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Showing posts with label arse. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Ponderation...


So, I went to a RPM class today. It’s where you join a class of people all on stationary  bikes, that have gears, and you torture yourself by changing gears to make the ride harder, faster, more painful as you pedal like mad, stand and pedal, sit and pedal and sweat profusely as loud, fast paced music pounds away in a room that is darkened but for those black lights that make your white socks glow and the instructor yells at you to go harder and faster and daring you to give up. As if. Anyway, as I was doing the pedal, stand, sit, sweat, looking at my glowing white socks, it occurred to me that my arse was on fire with pain. Why? Those bike seats are small. Fat arse + small seat = youch and bloody hell.  

This made me ponder the scientifics of arses. Surely a larger arse would make the ride easier?  You know more padding, less bone exposure on a teeny, weeny seat. But it doesn’t and I was thrilled at the standing up and pedalling like mad parts. Sitting? Not so thrilled. So, if a larger arse doesn’t cushion pain, what happens to people with small bums? Is it a case, as I tried to explain my theory to a good friend who always looks at me with that indulgent you’re-mad-look-but-being-a-friend-I-will-listen-to-your-latest-theory, that smaller bottoms some how mystically fit the seat better because there’s no overflow and therefore less pressure on sensitive areas of derriere and lady bits?


It’s a ponderation…bums…always with us…always causing problems.      

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Watch your arse...


I went to buy a shower head at the hardware store this arvo. Oh hard... either it's an innie or an outie fitting and I couldn't guess/speculate which one I wanted/had at home and while agonizing over innies and outies, this large woman went past me in very, very, very short shorts and a short midriff top with her bare stomach hanging out and down. Okay, so THAT was eye-catching and it begs the question who would leave home like that without looking in the mirror and the mirror imploring 'do not EVER go out like that' - but more than that it was the post-it note on her arse that had me forgetting the sex of shower heads and I had to tell her about her arse. She was drawing enough attention to it without the yellow post it. After all that, I decided hardware stores were way too hard. I'll think about it tomorrow...

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Go the tatas...


Absolutely love this comment...

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Boycott bullies...":

I never shop there looks like you stepped off a tween tv shop if you do and I am a grown a** woman with tatas, hips and a** and glad of it

Posted by Anonymous to Amarinda Jones at 9 May 2013 3:25 pm 


Yeah, I'm pretty proud of my tatas too.

Monday, 22 April 2013

I run. I think. I am....



So, I’ve been doing a fair bit of running of late in the name of fitness and reasonable insanity. I don't care for running but it’s actually quite a good time to think about stuff. I don’t need iPods or whatever people have shoved in their ears. I actually like to be aware of my surroundings and who’s doing what in the half dark around me so I can act accordingly- and I like to think. A lot. I think about where I am in my life, what I want, what I don’t want, what I can never have and need to build a bridge to get over and how do I shove the ‘what I wants’ into my life as a reality. I plan. I scheme. I pound away down the Cairns Esplanade on my 5km run – which is the same as my jog and my sprint -thinking, thinking, thinking. Money? I want. Fame? Nope. Love? Can’t have. Smaller arse? Doable. Where to go on my next trip? Anywhere. Where will the chooks have laid the eggs today? Who knows. Run 10kms? Oh get real, lovey. Coffee after this? Oh fuck yes.

I don’t believe we think enough. We’ve been dumbed down by the media and apps that everyone must have to be like everyone else. I’m not everyone. I’m unique. I run. I think. I am. I will be. 

Friday, 8 June 2012

Absence of arse...


So I was sitting at work today when I looked over at this man’s butt. God no, not someone who is normally in the office. I don’t even consider them men.  They’re just there. Annoying me with dumb questions. Drat them. This was a visitor. He and his non-existent arse had just walked into the office. It was flat as a pancake and I thought to myself how can you possibly sit on an bum like that? Does a lack of arse mean your pelvis bones are jarred every time you sit down? What are you sitting on? Thighs alone? Your tail bone? Do you sort have to slouch? How do you balance? How do your undies not fall down?  While it would be a good thing not to worry if your bum was too big I’m more concerned about the comfort level. And no, it wasn’t because I was bored shitless and waiting for the day to end…okay, maybe it was but it does make you wonder don’t it?  What does a woman hold on to when things are going horizontally well? When someone wants to give you an arse kicking do you laugh in their face because you don’t have one to kick or do you get worried as there’s nothing but bones to kick? Is more flesh better in this case?  Should we celebrate the whole absence of arse thing? Are non-bum people discriminated against?  I tell you, work is exhausting sometimes… 

Monday, 23 April 2012

Thought for today...


So, I was at the Docs waiting to get a flu shot and test results and I was skimming through a magazine as you do.  I came across this article about how easy it now was to have fat sucked out of your arse and put into your face to plump it up and get rid of wrinkles. I don’t know that I would put butt fat in my face because I cover my arse for a reason. I don’t want to look at my arse and frankly, it’s not often I have to contemplate it so having it literally in my face would be extremely confronting. And have parts of your arse on your face? Does that make you a butt head?  I believe that’s a no to being arsed-face.

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Bums are bad...

The offending bottom by Isobel Goddard can be bought here - http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AmarindaJones

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Cover up that arse…

“….consider visible women's nipples, areolas and male or female uncovered butts as nudity. A minimum requirement for butt-shots is a thong."

Yeah…sure…a thong covers a lot don’t it? Unless they mean an Aussie thong….

What a funny old world epublishing is.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Weird thing….

…I was asked what I was worth. My answer? A lot. A bloody lot. The answer back? Nope, we think you’re only worth X amount. My response? Bugger off – you may try to make me believe otherwise but I ain’t playing your game. As my very Scottish Grandfather Bill used to say “take your plum pudding and shove it up your arse”…except when we were kids it was ‘shove it up your jumper’…no, I’m not sure what plum pudding has to do with anything but I like to say that to people to confuse them…hoping you are the same….

Sunday, 2 January 2011

Inconvenient nipples...

What body parts can be shown on a book cover? I love these two book covers sent to me from Secret Cravings Publishing but there have been concerns on showing nipples and an arse.

I do wonder why in this day and age it is acceptable for a male arse to be shown in full on a book cover yet a woman’s carefully covered. And nipples? We all have them yet showing the female version comes under scrutiny. Should sexuality be homogenized for erotica? I believe not. If you are buying erotica you know body parts on, in and grinding against and within are going to be the focus of the story so being offended by the hint of nipples seems odd to me.

























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Friday, 30 July 2010

Arse and elbows...



I was in my office today bored as all get out praying the day would be called off due to lack of interest. I did ask the receptionist to announce that over the PA but she indicated it probably wasn't a good idea. Bummer. Now, while I had a shiteload of work to do my motivation muscles weren’t working. They had frozen up and refused to propel me into action.

Where are you motivation muscles located you ask? Well, they move round a lot depending on what you have to do, if the moon is full and if Tim Tams are on sale. It's all highly scientific. For example - an office worker - their motivation muscles are located in the arse and elbows. Arse muscles - have to be made of steel to sit for long dreary hours. Elbows - need to be strong so when you lean forward on the desk, due to sheer and utter boredom, your face doesn't smack into the keyboard. Good, dedicated office workers are all arse and elbows. I'm not one of those. My arse wasn’t motivated today because I kept getting up and wandering aimlessly and I have ‘qwerty’ imprinted on my forehead due to dodgy elbows. Lordy it's hard when your arse and elbows aren’t up to the challenge.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book