#NerdsUnite: Literally! (Top 3 favorite sexual moments)

<editorsnote> This pretty much goes without saying but Mom, Dad, love you both dearly (happy birthday again Mom) - but leave. Like now. Like now now. K ... bye! </editorsnote>

It's funny, now that I've given up casual sex for a few months - pretty much all I can think about now is sex.

<tangent> Dudes, nerds are the fucking HORNIEST people on the planet; nerds are self aware. That can have a downside with making us more prone to anxiety, depression and god only knows what else ... and an upside to the fact that we're really good at figuring out how to make things we're experiencing feel EVEN BETTER!!! Get it? Get it? huh? huh? I'm talking about our private parts!! </tangent>

Rather than relish in any new rendezvouses my old ones keep playing like a broken record in my head.

Nerds, I present to you ... my top 3 favorite sexual moments. (In no particular order)

1. First time I had an orgasm from penetration.

This was hands down a top life moment in general. Lemme break a few things down for you ... a chick having an orgasm in front of a dude for the first time is pretty much the most emotional thing ever. And for reals, man - I am WAY more like a dude than a chick, but breaking down that barrier emotionally was huge huge huge for me. HUGE! Masturbation for girls growing up is weird. We don't talk about it with our girlfriends, it's this super secret thing that we do without anyone knowing and women in general can be so neurotic with just about everything that there is no real frame of reference in which we can measure. (You can read more about that here.) Being that emotional in front of someone, when you're not even sure "if it's right" is just a weird thing to experience. No bones about it! (no pun intended) Sex to me at that point was literally changed forever. It flips a switch in your brain, and then I got really really really really reeeeaaaaallllllyyyy into sex. REALLY into it.

Advice for females hoping to get off for the first time from penetration:

1. Be in love. Had I not been in love there is no way I would have been able to have that orgasm. I felt safe, I loved the dude - it made breaking through the barrier easier.

2. Be on top. Sounds like common sense, but it makes a HUGGGEEEE difference when you're on top and can control the rhythm. Try on a couch too, there's something anatomically compatible about the firmness of the cushions and the way you can really get in there!

3. Do it the week before your period. I know dudes, ommmmgggggggg she said the "p" word - but get over it. Females are more charged the week leading up to their period so they are hornier, and it is a LOT easier to orgasm when you're hormonally charged. Not impossible to experience at other times, but for your first one ... a whole HECK of a lot easier.

2. A date I went on in Culver City and woke up in Santa Barbara.

That entire date was literally the most bat shit thing ever. (You can read more about it here) Basically, this dude and I went ice skating in Culver City, had an amazing time then he fills up his car with gas and goes, wanna have an adventure? We then drove through the night to Santa Barbara (2 hours away) and boned by the fireplace. I know it sounds tame, oh wow - sex in front of a fire place ... but there was something about this dude. We had CRAZY CHEMISTRY, were bonding over this unbelievable experience of just meeting after being matched so high on OKCupid, and the sweat from the sex mixed with the cold air (it was in February) - my hair hitting my back getting warm from the fire. I mean literally the hottest thing ever. Wait, talking about it just turned me on. Breathe Friel, get through the post first.

This sexual encounter was also done on a couch/love seat. Apparently I have a thing for couches.

Can that be a fetish? People who like to bone on a couch ... ::TO THE GOOGLE::

3. Boning on Zzyzx Road

HAHAHAHA this was one of the greatest things ever. Zzyzx road is absurd. It's this random road on the drive from LA to Vegas, and I'm pretty sure the only reason why it's famous is because no one can pronounce it. Someone in the car will always yell out, oh look! It's ZZsomething road. YAY!!! It makes no sense, it just looks weird and no one can pronounce it leaving us all to remember it.

That being said, one trip back from Vegas, I was with a duderino I had been dating (also mentioned in the female orgasm post), and I think it was the general vibrations in the road compounded with the fact that he was also only the second person to ever give me an orgasm - when we were driving back I literally screamed you have to fuck me ... right now. We hadn't been on the road for that long, but I was pretty horny.

You can't just pull over and fuck as it's not that safe, and you'll get a ticket if you get caught - so I told him to pull over at the next exit where we could find a shady spot.

