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I heard a story about a woman who was having a boob job from the book the breastfeeding diaries by Kate Davies. I can’t verify if this is true, but it made me think, and I thought it was hilarious. I know that getting a breast enhancement isn’t a unique event given the amount of silicone you see bobbing around, and this story is an important safety tip if you are thinking about doing more than one procedure at the same time. And while I’m on the subject of silicone breasts, can someone tell me why do fake boobs sound different? If you’ve been in enough hot tubs or locker rooms as I have, you see some great augmentations, and some seriously hacked up tits. But surgically altered boobs make a different sound when jostled, and never seem to hang the way that other breasts that haven’t gone under the knife seem to do.
Anyway, the story I heard was that this woman decided to use some of the fat from her boob job to be inserted into her lips, so she could have the fuller, poutier Angelina-like mouth. A few years later, this woman got pregnant, and the cellular memory from her breast tissue became engorged and puffed up her already puffy lips to the point of ridicule. The oxytocin – one of the pregnancy hormones that affects breast tissue, impacted that tissue, even if it moved a little further north. The moral of the story is to take the fat from your belly or ass if injecting it into your lips. I’m looking to find the science of this, but either way the possibilities amused me.
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Apparently the new Harley Davidson motorcycles are being released today, which was big news in the sex information news. It doesn’t take much of leap to understand the parallels between all that vibrating chrome and sex, but even I was surprised at the emphasis the sex sites were putting on the launch. Until you’ve ridden one (especially with bad shocks and a muffler problem), you don’t get their link with sex. I think for men they are a big, shiny phallic symbol (besides being cool in black leather), but for women they really are all about the whole body orgasm. You can’t miss the pictures of hot women straddling the smooth seat and posting up and down. It’s why girls love horseback riding. Instant orgasms. Although these new Harley’s don’t have the western horn at the front of the seat like in horse saddles, which I think is an omission. In looking at the site with all the extras, there isn’t a mototcycle seat with a built in bump, or vibrating front mechanism. I wonder how they would sell? And maybe it’s time for some enterprising motorcycle inventor to come up with one. I really might consider buying a shiny motorocycle if that was the case. Maybe I should send a suggestion letter to Doc Johnson the toy manufacturer? Either way, look for the new shiny bikes with their happy girl riders coming to a bumpy road near you. Smile.
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No need to be shy about taking off your clothes. In case you haven’t heard today marks the beggining of nude recreation week, and if you ever had any interest in frolicing outside naked and exposing your privates to air, sunshine and the occasional mosquito bite, now is the time to strip. On until the 16th of July think of suggesting a clothing optional activity to your sweetie and taking a chance to increase your vitamin D level by streaking. Having been to a variety of nude beaches all over the world, I am always struck by the same things. The first is how ordinary people are. I think it was my friend Gerry the mailman who said that “if you stopped a busload of people and had everyone strip, that is the typical group of nudists”. Big, small, old, young, tattooed, and wrinkly, you learn pretty quickly that everyone has the same parts. Secondly, that once people take their clothes off they relax, are less uptight, and more likely to engage in genuine conversation- rather than just smiling and nodding at you as you would with strangers at any other beach or campground. It’s also liberating to shed some of those body image issues that I believe every woman (and man men) have. Time to embrace your new skin, and shed some of what you’re hiding behind. Happy Nude Recreation Week, think of the fun and games you can have in your office this week!
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I was happened to be doing a google keyword search about which sex terms were the most popular, and I was astounded to see the number of searches of individuals looking for clear information about giving and receiving anal sex. It made me wonder if the numbers of North American's putting part A into tightly compacted slot B was on the upthrust? 🙂
According to my friend Cory Silverberg from Come as You Are, in Toronto the numbers are that approximately 25% of heterosexual
adults in the US have engaged in anal sex at least once. And the Anal sex YES site estimates that between 5% and 10% engage in the activity regularly, and cites a survey indicating that 6% of women and 8% of men engage in anal sex at least once a month. These numbers seem to be consistent with the most current stats out of the 2002 National survey of Family Growth suggested that 34 percent of men, and 30 percent of women had tried it ( at least once) in their (or their partner's) rear.
