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2006-04-09 - 10:15 a.m. Snippets of Love and Lechery (LBFCA Posts) ... and I hope everybody realizes that this is just a means of chronicling things and for remembering some of the great times of the past. It's not about me playing with myself or anything. Not much anyway.
September 2003: Hi, I'm Jannet ("Hi Jannet!") I'm 48 years old and I'm... LECHEROUS. Oh my! What a relief to finally be able to say that after all this time. I have been shamelessly, and at times shamefully, lurking for months. I think it's been longer than that, but who keeps track of time anymore anyway? For any of you who haven't tried this... and I realize that I have arrived rather late to the party so most of you probably already have. But try watching the old AI2 tapes without taking your eyes off of his mouth... ever. I dare you! Don't even think of letting your eyes wander up to his eyes or down to anywhere else. If you can DO it, I promise you that your insides will gush and you won't even believe the mess you will have to clean up in the morning. I have been enjoying the license plate posts. I am seriously considering personalizing mine to reflect the continual Clay warblings going on within. My first idea was "Claytaurus" but then decided... not. I hope I haven't offended anyone. OMG!.. look who I'm talking to!
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Breaking the one hour posting rule out of HUMILIATION! Did you get a look at my paragraphical calamity back there??? I don't even deserve to be a Broad! I am so humbled... and spent.
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Ah. Paragraphs. HTML. V-8!.. What a concept!
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Happy "Talk Like A Pirate Day! YO BROADS! And that is about the extent of my pirate booty for the day, however, I admit that the thought of the swash (preferably unbuckled) brings a gleeful little hoist to the corners of my lips.
And a little pirate trivia... Kraken (pronounced Kraiken) = A large, monster of pirate lore. Historians believe that the Kraken (pronounced Kraiken) legend developed from the sightings of a giant squid...
And has the vessel's name been decide upon? Can't wait to proceed with all the pillaging and plundering.
As for the MAP, and the mention of Miss California? Gar! Just when things were going so swimmingly here in Broadmuda baby booty has to go and throw a wench into it...
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~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I regressed again this evening. I reclined my Clay-Z-Boy (is that too newbie sounding of me?) and took in seven full hours of uninterrupted Clayton. I know that so much is happening for him right now and he is SO on the verge of exploding onto the scene, but tonight I was just having one of those "wanting to make time stand still for a moment" moments. My heart alternately sinks and soars. I know that you ALL know exactly what I'm talking about. Loosing him to the world, ya know? As well, my teenage daughter has been problematic lately in that she's been needing to use the computer for... homework. So this evening the TV/VCR seems to be an ample substitution. You would think that after all the times I've watched this tape it would begin to lose it's magic. Not so. It just keeps getting better. He just keeps getting more and more beautiful to me. How does he do that? I don't understand. He's a narcotic!.. a stimulant!.. an elixir!.. all at the same time. I've never been addicted to anything like this before him. I won't go on about it because I know you've all been there... but there was a moment while watching it tonight, thought I've seen it a million times, which still blows me away. His mom was talking and Clay was just looking at her and I saw so much love in his eyes for her. And I saw, not only mama love but how much love he truly has in his soul. Anyway, I guess I'm not doing much right now to demonstrate my capacity for lechery so how about this... The gold disco pants were and will forever be a sight beholding! And don't I wish I could beholding them right now... preferable inside-out! Oh, and I discovered something last night. I've often wondered if I dreamt in color. Well this morning I woke up to a realization. On the upside I know now that I at least dream in purple... and on the downside... alabaster, with a smattering of downy peach... Finally, Kat and cherished Odin... Thanks so much for your patience and encouragement. One of these days I will become a Broad in the true sense of the word. But I swear, right now just being able to make one small link would seem like such an enormous footlong to me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ What is it about the voice!? I've been thinking about this so much lately. What does he DO with that instrument of his that allows it such capacity to both calm and mesmerize?... Soothe and heal?... Arouse and ignite?... I have been listening to the same thirty-some-odd songs of his for an eternity (but in reality only since May.) Still, by mid-summer I had began to wonder when I would ever tire of hearing them play on their non-stop loop which so continuously plays throughout every possible moment of my life. And the answer is... I won't. Even as new songs are added to the mix, the loop only grows longer. It's the voice... I just have to have the voice. I was trying really hard to concentrate and put it into word while driving to work yesterday. Of course, Clay plays in my car everyday. Heck, I don't think I'd even be able to drive