Lush Life -- Billy Strayhorn
Gotta Get You Into My Life -- Lennon & McCartney/The Beatles
Corcovado -- Antonio Carlos "Tom" Jobim
Zoot Suit Riot -- Cherry Poppin' Daddies
XOXOXO -- the Black Eyed Peas
Valley Girl -- Frank Zappa
Only So Much Oil In the Ground -- Tower of Power
Michelle -- Paul McCartney and the Beatles
Johnson Rag, Charles Johnson (Played by the Glenn Miller Orchestra among others)
House in the Country -- Al Kooper for Blood Sweat & Tears
Colour My World -- Chicago
Blindfold, si. Pretty amazing, it is.
Stranger? Nope. The fantasy is interesting, but if the reality is something genital herpes or something (and it could be) I'm not interested.
Ah! Perfido -- Ludwig van B.
Ziggy Stardust -- David Bowie
Yellow Submarine -- Ringo Starr and the Beatles
Xanadu -- Olivia Neutron Bomb
There are the classics, of course:
Lennon & McCartney -- Sexy Sadie, Happiness is a Warm Gun, Why Don't We Do It In the Road?, all from The Beatles (a/k/a The White Album).
Jimmy Buffett -- Why Don't We Get Drunk (and Screw)?
Gordon Lightfoot -- Sundown
Meatloaf -- Paradise (By the Dashboard Light)
Almost anything by Luther Vandross.
Sexy Sadie isn't so much about sex as about its (adverse) consequences. Meatloaf's tune is a flat-out staple, although again everything goes sour at the end (I'm prayin' for the end of time / To hurry up and arrive / 'Cause if I have to spend another minute with you / I don't think that I can really survive, etc.)
Let me put this briefly, in small words that are easy to understand.
If my S.O. were to fuck my sister, he'd find all his shit on the lawn and the locks changed. If he were my husband there would be a process server waiting with a divorce complaint, too.
I'd deal with my sister differently, but she wouldn't get a walk either.
I don't think I'm terribly out of the norm on this one, so my advice is to keep it zipped. Write about it if you have to do something. Read The Art of Courtly Love if you have to.
I went down this path with my mother and my grandfather. I was with Mom up to the end.
I learned from those experiences that the question is somewhat specious: it would be a rare disease that kills us with a day's notice. And with those diseases (basically killing heart attacks that don't complete the job in the field) medical treatment pretty much precludes that sort thing. The soon-to-be deceased is surrounded by medical personnel trying to stave off Death for a little while longer.
Cancer and COPD are more slow-motion than this, and there is time to think about the end. My mother spent a lot of her time mending fences with family. My grandfather spent a lot of his time saying goodbyes. At the very end of these processes, I could see a steady deterioration in their attachment to the world. It appeared that their attention was turning increasingly inward. They left us more in stages than as a light switch.
All that said, if I knew I had months to live I'd assess my abilities (with my physician) and figure out which things on my bucket list were possible. Then I'd get together with my family and dearest friends and figure out which of the things on the "doable bucket list" are feasible and who wants to do them with me. At the very end, I'd like to handle it as my grandfather did: saying goodbye to those dearest to me, and giving them whatever I could that they needed of me.
I'd rather that our intimacies remain private. On the other hand, there are few subjects as fascinating as sex... so I don't care about him talking about sex. I do care about him talking about sex with me when I'm not present.
Reuben
4 oz thinly sliced lean pastrami
sauerkraut
2 thick-ish slices of the best available swiss cheese
2 slices dark rye bread
red chile buttermilk [ranch] dressing)
Assemble and grill in a panini press. If you spray the outer surface of the bread with a thin coating of oil the bread will brown better.
The red chile buttermilk is my personal twist on the Russian dressing (Thousand Island is a poor substitute for Russian).
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A Rachel
4 oz of smoked turkey breast
Cabbage cole slaw
Swiss cheese (Emmenthaler preferred)
Buttermilk (Ranch) dressing.
Light rye bread.
Prepare as for Reuben
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Dirty Bird
Grilled chicken breast
Avocado slices
Tomato slices
1 roasted, peeled and seeded green chile
Sharp cheddar cheese
2 slices San Francisco sourdough bread
Toast the bread.
While the bread nuke the chicken and cheese (just to the point the cheese is melting).
Assemble sandwich with desired condiments (mustard, mayo, etc.)
assemble sandwich with desired condiments.
I'm going to toss in another thought here. Dan Savage says that in relationships where one partner has much more experience than the other, the experienced partner should practice what calls "campground rules." When someone's camping, she should: (1) Not do any deliberate damage; (2) Pick up after herself; and, (3) Leave the campsite in better shape than she found it.
It depends. It always depends.
If it's a quickie, like a nooner or something, then yeah. Let's get cleaned up.
If it's anything from Stage I to Stage n-1 in an extended session, then no. Why bother? But for me, a shower can be foreplay in the middle of an extended session. It all depends.