Based on my callers and anecdotal discussions with lots of radio guests I would have guessed about 30% of people use it as a regular part of their bedroom play. I learned everything I tell my listeners about anal sex from a great interview I did in the early 90's with Nina Hartley (during her porn star days. An interview I regularly regret not keeping). She talks of how to avoid hemorrhoids, making sure the receiving party gets a diet rich in fiber, and using a water enema to keep your colon clean before the big plunge. However try finding an enema bag in any modern drug store that isn't medicated and disposable is almost an impossibility. Lastly, she uses lots and lots and extra lots of a good silicone lube as the anus isn't much of a source of fluid. 
Given the numbers of internet browsers looking for more than just the dirty pictures, I'll see if I can troubleshoot an anal beginners checklist for anyone thinking they may want to join the revolution and increase the participation up from 30%.
There is a quote this morning from 51 year old Kim Cattrall. Now I think Kim is cool. She's a Canadian girl who did a book about sex, she played the maneater Samatha on Sex in the City (complete with an amazing wardrobe), and says that sex is getting better as she ages.
She tells Britain's Cosmopolitanmagazine, "Everyone expects great-looking guys and beautiful women to be having great sex. That's not true. I always had a sexy image on camera, but I wasn't having a fabulous sex life.
"Why? Because you can't be intimate with an image. Similarly, I remember going to bed with a really good-looking ladies' man, in the hope he'd teach me what I'd been missing. He didn't."
I thought about that a bit, and know for sure that great sexual abilities are not bestowed on the beautiful. Thank God, or we would have to hate them more. What is sexy is confidence, and individuals who are in love and hot for each other. I say in my Quivering Jello book, that when interviewing women about orgasms, the best sex is messy. Not being afraid to screw up your face, bodily fluids, strange noises, hair-in-your-mouth, arched back and belly jiggling, that- in my opinion- constitutes good sex.
So you want to pick out who would be hottest in bed? Watch women dancing. The one who looks good shuffling around isn't who you are looking for. You want the crazy dancer, flailing around, who is not afraid to express herself on the dance floor. Chances are, she won't be afraid to "jump inthe saddle" and try the somewhat kinky things, or not worry about messing up her hair. Those are the women you want to sleep with.
I’ve been watching more hockey lately. ast night it was the Philidelphia and Washington game (Philly 4-3 in double overtime). Which despite being the good Canadian girl that I am, atching hockey and turning into a hockey fan is a new thing for me. I always know Monday Night Football usually meant sex at halftime (the fastest three minutes in football), but now I’m getting it after the hockey games. I realized hockey acts like foreplay for me. I get to snuggle up with my love who is an avid fan, increase our testosterone level (as watching sports is supposed to do), and I get to see fit men sporting lots of facial hair. At least at this time of year. You may not know this (as I only found out last night) that professional athletes stop shaving and don’t start again until they are eliminated from contention. Which for those of us who think beards are sexy, is a very good thing. I realized that is why I watched the Stanley Cup Playoffs last year with the now golfing Ottawa Senators and that team that Scott 
Neidermayer (that hotty) captains from California. There was something about a 35 year old BC raised environmentalist that captured my imagination (shown without the beard sadly in this picture). It’s the time of year when baby-faced 19 year old hockey playing rookies, actually look like real men. Out of control beards (a la crazy bush only scruffier), make the hockey playoff very interesting. And if you can get sex between the periods (provided Don Cherry doesn’t come on and completely spoil the mood), it makes for a very entertaining evening. Something to think about if your guy is watching the playoffs tonight. smile.
I’m such a geek.
