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Making It a Religious Experience 2007-02-21 04:21:02 I was so thrilled to see this in the news today:
A church is acknowledging the fact that people have sex.
And not just even married people. It’s acknowledging that teens are having sex. That couples become frustrated over it. That unsatisfactory sex can end marriages. Quite frankly, they’re acknowledging what everyone has been thinking and no one has said.
This was very good news, following the sex-toy debacle in Alabama. And there is still news regarding that: in one city, an adult store has been fighting the law since it hit the book, and they’ve remained open under a nine-year moratorium that allows them to still sell while appeals are ongoing. Guess what? Clock’s winding down.
And one of my readers emailed me to point out a very strange part of the Alabama law: the ban is on toys specifically designed to stimulate HUMAN genitalia.
The lucky, lucky bovine of Alabama are still happy.
Sexier news tomorrow, boys and girls. sex toys, church, ban, Alabam
Educational Porn 2007-02-20 04:41:55
It was a lazy afternoon. My curls were sticking to my forehead as we sat in his studio, trying to find something to keep us busy between jobs. Like any artist, his studio was decorated with the breadwinning jobs: weddings, senior portraits, and sorority functions. They weren’t his passion; he loved doing artistic photography.
He was browsing his portfolio online when he called me over to see a shot he had taken at the recent modeling convention he’d attended. I had been asked to go, but as always, politely declined; it would be unseemly for us to attend together. Unprofessional.
Didn’t matter that there was an unspoken heat between us. Didn’t matter.
The shot was lovely, with a slender blonde silhouetted in a doorway. He had an eye for the curves of a woman, and he had the skill of making any woman feel like she was the only one in the room. Being cut from the same cloth, I knew his mode of operandi.. he was a player. I was too. We were good at what Read more:Porn
Educational Porn 2007-02-20 04:41:55
It was a lazy afternoon. My curls were sticking to my forehead as we sat in his studio, trying to find something to keep us busy between jobs. Like any artist, his studio was decorated with the breadwinning jobs: weddings, senior portraits, and sorority functions. They weren’t his passion; he loved doing artistic photography.
He was browsing his portfolio online when he called me over to see a shot he had taken at the recent modeling convention he’d attended. I had been asked to go, but as always, politely declined; it would be unseemly for us to attend together. Unprofessional.
Didn’t matter that there was an unspoken heat between us. Didn’t matter.
The shot was lovely, with a slender blonde silhouetted in a doorway. He had an eye for the curves of a woman, and he had the skill of making any woman feel like she was the only one in the room. Being cut from the same cloth, I knew his mode of operandi.. he was a player. I was too. We were good at what Read more:Porn
In the Back Halls 2007-02-19 03:07:06
I exited off stage right, and sighed. Another children’s show; this time, I was playing a fairy. I was dressed from head to toe in blue glitter. There was nothing sexy about me. And that’s exactly how I felt.
I entered the offstage hall and took a deep breath. A guy dressed completely in black was sitting back there. He had a headset on. He tried to catch my eyes, but I walked past him. “Alrighty then,” he said.
I heard him following me. “So.. what ARE you?” he asked.
I whirled around on my heels. “I’m a fairy,” I hissed. “What the hell are you?”
He was taken aback. “I’m.. I’m.. I’m working the show next door. George Jones. I do his sound.”
I shrugged. “So I got the better end of life in that deal,” I said and spun back around and kept walking.
“Wait,” he said, jogging to catch up with me. “You look to be about my age.” He smelled like
In the Back Halls 2007-02-19 03:07:06
I exited off stage right, and sighed. Another children’s show; this time, I was playing a fairy. I was dressed from head to toe in blue glitter. There was nothing sexy about me. And that’s exactly how I felt.
I entered the offstage hall and took a deep breath. A guy dressed completely in black was sitting back there. He had a headset on. He tried to catch my eyes, but I walked past him. “Alrighty then,” he said.
I heard him following me. “So.. what ARE you?” he asked.
I whirled around on my heels. “I’m a fairy,” I hissed. “What the hell are you?”
