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Archive for December, 2012

Have a SINful New Year

Take everything good you did last year and do it again, only better.  Take everything that was bad and learn from it, not to repeat it.  Go forth, make love, be kind, be sexy, and have fun.  I love you all.


Stay SINful, friends.

2012 – A Year of Progress

Well, it’s New Year’s Eve in most of the United States right now (Hawaii has some time yet to join the party) and it’s that time of the year where everybody gets contemplative.  This calendar year has been a big one in many ways, not the least of which personally.  After all, one year ago this little corner of the internet I call AbSINthe Passion was only a flickering glimmer of a dream in the recesses of my mind, and now here we all are together, SINful friends, looking back on the year that was.  It’s been a fun ride so far, hasn’t it?  We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve gotten aroused to the point of no return, and we’ve grown through it all.  Thankfully, it seems the country (for those of us in the United States) as a whole decided to grow with us.

Of course, the biggest story of the year in the USA was the Presidential Election.  I labored hard in this space to bring forth the issues of equality and progress as they pertained to the election process, and I was incredibly proud of the results not only when President Obama was re-elected but also when four U.S. States voted in favor of equal marriage rights.  I believe I cried more over the progress shown by those four states than I did when the election was called for President Obama.  The fact that this much advancement has been made a mere 4 years after Florida Amendment 2 and California Proposition 8 is extraordinary, and gives me hope for a more accepting humanity in the future.

The year 2012 also so a prominent sports figure come to the public defense of Equal Marriage in not one but two scathing public letters that completely demolish the arguments presented by people who should be, by virtue of their respective positions, rather intelligent people.  Prior to that, however, way back in the early days of Summer, retail chain JC Penney first signed Ellen DeGeneres on as a spokeperson — which deeply upset the conservative group One Million Moms — and then upped the ante by featuring a Father’s Day ad showing  family with two dads (an actual gay couple, gasp shock!) playing with their kids.  If that’s not an awesome way to ignore dissenters and protest groups, I don’t know what is.

Last, but certainly not least, 2012 was a big year for Mrs. AP and me.  When I started this blog we were sharing a house with her soon-to-be ex-husband and our roommate.  That changes a few months later when we moved into a place of our own, separate and removed from other adult entanglements and free to grow our relationship as we see fit.  At times the relocation into a significantly smaller place has been challenging and frustrating, but we stick together and will get through it smashingly.  We always do.

Thank you Mrs. AP for supporting me on this journey, and thank you SINful friends for joining me along the path.


Stay SINful, friends.

Happy Endings – A SINful Sunday Post

The calendar year 2012 is coming to a close, and with it many people’s minds are focused on the subject of endings and new beginnings.   Friday morning Mrs. AP and I were chatting with Our Crush (previously known as Our Date, of whom we’ve had several discussions) as he was visiting friends and family afar, and the discussion got rather inspiring for us, which led to a happy ending of a different nature.

See our final SINful Sunday contribution for the year below.


Have SINful Holidays

Whatever your religious affiliation or philosophical ideology may the end of the calendar year and all of your associated celebrations be wrought friends, family, love, happiness, and a healthy dose of delightful debauchery.


Stay SINful, friends.

Don’t Spread Hate

In the aftermath of the horrible shooting tragedy in Newtown, CT the Westboro Baptist Church — a Hate Cult posing as “Christian Soldiers” while operating under a tax-exempt status out of their stronghold complex in Topeka, KS — declared their intention to travel to Newtown to picket the funerals of the victims and to “sing praise to God for the glory of his work in executing his judgment.”

Hacktivist group Anonymous immediately went on the offensive against the WBC — not for the first time this year — by releasing an extensive document containing personal information of every person involved in the group’s hierarchy.  Releasing such information is tantamount to encouraging harassment of every member of this group.  Despite the abject loathing I have for this group, I do not condone reacting to them in a harassing matter.  As deeply misguided and blindly uneducated as their stances are, and as vitriolic as their rhetoric is, waging war against them in such fashion only enables them to view such an assault as justification for their cause.  Their religious fervor combines with their abject idiocy and unconscionable bigotry to become a self-sustaining group sociopathy; any attempt to attack the group behavior only strengthens their delusions.  The only way to treat this disease is not to feed it but instead to starve it out.

