Sunday, January 9, 2011

Vidi, vici, veni.

I've always found the notion of sexual "conquest" kind of hilarious. You let someone see you naked, touch your most sensitive and private places, share in something as personal and vulnerable as your sexuality, and you've conquered them?

Oh yeah, I hit that, giggity giggity, that little hottie now knows that sometimes I cry a little when I come. Booya.


  1. Veni, vidi, veni.

    I came, I saw, I came again.

  2. ITA. I've nicknamed it "belt-notching" (as in, just another notch in the belt). At the same time, I think the concept of sexual conquest can more truthfully be applied to the fact that there are a million-and-one barriers to intimacy and pleasure (fear, insecurity, etc). The only real "conquering" is over these internal inhibitions, not the other person.

    Sounds New-Agey as hell, don't it? Either way, another great observation, Holly :)


  3. That is really great: you've made a comment of something I've been thinking since I was a late teenager. A thousand thanks! (plus what Coroner Countess said above: the 'conquest' thing is all about breaking through the barriers, not about the final prize; that's I think how the metaphor works for those who make it).

  4. This shirt might be apropos to your topic... just sayin'....