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"Gordo/Gordito", which literally means Fat or Fattie. It's a widely used term of endearment in Latin America. My friends and I call each other fat, too. But, you know, in a not-bitchy way.

Honestly, it's very cute. I mean it. No, seriously, IT'S CUTE.

I don't really have one for him, other than Hun, which isn't overly original. He calls me Bum, but I forget why that started.

his "tool" is "the pipe"
oh he is a cancer and is moody as hell and I swear he has multiple personalties so I call him Tyler Durden. He calls me Marla.

Hm, I suppose the fauxband and I have a few we use sometimes... I call him Sugar Booger once in a while, though he put a kibosh on regular use of that one. He'll call me Squeebus or Squeebs sometimes. Now and again it's Mickey and Mallory. The ones we use most often (other than "honey" or "babe") are probably Marge and Homie.

My dad used to call my mom Irish. I always loved that.

I call the boy "muffin". At first it started as a joke (a friend of mine called her now-husband muffin and we found it all quite hilarious), and it turned into a term of endearment. We change it up every so often, using cupcake, doughnut, bundt cake, etc.

He calls me "monkey", because I wrap my legs around him when he picks me up. And, in a roundabout way, because of Dwight's nickname for Angela.

De-lurking to comment for the first time! Perhaps it's because the fella and I are four years together tomorrow and I feel all schmoopy. He calls me Nerdgirl - often "nerdiest girl in the world", but that doesn't really roll off the tongue, so Nerdgirl. I call him "Michelu." I think I actually unwittingly stole this from a friend. Her husband's name is Michael, and she'd French it up to "Michel". No idea how the u was added. Or how it stuck in my head. Or how I came use it with the fella. His name is nothing remotely close to Michael.

I used to call an old college boyfriend Bear. Once that slipped out in front of his mom.

I tend to call my husband "Boss". I have no idea why. It's just a little bit sarcastic though I use it more when I'm in a good mood with him so I guess it's not all sarcasm. I think he likes it and ignores or doesn't get the sarcasm. Strangely enough my sister calls her husband Jefe (which if I remember correctly is Spanish for boss--I think she took it from The Three Amigos).

My husband doesn't call me anything in particular and I'm glad he doesn't call me baby--always hated that one. He does pat me on the ass a lot when he's pleased with me.

Well, I had an ex that I referred to as the "White Trash King." He lived in a trailer park. Yeah, I'm a bitch.

I won't reveal my nickname for my husband because it's ridiculously silly and embarrassing. But I will reveal that he calls me "Chub-chub" - it's a cute name that he uses to tease me - short for "chubby." He's a real funny guy, my husband.

Do any women have nicknames for their cootches? I haven't heard of anyone ever giving theirs a name. I've heard of women naming their boobies - mine are "Velma" and "Roxie" from the musical Chicago - but never cooters.

You see a mans name for his penis has to sound awe inspiring no matter what. Take this for example

http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=1803

My husband and I call each other "sweet pea". It started as a joke, trying to come up with something as schmoopey as possible, and has stuck on for about seven years now.
One of my friends calls her husband "cupcake". She actually got a tattoo of a cupcake in his honor, which she says is better than tattooing his name, b/c if they ever break up...well, she still loves cupcakes.

teddybear.

No real nicknames for our parts.

I used to call my S.O. Serious McLumpy (Degrassi reference) but now it's mostly Snuggly Bear, Beastie or Grumpus. The rest of you know him by a different pseudonym though :-).

He calls me Snuggle Bunny, Snuggle Pants (snuggling is very key in this relationship), Sugar Bunny or Sugar Pot.

Me and my partner call each other 'Poo Bum' it originally started if someone was in a bad mood they would be told they are being a poo bum. now it is just what we call each other.

HA--Vonnegut Slut, I may start referring to my "penthouse ladies" as just that! Funny!

babycakes, honey, whatever knowingly ridiculous things pop into my head.... they all work.

No regular nickname for my husband, but he has called me Hotpants since before we got together. Can't imagine why.

My last girlfriend was named Cara, so of course she was 'Cara Bear,' because I am a horrible person.
Overall, I'm just a fan of the simple names, like baby or honey, though most women I've met don't seem to like them.
As for me, I only get the really annoying 'Mattie.' Turning a person's name into some nickname is always a miserable endeavor, and yes, I know Cara Bear is an example of that. Like I said, I'm awful.

