogsex
The act of having sex with another blogger, with both participants
then blogging about their experience.


I should note that one of the search results returned as of today for
blogsex touches on the etymology of the word. It is from a blog
called a
small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83229320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83229320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/definition-of-blogsex-my-excursions.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83137546</id><published>2008-10-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:47:36.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack and Jill Parking

Yesterday I met J who responded to one of my carnal ads. After some
email back and forth we arranged to meet at the Valley Fair Mall in San
Jose. Not my favorite location for such things, but I had some errands
to run there and it was a short drive for her from downtown, where she
works - something to do with marketing and sales. I arrived early and
sat outside the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83137546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83137546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/jack-and-jill-parking-yesterday-i-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3858775.post-83004141</id><published>2008-10-15T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:49:23.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Beginning

I've started this blog to document my sexual adventures. That's
a bold statement, I'll grant you. Most people have trouble enough
just finding some decent sex let alone finding carnal delights which
raise to the level of adventure. But over the years I have found
that if you go forth and boldly seek it out, sure enough, adventure
will find you. To

paraphrase (and surely embarrass)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83004141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3858775/posts/default/83004141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pcarnal.blogspot.com/2002/10/beginning-ive-started-this-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Perseus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00833724422410963640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