that puppy without him spinning' around in there. But anyway, as I was driving it, this is what I came up with. First of all, we are all very aware of those multiple R's as well as the elongated double O's. Listen to "She Said Yes" again and you'll hear some really intense ones. As in "good" and "long." These glorious quirks in themselves are enough to make us at the very least... respond the "The Voice"... But these truly only nibble at the surface. I've noticed that he is also very skilled a using a certain technique. He is obviously aware that he is using it, as it is executed with utmost precision and utilized in most every song he performs to a lesser or fuller degree (but curiously, nearly non-existent in his Gospel renditions.) This "technique" is generally repeated over and over and over again throughout a song which in itself and through the sheer power of it's continuous rhythm propels us even further into a state of... attention. As an example I will use "Mack The Knife," though certainly not my favorite song, it does seem to be one of the purest and most unadulterated representations of this particular "technique." (See how sly he is?) He begins the song in a strong chest voice, but as the first phrase ends he pulls it back into his head, which is breathy and willowy and yet oh so controlled. Then the chest voice takes over again, easing back yet a second time into that ardent breathiness. He maintains this rhythmical pattern for the entire length of the song, vacillating between putting it out there and pulling it back and yet doing so with such definite purpose. The effect builds progressively and then it builds even further as he approaches the end of the song. And then with "back in town" he makes the plunge with everything he's got and then he just holds onto it... for what seems to be forever. Gawd!... I love it when he does that. I know I probably don't have the gift of prose that many of you do, but hopefully my little analogy made some sort of sense. But bottom line is... there is really NO WAY to adequately explain "The Voice" is there? Whether aided by sublime (subliminal?) technical prowess, uncanny breath control, magnificently honed vocal chords or just a sexy pair of ripe, round adams apples... I think it all really just comes from some super secret place... deep down inside of him.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Penance Barbie here... And no I didn't take the silly test. Do you think there's something a little wrong about checking out the cute young thang that slides into the church pew in front of you... and thinking, hmm... if his hair was just a tad more disheveled and his feet were a teensy bit... bigger? Not to mention the prayer, which included "Thank you Lord for the "moisture" we have received today." I mean come on! Who says that? It was a sign that I am SO busted! Why do I even bother to go to church???
October 2003
So much to do today. It's difficult to discipline myself to leave Clayworld and concentrate on the things I need to do. But the fall is definitely upon us in Michigan and I need to get on top of my yard. See, everything comes back to Clay in one way or another. It's a huge yard too. Stoppit! But seriously, as I was looking out at it this morning contemplating where to begin I realized that I am experiencing the passage of time in a whole different light this year. I look out there and remember the mulititudinous times I've mowed my lawn (as opposed to trimming my trianglel) since spring and I can picture myself day after day under the warm sun with Clay's sweet voice resonating through my earphones (which was the only way I came to be able to even face the wretched RL task)... and I see him out there. He was in every blade of grass I cut. And now, I suspect he will be in every fallen leaf. Crazy stuff. Also, I've been making several travel plans for the next few months and I find it odd (yet typical) that as I look at airline schedules and see the names of different cities, visions of jersey's pop into my head and I find myself thinking things like... Ooooh, maybe I can make a connection in... St. Paul! Clay has certainly helped me to learn my geography. Yesterday I passed by someone who was reading a magazine and something caught my attention. I stopped, backed up and said, "Excuse me, but is that something about American Idol?" It was a Ford ad! She looked at me strangely and I told her to have a nice day. Is it just me, or are not their logo's one and the same??? Talk about subliminal messages... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Thank God for all the people at work today who made a point of stopping by my office to tell me that Clay Aiken was going to be on Prime Time tonight. I'm especially glad that they remembered to include his last name... I thanked them all and ask them to NEVER STOP informing me of "breaking news." I hope at least a few of them at least catch a glimpse of him tonight. I feel so bad for people who don't "get" him. They just have no idea how easy he is to get... or what they're missing. What do you think it is that causes a person to feel as if they've always known him and that seeing him for the "first" time was really only seeing him "again" after a long absence? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I am still sitting here not knowing quite what to do with myself. After watching it again, I have no clearer answers, but I do know that I wanna wake up tomorrow and be a better person... in whatever way I can. I can start with baby steps. Clayton Holmes Aiken... I am still not sure where you really come from or how you got here, but I am convinced that your soul has been around for a very, very long time... just watching and waiting for the perfect time to step down and dance your jig. And if not perfect... you are still absolute and unadulterated SPLENDOUR.