Chatterfoxes dig you reading this.
Chatterfoxes dig Top 5 Lists, but not at the turn of year/decade.
Chatterfoxes dig making plans to go to Berlin/Brooklyn/Brazil/Bolivia.
Chatterfoxes dig having ‘the craic’.
Chatterfoxes dig music, men, making generalisations, mixing metaphors, & musing over all the above!

Make your mark this year. We probably won’t, but we’ll have fun (not) doing it!

Have the craic, go on, you know you want to.

Please help.

I kissed a girl… and I liked it, yeah…. Damn, that Katy Perry had it right all along. I think i’m having some sort of mid-twenties crises… sexual identity questions abound. What should I do??? Anything? I need your help.

Yours in confusion,

The Modest One.

my previous sexuality?

I’m here for you, girl… never fear, foxy’s here!

Now THAT’S what I like to hear. Kissing other girls rocks! Haven’t done it myself in many years but I’m totally pro-bisexual experimentation…

For girls anyway, not sure about boy on boy action. We’ll come back to that another time.

Oh, Modest One. I can’t believe it took you so long. Actually, I take that back, you are more modest than I, but I seem to remember a number of occasions when we had occasion to kiss!! However, you were totally and irredeemably drunk.

So maybe this is something that you need to do a bit more research into. That wasn’t an invitation, by the way. You’re my girl, but not in a JayZ/Beyonce kinda way.

Back in my day, girls kissing girls was all the rage. In fact, I had my first number of sexual experiences with girls way before I ever really got it on with guys. And it was great. Girl on girl, threesomes, foursomes. Man, I hope my mother never reads this! Back to the problem at hand. I say, there is no problem.

It’s all for the craic! Go for it. You’ll look back on it when you’re old and grey and think ‘Yeah, I fucking lived’.

p.s. Hope she was hot, but knowing you and your top taste, she was a fox!!

Yours back at ya,
The ultimate fox – FoxyLady

I do hope we’re not confusing you! I am so glad that FoxyLady is finally blogging, I just had to come on and post something as well.

The loss to her love life is this blog’s gain, I can tell you. For those of you who don’t know… hmmm, that’s actually all of you. I should really explain a few things…

FoxyLady is a woman I like to think of as my best friend. She is exactly that. She is foxy and she is a lady. I am like her in lots of ways but so so different in many others. I wanted her to start this blog so that she could put some of her pearls of wisdom down on paper, so to speak. She was interested ’cause she was thinking of the fun factor, obviously I’m into fun too so it’s a win win!

I thought when she got home with her broken foot that she would have nothing to do really and that it was a perfect time to start blogging… how wrong was I?!

As you have read so far, she was seriously on fire when it came to attracting men and having fun. Now, this is a female who has no problem in that arena anyway, and I should really have known better than to think a disabled status would change that.

However, things really mushroomed with the disability she was carrying. She was almost beating men off with her crutches!!

We came to the conclusion that men loved the fragility of a girl in need. It was clear that she needed help getting round most of the time. There were men constantly trying to pick her up, literally and figuratively! I saw it with my own eyes.

FoxyLady and I often differ on how men’s motivations should be interpreted AND received, but I think we both agreed on one thing. They, men, would not have been half as interested if she had had a broken arm rather than foot… Weird, right?

There’s something about a woman not being able to get around that must be attractive to them. What I’d really like to say is that they must feel they’d have power over a woman who couldn’t get away. There! I said it. Could be all down to subordination and control…

control control control… that is a theme Foxy and I often discuss, and differ over. She usually wins me over but not before i have purged some ingrained feelings! I’m looking forward to discussing that and other more fun things here!! Hope you can join in!

After six weeks of being on fire on the scoring scene, things seem to have dried up. And quite a bit. I’m fully mobile for three and a half weeks and the most damage I’ve done is a chaste kiss in the front my car of an afternoon.

It’s a terrible shock to my system, let me tell you.

In the 6 weeks that I was laid up (ahem!), I managed to hook up with AS many guys. I had serious nookie with two of them and that was some feat considering I hadn’t even been to the hospital to find out my foot was actually broken, for one of those!

I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever had so many offers than in the time I was getting around on crutches. Men up to my perfectly groomed eyebrows. What’s going on here?

I’ll tell you. Men love a woman who’s incapacitated. Why do you think that is?

FoxyLady and The Modest One