Valentine's Day Question

[jlp0604]

I apologize right now for not answering all of the above questions, but I would like to say something that hasn't really been talked about yet here. It deals with your spouse handling the issue of you having CF and one particular "issue" of being a woman with CF.

When my husband and I first started having a sexual relationship, he seemed upset with me, because he thought he wasn't making me happy because I was never "ready" for him. Once I explained to him about how my natural ability to lubricate is not the same as a normal woman, he quickly understood and soon, taking care of this problem became part of our fun.

I am not saying this to disgust or offend anyone, but it is something that often partners do not understand. Just thought this should be made mention of as well.

 

[jlp0604]

I apologize right now for not answering all of the above questions, but I would like to say something that hasn't really been talked about yet here. It deals with your spouse handling the issue of you having CF and one particular "issue" of being a woman with CF.

When my husband and I first started having a sexual relationship, he seemed upset with me, because he thought he wasn't making me happy because I was never "ready" for him. Once I explained to him about how my natural ability to lubricate is not the same as a normal woman, he quickly understood and soon, taking care of this problem became part of our fun.

I am not saying this to disgust or offend anyone, but it is something that often partners do not understand. Just thought this should be made mention of as well.

 

[jlp0604]

I apologize right now for not answering all of the above questions, but I would like to say something that hasn't really been talked about yet here. It deals with your spouse handling the issue of you having CF and one particular "issue" of being a woman with CF.

When my husband and I first started having a sexual relationship, he seemed upset with me, because he thought he wasn't making me happy because I was never "ready" for him. Once I explained to him about how my natural ability to lubricate is not the same as a normal woman, he quickly understood and soon, taking care of this problem became part of our fun.

I am not saying this to disgust or offend anyone, but it is something that often partners do not understand. Just thought this should be made mention of as well.

 

[jlp0604]

I apologize right now for not answering all of the above questions, but I would like to say something that hasn't really been talked about yet here. It deals with your spouse handling the issue of you having CF and one particular "issue" of being a woman with CF.

When my husband and I first started having a sexual relationship, he seemed upset with me, because he thought he wasn't making me happy because I was never "ready" for him. Once I explained to him about how my natural ability to lubricate is not the same as a normal woman, he quickly understood and soon, taking care of this problem became part of our fun.

I am not saying this to disgust or offend anyone, but it is something that often partners do not understand. Just thought this should be made mention of as well.

 

[jlp0604]

I apologize right now for not answering all of the above questions, but I would like to say something that hasn't really been talked about yet here. It deals with your spouse handling the issue of you having CF and one particular "issue" of being a woman with CF.
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<br />When my husband and I first started having a sexual relationship, he seemed upset with me, because he thought he wasn't making me happy because I was never "ready" for him. Once I explained to him about how my natural ability to lubricate is not the same as a normal woman, he quickly understood and soon, taking care of this problem became part of our fun.
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<br />I am not saying this to disgust or offend anyone, but it is something that often partners do not understand. Just thought this should be made mention of as well.

 

[Faust]

I used to work part time as a carnie for a road side carnival in Boogers Montana. One day on my way into work, driving my converted ice cream truck, I saw this beautiful woman hitchhiking on the side of the road. I didn't only notice her because she was beautiful and wearing a full limited edition Marquee De Sade pleather corset, but she also had 6 baby piglets following behind her. I juggled at the carnival when any of our headliners were strung out from methamphetamines, which was usually on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and always on Easter for some reason. I figured at the very least I could try juggling 6 baby live piglets, because that is something I have never done. Hey, no rides are truly free ya know?


I picked her up, and we immediately had amazing chemistry. The pigs got in the back of the ice cream truck and somehow found 4 year old melted, fungus covered truffle flavored frozen pops buried under the shag carpet in the back (under the waterbed). We made small talk at first...Mostly about her being on the lam from the law...Something about criminal mischief in the local pork brains in milk gravy canned meat factory.