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I'm overwhelmed by the goings on today! I have been trying so hard to find the words to explain all that's happening inside of me and around me. And then I come here and discover all of my jumbled feelings displayed so eloquently. Emotional Roller Coaster... Yes! How has he managed to take us all on such a ride? There has been talk of prophets... of otherworldliness... and I have been on this all day myself, because I cannot figure it out! But as much as I refuse to put him in such a place, a place where we know he doesn't want to be put and has expressed that countless times, I do believe that there is still something of a divine nature happening here. And the thing is, we just may never figure it out! I want so badly to be a MOAM virgin! Gawd, I had so much more self-control at 18 than I do now! I have been practicing the concept of delayed gratification for so long. I do so enjoy wallowing in the anticipation of things to come... but tonight... demmit! I'm done! I'm coked! I'm toasted! I wanna be SPENT! I have three sites in front of me and I'm looking at song titles and turning into a messy pile of goo at the thought of how very easy it would be to just DO IT! OK, I have to fess up because I "gave in" for just a brief second there and thought that I'd just have myself one little sampling, but there are bandwidth issues on all three sites! See, what I mean about divine intervention?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ On Caving: I did it. I didn't want to. It began quite innocently last night... and I'd like to send a thank you to the party broads who took part in my deflowering. This morning I am still basking in his "Touch." I succumbed completely and willingly and had my way with every one of the new songs. And then I had my way with them again. On Double-Jointedness: being a ballerina for most of my life I have never had a problem wrapping my knees behind my head, but I don't think I've ever purposely put my foot in my mouth, so here goes. I love this album. I love these songs! He can sing the hell out of anything. He sings with such passion, whith such a combined force and gentleness that comes from somewhere beyond. I hope the world ends up LOVING it and that it goes mega platinum... BUT... I want the world to be able to have the opportunity to hear PURE Clay, as we have. OMG.. I have to say it right here and now. I can't hear his "voice." You know the one. The voice that has been singing me to sleep every night for the past six months. It's in there somewhere under the rubble of popstar in the making. Clay, I hope you didn't read that. As if! But ya know what I mean? Please let this album provide a springboard which will allow you to eventually soar and then bask in your full, undiluted glory. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh my, I just had a thought. If Clay says he doesn't sing about sex and then sings a song like THAT... well, can you imagine what it would be like to... um, nevermind. I am still such a useless mess of nothingness after last night. I couldn't even make it to the party. I just keep watching it over and over. The eyes have never been more beautiful... nor the lips. I don't think I will ever be able to have a normal life again. I am ruined. I love him so much that my fingertips hurt. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ First of all, thank you all SO MUCH for all the Happy Birthday wishes! With all that was going on yesterday, your taking the time to include me in your posts meant more than you will every know. What a wonderful birthday it was too. It almost made me forget how old I am. (I think somewhere in between Karen Eh and Nelle...) I have been making notes to myself all day while reading your posts and I think that to share my thoughts at this point would only be repeating what you have already expressed. I am overwhelmed. I feel so BLESSED to be a part of Clay's journey and to be a part of you. I thought for a moment how I might have missed all this if I hadn't initially been in the right place at the right time last January. Then I realized that there is "no escaping" if you have whatever that "thing" is inside you that draws you to Clay. It happened to me, it happened to us and it WILL happen to anyone out there who is willing to just be quiet and "listen." I am more in love with him today than I ever thought I could be. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I woke up this morning with a mile long RL "To Do" list, but cha know... this man has totally annihilated any semblance of functionality that existed in me. The good thing is... I've realized how very unimportant some of those day to days are... Tasks that have always seemed so necessary and yet have contributed little to zero joy. I've found that life does go on without them. Sure, I've racked up a late charge or two on my credit cards... but, hey all in the name of love. Still, I persevered today and was able to get most of my yard raked and mowed. My little piece of the pie all prepped up for winter! And it's a lot of work... with just me and my little rake on such a HUGE piece of property! But Clay helped by singing sweetly in my ears the whole time... and never has the chore been more pleasurable. Just me and Clay... among the leaves. Which reminds me of what I wanted to say!!! If any of you are not in the habit of listening to Clay with headphones... Do it now! And do it often!!! I use to all the time, but then just got into listening to him in the car or on the computer. Well, it does make a difference! Having Clayton right in your ears is like... it's like... nekkid Clay. I guess one could compare it to the taste of a juicy footlong without the condiments... Or sumpin' like that. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Mary, what you said about listening to Clay's music. Sometimes I take it for granted too. It's like... hearing his voice is the NORM. It's become the air that I breath. The other day at work he was on the radio and it took someone else calling it to my attention before I realized it. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Just finished watching Finals Night... again. Gawd, doesn't watching the old stuff ever get old? What's with that? And how strange to see him finish singing "TITN" and then stand to face the judges... and be critiqued! It just doesn't compute somehow. And do you think TPTB had anything to do with the lighting on HTAE? And what unbelievalbe electricity was in the house when he finished BOTW! How in the name of Gonzo did he not win??? And why in the heck did we all think it would MATTER so much if he didn't??? How very interesting to look at all this in retrospect.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hot and feverish meltdown seems to be my general condition this morning. Oh my gaaaaawsh!!! I have SO much to do today but here I sit... back and forth between HItS and Main Page.... HITS and Main Page... HITS and Main Page... Are we all so masochistic that we have to keep doing this to ourselves over and over and over again? Going... Going... Gone. MnM... that picture! The expression in those eyes, that... self assured... smirk. He soooo knows how much we crave him and that we soooo know we can't have it. (Sorry, I'm in a deprived mood right now... or maybe that should be depraved.) Those cheekbones, that jaw line, that NeCK!... Those arms... OMG... those arms... and those fingers all laced together like that shielding his manhood from us. And then LIPS! OHHHH... you just can't put EW wild animal face Clay on the same page with RCA reclined agains the wall looking like he's wanting some Clay and add to that lipbites, tongues, a slo-mo kisss.. and top it off with all that talk of sucking! All I can say is that ya'll are even crueler than he is. I had so many other things I wanted to say... but hey... out the window. From jannet - displaying unacceptabe workplace behavior. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Merry, of course I was working! And I do find intense gratification in earning a day's pay for an honest hour's work... And I loved your thought, in regards to His Gorgeous Adorability aka... the eager, yet willfully tempered HIVE of sweeeeet... golden... homespun honey and that "existing adjectives will become or have already become inadequate."
 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Judy, I had meant to respond yesterday and then got sidetracked with a bit of lechery and forgot to go back to your question about how someone is Claverted. And my answer is? Hmm, really not sure. But let me put it this way... He's never once forced his sweet self down any of our throats... I started reading the PP's as soon as I got home from work and Kath, your post was the first one I saw. I only had a couple of minutes until I had to leave for a function at my daughter's school. So I haven't read any responses and I don't intend to for the moment. Bad timing on RL's part because I really DID want to respond right there and then. This is tough. I love Clay with every ounce of my being. I think that his existence is one of the most powerful pieces of evidence to come along in a while to prove to me that there is a God. I admire and respect him beyond measure. I would never want him to be hurt or demeaned in anyway... however, and this is where the tough part comes in... We all have feelings for this man that we don't always know what to do with. This is no "little" thing. This has NeveR happened to most of us before. Nothing even remotely similar. Trust me when I say my pilot light has been out for MANY years. Then Clay. My first instinct is to want to call him God... and I may burn in Hell for that. And since I don't want to burn I try to settle for the next best thing, which is to call him Apollo... the God of Song. But I don't think he would feel comfortable being called a God of any sort. Long post alert. (Is it ok to say that?) Geez, I dunno. I was involved with a group, prior to becoming admittedly lecherous, that could have for all intents and purposes been called "Self-Righteous Churchladies for Clay Aiken"... And I LOOVE whoever originally coined that phrase back during EF-Gate. It has stuck with me ever since. Anyway, the group proved to be a little bit of Hell for me and I promptly moved on... and then found YOU. We are all dealing with this in different ways. Maybe not in the right ways, maybe not in ways that would make Clay comfortable, but frankly, I don't know in which way to deal with it anymore. Neglecting spouses, children, homes and jobs is probably not a good thing either but we're all doing that to a certain degree... in one way or another. Here's my first of two points: Clayton, wether he wants to admit it or not, is probably one of the most sensual human beings to ever walk the planet. I'm not sure how he comes by this... and I'm