I call the hub "Dearie Belle" but only when he's being a prissy little girl. The rest of the time I call him by his name. I try very hard not to call him "Daddy," but it's hard, since that's what our son knows him as. Sometimes we slip, and then the kid runs around calling us by our regular names. Which is funny now, because the kid's 2, but won't be so amusing a couple of years from now.

The kid is pretty much "Sweetie Pie." One day I asked him "are you my love?" and he said, "no mama, I'm sweetie pie." I've switched to "Sugar Plum," but mostly as a nod to the holiday season.

Oh, and when I was breastfeeding, for some reason we felt the need to name my boobs. The left one was Lefty, bien sur. The right one was Nymphadora. In honor of Tonks. Those of you who have read Book 7 know why.

Most often, I refer to my husband as the very standard "Honey" but I also call him "Stinker" which I think came into existence because he can often be a pain in the ass (in an endearing way). The funny thing is, if I call him by his real name in the midst of a conversation, he gets all ticked off - so I guess he prefers the terms of endearment.

He calls me "Dear" or "Buns" (I guess because he likes mine).

The last woman I was in love with, i called, "dollypie" and often shortened it to "pie". she called me "cookie".

It's funny how mundane/trite/empty it looks written down, prob like most peoples pet names, yet when it was used between us it was filled with such sentiment and connection.

sigh, it's hard to recollect that kind of capacity.

My boobs are Thelma and Louise.

I haven't named my boobs, though I really should, because it sounds fun. I have to think of some super-chola names like Yanixa or Aracely.

I call her 'The Constrictor'... had my dick in a vice for, how long is it now? 3 months.

Alarmjaguar definitely started out as a nickname, but for the Mr., most of the others involve animals as well -- not for the perverted reasons you 'jibans will assume, but because they are cute and fury and sweet-- rabbit and bunny, for the tinies we use coney. All manner of cats (see alarmjaguar).

I've been trying to find an appropriate way to render an anecdote about a blurt i made once, naming my previously mentioned love's vagooter, without using the astoundingly inappropriate petname I applied to it's glory just the very once.

I blurted it one night, in great sweating appreciation, after feeling succulently gorged, like one might feel from a face full of watermelon or star fruit on a hot summer day.

I meant to praise and at the same time defuse intimacy because we were so new together at the time that it was all seeming threatening--it was an attempt to bring levity into our glow.

Alas, this little pet naming, aside from being rude in a way I was blind to in my delirious pleasure, highlighted the thing she was most insecure about concerning her vagooter.

At first, after her rage and assault on my person receded, I was defensive, but then realized what a ridiculous thing i had said. Even if it hadn't been a sore point for her, there was no way anyone would construe it as a lustful compliment despite my lolling raw dog intentions.

I was made to never forget, even long after we were no longer intimate partners--which did last years despite my admittedly fatally stupid blurt. Long into the time when we were simply old friends, the accusatory voice would rouse itself righteously and remind me, "oh, you mean that like ****** ****". Shamefully, i would concede on any matter.

Now, see, there isn't anyway to relate this as an amusing anecdote, without voicing that which was never said by me again. and yet here we are.

And on risk of being banned, I will not repeat what once I spoke in earnest (really fucking earnest) appreciation. Just the same, there are few things as fine as my reminiscence of her ****** ****. Mmmmmmmmmm.

In all fairness, I have blocked out her own pet name for my Conan Triumphant, despite her using whatever it was she dreamed up, daily, when we were still together. I know she meant well; we were both dogs in heat for a long time. Whatever it was, it must have not truly communicated to me the real greatness of our union the way a barbarian or superhero name might. I can only hope she will one day enjoy the same forgetting that i do now.

And on risk of being banned, I will not repeat what once I spoke in earnest (really fucking earnest) appreciation. Just the same, there are few things as fine as my reminiscence of her ****** ****. Mmmmmmmmmm.

Posted by: idleprimate at December 5, 2010 2:00 AM

I say we ban him if he doesn't tell us. Friggin' tease.