Her favorite piglet Bartholomew came to the front of the ice cream truck, and I reached down to size him up for my hand. He was a perfect fit. Like a grown man with large hands, palming a nerf football. Now seeing as how her piglets were a perfect fit for my juggling scheme, I felt me might be able to have a life together. Right at that moment, our eyes met, and our lips locked.

It was amazing to find out we BOTH had severe cleft lips and palates!! My in credulousness was soon overshadowed by the fact that during our heavy kissing, both of our lips were squelching Herbie Hancock's Rock It!! We disengaged our lips, looked at each other in shock, and she informed me that was her favorite song of all time. After being over powered by synchronicity, I lifted my left pant leg, removed my berkenstock sandle, and showed her the bottom of my left foot...The Herbie Hancock self portrait tattoo Herbie carved into me after we both had way too much nyquil.

 

[Faust]

I used to work part time as a carnie for a road side carnival in Boogers Montana. One day on my way into work, driving my converted ice cream truck, I saw this beautiful woman hitchhiking on the side of the road. I didn't only notice her because she was beautiful and wearing a full limited edition Marquee De Sade pleather corset, but she also had 6 baby piglets following behind her. I juggled at the carnival when any of our headliners were strung out from methamphetamines, which was usually on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and always on Easter for some reason. I figured at the very least I could try juggling 6 baby live piglets, because that is something I have never done. Hey, no rides are truly free ya know?


I picked her up, and we immediately had amazing chemistry. The pigs got in the back of the ice cream truck and somehow found 4 year old melted, fungus covered truffle flavored frozen pops buried under the shag carpet in the back (under the waterbed). We made small talk at first...Mostly about her being on the lam from the law...Something about criminal mischief in the local pork brains in milk gravy canned meat factory.

Her favorite piglet Bartholomew came to the front of the ice cream truck, and I reached down to size him up for my hand. He was a perfect fit. Like a grown man with large hands, palming a nerf football. Now seeing as how her piglets were a perfect fit for my juggling scheme, I felt me might be able to have a life together. Right at that moment, our eyes met, and our lips locked.

It was amazing to find out we BOTH had severe cleft lips and palates!! My in credulousness was soon overshadowed by the fact that during our heavy kissing, both of our lips were squelching Herbie Hancock's Rock It!! We disengaged our lips, looked at each other in shock, and she informed me that was her favorite song of all time. After being over powered by synchronicity, I lifted my left pant leg, removed my berkenstock sandle, and showed her the bottom of my left foot...The Herbie Hancock self portrait tattoo Herbie carved into me after we both had way too much nyquil.

 

[Faust]

I used to work part time as a carnie for a road side carnival in Boogers Montana. One day on my way into work, driving my converted ice cream truck, I saw this beautiful woman hitchhiking on the side of the road. I didn't only notice her because she was beautiful and wearing a full limited edition Marquee De Sade pleather corset, but she also had 6 baby piglets following behind her. I juggled at the carnival when any of our headliners were strung out from methamphetamines, which was usually on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and always on Easter for some reason. I figured at the very least I could try juggling 6 baby live piglets, because that is something I have never done. Hey, no rides are truly free ya know?


I picked her up, and we immediately had amazing chemistry. The pigs got in the back of the ice cream truck and somehow found 4 year old melted, fungus covered truffle flavored frozen pops buried under the shag carpet in the back (under the waterbed). We made small talk at first...Mostly about her being on the lam from the law...Something about criminal mischief in the local pork brains in milk gravy canned meat factory.

Her favorite piglet Bartholomew came to the front of the ice cream truck, and I reached down to size him up for my hand. He was a perfect fit. Like a grown man with large hands, palming a nerf football. Now seeing as how her piglets were a perfect fit for my juggling scheme, I felt me might be able to have a life together. Right at that moment, our eyes met, and our lips locked.