not completely convinced that he isn't fully aware of it. He could just sing. He would still be irresistible. He would probably still have a huge following. But instead, he uses whatever IT is in himself... which he at least "senses" to play us. I'm not even going to begin to list the occurrences which have proven this. I think Clay is FULLY aware of his sexuality and I think that his giggles and his "Ah'm NOT sexy" are a big damn ploy! And that's why we love him... BECAUSE HE KNOWS. And I don't think he's embarrassed by it.. at all. My second of two points is: As has been said in the past... this site is called "Lecherous Broads For Clay Aiken"... has been from the beginning... with the disclaimer "Not suitable for minor children." It IS what it IS. I personally enjoy the mix, and feel like the lechery comprises a smaller percentage than the love, support, camaraderie and just plain with and wisdom that abounds here. A commonly known fact is that you can't please all the people all the time. Something that might be "too much" for one might be "not enough" for another, but we take the bits and pieces that help us work through this... and carry on. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't want anything to change. I wrote this pretty quickly, without a lot of attention to detail or sentence structure... so hope it wasn't abhorrent. Hope I didn't say anything that offended anyone too much... especially Kath. And if now no-one wants to room with me in Cleveland, I'll understand. As I have been told by my children... I snore anyway. Lynnda, I've been wanting to respond to your post since this morning but even being away all day I haven't completely formed the words. You said it all, but something in me still wants to validate it. You mentioned "grieving." Strange choice of words but yes. I've never felt old in my life, until now. Yet, I haven't felt this young in ages. What is it that draws us to him? Is it really a sexual thing... or is it more a need to be as close as humanly possible to this person who reminds us of how it felt when life was still a mystery? All I know is that it hurts so good, yet sometimes satisfies so bad. And thank you Allison for reminding us that maybe the best (and most intelligent)thing we could ever say to him would be "thank you."
November 2003
Nelle, Hope you're feeling better. As far as spreading germs through cyberspace... well I suppose it IS possible. What with all the droolin' and dribblin' and passin' things back and forth that goes on around here. And it would appear that the sniffles aren't the only thing we might be sharing. I mean, ya know what they say happens to women who live or work together very... closely... And that's all I'm gonna say about THAT. Oh and Karen, I see in you a great poet!.. and hope you're enjoying the h*ll out of him. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ok, here is a Broad suffering from some serious writer's block, despite the multitudinous *Discuss* possibilities of which there have been many. Such as: The idea of "Ave Maria" escaping those plump, ripe and shell pink lips. [Cella] And then my mind wanders... ...and comes back to the hands, like too-big puppy feet that need growing into, foreshadowing the man-hands whose touch is worth yearning for, etc. [Lila] And how his visage is so overpowering that I have to at times look away. [Marge] Thank you all for your wonderful sharing, and for allowing me to borrow.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Haven't been up at this hour in ages. Took a nap earlier.. but how lovely to wake up to baby in the middle of the night. I kept trying to get back to sleep afterwards, but ended up turning him on again and again. Yes, the hoody was definitely DTTL, but it grew on me. As for the skanky Miz B's "Me Against The Music" goes... Well, hey, at least she's admitting that Clay is "The Music"... And now I think I'll go take a bubble bath. Seems like a great idea on this cold, chilly Michigan day. Planning to take Lisa M's fanfic with me. I'm figuring there'll be much less cleanup this way. But before I go, Clayton angel, I want you to know that we all saw your gentlemanly attempt tonight. It just kind of happened so naturally for you, didn't it?... in less time than it takes a heart to beat. But you also 'caught on' in the same amount of time that there are those who just don't "get it." But please know that there are many of us out here that do and we are so very proud of you!.. and of your mama too for raisin' you right. (Referring to the Britney and Clay exit on the 11/13/2003 episode of the Jimmy Kimmel show.)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Thank you all for reliving last night for me today. You have said it all! But I plunked my tape in the second I got home from work, just to relive it once again. I think I was in too much shock last night for it to really sink in. And now all I have to say is... with gorgeousness, talented-ness, sexiness, lip biting, long coatage and altogether hunki-ness aside... that man is just 100% a class act! Doesn't even have to think for a second about how he's gonna react to something because it's just all built in. He's already made a decision in regards to his beliefs and how he approaches life so that he never has to do it on the spot! I just love him sooo much it's frightening! Well, not frightening... And yes, there was a sound of rrripping in my heart when he kissed the gurrl... but only to be overamplified by a voice screaming up in my throat, "Yes! You Go Baby!!!" Got my TV Guide today! Stubble and Raleigh. Mmmmmm.