My hubs calls me kitten, I think because of the way I react when he scratches my back. I call him sweetie, sweetums, sweetness, or sweets. I have no idea why. Our boys are doodle bug and squish bear. We avoid calling each other mommy and daddy unless we are addressing the boys, and as a result, our 2 yr old calls my husband by his first name 50% of the time.

After years of watching reality tv, we decided that 'babe' means 'bitch/asshole' and resolved never to use it.

My BF is bouche de miel. I'm doux-doux. It's all google-translatorable but it doesn't sound as good. Au revoir.

bouche de miel is pretty sweet.

In an amazing second act comeback from my initial verbal deathstroke, i referred to her nether wonders as her "honey pot", which of course led to her laying subtle hints on me when i was being obtuse as to her mood, like requesting my "spoon" or "stir stick".

I hate the word turd, so when my hubby gets annoyed at me he calls me flower. Sometimes when my hubby gets grumpy I call him Frankenstein.

whoops! of course I meant many years. sorry, just got home after a slumber party with him -- I'm not thinking right yet.

We call one another sweetie, which works.

My immediate family has a whole host of endearments we call one another. I'm hoping it'll rub off on my boy, because I like it. My brother's nickname is Buddy, which we all call him instead of his given name, and I've shortened it even more to "Boo." My sister's name is Carin, so we called her "Care Bear" for a number of years, and now it's mutated to "Bearacus."

In terms of the names I've been given over the years, dad calls me "Sea Bird," and my sister calls me "Birdie," my mom calls me "Linny" or "Katie-bird," and by brother calls me "Cait."

He calls me Pussy Pie, I call him Penis Cake. He also calls me Sneezy McGee, Sugar Mama, Cupcake, and countless other schmoopy names. I sometimes call him my Sugar Daddy as a joke, because he's much older than I am, but broke.

My parts don't have official names, but my boobs talk like old British ladies ("Helloooo! Would you like a spot of tea?") and my vagina talks like Moe Szyslak ("Hey! You wanna go out sometime? Out back?").

I call the SO "Matturbeast" because he name is Matt and he is a hairy man beast. John the Baptist's hairshirt with a side of locusts and honey has nothing on the Matturbeast's glorious pelt. He is Sean Connery turned up to 11. He calls me "da Baby" or "em-dash" after the lexographic symbol (this makes more sense if you know that my name does indeed have an Em portion to it).

My nephew actually gave my husband and I the nicknames we have for each other because he couldn't pronounce our real names. My husband calls me Tae (and sometimes George Oscar Indicott the 3rd - don't ask) and I call him Deve.

"The Leviathan"

I don't have a SO, if that's not obvious.

My girl calls me babe or baby. To the point that if she says my name I freak out and scream at her because it actually feels weird to hear it and then she sings in a weird, creepy voice "say my name, say my name."

Ahem.

I call her baby, baby-head, and boo-boo. And sometimes crankybutt.

My boobs are named greetings and salutations.

My boobs are named Amelia and Amalia (Amalia being the bigger one), but I agree with Figgy on the chola name. So I'm changing their names to Jhendelyn and Nydian (those names exist and belong to a pair of local TV skanks).

I secretly call my Special Valley........... Cindy Crawford. I have a good reason for it.

I call my guy Scamp when he's being vexing (but in an extremely cute way), and my dearest when I feel particularly affectionate towards him. He calls me Sam-sam.

I call my boobs Britney and Christina. Lame but they were nicknamed in Junior High. Britney's the bigger one.

I'm guessing Sofia's lady parts have a big mole or starred in a terrible action movie with William Baldwin.

My last ex was a tiny bouncy little thing. I called her doodle.

My last name is pronounced 'Sizzler' so how could the nickname not stick? This led to my nethers being referred to as Porterhouse.

This weblog appears to recieve a great deal of visitors. How do you advertise it? It gives a nice unique spin on things. I guess having something useful or substantial to say is the most important thing.

Mr. Man also goes by: Butterball turkey boy. Buttercup. Butterbutt. Turtle poop. Monkey face. Monkey butt. Turd ferguson, heh, it's funny.

I think I have an unrecognized fixation on scat. And butter.

And the S.O.'s special friend? Professor Stone Pole.

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