You’ll be happy to know now that my life is getting back to normal I can start blogging about my sex life again. Yay! Hey, you’ve all been more than patient with me as I’ve spent the last four months fixing a helluva mess my ex-agent made out of my career, and I really appreciate it.
But now that everything is rolling along in a positive direction again, not only can I get back to my regular novel-writing schedule but I can also resume blogging about my fav subject. SEX!
However I realized I couldn’t start blogging about my sex life with Wes without first telling you how and why it’s changed. And it has. In a rather shocking way, actually. So that’s what this post is about.
It seems everything I went through this year changed me. Really, it did. I’m no longer the easy-going slut I used to be. All the career and personal shit I endured this year from the Alpha men in my life changed my personality.
For one thing, I have a temper. I never had a temper before. But now I do, and it erupts suddenly. Yeah, I’m still getting used to that. “Weird” doesn’t begin to describe how it feels. And that has affected the way I talk. OMG, my mouth is ten times trashier now! Especially when this new temper of mine flares up. Damn, it’s vicious. Because of that and the fact I get pissed off so easily and I go claws out at a moment’s notice, my relationship and my sex life have changed.
Basically, I’m scaring the shit outta Wes, and it’s making him behave amazingly well. Who knew? That means the man is no longer in the doghouse like he was the first 5 months of this year. He’s too afraid to fuck up. He knows I could attack at any moment. And I gotta say the look on his face is priceless when I do.
Okay, I’m loving that part. Lol
As you can imagine, this has affected our sex life as well. He was always a great fuck. But now he’s more careful of me emotionally than he ever was. He goes out of his way to be nice to me. Consequently, my sex life is awesome. Wes and I are fucking like bunnies on crack and having a blast. I guess you could say he treats me with kid gloves now cause he thinks I’ve gone a little psycho. And I have. For a while I thought this personality change of mine was temporary. But much to his dismay (and horror) it seems to be permanent.
It’s just that I’ve been pushed too far this year. I was a really nice person. But for some reason the Alpha men in my life didn’t appreciate that. They thought they could run all over me. Not! So they pushed and pushed and pushed until I finally went off the deep end. It changed me, and to tell you the truth I’m still getting used to it myself.
To do a better job of explaining this, I was asked by Book Faery last month to write a guest post for her August blogging event about Alpha heroes in novels. I told her mine would be an anti-Alpha post (because I detest the fuckers these days), and she said she was cool with that. Her event runs through this entire month, and you can read more about it here:
But don’t worry. I’m still a sweet Beta. However, if you’re an Alpha man, beware. All bets are off where you’re concerned. And that sweet chick you used to know? Hey, she doesn’t live here anymore….
Alpha Men? Don't Get Me Started!
by Laura Stamps
I have no idea if every guest post in this blog event is gonna be glorifying Alpha heroes in novels. If so, just consider this your anti-Alpha post (lol). Seriously, I told Tori when she invited me that I despise Alpha men these days. No way I can write anything flattering about them. But she said that was cool, so here I am. ;)
Okay, if you've read any of my novels you know NONE of my yummy hunky heroes are Alphas. Why? Because there are too many freakin' arrogant clueless Alpha men in my real life, that's why.
Or there used to be.
If you read my blog or know me from Twitter, Facebook, or Goodreads, you know there are lots of things about Alpha men that piss me off these days. But the thing that irritates me the most is that they’re such arrogant bastards.
Let me back up for a minute. I learned at a very early age the only person who can make me happy is ME. To do this I had to become “proactive” rather than “reactive.”
“Proactive” means I do my own thing regardless of the insanity happening around me, regardless of what anyone thinks. My happiness comes from within, and I know it cannot be shaken unless I allow it.
“Reactive” means your happiness is dependent upon external things, on what’s happening around you. It’s a “victim” mentality. Being a victim is NOT my thing. Been there, done that as a defenseless kid from an abusive family. Ain’t going back!
When you're proactive, you’re moving forward. It’s an “offensive” position. When you’re reactive, you’re retreating. It’s a “defensive” position, meaning you allow yourself to be backed into a corner where you’re constantly having to defend yourself. Or prove yourself. Over and over and over again.
What a snooze!
Arrogant Alpha men have a talent for putting women in a defensive position simply because they always think they’re right, which means everyone else is wrong. If you disagree with an Alpha man you’re ALWAYS having to defend your opinion. Of course, after a while you realize it doesn’t matter because the Alpha thinks he’s right, and he ain’t budging.
Being proactive is empowering because you keep your power. Being reactive makes you powerless, because you’ve given your power away to the petty tyrants in your life.
Hey, forget THAT!
Bottom line: I’m a Beta, and if my life is full of fighting and arguing then I’m not having fun. If I’m not having fun, then my life isn’t working. Time to make some changes and get the fun back, ya know?
Unfortunately, Beta women attract Alpha men like bees to honey. It's like a disease. That means my entire life I've been surrounded by Alpha men. Thus, the reason they do NOT make an appearance in my novels. Why? Because I know these guys too well. Every time a novel with an Alpha hero ends with him suddenly gaining new brain cells and realizing what an ass he's been to the sweet Beta heroine I wanna turn that novel into a wallbanger. Of course she thinks he's now reformed for life, and they'll live happily ever after.
The reality is most Alphas continue with this arrogant ego shit for the rest of their lives. In my case, after 35 years, I'd had enough. I finally got to the point where I was tired of these bastards putting me in the position of having to defend my opinions, the naughty way I talk, the way I write my novels, the way I write my blog posts, my outlook on life, you name it.
Know what I say to that? FUCK IT!
I’m a proactive slut. I don’t have to defend my work or my opinions or my outlook on life to anyone. If they can’t accept me as I am then they can just move along. I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do regardless of whether the Alpha men in my life “approve” or not.
So I cleaned house. Yes, I did. I dumped the Alpha publisher, the Alpha agent, and all the Alpha men in my biz life. Couldn't dump my Alpha husband, Wes, so I threw him in the doghouse. Again and again and again.
Then my Alpha girlfriends offered to give me "Bitch Lessons." Alrightyyyy! They kept telling me I'm too nice, too generous, too sweet, my heart is too big, and I take too much shit off these Alpha assholes. And this time I agreed.
Now I'm a "Bitch-in-Training."
All I can say is: Damn, this bitch stuff is hard! But my Alpha girlfriends are being patient with me. Much to their delight I have learned a few skills. I get pissed off at the drop of a hat now. And I've got the claws-out thing down pretty good, too.
In fact, I'm scaring the shit outta Wes these days. Consequently, the man is nicer to me than he's been in the 32 years I've been fucking him.
I've also been retraining myself NOT to get an instant panty-melt when an Alpha man crosses my path. Damn, that's hard, too. But I'm making progress. Now when one comes near me (it's that bees-to-honey thing again) I say, "Down, Tiger!" to my pussy and walk away.
Yeah, I'm rather proud of myself these days. This sweet slutty Beta has not only pulled off a miracle fixing the freakin' mess my ex-agent (Alpha asshole) made of my career, but I've also kicked out every Alpha man in my biz and professional life.
Well, except Wes. But he's still bending over backwards to be nice to me. And the minute he fucks up I scream bloody murder and go claws out.
Turns out these are really handy skills. Who knew? lmao!
Laura Stamps (c)
The Magickal SexWitch
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