A Letter to the Editor - Selling Sex

Writing about Sex and what sells.

Fishlips realizes at the moment one’s eyes seek the stats page; that some posts are more enjoyable to readers than another post.

Which means at times I’m boring: the subject is boring, or the photos are boring, everything depends on the whim of a person’s mind set.  Boring is not fun. 

I want to be desirable.   Read with wild abandonment.  Fishlips has decided blogs need to be sexy.  Hip, cool, factual yet slinky.

It’s hard being sexy when writing a blog.  Sex sells, writing a blog does not.  Blogs can be boring, sex is not boring. 

Preparing to be Sexy takes a lot of effort.  

First one must prepare self.  Thank goodness no one views me via webcam in the mornings as I write.  Eyes still bleary from last night’s fitful sleep.  Hair pinned up yet not combed.  Robe is tied, but hanging loosely about my shoulders.  

Music softly playing from the TV in living room as I sit at my desk in the office – the music is a mood enhancer – until the one I live with changes the channel to the news of the day.   Ruining my mood: instantly.  I don’t need to hear hundreds are protesting, thousands are starving, and this is just the segment about the politics of the day.

Fantasy is much more encouraging than fact.  This is second to preparing one’s self for being sexy.  Maybe a little role playing is needed here.   Such as a French Maids Outfit or a Sailors Outfit.  Neither of which I own; so much for role playing.  Thank goodness my audio is off otherwise you would hear a huge sigh.

Third stage of being sexy is all hype.  Stars do not dance in one’s eyes; unless you’re watching a certain TV program.  Each of us in our mind has that ideal sexy person.  For me Sam Elliot has to be one of the sexiest looking and talking men around – I know his voice anywhere.  My heart skips a beat whenever a certain car commercial is heard on the TV.  For my guy if Denise Richards showed up at the front door I would be asked to go visit my mother (and Mom lives in Missouri).

There are days I feel sexy.  There are days sexy is not my goal.  I hope you enjoyed my tongue in cheek Sex vs Blog post.  

Keeping it G rated as always,  

Miss Sexy Fishlips

Trick or Treat Smell My Feet

Halloween is now over.   A fun night for many; seniors, baby boomers, and for those who are years younger.  

In Anchorage, Alaska there were several exciting new venues and old venues on the slot for anyone looking to Halloween fun.

I hit Trick or Treat Street on October 30^th.  An adventure by the merchants of downtown Anchorage who came together so that young and old could have a ton of fun!

As one of those baby boomers I love Halloween.  As a kid we would be out late filling pillow cases with candy given out by all in our neighborhood.  As soon as dinner was over a handful of us kids would band together and stay out way pass the time limit given by parents still handing out candy even as we dug our weary bones home.

May Halloween stay within hearts that enjoy it and always have fond memories of days racing with friends to the next house to get that favorite candy bar.