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Oh the anguish of enduring 24 hours without Clay. Something has got to change! 5 pm.. I leave work, start my engine and then... after a moment of sweet anticipation The Voice resonates... thunders... soothes... calms... and smoothes all of the wrinkles out of my day. My secret weapon against all that ails me. My concealed hypodermic. And in a matter of moments he is coursing through my veins. My co-workers have no idea about all the paraphernalia lurking beneath my 9 to 5 facade. Eclait... pronounced A Clay! But anyway it's French, it's a noun... and it means SPLENDOUR! And he is. Alright I'm reaching here to discover new words to explain and describe this gentle phenomenon. I am at a loss, and bamboozled, as may be the entire English language in regards to him. Anyone? Merriam-Webster be damned! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I'm back and caught up I guess, but just barely. I skipped lunch today and instead opted to sit at my desk and polish of a couple of tasty fanfics that I hadn't yet finished. And let's just say that I was glued to my seat for the rest of the day... and leave it at that. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Just a tad under the hour tradition I think, but I wanted to mention this before I went to sleep and forgot. I went outside tonight to bring the cats in and looked up at the most magnificently clear and cloudless sky. The stars were so freakin' bright! Anyway, my first thought was of Clayton of course, and then I spotted Orion, who is always so magnificently adorned, even to the naked eye. And as I gazed at his beautiful sword, his Nebula as it were... the first thing that came to mind was "DTTR" at 7 o'clock. What the heck is wrong with me? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Was it HERE that I read that a certain percentage of women are aroused for a large percentage of the day? Sounds sort of squicky to me, but did I dream that? I swear it must have been here. Because I don't read Cosmo... and this is the only porn site I visit. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As for the fabric of the pants, I'm not overly obsessed with it. I mean, they're freaking PANTS! He looks great in them, whatever. Leather... Satine... Chinz... Off... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I guess I should apologize a bit for my post this morning, and from work yet! There should probably be some sort of unspoken rule here. You know, kind of like no white shoes before Memorial Day... no cocktails before five... No lechery before, say, nine? But in my mind my lechery has no restraints, and sometimes I just can't help mahself... as much as I'd like to help mahself... and do indeed help mahself... sometimes. OK stop! I love you Broads so much! I especially love you for tolerating me when I get a little too... TOO. But in my defense, I WAS a ballet dancer in my former lifetime.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Don't even get me started on TFN. I liked it the first time I heard it, but it has now become almost equivalent to "The Way" with me. Can't hardly even talk about it. The way those sweet angelic tones give way to that sudden deepness. Heavenly Lord is right! Just fork me, I'm done. And I'm not sure how to exactly word this next part so I'm just gonna start writing. I was looking at Clay today, not rally understanding what it is that he does to me, but knowing that it is something very real. I don't know this man. I will probably never meet this man. And I am sure that I am basically as a little grain of sand in relation to the multitudes who will probably be touched by him in some way over the span of his lifetime. I can find no explanation for the fact that he reminds me of someone I have always known and yet have not seen for a very long time. But I don't have to explain that feeling to ANY of you, do I? Seeing his face. Hearing his voice. It just centers me somehow... makes everything make sense, and brings me home. That's all. No big surprises and still, definitely no answers. Oh, and I almost forgot about who I am and where I was because I also wanted to say that I am heels over head about Clay Aiken! Um.. I mean head over heels. heh **just feeling all kinds of upside down** ... and wishin' my name was Noel.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Holy Sunday! Another Gate? How funny that for some reason the commandment "Though shalt have no other Gods before Me" popped into my mind just earlier today. Anyway, I have to admit that I fight (and sometimes fiercely I might add) with making comparisons whatsoever between Clay and The Almighty. But I'll be honest with you, when I'm sitting in church... everything still reminds me of him. Maybe it's just because he's such an example of how I imagine God would like more of his children to be. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Last night was great. My big sis invited me over to her house and asked me to bring some Clack. Can you imagine? Anyway, we spent hours watching everything. But you know how it is when you feel you might be overloading something on someone? So I kept asking her is she wanted to do something else and she kept saying "No, I want to see it all!" So ok. And then while we were watching it my "jock" nephew sat down and commented on how he thought that Clay was a metro-sexual. I mean I'd heard of that before but still I asked him what it meant. He said that metro-sexual was a man who was just very much in touch and comfortable with his feminine self, but not necessarily gay. And the neat thing is that the tone in which nephew said this was not at all derogatory. So then, not only did it make me think about how much this made sense but ALSO about how maybe my relatives are a whole lot cooler than I thought they were... Anyway, Have a great Thanksgiving everyone! I am SO happy to be home! Other than feeling speechless and out of the loop. Give me till tomorrow, OK? I'm sure by then my lecherous juices, which have been subdued over the past few days, will be back and flowing freely very soon. And ya know what's funny? I had this fear the whole time I was in SLC that I'd come home to plumbing problems since I've experienced that in the past... but I am relieved to say that my plumbing seems to be functioning quite well since I got home. And K in RI... You have SO got the spirit gurrl! Love your posts! And yes I can attest to the fact that "Depends" works for bladder problems as well. The MPs have been such a delight these past few days. The mere mention of Clay's organ has me searching for a tuning fork... and I think Clay needs to don that red leather jacket one more time and sing us a new version of "Tease Is The Word." We had no idea how much we should have appreciated that nekkid undergarment when we first saw it. And speaking of clipples... I guess I could just keep going and going and going... but I prefer the antonym. Anyway, the Great Salt Lake really tried to dry the lechery outa me, it tried hard, but no, I'm back in the Rapids and it is Grand! Karen Eh? and Lila Sammich!.. 10 days and counting!!! Eeeeeeee!!! jannet ~ lovin' her two slices of Broad.