The next exit just happened to be Zzyzx, and just like that we pulled over, I threw him into the backseat and fucked his brains out in a corporate sponsored car.

Hey, Ford might have told us we couldn't drive the car upside down (that was actually in the contract I signed when I was named an agent in the Fiesta Movement), but it didn't say anything about having nook nook. MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!! Hottest. Thing. Ever.

There you go. Top three sexual memories. And now ... I uh, have some business to attend to.

#kthxbye

#NerdsUnite: Meghan's Metamorphosis

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Meghan. She came on board months ago to write for us, and then very unexpectedly had her life change. No like for reals - her first email to me was how she was in this relationship ... and how awesome it was ... like literally a week later, they broke up. She hasn't been able to write for months and is now dipping her toes back in the water. I only have one more thing left to say ... HIT IT MEGHAN!!</editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Meghan Brown

Trying to change is hard. 

This whole "Metamorphosis" idea came from a sense of deep dissatisfaction with my life as it stood. I didn't want to be the heartbreak girl, the writer who wasn't writing, the disorganized slob buried in dirty laundry who borrowed stuff and never gave it back. I wanted to be me, but better. 

And it turns out that being better? Is hard. 

Lately it feels like there are too many balls in the air. I can exercise or I can go to the store or I can work on my play. I can make a good, healthy dinner or I can send out submission packets or I can organize my closet. I've spent the last month trying to hit zero so that I can focus on moving forward... but sometimes even that seems out of reach. 

Yesterday I tackled my "Nervous List", the list of tasks that I've been avoiding because they involve some element of anxiety (...usually simply because I've gone too long without doing them). I sent some overdue emails, got my car smogged, oil changed, and washed, spent a million dollars at Target buying things that I needed weeks ago. I caught up on all of my work stuff, made a concrete writing plan, went item by item through my bank balance. Then I came home and cleaned every square inch of my house. Floors, bathrooms, fridge, you name it. I washed every last dish in the sink. Spotless. 

For the first time since everything changed, I felt really, really ready. 

Which, of course, is when fate decided to throw a curveball. 

Last night something happened that could have derailed me. Last night I had an opportunity to move backwards to something safer. Something familiar. Something that I've missed more that I knew I was capable of missing anything. Something that might have soothed the wounded part at the expense of the focused one.

And I didn't take it. 

I chose the new me. The me that's struggling. The me that's striving. I chose to stay committed to the person that hasn't quite formed yet. The one who's coming. I chose to have faith that I wouldn't be where I was if it wasn't the absolute right thing. I chose to trust myself.

Which was the moment that I knew. We've been changing all this time. There's been a metamorphosis after all. 

xo

-Meghan

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#NerdsUnite: I just graduated college!! But um, now what?

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Megan. She recently just graduated from SDSU and is now entering the world with a fresh pair of eyes in a stinky economy. In these series of posts she will discuss her thoughts and discoveries as she ventures out into the real world. Hit it Meg!!! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @MegCorbs

Last week in my Halloween post I talked about my 'grown-up' fear of failure.

I know this isn't a unique fear to have but one that has in the past prevented me from going out and doing all the crazy stuff that I may have wanted to do.

It all started when I was younger. I am the youngest of 4 kids. Each of my siblings had something that they did well. My oldest sister is the artist of the family, oldest brother was the charismatic one, next brother could play ANY sport with ease and then I was the one who did well in school.

I put unbelievable pressure on myself to always get good grades, even throughout college.

While I am proud of everything I have accomplished I realize now that it took me awhile to step out of my comfort zone and try anything new.

If I didn't know that I would be good at something, I didn't want to try to do it. This could be anything from playing any sport to driving a car (I didn't get my license until I absolutely had to when I was 18), to meeting new people.

I had to learn to overcome this and to tell you the truth I'm honestly not 100% sure how I did besides hating living life that way.

If I still held on to these fears today I wouldn't have stepped out of my comfort zone and written on this site and met all the new and amazing friends I have today.

Now I realize that you only fail when you do not try. Cliché, but so incredibly true. Life experiences mean everything and they shape us to be the people that we are today. If we are too scared to go out and live those experiences than we won't be able to grow.

