I had one of those "open my mouth just to change feet" occasions recently...at my cousin's wedding.
I seriously cannot help myself. It is probably one of the reasons why I lose friends and alienate people, I know I know... it sounds like a movie. I think they wrote that one for me specifically.
Last week my beautiful young cousin got married, and I promised myself that nothing was going to stop me celebrating this awesome occasion with her and the very small family that I do have here in New Zealand. (The rest of my family are in the motherland of South Africa, yes I am a little boertjie at heart. I still have my accent, and I can still roll my rrrrrrsssss.)
As I was getting dressed to go out, I mentioned to my boyfriend, that we should probably watch what we said seeing as it was a "formal occasion", and I have a certain knack of shocking people with my liberated tongue.
He laughed and said it wouldn't be him that would be the one saying anything dumb....he knows me so well.
You see, I have a habit of opening my huge trap, which sometimes I think it's only function is to change feet.
I am a confident "sex talker" and it doesn't matter whether I am in a church or a banking queue I don't discriminate, this to my detriment. People either laugh, are offended or the one's that know me, enjoy watching the blush creep up my listener's cheeks.
I guess it is the work that I do or just the fact that I was born this way, as in, it is in my D.N.A.
People that are close to me have said that I should have been born a boy, because I can swear like a trooper and have no problems getting into conversations about boobies , butts and penises...
This kind of conversation comes so naturally that I forget that others are not on the same level. I blame my father who has passed on now, he had no issues talking genitalia and sex in front of me as a kid, and I picked it up like osmosis. I still remember the first drawing he ever made me, was of a naked woman with her arms behind her head, showing off her boobs...dear old dad. Anyway I digress, where was I, oh yes..
Most people cannot openly discuss how they are feeling, let alone when they had the last best shag of their life...
So guess what happens when I meet a nice young Afrikaans man from Bloemfontein of all places? Yeah only one of the most conservative towns in the Orange Free State, South Africa...yep the place where everything is done in the dark, with the lights out....except when you are farming sheep or going to Church...
Pauline aka MsVanillaberry
Outspoken, Conscious Sensual Massage therapist and Tantrika that has one hell of a dirty mind and a naughty sense of humour. Loves creating all sorts of pleasurable encounters for her clients and herself...living with the philosophy that life is too short to not just grab it and enjoy it in bliss.