Wednesday, February 20, 2008


I've been eagerly anticipating the weekly Sugasm for almost 2 years and now that I have my own blog, some of which has to do with sex, I finally get to be in it! Check it out (I contributed the njoy review). I especially enjoy the erotica and all the pretty (sexy) pictures every week :)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Catalina loves Fantasies (about Friends)
Clit Notes
Erin with a capital oooaaaaahhh
I saw and I came!
I will take Pancakes with a side of Camel Toe!
No Special Occasion
Phantom Fire
A Promise Kept
Quickie in men's room
The Reunion (Part I)
Wake me up with your tongue a Friday night bedtime story

Sex Advice
The 3 Best Positions for MFM Threesomes
I Didn't Use a Condom
The Rule of Blowjobs for Women

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
The Bedpost Interview: Lux Alptraum
Cop Seduced By Hot Tranny & Forced To Suck Cock
Njoy fun wand
Ode to my hitachi magic wand
Screaming Orgasm from Mr Vacuum
Review: Working Sex, Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry
Stoya Bot HotMovies Interview
Texas Make Up For Lost Time With FREE Sex Toys!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Commercialising Romance or "I bought you this card now where's my blowjob?"
Feminist Carnival #53
Of Lust, Loss, Film Stars & Humor (Or, Get Me On Vince's Bus)
Polyamory is SCARY!

Sex Work
Hazards of the Biz
Pictures from Last Night: Playing Dress Up

BDSM & Fetish
Dark Hearts…A BDSM Fantasy
The Empty Gas Tank - my first spanking video!
Gabriel, and self realization
I Love
Losing my virginity…with canes WF #4
She likes to feel pretty.
Shoe Slut
Smutty Talk

Sex Humor
How To Tell If That Domme You're Emailing Is Really A Man
How Do You Explain It?
Unusual And Tasteless Gifts For Valentine's Day

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Black lips suck cock the best
Fetish Model January Seraph Is Tied To A Table Top
The Heart knows it's presence, Unbound
Kristyna - Funny Shave
Met Art: Lisa, Sharon & Jenya; Monika; Valleria; Vika
My reading on YouTube
Nude by Didier Carre
The Red HNT
Satine Phoenix Is A Feminine Feline Fantasy In This Corset And Collar

Monday, February 11, 2008

Racism on Good Morning America

There's a lot of subtle racism that goes on and its everywhere: in our everyday interactions, in our schools, in our systems, and in our institutions. The media is definitely no exception: the morning news and our national newspapers often seem like mere vehicles for disseminating xenophobic views of foreign countries and their terrorist ways. As I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning, chomping on my delicious cereal, watching GMA (which is probably a horrible habit but it's just too boring to sit and eat alone in silence), a particular lifestyle story came up that absolutely appalled me. It was about this little black boy who had been rude to his teacher in class and as a punishment, his mother made him stand on a street outside of the school holding a sign about how sorry he was that he was rude and how he had learned his lesson.

Of course, the reporting was done by token Robin Roberts, the token black woman on the show who tends to do the interviews and reporting whenever black people are involved. The segment focused on the tactic of humiliating punishment and whether it was effective or whether it would just breed resentment in the child: in this case, Roland, the little boy testified to having learned his lesson from the punishment, that he's "got to do good in school and do right". Good Morning America chose to focus on the parenting tactics of a black mom, at times portraying her treatment of her child as near-abusive (they tried to straddle the fence in weighing whether or not the punishment was effective but they sure did talk a whole lot about whether or not this experience would scar Roland).

Why did this trivial story make it to the national news? This image of black people not knowing how to do anything, including parent their own children, sickens me to my stomach and you know what? It's not just a coincidence either. Paired with this anecdote, GMA also included reminders and pictures of previous featured stories about similar sign-holding-in-public punishments that other parents has doled out to their children. Why did the slideshow consist only of black parents punishing their children in "questionable" ways? Why is it that white people and white media somehow get to be the arbiters of black people's lives?

I visited GMA's website to get a picture for this post and there was a column of related articles, including a link that beckoned me to "click here!" if I had an out of control child. Really? Okay. Personally, I think the problem is out of control ABC/NBC/CNN news networks. Anyhoo, I clicked on the link and lo and behold, a book about Parenting Defiant Children. On the cover? A smiling, formerly out-of-control black kid (complete with afro) now under complete control because a white man taught him how to behave. We should in no way perceive this as an isolated incident. Look closer: be on your toes when exposed to media and ask yourself what their portrayals, not only of people of color, but also of white people are saying about whiteness and non-whites. Otherwise, not just little black boys, but all of us, will be parented by the patriarchal, old, white men of the media, of the health care system, and of the government.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

njoy fun wand

Being a college student and whatnot, I don't exactly have a stash of money to spend on accumulating a stash of sex toys. Compared to mythic arsenals that rival Babeland's stock (see: how essinem had so many sex toys that she needed a suitcase!!! to store them all), I only have the meager-est of pantries. But what I do have has been carefully selected or, in the case of my ridiculously effective Babeland Silver Bullet, free. The other two are the Ace Plug and the njoy fun wand. I haven't spent too much quality time with the Ace yet but the fun wand was worth every one of the 8000 pennies that I handed over to Babeland for it.

