Archive for May, 2008

Friday Links

Friday, May 30th, 2008

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Smelling Like Sweet Romance: The Dangers of Douching – Hot Movies for Her
“For lack of a better analogy, your vagina is like a self-cleaning oven – it doesn’t need any outside help to maintain the perfect conditions. Your vag has a natural balance of acidity and bacteria that can drastically shift with douching, which can lead to vaginal irritation and Bacterial Vaginosis*. Douching can also push existing vaginal infections up into the uterus and fallopian tubes, sometimes causing Pelvic Inflammatory Disease (PID)** and even easier STD transmission.”

Srsly. If my cunt was suposed to smell like ‘Tropical Rain’ the gods would have made it that way.

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Busy Students Get a New Required Course: Lunch – New York Times

Whine whine whine. When I was in 11th grade, those fun GPA, SAT, college application obsessed years, I had lunch every other day, if that much. I lived on coffee, smokes, and spite, along with the rest of my (highly competitive) class, and we turned out ok. Besides, once you’re done with all that, you have senior year. Senior year, I had like, three free periods and lots of time to do other stuff. Like compare prom dresses, make seating arrangements, and figure out how to get my boyfriend to fuck me.

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53 Days – The Edge of Vanilla

This made me cackle, AND guffaw. At the same time.

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Ugly Violet:Every Girl Online is fat, ugly and unsexy. Here’s how to get over it. – SF Gate

“Like I, or any woman worth her weight in vagina, should give a toss what “viking116,” “toadytenderloins” or “bigdaddyhouston54″ say about what we look like, our sexiness, or its relation to what we’re saying. No, that’s why we have friends (and editors, and in my case, agents and publishers). Everyone knows comments like that are from trolls who make any publication they’re associated with look bad, and they should be bitch-slapped from here to … at least the Tenderloin and back. They’re off-topic and thus easy to discount nonetheless, but would political sex and culture commentary from someone who looks like Pamela Anderson actually be taken seriously? Maybe by the editors at Maxim, but honestly, what girl wants the adoration of psychotic anonymous trolls?”

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Wooden Memory Stick – Oooms (Found via AAG – thanks!)

Ha! I’m so getting my sister one of these for Christmas. I almost wish I had a lap top, so I could sit in Starbucks using it with a fucking piece of wood sticking out of the side. Those crazy Dutch.

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The Affairs of Men – The Pleasurist

“I, for one, reject this assessment of fidelity. For one thing, I think it infantilizes men, portraying them as mere vessels for the fulfillment of their penises, unable to resist their own urges. Secondly, I think it creates a characterization of their female partners as wardens, using marriage as a lock and key to castrate them.”

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Joe Lieberman, Would-Be Censor – New York Times Editorial
“Terrorism is a real concern. All Americans know that. They also know that if we give up our fundamental rights, the terrorists win. If people use speech to engage in criminal acts, they should be prosecuted. Cutting off free speech is never the right answer.”

Look, I know Godwin’s Law only really covers Nazi’s, but can we add an addendum to it about the phrase ‘…the terrorists win!’? It is starting to get really irritating. It seems like any argument for or against various limitations on personal freedom end with ‘But then the terrorist will win!”

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He Took a Polaroid Every Day, Until the Day He Died - found via Gala Darling

“Yesterday I came across a slightly mysterious website — a collection of Polaroids, one per day, from March 31, 1979 through October 25, 1997. There’s no author listed, no contact info, and no other indication as to where these came from. So, naturally, I started looking through the photos. I was stunned by what I found.

In 1979 the photos start casually, with pictures of friends, picnics, dinners, and so on.”

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Dr. ‘Dumps’ Lesbian on Religious Grounds – ABC
“In 1999, after a year of surgeries and hormone treatments — all covered by insurance — Benitez was finally ready to get pregnant by artificial insemination. But at the crucial moment, her doctor refused to do the procedure for “religious” reasons.”

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Control Tower: HBB – Mistress Matisse

“But the “elusive” part refers to the fact that couples seeking another woman to join them, whether it’s just for a night or for life, often find it difficult or impossible to succeed. That’s because no other group of people is as frequently stigmatized, ridiculed, and fled from by the very women they’re seeking. Frankly, most single women regard the couples who hit on them with all the warmth of Ann Coulter talking about Michael Moore.”