I love cool technology, everything from the slick ipod’s to the die in the wool old style vibrators. I love how gadgets make my life richer. Especially ones with batteries included. I was reading today about the evolution in the Ivibe rabbits. Think of new personalized pink, purple, and blue beaded toys (like the famous original) that vibrate to a wireless frequency that your partner alone programs, and can attach to a cell phone to be turn on from a distance. Your long distance lover could turn it on, control the speed, turn the frequency up to eleven, and have you screaming, and writhing in no time.
I was biting my lip at the very thought of it.
I was thinking about the benefits of technology, as I was playing with a couple of newly purchased webcams tonight. Between that and skype, (free online long distance)they are far, far more personal than a typical telephone call. And much more fun. I didn’t break down and buy the more expensive HD type- all the rage with amateur porn stars (or so I read), but the price point is climbing below $200 and dropping rapidly. Fooling around with the test ones in the store, the possibilities in high def are cool, and you can really can see everything (I mean everything) in living, crystal-clear color.
In an article published last month by Canada Newswire spoke of the new revolution in brothels, using HD, especially out of Eastern Europe. The Madam’s are using this technology, along with some simple streaming where you can watch your favorite hooker having sex with men for a low monthly fee as if you were a fly on the wall. And the catch for the men visiting these specific “red light” venues is that the services are free. Yes, a free boff. You just have to sign a waver saying that you agree to be broadcast to an audience of members all critiquing your performance and equipment.
They are lined up to get in. Free sex, a chance to exhibit to the masses, and a good use of technology. Think of the fame. I’m tempted to sign up for a month just for the curiosity factor. The sex therapist checking out the technique of Ukrainian brothel goers. It sounds like a novel thesis topic for some budding (and perverted) sex researcher.
It’s a good thing I don’t know any. Smile.
"Nothing says Hello Sailor better than ruby red lipstick"…
In between working on my book yesterday, I was sent a utube video of a burlesque dance troop (Miss Mitzy Cream) I like so much.
girls in pasties… There is something about the fun, sassy nature of retro, full-figured dancers with great gams, dancing up a storm that makes me want to run out and try it. Conventional stripping – albeit interesting- doesn’t make me want to run out and find a pole. But burlesque is so cool! There are first class burlesque teams (Blue light, Harlem Shake, and Mitzy Cream and the kittens) that tour around, and it is my not-so-secret desire to throw on the feathers and bubbles and peel down to a g-string and hang with some of these women.
It’s the art of flirting, bring you close and push you away that is seems so much fun. In a world of Paris Hilton (ick), I find that it is the retro women – Audrey Hepburn, Betty Page, and now the former Mrs. Marilyn Manson, the burlesque dancer Dita Von Teese cool corsets that I most want to emulate. Smart, ballsy women, with smart marketing, and a sense of their own sexuality are way cooler than any porn star around. So, in a year of new beginnings, one of my New Year’s resolutions is to reinvent myself as super cool as some of those larger than life glamor girls. Now pass the lipstick.
When you ask women about the top things they find sexy in a man, and you get a bunch of different answers. Things like great ass, smile, hands, attentive, good father, well dressed etc. But almost everyone of those women list a sense of humour in the top three. I think having wit, and being able to see humour in things is essential for me to get in the mood. You make me laugh, and you can have your way with me. Sex is funny. Being funny is sexy. And if you can’t make me laugh, or at least laugh at things I find funny, you are going to leave me cold.
I love stand up comedy. You take men that most women wouldn’t find attractive in another setting, and have them get on stage making the audience laugh, and you have to fight the women off. I watched the groupies flirt with the comics after the show, and know that all this guy has to do is ask for the close, and the girl is his. Women are attracted to confidence, men who stand out, and ones who make us laugh. Humour is like a great lubricant. It ease the passage, makes a good experience great, and smooths over the bumps. I also learn alot watching a man laugh. It can tell you just how twisted they are (a good quality in my estimation), and they let their guard down. You see the real person and break down barriers faster than anything but adventure camping.
So comedy nights rank right up there as my favourite date activities. Get your guy laughing and good things happen. grin.
