Sex. New Clothes. Rock n roll.

One sucky thing about moving out of state is dealing with all of that crap you gotta take with you. I wish I could ditch all of my clothes and buy an entirely new wardrobe in New York. I'd hit up places like H&M for sure. I freaking love them and wish I could afford to shop there as soon as I land. Well, I'll just have to find bad ass, hot clothing brands that are hidden in thrift shops. I've actually found H&M stuff there before. What a score. Forever 21 is a pretty chill place to get cheap jeans and tops. Their accessories are cheap, but will fall apart almost immediately. Maybe I should think like a monk or nun and give the majority of my belongings to the Goodwill or Salvation Army. I would feel a lot better about parting with my stuff under those circumstances. What's funny is that I could very well end up buying my stuff back eventually, if it were to somehow get distributed to other thrift stores. Hah!

I love buying new clothes because when I wear them I feel new, sexy, confident and what borders on elated. There's something about going out to a party or event in a new get up for the first time! Ahhh! It's amazing. Those are the nights that the boys really seem to flock; you know you look sexy, you radiate even more sexy glow and somehow men pick up on it and become drawn to you like moths to a flame or fruit flies to rotting fruit. Mmmm...
And then you get over the newness eventually and the cycle continues....
Oh well, such is life I suppose....

I've noticed that when I buy new underwear, things happen; Sexy things. When I'm wearing a Victoria's Secret g-string or some American apparel or H&M panties, I feel sexy and sexual. Sometimes I get aroused in public, thinking about how my new chonies are hugging my butt just right and how damn good they look and how someone should see this. It especially happens when I'm exchanging flirtation devices with a handsome fellow. If both the alcohol and the handsome fellow are in the equation, hold me back. I am a good girl, but I don't want to have to make my way to bathroom to dry my excitement off the new panties. It's best to steer clear of the hot-bots when I feel the need to frolic in my new butt huggers. Maybe I'll save that for Dick. He'd enjoy that.

New York, Sex and Moving In With the Ex!?

So... I'm a Los Angeles native about to move to New York. I have always wanted to live in New York but never really had a place to stay while job and apartment hunting. Uprooting myself with very little cash is intimidating. However, after being there so many times over the course of several years, I've grown quite comfortable with the city. I've gotten lucky there many times as far as business, modeling and marketing endeavors. Furthermore, I have established some pretty good connections that have led to the opportunity to live there with some friends of mine, including my "ex" boyfriend. So it would be an understatement to say that my upcoming living situation will be "interesting".

Oh, my ex.... My sweet, handsome, intelligent and insane ex-boyfriend; we still have a strong connection and an addictive chemistry but I do worry about how well he and I will get along. See, he offered me his room to share (rent-free) until I get a place of my own. While all of my friends said it would be disastrous, I accepted his generous offer as it seems like one I shouldn't refuse.
Not only will it be hard to adjust to my new life out there; I will have to maintain harmony between us.

He's an English major, musician, pseudo yuppie living in Brooklyn and is way too smart for his own good. Hyper aware of human errs and flaws of the world, he's generally "socially retarded". He's aware of his superior intelligence so it often blinds him when he is wrong; his emotions conflict with his intellect which causes an often maudlin me to go abnormally postal.

His name? I wish I could tell. I'll call him "Dick" since I absolutely love his dick, because often he can be a really big dick and, like dicks, he can be a real fucker. Dick is my polar opposite; tall, white, lanky, blond, robotic, reserved, a left brainer. Yet there's a quiet poetry about him; a unique charm, a deep, tender core that captures my heart. Let's not forget the sex! I love it. He knows how to be a hunter. Something all men should be... at least more men these days (We'll talk much more about the hunter/nester quotient later).

Along with his stellar qualities, which I could go on about, he possesses some scary ones that cause my friends and myself to worry. He's spiteful, cold, domineering, hypocritical and tightly wound (These are but a few). I've decided that I will accept the challenge and make the best of it as long as I keep my eyes on the light at the end of the tunnel: self-sufficiency, independence and success.

I am technically single. I know not exactly what will happen when I get there but I'm willing to remain open-minded and open-legged. Hey, a girl like me has needs, too. If I can roll over in my bed and do the hottie lying next to me (the one who knows how I like it), why the hell would I meander around town looking for some new guy to waste my time? But as it stands I am totally single.

As an L.A native, I still have connections and unresolved business with certain guys I've previously dated.
There is one in particular, "Jack Bandit", that I have liked for a few years now. Jack Bandit is a witty, handsome, guitar instructor and a San Fernando Valley resident whose idea of a good time is watching Extras or The Office and sharing a good laugh. He has a big, honest heart and can share misanthropic views as I. He looks something like Christian Bale. Yum.

We dated a short while. We stayed friends all the while(with the occasional make-out), and there is still an attraction. We've only had sex once; it was for a few seconds because... Well, he hadn't had sex in quite a while so he was ready to bust his nut immediately. I absolutely don't hate on him for that. It's understandable for men if they haven't had sex in a while. But for what it was, it was good and showed promise that it could be great if we had another go at it. Due to various circumstances and distractions, it never happened again.

I can't help but ponder; should I have one last stab at it with Jack Bandit before I move? Or should I keep myself scarce until I'm in NYC with my ex?

Introducing Dr. Labia

Okay, I know "Dr. Labia" is a strange name to go by. But it’s something my friends and I find quite amusing. My actual name is Talibah (Tuh-lee-buh). I met a girl at a party who fancied calling me “Ta-Labia (Tuh-Lay-bee-uh)" and I found it quite clever and funny. I’m certain I thanked her for such a charming nickname despite my being heavily intoxicated and her attempt to poke fun at me. The name stuck and somehow manifested into "Lady Labia", "Dr. Labia" and "Lady Laybs" or good ol "Ta-Labia". I don't go by this name every day; I thought it would be a fun pen name. Make sense now? Good. Now that you understand the origin of my name, let us move on.

Face it. I love love. I love sex. I love boys (err-men). I love relationships, dating, socializing, flirting and matchmaking. MOST importantly, I LOVE giving advice and talking about these topics!

If I’m not doing it, I’m talking about doing it, how I’ve done it, how you did it, how it should be done, how others do it and so forth.

I realized recently, after giving a girlfriend of mine advice on the d-bag boys in her life for the millionth time, that I should be doing this on a larger scale (getting paid to do it wouldn’t hurt either). I have a male friend, "Full on Kevs", I call him; he asks me for advice on women as well. Soon, I looked around me and realized that virtually all of my friends seek my insight and open ears or just flat out enjoy conversing with me about the ups and downs of love, sex, life and everything in between. What is it about me, you ask? Well, I have raging hormones, a widely open mind, am a keen analyst and, well, charm only helps. Not tooting my own horn here; I'm simply acknowledging my gift of gab, accessibility, eccentricity and strong sense of empathy. It seems as though I create an atmosphere of comfort in which most find it easy to open up. Then I thought, why shouldn’t I go global? I suppose for now, I’ll start one blog at a time.