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Yeah, no.

Friday, May 30th, 2008

I want to thank everyone who sent me well wishes and good vibes after my biopsy – I hope you’ll all keep your fingers crossed for me that everything comes back ok!

I’m feeling much better now. The interview I had this morning called to reschedule, which was *fantastic* since I wanted to stay in bed, and I got to curl up with a book and doze a bit. Then I did some yoga, (yay, TiVo) which helped a ton. (Though it pissed off the cat.)

Yesterday, while I was I was waiting for the train back to the city after my appointment, and eating a bit of pound cake. When one is in pain, nothing beats a nice slice of butter pound cake. Some guy ran up to the barrier between the street and the train. He calls to me, and the first thing he says is not ‘Hello’ or ‘Hey, when is the next train coming?’ or any other sort of greeting. He says “Hey, are you seeing anyone?’

Not a promising start. Seriously guys? At least start with a greeting. I said yes, because I wanted him to go away. Instead, he says he needs my email address. He runs to his car to get pen and paper (I certainly wasn’t offering my pen or paper up), and I’m praying that the train will show up and get me the hell out of there. Of course it didn’t show. I’m not that lucky.

I never learn. I gave him my real email address, and I figured I’d never hear from him.

Oh no.

He sent me an email.

I’ve posted it to my tumblr for your enjoyment.

I feel like I ought to respond, but I can’t think of anything other than “EPIC FAIL”.

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HNT – Owies and Jim

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008

This photo is actually from the first set I took for Half Nekkid Thursday. I had planned on taking new photos tonight of the new nighties and lingerie thing I bought, but I’m really cranky today.  I had a cervical biopsy this afternoon, and I’m in achy, icky pain and feeling out of sorts.

But Jim makes it all better.

My doctor said “You might want to avoid sex tonight.” after he finished up. What he should have said is “Your vagina is going to shut down, and essentially punch you in the face. Good luck.”

I haven’t even been able to put my Nuva ring back in.  Stupid cervix.  If I didn’t think I might need you one day, I’d be really really mad.

The last time I saw him at the office it was much more fun.  He’s a very young, very polite Asian man – if he weren’t my doctor, I’d so hit on him.  For whatever reason, he needed to put a finger in my ass for part of the internal exam.

He’s talking me through it, all quiet and soothing as he’s doing it. “Ok now Wendy, I just need to put a finger in your bottom. It might hurt a little but…” boom. He was in, no trouble, not even a wince from me.  He was surprised.

I was like ‘Dude. Two nights ago I had a man put four large fingers in there, among other things. You got nothing.’

Maybe I shouldn’t be *that* honest with the doctor.

The only good thing to come out of this is now I have a photo of my cervix. Who wouldn’t want that?

Hopefully either this weekend or closer to next week I’ll get to take new pictures. I have this really pretty polka dot lingerie thing I bought. It makes my tits look bangin’.

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Critical Mass and the Sexerati

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

I was napping Tuesday afternoon, after having spent the morning coming home from my parents house, and doing some quick cleaning around my apartment. I wanted to rest up before heading to the Sexerati book release party. When I woke up, there was a message on my phone from my escort for the evening, who was too ill to attend.

I was sad, because I had been looking forward to going to the party with him, and getting my hands on him. I do so hate waiting. I also had a momentary stab of panic at having to go alone.

I’ll tell you all an open secret – confident as I seem in person, I’m often nervous in very large groups. Especially when I have to wade my way into them alone. Some of the most terrifying moment I’ve had in my life were during my residency in the funeral home, when I had to stand up in front of the families and speak, introducing the priest or decon. Its very hard to respectfully and politely get the attention of 75 people who are talking amongst themselves and grieving. No public speaking class can teach you what that is like.

If I had know how truly large the party was going to be, I might not have made it out of the house alone.

As it were, I was on the guest list for +1, and I thought I’d check in with some friends to see what they were doing, though it was short notice. I got in touch with Michael, and then Axe, who were both busy already. It was after that that I hemmed and hawed about trying to get in touch with Sebastian. There was a good chance he wouldn’t even answer, what with his track record in the past, but I happened to see him online. I pinged him, asking if he was free, and his response was to ask for my number and ask if he could call me.