I love researching everything before actually buying or going: cafes, restaurants, shops, parks, you name it. It's almost an obsession, really: an obsession with knowing what to expect before actually showing up. For Babeland, I had researched Kegel exercisers and actually walked into the store with the full intention of buying the Kegelcisor, which sounds oddly as if my cunt would be morphing into Arnold Schwarzenneger. Sure, it had substantial weight and it was nicely made and everything but it's called a vaginal barbell...not exactly my idea of something worth spending 8000 pennies on. Especially not after the nice lady at Babeland turned my attention to the fun wand: one look and I was enamored: so shiny! so curvy! so orgasm-y! The rest is history and you don't exactly have to guess which one I bought.

Ever since having it, I think I've only masturbated once without it. Read: the njoy fun wand has completely changed the way I masturbate for the better. I haven't really gotten to the point where anal play by myself feels orgasmic so I've only explored the uses of the long end with the swollen tip but nevertheless, I'd definitely say I'm getting my money's worth. The chill of the metal is unforgiving and startling in the best of ways: if you're trying to deny that you're fucking yourself with a toy (for whatever reason), your efforts will be futile. But once you get going with it (I like how the beads on the other end make it fantastically easy to grip so that I can use the other hand to play with my clit or use my bullet vibe), the results are AMAZING: it warms up to body temperature in under a minute and when you take it out after that, you can feel the hot metal, warmed from the depths of your very own vagina. There's something undeniably sexy about this dildo, even when its not fucking me. Taking it out after use, seeing my own juicy wetness coating the entire length is obscene... but it also arouses me all over again.

And for this, the njoy fun wand gets five stars and a significant portion of the love in my heart.

Now if only I had upwards of $200 to spend on the njoy perfect eleven...

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

I'm Rooting for You, Bladder!

I'm quite a fan of reading blogs, mostly about cupcakes and sex and...that's about it. Maybe a bit of tech or interesting tidbit stuff like on Anyways, among the sex blogs I've read and others that have dealt a lot with the body, women have occasionally wrote about UTIs, how much of a pain it was to get the antibiotics, and how much of a nuisance the actual infection was (on a side note, I just realized that every single blog I read is written by a woman/women). "Oh, it'll never happen to me", I thought. Because, really, you get UTI's via hygiene problems (eg: wiping back to front) or switching from anal to cunt-al sex without taking off the condom/cleaning certain hard appendages/etc. But oh, breaking one of these rules is easier than you might think...

I had sex with my boyfriend on Friday night and because I had my DivaCup inside of me, we opted for anal sex instead of the slightly messier alternative--we were, after all, having sex in a car. Somewhere in the middle, though, he slipped out--as you might expect, bendy anal sex in the backseat of a car is no comfortable, splay-your-bodies-out feat. While trying to get back inside, his penis accidentally nudged into the opening of my vagina and...apparently, whoop! There you go.

That's the only incident that I can possibly think of that caused it. Anyways, on Monday morning, while I was at work, I suddenly got extremely dizzy and slightly nauseous: in an instant, I went from feeling alert to feeling weak and having strobe-light eyesight. It got so bad that I had to leave work early and my coworker noted that I was extremely flushed. I seem to have this knack of feeling
exactly when something infects my body: I had shingles back in December (random, right? That was another ailment that I'd heard/read about but never really bothered to read more about, figuring it was irrelevant to me and my health...medicinal karma?) and a similar thing happened where all of a sudden, I felt uneasy and restless...and itchy.

For both shingles and this UTI, I'm having to take anti-whatevers (anti-virals for shingles and anti-biotics for the UTI). I always feel like I'm doing my body harm in the long-run by taking them since it only provides an opportunity for germy-icky things to learn about the drugs I'm using to kill them and then they can fight better the next time. But
goddamn, this hurts. For those of you who've had a UTI, you know what I mean. For those of you that haven't, imagine what it's like to pee when you feel like you've been "holding it" for an hour. You rush into the bathroom and frantically unzip/unbutton your pantalones and pee like there's no tomorrow...and maybe sigh with relief while you're at it. Yeah, well having a UTI is like that...except when you sit on the toilet to pee, only a tiny stream comes out and when that pitiful stream ends, there's this huge, cramping pain in your bladder. For me, it was so bad that I'd double over and mentally swear at my UTI. After a disproportionately inconvenient amount of work, I've acquired cranberry juice (the pure, unsweetened kind, which is odd since I've never had it before and its ridiculously tart) and my antibiotics.

I think I've drank over 5 liters of water today...that's got to be bordering-bad for your body. The odd thing is: even though I'm drinking a lot of fluids, I'm still not peeing as much as I normally would if I drank that much water. Where the fuck is all of this water going???

Anyways, I've divided my time to focusing my concentration on sending love to my bladder to help it fight the nasty bacteria and to studying.