It’s my BIRTHDAY EVE so I thought I’d PUT OUT for all ya’all!!! WOW what a MONTH I’ve had. Busy with work; super busy with PLAY; sex play, water play, toy play, secret play 😉 LOTS of orgasms, bliss all around. Birthday bliss is the BEST.
I’m baaaaaaack! WOW isn’t summer awesome! I just got back from attending the Targhee Music Festival last weekend. Sooooo much fun in an absolutely spectacular setting – at the base of the Teton Range. Fuels the soul, feeds the heart, invigorates the privates!
When there is a holiday… and I travel… and I lose track of time… I need more time!
Stay tuned for a post; coming sooooooon!
Hint: “anyone out there like golden showers”?
This week I’ve been contemplating how much HOW WE FEEL about ourselves and our bodies correlates with how we feel naked in front of a mirror, in the bedroom, and in BED with our lover. OF COURSE it does, right?
While I was lying in bed this morning contemplating today’s posting (and masturbating) I wondered: Do you feel guilty for your fantasies? If you do, I would like to empower you to NOT feel guilty any longer.
There can be times when we don’t feeeeeeel like having sex. There are times when your partner doesn’t feeeeeeel like having sex. It’s not anyone else’s job to make sure you are fully, sexually satisfied. It’s your job, and yours alone.
Taking this week OFF (yes, also getting off).
Please go to Kim Anami’s video, link below:
Sorry for the delayed post!!!! The holiday weekend set me back a day. Smooches!!!
Ohhhh birth control. .. even without taking into consideration the onslaught of political BS that is swirling around regarding women’s access to this all-important product, I have quite a lot to say.
First of all, let’s discuss CYCLES. It’s fairly easy and obvious to know that planning pregnancy or making sure pregnancy only happens WHEN WE REALLY WANT IT TO HAPPEN is a fairly “easy” thing to do. Yet, we fail at this time and again. Why is that??
I would venture to say it’s because there’s a HUGE disconnect happening here… and both women and men are guilty.
HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP.
It’s difficult to type with so many tears streaming down my face, clouding my vision. Dammit. But, it’s the direction I’m gonna go with, it’s the sentiment I will run with. When fully living life, the emotions will flow. You know, when it’s good, it’s GOOD; but when it’s bad, it fucking SUCKS ASS.
HOW SCARY AM I?
What I’ve been pondering lately is HOW this blog makes men feel, in general, and about ME, more specifically. I mean, I’m single so if a guy’s interested in me or if I’m interested in him – is it a very good idea to tell him about this blog? It seems like I would terrify and scare every man off.