December 2003
I am so happy that Clayton was able to join the parade today and hope he's feeling better. But he looks so cold in those pics... even wearing his nice long coat. I wish he'd been able to enjoy more time off. That went fast didn't it? So cute to see him in glasses! I remember right after AI2 of feeling this need to see him in glasses again. I thought it might have subconsciously been a longing to go back, to start all over again. Today I'm thinking that well, despite the fact that he looks so ding-dang cute and sexy in them, that there also pretty much the only thing we'll ever be definitely guaranteed he'll take off!.. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Today I celebrate the Totality and Goodness of Clayton Holmes Aiken along with the rest of you. I don't know why, but I am almost to the point of being overwhelmed by him today. In fact you could probably say that's exactly where I am. I can't embrace the thought of being "in love" with a media figure. The concept itself is laughable. Neither can I embrace the thought of Idol Worship. I am surrounded by wonderful, loving, caring people... have been all my life. I've never felt a void in that area. Ok strike that last sentence. "Never" is a big word. But I guess I've always rolled my eyes, snickered and perhaps felt a bit sorry for folks who felt the need to stray out of *reality* in order to find themselves. I could never, ever imagine that happening to me. And yet Clay is with me, during every second of my life now... in one way or another. And that is my *reality.* So what gives? All of a sudden it's like I'm walking two feet off the ground, all the time!.. and all the "wonderful, loving, caring" people in my life are rolling their eyes, snickering and (omg! hope not) feeling sorry for me. If only they know how I feel sorry for THEM sometimes for missing out on soo much totality of goodness. But I still love them all!.. anyway. I can honestly say that I have never been so deeply touched by ANYONE on so many levels as I have been by him. And that is just plain... weird. Thank you Poet Sandi and Tramp Wendy for giving us such a beautiful page to wake up to. It definitely set the tone for my day. I stared at that pic for quite a while and it reminded me of something from my past that I couldn't quite put my fingers on. Don't try to ready any innuendo into that last sentence because there simply isn't any. Thank you Clay for wearing your glasses yesterday and giving your eyes a rest, and for sharing such a beautiful song at your friends wedding, which I'm sure you never imagined would be all over the Internet in two years. Life is funny sometimes, huh? And thank you Broads for sharing him with me. Well... you know what I mean. jannet ~ feeling kind of good that there wasn't even a lick of lechery in that post...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh my! I just got on to read the Purples and then... Clay on Billboard. I didn't just hear Kathy Griffin say what I thought she said, did I? In a way I wanna give her a big ole' high five but, omg, I'm just not sure! But good for her! Yes. No. Yes. No! Best Selling Single of the Year!!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Gotta go wash my tassles now and hang them out to dry so they'll be all perky for Cleveland on Tuesday. Sooo excited for the various passels that'll be seeing him first, but PLEASE leave some of the Clay for us. Let him know that you are happy as can be with his "three little songs" this time, because he is feeling so darn poorly. Remind him that he still has to make himself last till Ohio!.. and that his capacity will diminish greatly if he starts shooting his wad down South. And now, and please don't start rippin' those tassels off me just yet, but shoot... I've been squinting at that Waldo pic for the longest time and um, sorry to say I, don't.. get.. it. Maybe it's just because I don't have it in me. There, I said it. Anyone? jannet ~ anticipating a clogged mailbox by morning. Or perhaps I should echo Julie's comment from her email last night about how she didn't notice it either, but then she's usually stuck on his face.. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A FULL MOON in Cleveland? Now I KNOW I will have to bring my opera glasses!