To that end, Anonymous also started a White House petition to have the WBC labelled as a Hate Group.  As of this writing this petition has received nearly 175,000 signatures, 150,000 more than is required for the current administration to review and consider the petition.  This petition remains open until January 13 — 30 days beyond the day it was started — which allows a significant amount of time for more signatures to be placed.  The reclassification of the WBC could pave the way to revocation of the group’s IRS Tax-exempt status, although this is a legally grey area, as the IRS is not necessarily beholden to Congress on matter of tax-exemption.  Should this status be revoked, and possibly applied retroactively, it would severely impair the groups ability to continue their shameful, hateful behavior.

Please join me in this fight and add your signature to the petition.  At the current pace, the petition could top 2 Million signatures!  Such a response is both surely unprecedented.


Stay SINful, friends.

Wisdom in Humor

The events of this past week, globally, with mass shootings and stabbings in multiple locations  reminds me of a bit from George Carlin’s famous “7 Words You Can’t Say On Television” routine:

I mean, I think the word fuck is an important word. It’s the beginning of life, and, yet it’s a word we use to hurt one other, quite often. And uh, people much wiser than I have said, I’d rather have my son watch a film with two people making love than two people trying to kill one other. And I of course agree. I wish I know who said it first, and I agree with that. But I would like to take it a step further. I would like to substitute the word fuck, for the word kill in all those movie cliches we grew up with. ‘Okay Sheriff, we’re gonna fuck ya now. But we’re gonna fuck ya slow.’

The world would be a much better place if there was more fucking and less killing.  Let’s all get on that.


Stay SINful, friends.

Fun With Numbers

Today is 12 December, 2012.  Depending on regional parlance, this date may be written (in part) 12-12-12 or 12/12/12.

12+12+12 is 36

The square root of 36 is 6.

6 + 3 is 9.

It’s 69 day!

Get on that, everybody.


Stay SINful, friends.

Something of Everything

I suppose one could say it started like any typical Monday morning.  The kids were all off to school, leaving the house empty of human beings except for Mrs. AP and me.  She was in bed naked.  I was soon naked and in bed with her.  What happened over the next 2 hours was pure debauchery at it’s finest.


When Life Catches Up

Sorry about the unannounced sabbatical there, SINful friends.  It seems life decided I needed a swift kick in the pants, or to the head perhaps.  Something bug-like caught me, grabbed me by the hair, and slammed my head into the pillow for most of a week.  Sure, I was able to get up for work, and Mrs. AP and I made some public appearances at friend’s festivities, but by and large I have been a walking case of exhaustion staving off passing out by use of sheer will and excessive amounts of caffeine.

To wit, when I got off work for my “weekend” I proceeded to sleep for 14 hours.  This without the assistance of any sleep agents.  Apparently my body needed to reboot, and with it was taken the ability for me to form any sense of cognizant postings.  While I wanted to write, and had things swirling in my head, I couldn’t get anything to coalesce long enough to produce anything that wasn’t drivel.  Even in my head, nothing would form out of the mists that bore any resemblance to something formative.   Every writer out there knows that sometimes, no matter how hard we push, the words refuse to flow.  In my case, I didn’t posses the energy to push.  At best, I might have tickled.  There might have been a slap in there.  I’m not sure.

All of this came to a full head Friday night.  Mrs. AP was laying in bed looking delicious and scrumptious in her thong and tee shirt.  I rolled off the bed to lock the door and buried my had between her legs, not even bothering to remove her thong yet, and licked her to the point of soaking before even bothering to lift my head.  I love that moment when she soaks through her panties and I can taste her through the fabric.  There’s something primal about needing her so desperately that even removing her thing takes too long.