When I met my significant other, Scott (I can't bring myself to say "boyfriend" since we are both almost middle aged), I was brought into the fascinating feline world. Maverick is beautiful smokey gray, 10 year old, mild mannered male Tabby.
Don't get me wrong, he has his moments. Like when we introduced him to our Maltese/Terrier mixed dog Sparky. He is not acclimating well and refuses to play nice. Or when he does not wish to be held. Good luck with trying to keep him in your arms! But for better or worst, we are a family and somehow we will all get along, eventually.
Maverick is quite a character. Once in a while he remembers that he loves something else other than his catnip and climbs into bed with us. Normally he is quite a loner, preferring to spend most of his day sitting by a window watching the day go by, this was part of the reason we decided to get a second pet. One who would interact more with me during the day.
Oddly enough on several occasions when Scott and I have gone to sleep, not entirely happy with one another, Maverick jumps on the bed in the middle of the night and wakes us up by bumping our heads with his, and caressing our faces. He especially likes it when his daddy has a little stubble on his face. I have come to the conclusion that he wakes us up, so that we can make up. It's totally within my nature to come up with such a conclusion, I like to find any occasion to get my freak on. "Listen to your cat," I have told Scott, "he has a lot of common sense."
Scott just laughs and marvels at the many creative ways I come up with to try and entice him that it's time to make love. He is a lot more conservative than I, hell, that's a flat out lie, I'm not conservative at all. I have no problem with discussing, practicing, enjoying, exploring sex in all its forms. Just so happens that my newest ploy is to implicate his beloved Maverick, to my advantage, of course.
I believe all couples have their own secret language when it comes to letting each other know when they wish to be intimate. Some are more outspoken than others. Some more discrete. Me? I added a new phrase to an already long list of private communication between me and my partner. "Listen to your cat!" now has a whole new delicious meaning.
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Saturday, March 19, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
X Y Factor
It's been a long time since I attended Biology in High School, but how many of you remember when they were explaining the properties of the X and Y chromosomes? I have an interesting theory which I hope is uniquely mine, but who knows, I have been proven wrong, once or twice in my lifetime!!
The X chromosome is one of two sex chromosomes inherited from the parent to its offspring . Both genders can inherit this chromosome from either parent. By contrast, the Y chromosome belongs exclusively to the male line. Meaning only males can pass this gene to their male offspring.
Becoming a female requires two X chromosomes, becoming a male requires one X and one Y chromosome. Being the eccentric feminist that I am, I have concluded that the Y chromosome is just a variant of an X chromosome. Meaning, the Y chromosome is deficient in its genetic information. If you truly look at it, a Y is really an X with a missing "leg", therefore, men have some genetic information missing. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am theorizing that women are superior to men!
We get two perfect XX chromosomes, while males are stuck with only one perfect X chromosome. If you really think about it, it explains a lot. It explains why they tend to be selfish, egotistical, violent, easily distracted, irresponsible, intolerant to pain and just plain smelly. Don't get me wrong, I like men well enough, I just happen to think females are fabulous.
I hope with this new found information women will now, once and for all, come to the conclusion that men will never truly understand them. A lucky few, will find that rare elusive gem, that will only "go with the flow" in the hopes of living a semi-happy life. But true understanding of what a woman is all about can only be achieved by another woman. It's in the genes!!!
The X chromosome is one of two sex chromosomes inherited from the parent to its offspring . Both genders can inherit this chromosome from either parent. By contrast, the Y chromosome belongs exclusively to the male line. Meaning only males can pass this gene to their male offspring.
Becoming a female requires two X chromosomes, becoming a male requires one X and one Y chromosome. Being the eccentric feminist that I am, I have concluded that the Y chromosome is just a variant of an X chromosome. Meaning, the Y chromosome is deficient in its genetic information. If you truly look at it, a Y is really an X with a missing "leg", therefore, men have some genetic information missing. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am theorizing that women are superior to men!
We get two perfect XX chromosomes, while males are stuck with only one perfect X chromosome. If you really think about it, it explains a lot. It explains why they tend to be selfish, egotistical, violent, easily distracted, irresponsible, intolerant to pain and just plain smelly. Don't get me wrong, I like men well enough, I just happen to think females are fabulous.
I hope with this new found information women will now, once and for all, come to the conclusion that men will never truly understand them. A lucky few, will find that rare elusive gem, that will only "go with the flow" in the hopes of living a semi-happy life. But true understanding of what a woman is all about can only be achieved by another woman. It's in the genes!!!
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