This was both annoying and ominous. Annoying, because why the fuck was he asking for my number? He already had it. I know he had it. He’s called me before, all by himself with no prompting. Ominous, because if it the answer were a no, why not say so? Why call?

I gave it to him, and he immediately called. As it turns out, he was already going, and going with a date of some sort. The reason he called, which he seemed unable to articulate, as I had to do it for him, was to ask me to behave. To behave!

Of all the brass balls. What the fuck does he think I’m going to do? Fist him on the dance floor? I’m pretty sure I can’t do that anywhere with a liquor license, anyway. Not mention anal sex? Hey buddy, one of the authors is Tristan Taromino. She’s *kind* of into the buttsex. Just a little. She’s only just totally my anal idol.

As if I can’t behave myself in public around someone I slept with who is out with someone else. All he needed to have said was ‘I’m going with a date’ and I would have know. I’m not going to hit on someone who’s out on a date with someone else, unless I know that is ok. Granted, he’s only interacted with me alone, or in groups of perverts who know our predilections and relationship, and we’re all sort of naked anyway, but believe it or not, I know how to interact with people with out their dick in my mouth. Hell, I haven’t even taken my clothing off in public since college, and I’ve had much better reasons since then!

Now, I’m already annoyed at all this. Annoyed that he had apparently ‘lost’ my number. Annoyed that he was now off the market, what with a girlfriend and a date (who wasn’t his girlfriend) and all. I was not annoyed out of jealousy, by the way, but more out of humiliation. Humiliation that since I didn’t know he was seeing someone, I’d still be sending him raunchy text messages that suddenly made me uncomfortable and embarrassed, since I’m sure they were unwanted. Annoyed, that despite his claims of friendship, for whatever reason, he didn’t feel like mentioning he had a girlfriend. I never wanted to date him. He knew this. I would have been nothing but happy for him had he told me. I like my friends to be happy, in whatever way is best for them.

I’m already feeling all this, plus some nervousness about going to the party alone, when he drops another bomb. I nearly stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara wand at this one.

“So, you know, if it would make you feel uncomfortable to see me with another woman, I won’t go tonight.”

WHAT THE FUCK?

I was sure, at that point, that his ego had finally reached critical mass, and was going to blow up. Who the fuck do you think you are, that I’m going to be so upset that you’re with another woman that I would be so unable to deal with it that we couldn’t be at the same (very large) party.

Sorry buddy. You’re not that great.

We had awesome hot anal sex. We had a wonderful, amazing anal bond. Yes, I felt very intensely about it, and you. I’m an intense woman. Because the sex was unbelievable, in ways I hadn’t even known it could be. Because you have a gorgeous body, that is my physical ideal. Because I learned I could top on you.

I am so angry, and so humiliated writing this, that right now, I’m actually crying. That’s how upset I am.

We weren’t dating. I never loved you like that. You were not one of mine, nor did I want you to be. We had this conversation three goddamn times! You must think quite a bit of yourself, to think I’d be so devastated to see you with another girl.

I think this is why some other the situations with other males have been bothering me so much. I feel raw, and wounded. Everything has been scraping my temper the wrong way, making normal everyday things feel like slights, and making things that were already simply irritating me, upset me. I’ve been angry, and sad, and rather devalued. Not because he doesn’t want me anymore, but because he thought so little of me. It is hard to explain properly.

I was so furious after I hung up the phone. I was stomping around, half dressed, growling, when my roommate came home. I was actually considering not going, I was so mad. Nix talked me into it.

She said I should get all extra sexed up. I agreed. I figured, if I’m gonna go in, I’ll go in fierce.

So I found my prettiest, trampiest shirt, put it on, and made sure my make up was extra hot. I had a very nice mani/pedi to show off, my hair looked great, and I was all primped up, shaven, waxed and plucked.

I really wish I took some pictures. I’ll have to get a shot of this shirt at some point anyway. Its fucking hot. Its got open work metal and jewels on the front, and its a halter top that says, ‘Yeah, look at these tits, mother fucker!’

I went. I even splurged on a cab, because I wanted to make sure I got there earlier enough to get a gift bag. As I got there, I found Lolita, Ace of Hearts, and other people I knew, and went in with them.

