Randomness
...a mug of vanilla coffee, throw a handful of vanilla salts in the bath water and let the warmth ease my muscles and soothe my soul - not that either are very sore but, still, some ease and soothing can never hurt.
Sunday Rambling
Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike.
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"I disagree . you’re a cunt biscuit. FUckity duck licker whoredoodle. yes yes yes! shut up, dog breath"Reviews
The Better Sex Synergy Pleasure System – oscillating massager
Oh boy. This is a hard review to write. I’ll be up front right from the get go and say, yes, I have compared this to the Eroscillator and yes, it loses in a blazing crash of defeat when you make that comparison. I’m going to try to review the Better Sex Synergy Pleasure System on it’s own merits, however, without constant comparisons because every toy deserves that. If you’re making the choice between the two, however,...
Lovemoiselle Noemie
I remember when the Lovemoiselle line first came out. Ohh, did I want the Noemie. The minute I saw it I wanted it. Somehow, I ended up with the Aveline and the vibrating Cecile but only just recently broke down and got myself the Noemie. I? Am very glad I did. All of the Lovemoiselle ceramic pieces are beautiful but the Noemie really appeals to me on an aesthetic level; her creamy white body, the lovely plum colored flower that embossses her shaft,...
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Babble
Randomness
So far, this has been such a good weekend, with only a few blips and bumps to mar my enjoyment of it. The best part? There’s still another day left! The weather here has turned distinctly fall like and I’ve been enjoying the hell out of my balcony – a cinnamon candle burning at my side, wrapped in a fuzzy soft blanket, the crisp, cool air, the occasional pattering of rain on my awning. We’ve cleaned. We’ve ridden,...
Sunday Rambling
I love summer Sundays. Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike. Kids skate past, or zoom on by on big wheels and scooters. Neighbors mow lawns and the whole word smells like fresh cut grass and tomatoes growing heavy on vines. I have no...
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His View
Community.
Take three people. Three complete strangers. Put them in a room. Invariably one of them is going to have to pick a side, and one of them is going to demand that sides be picked. As advanced, and intellectually superior as man likes to think he is, he’s still a pack animal. He still subscribes to a pack mentality. It’s still “us against them”, it’s still “you’re either with us or against us”. Community. Big word, with even bigger implications being hung on it. When in reality, it’s core meaning is simply a group of people who live in the same...
So yeah, it’s “your body”. But are you sending a different message?
Ok I get: You didn’t want to be humped in a bar. The guy had the impression it was ok to hump you in a bar. You feel the need to bitch about it. I understand all of the above. What I don’t get: How it went from dancing to humping. What gave him the impression that you’d be ok with being humped in a bar, or “penetrated”. Bitching about it the next day instead of doing something proactively about it right then and there. Here are my thoughts. The average guy, doesn’t arbitrarily start “humping” a random girl in a bar. There has to be SOMETHING...
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Life
My Name is Boxxy
So, I was sitting here tonight, waiting for the bleach to, well, bleach my son’s hair, pondering ass bananas – you will want to look at that link, truly! - and I realized… I quite miss my boxxy. I guess since I’ve been too busy lately to post much of anything, boxxy has had nothing to comment about. *sigh* So I did a google search to look at videos from the other boxxy and amused myself that way. This girl? Whoa. I...
Blah-titude
Soooooo…. I have nothing to say. Really. Nothing. I don’t feel like bitching, though I have plenty in my head I could bitch about. I’ve been working super hard the past two weeks so life, outside of that, is quiet and not very inspiring. The bike is still down and won’t be fixed for like another week. Meh. Just meh. Nothing else to say. Here. Go enter a contest to win free metal dildos. :D That should make up for my blah-titude. They...
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Rant
Ego Trip
So yesterday, after I wrote the Sex Positive Hypocrite post, someone commented on twitter something about how the bickering is getting old and this community should be providing people with intelligent and positive sex and sex toy information, how the community is supposed to be about empowering people via their sexuality. (It was Backseat Boohoo, actually. I try not to name names on my blog for a lot of reasons; not wanting to give people I dislike...
Moo
Yanno what I hate? I mean really fucking HATE? When people try to tell me I’m saying something I’m not. When they refuse to hear what I’ve actually said and, instead, decide what they think I said and then try to tell me they’re right and I’m wrong. Dude. Shut the fuck up. *I’m* the one who said it. I think I know what I said and what I mean. If I say that you can be a safer driver by taking a defensive...
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BDSM
Out of Sync
People do BDSM for a lot of reasons. People do S&m play for a lot of reasons. The most common one, it seems, for the bottoms is the endorphin rush they get from receiving pain. The sub space. I’ve said it before but it’s on my mind again so I’ll repeat it. I do not have a clue what sub space is. I’ve never been there. I’ve never felt it. I don’t really believe it exists. A gazillion people can tell me how it feels and that they’ve felt it and maybe they have but, for me, it’s the Easter Bunny. Not really real. I do not process pain...
Risk.
Taylor and I were talking with someone the other day, I don’t remember who, about some part of the dynamic of our relationship. The gist of the conversation was that he could pretty much do whatever he wants and I, as his, will endure it. This is true. And yet there is more to it, so much more. I will endure nearly anything. Not because I have to but because the pain feeds my masochism. Not even physical pain so much – though that is a large part of who we are. Emotional pain is the real heart of my inner, deepest, darkest needs. But also because I belong to him, I gave...
I recently got to review the Tentacle Jr for Eden Fantasys – another fucking awesome and fantasy inducing dildo from Whipspider Rubberworks. The review isn’t live yet but I wanted to share the pictures, at least. The Jr is similar to the original Tentacle only smaller, slimmer, with a less extreme hook to it, a [...]
