Well Kittens, we are coming to the close of the year and we have had some great Q&A material this year. I hope I have answered all your questions; I still have a stack of them here. To send me a question e-mail me at Dear.Daisy@sbcglobal.net or send me a letter by USPS to Dear Daisy c/o BOI Magazine 3711 N. Ashland 2nd Floor Chicago, IL 60613. If you have been reading you can see that there is no topic that is taboo, I will answer all your kinky queries. So let's see what our readers want to know.
Dear Daisy,
My boyfriend always comes up with fun stuff or romantic dates for us. I am not creative but I want tocome up with one and he wants me to too. Since it's almost winter, I want a winter thing do that's original. Any suggestions?
PS The event has to end with sex.
Signed,
Not CreativeDear Not Creative,
Take him to a farm supply store, have him pick out a bit and some tack, take him home, strip him naked and ride your pretty little pony until the cows come home.
Dear Daisy,
I feel as if maybe there is something wrong with me. I have to masturbate in front of the mirror every morning then when I come in from work I beat it again. Before Igo to bed I beat off one more time. Is this normal?
Signed
Love to play with itDear Playing with it,
If you're mowing your way through red lights to get home at the end of the day to beat it, you've got a problem. If you're pushing grandma down the stairs because she's kept you from that mirror too long, you've got a problem. If you wear it down to a nub, you've got a problem. Otherwise, don't concern yourself with "normal". After all, this is the nation that impeached a president over oral sex but doesn't bat an eye when another's fraudulent case for war results in the death of thousands. If you think of it that way, jacking it three times a day seems like nothing.
Dear Daisy,
I have a problem (at least I think it's a problem) and I'm hoping you can help me. You see, I think that I might actually be a god. Mind you, I'm not THE god like in "god almighty" but definitely A god of some kind.It starts at work with the daily miracles that I must pull out of the anus of impossibility. Then it's on to smaller things like saving the planet or driving back the forces
of evil.
That's not really the problem. The problem is that this shit gets old pretty fast. I just don't think I have the will or the strength to continue. Your advice would most certainly be appreciated.
Grimace
Dear Grimace,
Sorry to sound like an acting coach, but what's your motivation here? Are you reaching gloveless into the anus of impossibility each day to put gilled tenderloin of beef in a truffled foie gras demi-glace on the dinner plates of your CEO and his golf buddies? Are you doing this for your own good? For the good of others? Why should you even care about the anus of impossibility, or the sphincter of uncertainty, even?What is it that you speak of with passion and why can't your godlike qualities be applied towards that? Have you thought about a less stressful job, like a cashier at Wal-Mart?