It was amazing to find out we BOTH had severe cleft lips and palates!! My in credulousness was soon overshadowed by the fact that during our heavy kissing, both of our lips were squelching Herbie Hancock's Rock It!! We disengaged our lips, looked at each other in shock, and she informed me that was her favorite song of all time. After being over powered by synchronicity, I lifted my left pant leg, removed my berkenstock sandle, and showed her the bottom of my left foot...The Herbie Hancock self portrait tattoo Herbie carved into me after we both had way too much nyquil.

 

[Faust]

I used to work part time as a carnie for a road side carnival in Boogers Montana. One day on my way into work, driving my converted ice cream truck, I saw this beautiful woman hitchhiking on the side of the road. I didn't only notice her because she was beautiful and wearing a full limited edition Marquee De Sade pleather corset, but she also had 6 baby piglets following behind her. I juggled at the carnival when any of our headliners were strung out from methamphetamines, which was usually on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and always on Easter for some reason. I figured at the very least I could try juggling 6 baby live piglets, because that is something I have never done. Hey, no rides are truly free ya know?


I picked her up, and we immediately had amazing chemistry. The pigs got in the back of the ice cream truck and somehow found 4 year old melted, fungus covered truffle flavored frozen pops buried under the shag carpet in the back (under the waterbed). We made small talk at first...Mostly about her being on the lam from the law...Something about criminal mischief in the local pork brains in milk gravy canned meat factory.

Her favorite piglet Bartholomew came to the front of the ice cream truck, and I reached down to size him up for my hand. He was a perfect fit. Like a grown man with large hands, palming a nerf football. Now seeing as how her piglets were a perfect fit for my juggling scheme, I felt me might be able to have a life together. Right at that moment, our eyes met, and our lips locked.

It was amazing to find out we BOTH had severe cleft lips and palates!! My in credulousness was soon overshadowed by the fact that during our heavy kissing, both of our lips were squelching Herbie Hancock's Rock It!! We disengaged our lips, looked at each other in shock, and she informed me that was her favorite song of all time. After being over powered by synchronicity, I lifted my left pant leg, removed my berkenstock sandle, and showed her the bottom of my left foot...The Herbie Hancock self portrait tattoo Herbie carved into me after we both had way too much nyquil.

 

[Faust]

I used to work part time as a carnie for a road side carnival in Boogers Montana. One day on my way into work, driving my converted ice cream truck, I saw this beautiful woman hitchhiking on the side of the road. I didn't only notice her because she was beautiful and wearing a full limited edition Marquee De Sade pleather corset, but she also had 6 baby piglets following behind her. I juggled at the carnival when any of our headliners were strung out from methamphetamines, which was usually on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and always on Easter for some reason. I figured at the very least I could try juggling 6 baby live piglets, because that is something I have never done. Hey, no rides are truly free ya know?
<br />
<br />
<br />I picked her up, and we immediately had amazing chemistry. The pigs got in the back of the ice cream truck and somehow found 4 year old melted, fungus covered truffle flavored frozen pops buried under the shag carpet in the back (under the waterbed). We made small talk at first...Mostly about her being on the lam from the law...Something about criminal mischief in the local pork brains in milk gravy canned meat factory.
<br />
<br />Her favorite piglet Bartholomew came to the front of the ice cream truck, and I reached down to size him up for my hand. He was a perfect fit. Like a grown man with large hands, palming a nerf football. Now seeing as how her piglets were a perfect fit for my juggling scheme, I felt me might be able to have a life together. Right at that moment, our eyes met, and our lips locked.
<br />
<br />It was amazing to find out we BOTH had severe cleft lips and palates!! My in credulousness was soon overshadowed by the fact that during our heavy kissing, both of our lips were squelching Herbie Hancock's Rock It!! We disengaged our lips, looked at each other in shock, and she informed me that was her favorite song of all time. After being over powered by synchronicity, I lifted my left pant leg, removed my berkenstock sandle, and showed her the bottom of my left foot...The Herbie Hancock self portrait tattoo Herbie carved into me after we both had way too much nyquil.