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ One more Cleveland Broad checking in. A bit travel weary... but surprisingly not hung-over. Let's just say that "Blue"... though not the color of my eyes, was definitely the color of my tongue last night. Children!... do not do it! Don't want to spill too much until we've all conjugated our collective BEVRs.. which will be coming.. soon. All I can say is... any of you Broads who have not had the privilege of joining in a Broadfest, gear up now! There is absolutely nothing like the feeling that comes from sharing this common bond. And I, myself, found Clayton to be only the tip of the iceberg. Ok, well maybe I'm exaggerating. But just want to thank EVERYONE. Sue, Cheyanne, Cindy, Allison, Barb, Lynnda... for the wonderful opportunity I had to get to know you better, for all that you added to my Clayvland experience and for being your awesome selves!.. we will do it again! Cindy in PA... for well, I don't even know where to start. Oh and yes you're right! I didn't MIX the drinks... I only DRANK them. Pats... for being about the most energetic and fun person I've had the privilege of meeting in ages. Kath... for coming to Cleveland with your sister Pats (as a newbie) and yet raising the bar for us with your Broadly antics! Joy and Steph... for giving such *good company* in the lobby during the Long and Winding Road to Clayton. Cella... for being everything I imagined and hoped you'd be. And Karen Eh? and Lila... for EVERYTHING ELSE that made this midweek weekend so incredible. The group hug at the Detroit airport now doesn't seem like it was long enough or hard enough. I am just so deliriously happy to have had this experience. jannet ~ who is now, I guess, known as the calm one...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I was unable to get on to post last night, what with waiting for the very last minute to organize Christmas, and ya know, it IS all that Clay Aiken's fault! However, thoughts for Clay and his Broads still encompassed the majority of my thoughts while wrapping and stuffing. I had planned to send a Holiday Greeting to you all last night but my children were feeling the lack of my presence (sort of a double entendre here) and so I felt that I needed to spend some quality time with them on this Christmas Eve. I didn't intend to have Mr. Sugar Pants dance in my head all night, but I think I may have had my first Clay dream. It's a little vague in my mind still, the way dreams usually are... but let me put it this way... For the first time in my life I didn't wake up on Christmas morning wondering what Santa had brought. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Christina: I DO believe that "Everlasting Love" may have been the first known Waldo sighting. I'm not sure, can anyone firm that up? Anyway, thanks for the prod to go revisit the infamous gold pants again! And while we're on the subject... Loretta! OMG, gurll! Shaft? Staff? Rod? Scepter?.. Pole? Heaven help me!... but you prompted me to do a little Thesaurus surfing of my own and here's what I found. Dowl.. Baton.. Mast.. Axle.. Beam.. Stave.. Wand.. Perch... ahem, now we're talkin'! And just for clarification and to avoid any confusion... I join you all in welcoming Janet P!... but I believe she only has one 'n' in her name. I'm the one who has the double 'n's... And if you move just a little bit to the right.. well, O, nevermind... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I'm late for the party again!.. Why is it that the stressful year-end crunch always happens on December 31st? Go figure... My C: drive runneth over. I wasn't expecting to feel quite this nostalgic tonight. How can I put any of it into words? **blah, blah, blah... ***edits out way too much schmoopiness*** I watch the AI2 replays, back when he blew us all away and we fell in love with him... and yet they pale in comparison to what he has become! As hard as I try to refrain from lechery at times like this, I just can't help mahself! He was making love to us. How does this *virgin boy* do it?... with such confidence and expertise? But he DOES!.. fully and completely! And by gawd I am sore just watching him. Did anyone catch that expression of his after the first wail in "The Way?" He loves the idea of it!.. he loves his fantasies just as much as we do. You can't tell me otherwise. And then he says things like "I think of the times my peers are having in their classrooms, witnessing the miracles of discovery they have each day with these special children God has loaned them for this time." What a perfect balance of sinner and saint he is. I on the other hand, am completely off balance. This has been an incredible year. A year of miracles... though I won't take up space to elaborate. But one things for sure, it's been an unexpected and delightful surprise! My warmest thoughts and best wishes go out to each and every one of you tonight as we begin this New Year together!... and the same goes for Clayton... but with a little tushy squeeze on the side. And now, I'd better go and check on the party goin' on downstairs with my two teenage daughters and their two young studs. It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.
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