FAIL SALE

so today, FDJ was supposed to blow some serious cash downtown at this American Apparel Rummage sale, aka pay next to nothing on AA's defective shit. So, after Krystle pulled an all nighter- finishing a final assignment, and then handing it in, we headed downtown. Grabbed a hot dog for bfast, hopped onto a street car, met some chicks from UofT, and then headed towards the sale. Low and Behold, the line up was toooo crazy, soo crazy that 85% off wasnt worth the wait. So we followed the UofT chicks to this vegan muffin shop in kensington market, then got burritos and did some other stuff...

Basically, all the money we were gonna spend on clothes, we spent on food. Here are some pictures.

QOTD

night ride or die, bitches.

BOOTY CALL PARTIE DEUX

With regards to Krystle's post: Yeah. Def gotta agree that any exchange of ANY sexual favors, qualifies as a bOOty call. sexual favors, includes: penetration (obviously), oral, anal, hands going places, your junk rubbing on their junk, caressing and dare i even say just making out? You might draw the line before making out, but hey, the 12 year old boy and girl who meet up behind the school dumpsters will probably disagree with you.

Plain and simple, a booty call shouldnt be defined by "what you get," instead should be defined as "getting some." A booty call is essentially a SERVICE to get SERVICED... through whatever sexual means you like.

But let's go a bit deeper shall we? (that's what she said).

So now we got the definition (well the FDJ approved definition) of booty call, let's look at the dynamics of the booty call. Namely, who is the caller, and who is delivering?

Essentially, this is how a booty call works.
Person A talks to Person B. Phone/text/IM all acceptable, booty calls are technology capable. Person B comes over to Person A's location. A and B do the damn thang. Person B leaves.

So following this, Person A = booty caller, and Person B = booty call. Right?

BUT, what if the booty caller, goes to the location of the person they called? Do they still have the upper hand, and rid themselves the title "booty call" if they're the ones putting in the extra effort to go the extra mile (or kilometer if you use the metric system) to get that bit of ass?

Also, if a female takes the role of being the booty "caller" is this contradictory, since the booty caller is, lets not front, usually a man. Does a female booty caller, qualify as a caller... or is she just a straight up slut?

Personally, I stand by the idea that whoever calls to set up the hooking up, should be defined as the booty caller... although the aspect of traveling, does weaken your position a bit. Of course this is subjective, cuz you could JUST BE that badass, that you can place a call, ask what they're doing right now, say you're in the area, show up at a dude/broads house, and get yourself off... orrrr there is the sadder alternative, where you plan your booty call weeks in advance, and try and click and ride your way to and from using public transit (sadface).

As for being a female... regardless of whoever told you whatever, being a female in the sex game is always rough. There's always gonna be those who support the fact you're getting yours, and those who put you down because you apparently have no self respect. I reside in the former. Again, it's all the way you ladies come about it... if you know you're getting yours, then bitch, get it. If you can, why not? Dont let anyone tell you otherwise. As long as you're sure of yourself... you're set.

We've all had our share of being the caller or being called. Of course there is a stigma of being called... but hey, it happens. All you really can do is get the upper hand when you can, and when you cant.. dont fret, you got called 'cuz you're a good time. Be thankful. :)

Count of FDJ to put an optimistic spin on Booty Calling.

booty booty booty booty rockin' everywhere

according to urbandictionary.com a booty call is:

1. noun: a person with whom one has sex with at random times outside of a relationship

2. verb: the act of calling said person

3. noun: the term used to refer to said phone call

but really, everyone has their own ideas as to what constitutes a booty call. in layman's terms, calling someone up for some ass. if you have someone in your life where all you have to say is "come over," darling you've got yourself a booty call. and if you beg to differ, don't kid yourself sweetheart. it's a purely physical action, with no real emotional or mental connection. and you both have to be on the same level with it; if one person thinks more of it than the other, that's a different story.