No one ever got to any level of success without failing first. Perfection just doesn't happen and that is ok.

So I say bring it on life….I'll conquer those failures with a smile on my face or a stiff drink!

#nerdsunite

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#NerdsUnite: Confessions of a ginger (and a nerd of all trades!)

<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Layne. I forget how we first started talking ... I think it was on twitter, and then we totes became besties of Facebook, and then we started reading each other's blogs and like commenting and like and like and like ... this chick is RAD annndd she's a ginger. No, seriously. Welcome to the world of Layne and the thoughts that are inside of her head. HIT IT GIRL! </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's Layne Tanley

I am a nerd-of-all-trades. It's sort of like a jack-of-all-trades, except with more cowbell. I love all things nerd. I have Carl Sagan and Mark Twain quotes on my kitchen towels. No, seriously. I am also a redhead, which for some reason seems like a personality trait rather than a description of appearance. I blame all the teasing as a child and innuendo as a woman. I was born in Kansas, lived in Jersey from ages 4 to 11 and then moved to Houston. I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could. I have a passion for photography, music, coffee, and a slightly co-dependent relationship with two miniature Australian shepherds, as well as a serious case of the road-rage.

I suppose if you looked at my kindle home screen, you would be further illuminated in regards to my varied nerd pallet. A mix of fantasy, sic-fi, nostalgia, and a dash of camp. I can't really say where this came from, my parents are not particularly nerdy, per se. I think it stems from being a creatively driven person who also has an obsession with communication.

When I was in 4th grade, the school's holiday fund raiser came around… you remember those, yes? There was a catalogue filled with nut mixes, cranberry scented candles, and random decorations. Basically, the "seasonal" isle at any local drug store right about… well, this time of year. Remember the page with the wrapping paper samples? By the time the every one in the neighborhood's fingers had flipped through those samples, you couldn't close the thing anymore. Anyway, you would get this other flyer with the catalogue showing the various "prizes" you could get based on the amount you raised. Each page had a price range (i.e. $0 - $24, or $25 - $60, etc) and a selection of bad crap, stupid crap, and ugly crap. But to me, the 9-year-old nerd… it was an opportunity. For on a page captioned with the price range of somewhere between 23 and 42 boxes of holiday trail mix and 10 rolls of holly leaf wrapping paper was a picture of a plastic point and shoot camera with no flash.

Something in me lit up and I had. to. have. that. camera.

Seriously, guys, that thing was probably worth $15 back then, but I had a goal, and I wanted that camera. So when I showed the catalogue and accompanying flyer to my step-mom that day after school, and informed her of my goal, I remember at some point making the decision to go to work immediately on the surrounding neighborhood and then she suggested I bring it with me to the bowling alley on the night when my father played in a weekly league. So, I did. And within days I had sold enough holiday crap that I actually surpassed the prize tier my camera was in and could have upgraded. The day I turned in my orders was pretty epic. I knew that in a few short weeks I would have that camera in my hands.

I ended up getting some film as a christmas present, and was told I would have to do chores in order to pay for getting my film developed. And so began my romance with documenting the world, and the ache in my face from squinting my eye behind a viewfinder. I also stick my tongue out of one side of my mouth, fixed in effort, when I am particularly vested in the subject before my lens.

One of my other biggest obsessions is the cosmos-- my boyfriend is a rocket scientist at NASA-Johnson Space Center, here in Houston, and as such, I have enjoyed the many opportunities his access grants me. One of the best days of my life was spent walking around in the Space Vehicle Mockup Facility aka SMVF, or if you want to get super native, Building 9.

Most of the public only gets to view that room from a plexiglass hallway around the second floor perimeter, something I remember doing as a kid when I visited Space Center Houston for the first time. NASA was having an open house for the department he worked for and so we were able to go see the real thing. Those are the ACTUAL mockups that Astronauts are trained on. So complete was my joy, that when I needed to take a break in the little girls room, between gawking at the SARJ (Solar Array Rotary Joint)-- pronounced "sarge"-- and drooling over the "roomy" interior of the Orion Capsule Mock-up, while opening the door into the ladies room inside Building 9 I turned to my boyfriend and said, "Am I about to pee in a bathroom that Peggy Witson (a female astronaut) has peed in?" To which he replied, "Probably." And then I quickly grabbed my camera from him and took it INTO THE BATHROOM TO TAKE PICTURES.