I’ve taken to buying a few more books of erotic literature lately. Mainly short stories, (light bedtime reading), and a few "grown-up fairy tales" tops the list of recent purchases. Creative, well-written erotica will get me hotter than any porn movie ever has. Like most women, I’m turned on by what I hear, and imagine (smell ranks high up there as well), and less by what I see. So having me read out loud and pronounciate the dirty words, is a turn on. Me talking to myself. Don’t call the guys with the padded room, but you might see my lips moving when I am reading hot stories by myself, it’s to turn me on more. I’m really only slightly cracked. Erotica is about completing the pictures in my head, so I make the scenario work for me. The images are to my persoanl, specific pleasure, not some porn director, and the lighting is always perfect in my head. Having been on a porn shoot, I know that it is way, way, way less about sex, and far more about work. And bad lighting, and close up of black roots takes away from the fantasy.
Reading a Susie Bright anthology (she’s interesting, but completely erratic in what she publishes), but this passage caught my fancy.
"She had the taste of sex: sweat, salt, that fruity lotion, yeast, his own spit, the sweet, bacterial tang of a well-soeaped ass. He wanted to establish her pleasure before he touched her there, so he slipped her fingers inside. He had long ago ceased trying devine the mysterious insides of a woman. There were spots that felt good, warm, fleshy knobs. sudden pockets of air-he had no idea. He took his cues from the responses he drew, though most women refused to sepak plainly about what pleased them, and when, and how. it was part of something larger, an inhibition about naming the acts of pleasure. They wanted an instinctual understanding." (page 218, The Nasty Kind Always Are, by Steve Almond)
Not the porn or Penthouse letters ("I never thought it would happen to me….."), more of a thinking girl’s kind of raunch. And it works evert time. Smile.
Spent some more money on lingerie yesterday. I’m a bit depraved on the subject. I gave away chests of the damn stuff after my kids were born when my body completely changed sizes in every way, but have found recently I can’t close my underwear drawer again. And passing the new selection of fall bras in the store yesterday again I couldn’t resist. 38 C, the same size as my Mother. Slightly lopsided, and beginging to show signs of the near six years of nursing I did. Push up bras are such a marvelous invention.
I asked the girls who came over to gab last night if they had the same fixation. And to the one they did. So what is it about great lingerie (that I take off at the first opportunity, and that hardly anyone sees…) that is so appealing? The feeling of being sexy under your clothes,. the knowledge of new things next to your most delicate parts, and the idea that if the opportunity presents itself, someone might make appreciative noises. Or maybe I just like it. So if you want to score points with me, ask to see my new bra. Who knows I may just give you the "girls gone wild" view. cheeky grin. Or at least I’ll tell you what colour I’m wearing today.
I’ve been bantering aound the definative list of sexual adventures one should try before they die. I was reading an article in Men’s Health magazine that sited a British study saying that men over 70 who, in looking back at over their lives regretted things they didn’t do, rather than things they did. Not changing jobs, not taking personal chances, and not getting enough, and varied sexual experiences topped the list of lifetime regrets.
This coupled with catching sight of the book title of the 50 places you need to go and see before you die had me thinking of "the list". You know, the one that hangs on the inside of your medicine cabinet near the expired condoms that outlines the sexual potpourri of stuff that you could do to keep up with the Jones before they take you away in a box. So what would be on your list? Sex in an elevator? On a chair lift? With a guy that looks like big Joe Green? All women orgy?
Of course it’s doesn’t have as many absolutes like seeing the pyramids, or kissing on the top of the Eiffel Tower, but a snogging list might include sex in an apres ski chalet, playing the border guard and smuggler -complete with strip search, or playing theexotic dancer – complete with pole dance. Having had a reasonably good run of it, my fantasies are becoming tamer, rather than wilder. Sex outside in a variety of places is of interest, seeing how many times I could physically have sex in a 24 hour period is another of mine, being massaged by three or four men at once – yep, they all appeal. But would I do them? Sure, if the opportunity presented itself. But would I rather see the pyramids, or kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower? Tough call…