i asked several people what they thought a booty call was, and their responses were pretty much the same. "person 1 tells person 2 to come over. person 2 comes over, and they get it onnnn." so then i wondered, what if they didn't have sex? what if person 2 came over, and they just made out? or did everything but sex? is that still considered a booty call? even the urbandictionary definition claims it's only when sex occurs. i posed this question to the same people i had asked about the general definition earlier, and received mixed reviews. "booty call = mutual exchange of sexual favours" which includes pretty much everything, while other's claimed it was a completely different thing. seriously, what is the world's obsession with penetration? as raunchy as that may sound, it's ridiculously true. i was re-watching an episode of the L word today and a straight man asked 2 of the lesbians how they had sex if there was no penis involved? there was no way lesbians could have sex, even with a dildo. they responded angrily, and claimed he was an ignorant SOB. to them, sex was so much more than penetration, but obviously the straight man wouldn't know about that. sex is simply sexual activity, including sexual intercourse, but it is not purely intercourse itself. so why is that we all assume that sexual activity = intercourse? when asked what i thought a booty call was, i realized that i had absolutely no idea. even after receiving everyone else's ideas, i had yet to formulate my own opinion. if i were to claim that a booty call to me was purely intercourse, i'd be lying. each sexual act has a whole different meaning from one person to the next. for some people, foreplay is the only play. so to them, a booty call wouldn't have to involve a penis inside of a vajay. so i guess in my opinion, meeting up with someone for a purely physical connection, and engaging in any form of sexual activity constitutes a booty call.

and who does the calling? it seems like the most common form, heterosexually speaking, would be the guy calling the girl. as always, if the girl were to call the guy, "damn, that girl's a hoe" would probably be the general consensus. for some girls, they could see it as pussy power; owning your pussy. you get to decide who/what you share your business with. it's their way of fighting back at the chauvinistic pigs who claim that the men always get the final decision. if a girl's not letting you in there, unless you want to get arrested, you're not getting in there. her pussy has the final say. girls these days need to realize that they have the power, and need to not give into every man that makes them feel good. what any man can do for you, you can probably do better yourself. you know what you want, and what you need; no one else does. so who the hell is he to tell you what makes you happy?

pussy power all the way. do not submit, do not become a slave to his penis.

damn, i went off on a tangent. well it's 2:31, i should probably get some rest. conclusion? don't be a booty call; but if you need some? do it for yourself, not for him. call him when YOU want to, not when he wants you to. it sounds simple, but trust me, hormones make you do crazy things. do what's right for you; own your pussy.

Lingering

So I was at the Canadian Establishment, La Senza (Bought out by Vicky's) today, to do some upgrading to my panty and bra game. Upon entering the store it was bright as hell, with a pink tinge of course. Doing a quick scan around, the displays were enough to drive me crazy. Each wall packed with bras, lingerie, pj's.

I was only tryna leave the store with 5 thongs for 25 dollars, and a new bra. I'm a simple kind of broad, i dont need random ass bows, metal chains, and embellishments all up on my knickers... i'm buying a thong so you WONT see my panty lines, and WILL focus of my ass, when i wear leggings. Nor do i want some random ass fringe under my shirt, when im wearing a bra with some next frilly stuff on it... to have an ugly bulge due to a bow, that was originally put there to look cute, is counterproductive. But shit, they did sure look cute.

Essentially i was looking for something for the everyday "go to class/work/mall" bra, and not the "i wanna jump your bones" bra... but upon seeing the uggo g-ma so-free bras... i no longer wanted to go to class/work/the mall... and getting suited up to jump someones bones was looking better and better. Eventually, in the 10 or so minutes i was in the store, i habituated to the all the embellishments, keeping a rational point of view. I was going to get a nice bra... one that was cute, but still practical, useful, and comfortable.

I found a happy medium, in a nice purple lace bra... simple, classy, sexy. Tried it on, and my chest was looking riiight, and when i put a top over it, Success! No bulging! Keeping the same head with underwear... i matched that bad boy with a simple purple T-Back, also bought a black alternative. Still 3 thongs left to go, i decided... Hey, you know what.. Maybe i will buy some sexy lacey/bow-y panties, because they'll look good when... I'm not wearing leggings.

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