Do you know who Dr. Peggy Witson is? She has logged the most EVA (space walk) hours of ANY woman in space. She also has the record for most spaceflight hours by a woman. She could probably kick your ass.

We also got access to the Apollo Control Room. If you take a tour of JSC via Space Center Houston, you only get to see this room through the glass wall of a "viewing room." Being inside the room where history went down was astounding. Here I am sitting at the very console where Gene Kranz was when the words of Jim Lovell, "Houston, I believe we've had a problem here," (those are the actual words, not the abbreviated version you hear in the movie) came down the line to the Apollo Control Room.

Another one of those "best days ever" was last October, when I travelled to Florida, to view the shuttle launch of Discovery for STS-133, which (at that time) was scheduled to launch on November 1st, 2010. I was a guest of the Shuttle Program Manager via the Rocket Scientist Boyfriend. You see, as a NASA employee, he got to put his name into a lottery to be chosen for the opportunity and I believe you're allowed up to three guests. I was one of his three. This was a HUGE deal, as there were only a few launches left, and I had always dreamed of seeing a shuttle launch in person.

You have to provide your own transportation to the area, but you get a few perks which included a VIP tour of Kennedy Space Center, and a trip up to the launch pad. As a bona fide space fanatic, this epic moment could not have been prepared for:

Dudes! I was SO close to a SPACE SHUTTLE!

While traveling back from KSC on the tour bus, we had the chance to participate in an informal Q&A with retired Astronaut Bill McArthur. I completely geeked out and was super nervous to ask him to take a picture with me, because after all the awesomeness of that tour, I wasn't sure if I could be trusted to act like a grown woman. I got over it, though, and he was really gracious and kind and excited that someone my age was excited about human space flight.

Unfortunately, the launch was scrubbed during multiple attempts due to technical issues, and finally weather forced them the launch to be pushed to February 2011, after the original launch window had passed. So, I never saw a shuttle launch in real life, but what I did get to see was amazing, profound, life changing, and I couldn't help but me optimistic about NASA. Regardless of what anyone tells you, we should NEVER stop exploring. After 50 years of human space flight, we cannot allow it to end. It's just too wonderful, too inspiring, too challenging to stop.

We haven't even begun to reach our full potential, haven't even scratched the surface of what is possible. Those days were two of the best of my life, if only for the moments when I realized the difference between dreaming and doing-- that tiny actions taken in a specific direction can lead to changing the entire world.

This is also a metaphor for where I now find myself in my own life. That now, more than any other time, I need to turn my hopes and dreams into actions. I'm not entirely sure what it is I need to do just yet, or how to do it… as Carl Sagan said, "I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way."

So, yes. I am a nerd. And proud of it!

#nerdsunite

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#NerdPr0nz: Behind the Scenes with @MeowMistiDawn

<editorsnote> Misti Dawn is the nerdiest girl working in porn. In this column she invites you inside of her world outside of the sets, and inside her heart. awwwwwwwwww </editorsnote>

#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @MeowMistiDawn

So guess what? I got signed with a partnership with Machinima! For both my Naughty Nerd Channel and my Misti Dawn channel. How about them cookies! I still don’t even know how it happened. I’m very excited for this opportunity to do something else and something I actually really like.

This weekend we went to Dragon Fly for the Halloween Red Devil Disco. It was more gay than it usually is. I mean it’s typically gay and fun, but it was nasty looks from gay guys and it smelled like butt sex. I was actually super disappointed Friday night with it. Saturday was great though, we went to the bondage ball at Bar Sinister. Goth danced the night away. I’m pretty sure only 5 people knew my costume on top of it. Ha. Really nothing exciting. Not even getting laid. I passed out asleep on the way home and that was that.

Now tonight is Nerdy Secrets at Melt Down with Jen! Perhaps tonight we’ll get into trouble! ^_^

Nerdily Yours,
Misti Dawn

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