He was taken aback. “I’m.. I’m.. I’m working the show next door. George Jones. I do his sound.”
I shrugged. “So I got the better end of life in that deal,” I said and spun back around and kept walking.
“Wait,” he said, jogging to catch up with me. “You look to be about my age.” He smelled like
Sad, Sad State.. of Affairs 2007-02-17 05:05:41 As documented in both Violet Blue’s site and BoingBoing, today was indeed a dark day in the fair state of Alabama. In short, the judicial court of Alabama has decided to uphold the ban on sex toys.
Admittedly, I have visited the lovely state of Alabama, and I would go out of my mind if I was denied the right to pleasure myself with any toy that I’ve chosen.
Did you know that vibrators were actually marketed in the late 1890s and early 1900s as medical devices? That’s right, folks; doctors believed that manually stimulating a woman’s clitoris to climax would rid her mind of hysterical outbursts. (Although, let’s be frank; if ole doc was doing a halfway decent job, it would RESULT in hysterical outbursts.) Doctors carried vibrators with them to ease the strain on their hands.
Since Alabama doesn’t seem to be far beyond the 1900s in many ways of thinking, why can’t we stick with that rationale? Why must we hide behind the moniker of “mari Read more:Affairs
Sad, Sad State.. of Affairs 2007-02-17 05:05:41 As documented in both Violet Blue’s site and BoingBoing, today was indeed a dark day in the fair state of Alabama. In short, the judicial court of Alabama has decided to uphold the ban on sex toys.
Admittedly, I have visited the lovely state of Alabama, and I would go out of my mind if I was denied the right to pleasure myself with any toy that I’ve chosen.
Did you know that vibrators were actually marketed in the late 1890s and early 1900s as medical devices? That’s right, folks; doctors believed that manually stimulating a woman’s clitoris to climax would rid her mind of hysterical outbursts. (Although, let’s be frank; if ole doc was doing a halfway decent job, it would RESULT in hysterical outbursts.) Doctors carried vibrators with them to ease the strain on their hands.
Since Alabama doesn’t seem to be far beyond the 1900s in many ways of thinking, why can’t we stick with that rationale? Why must we hide behind the moniker of “mari Read more:Affairs
Let the Curtain Fall 2007-02-16 00:34:06 “House to half.”
A hush fell over the crowd of people, although a few wiggly children could still be heard, squirming with excitement. The impatience began to hover over the mass, and a collective pulse started.
“House out.”
Silence now settled into the darkened theatre. Out wandered a fully-grown jester, and the children sat on the edges of their seats, eagerly anticipating what might come next.
He stood perched up on the catwalk, dressed in jeans and a dark t-shirt. Yawning, he tried to find something amusing to focus on until he was needed. Adults dressed as animals? Check. Terribly blocked town meeting scene? Check. Parents thinking this was the best production since sliced bread because their children were in it? Check. He yawned again. Yep, he thought, REALLY glad I agreed to help here.
He settled back onto the railing and crossed his arms. The murmur of his headset droned too loudly, so he turned it down. With that buzzing gone from his ear, he heard a sof
Let the Curtain Fall 2007-02-16 00:34:06 “House to half.”
A hush fell over the crowd of people, although a few wiggly children could still be heard, squirming with excitement. The impatience began to hover over the mass, and a collective pulse started.
“House out.”
Silence now settled into the darkened theatre. Out wandered a fully-grown jester, and the children sat on the edges of their seats, eagerly anticipating what might come next.
He stood perched up on the catwalk, dressed in jeans and a dark t-shirt. Yawning, he tried to find something amusing to focus on until he was needed. Adults dressed as animals? Check. Terribly blocked town meeting scene? Check. Parents thinking this was the best production since sliced bread because their children were in it? Check. He yawned again. Yep, he thought, REALLY glad I agreed to help here.
He settled back onto the railing and crossed his arms. The murmur of his headset droned too loudly, so he turned it down. With that buzzing gone from his ear, he heard a sof
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