Upstairs was packed, so we all headed downstairs, where I stayed for most of the party. I drank, found friends, talked to lots of people, and had good times. I saw Sebastian (How could I not? He towers over a crowd) but I didn’t approach him. I was too mad. I had all sorts of evil thoughts about not behaving just to piss him off. Doing something outlandish. However, he does have two of my books, that I want back. So, I behaved. (I wonder if he realizes that I will hunt him down for those books? I don’t let books go lightly.) We did talk eventually, and I doubt he realized how angry I was until he got home and read the email I shot off to him before I left for the party, chastising him for being a douchetard.

I was still pretty skittish, so I stuck close to people I knew, until I had a few drinks in me. Eventually, I wandered around a bit. One of my friends brought me over to the seating area that had been converted from shower stalls, and I ran into Jefferson there. We hadn’t spoken since February, and it was nice to catch up. I hope it made a bit of a positive change in the state of things. I need to pick his brain for his fried chicken recipe.

All in all, it was a fun party. I sadly did not win any of the raffles, but they were fun to watch and cheer on. I made plans to grab some nosh afterward with friends. I got my gift bag, which was filled with all sorts of things necessary for perverts. Lube, chap stick, mints, and alcohol. My favourite, however, was a shot glass that was promoting the company that makes promotional gift bags. I found it delightfully ironic.

The best part of the night, for me, was at the very end. I stopped to buy one of Tristan’s DVD’s. I sat next to her chatting a bit while she got ready to sign it. When she asked my name, and I told her, she said “Oh, *you’re* Wendy Blackheart?” in such a tone of surprise.

Holy shit. I nearly came right there. She knew who I was. I can’t explain how happy that made me. I’ve adored this woman since I was 16. She helped shape my love of ass!

Now, not only am I sitting right next to her (and oooh, she’s really pretty) but she’s aware of who I am!

That totally made my night. Really. Sebastian may have been a fucktard, I may have been nervous to be alone, but goddamn it, Tristan knows who I am.

When I was 16, I never thought I’d even get to meet Tristan Taromino, let alone go to her book release party! Hehe. It’s so cool!

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Sugasm #133

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #134? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Giving a Damn
“Something happened somewhere along the way, though. I began to care.”

Catalina loves “Better Sex Through Yoga”
“I’ve tried a lot of things, as you can imagine, but there were even a few new things in there for me!”

Reality Check: Dealing With Assholes
“Being able to decline a call is great but bills still need to be paid.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
The Secret Lives of Plants

More Sugasm
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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Infidelity – An International Pastime
Misc. Letters
Rant: Strip clubs are for customers, not dancers
Top Ten Law Phrases That Sound Dirty, but Aren’t

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Mistress Claire Adams Dominates Sarah Jane Ceylon on Hogtied
Sasha Grey HotMovies Interview
Site Review: Into The Attic
The Ultimate Smoking Fetish Movie – Julie Simone’s Smoking Interviews 3

Erotic Writing and Experiences
And Closer Still
Doin’ It Like A Porn Star
Fucking the co-worker
Ode to Anal – Sebastian, and the anal bond
The Ruf Guide to Coital Stamina
She’s Got Teeth
Smoking please.
So… who are you tonight?
Subway Ride
The West End Experience

Sex Work
My Naughty Thoughts

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bedroom Radio #15: JohnBaku of FetLife and the G Twist Vibrator
Bouquet
Duck Race HNT
Flirtatious little bows -HNT
Guy fucks a black mouth in free video
Half-Nekkid @5:30 am
Hot Asian webcam girl made me cum hard
Julia S. – Bellisssima
Missed Show Punishment Spanking – Video Clip
Mistress Seven and Mistress Porsche Lynn shopping
Mistress Zena trampling a lucky sub
Putu (Hegre-Art)
Video: Cock Teasing, Twice-Coming Fun!

Sex Advice
Advice: My Boyfriend Won’t Go Down on Me
Greater Intimacy Through Tantric Sex
On Desire
Reader Asks: I Haven’t Met Her, But Should She Leave Him?
Smelling Like Sweet Romance?? – The Dangers of Douching

BDSM & Fetish
Anniversary, fatigue and quickies
Another Interesting Morning
Arrival
Beating
Follow My Rules-Part II
Haunt Hunt, But No Goth Cunt
Learning My Limits (part 3)
My IMsL 2008 Trip – Part 6
Parachutes and Panties
Stock and Bonds, ch. 2
Summertime, And The Piggies Are Easy
Underneath

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