My kinda gangsta....

Well, I'm obviously just a naughty girl... having left my blog all alone and sad for so long! I am sorry guys, just been preoccupied. I adopted a puppy which only lasted a day, as the little sweetie tried to kill my hound dog twice in 14 hours, so I had to take her back to the rescue... but the whole thing was just soooooooooooo ridiculously emotional. I think I am just going to focus on my hound for a while and not worry about getting another dog. Dominance issues with animals are toooooooooooooo complicated!

Annnnnnyway... I did have suuuuuuuuuuuch a blast at that hotel party with my gangsta friends and being amongst such a group of fun horny swingers. I got just a little tiny bit wasted... :) And danced and flirted and had so much fun. I was carrying around condoms and sex toys in a halloween pumpkin (trick or treat? Please pick the trick, as I forgot to bring treats!), so I was well supplied. Some hottie who was even drunker than I (I swear it) basically chased me down the entire night and every time I turned around was groping me... which definitely added a fun element to the festivities. Aggressive women are so great! I also was groped for a while on a table by several different beautiful girls one of whom was going down on me and I was like... WHOA... she is really fucking good at that! I think I might have been a little too tipsy to really appreciate it though, so I want a darned rematch. (Such a fine line between perfectly tipsy and TOO tipsy, don't you think?)

Anyways... some pics!







Now, what do I hafta do to get some people to comment? Insult bushco more? hehehehehe don't make me, really... I mean at this point (indictment day) aren't he and his cronies really doing all the work FOR me? ;)

Crazy-sluts-at-the-beach #2...

My last crazy-sluts-at-the-beach story was in Myrtle Beach... this time, we were in Virginia Beach, and I was with slut sister S. (That's me fucking S with a strap-on, below. Yum!)


One night, there was a huge storm which knocked out all the power along the boardwalk. We were inside a convenience store when the lights went out, and when I say they went out, I mean in the blink of an eye everything went pitch black. Creeeeeeeeeeeepy! The store couldn't even ring up our stuff, no power for the registers, plus no way to see what we were buying or how much money we were giving them. We wound up finding a restaurant that had a big brick oven, still hot, and plenty of candles, and we sat there sipping drinks and nibbling on appetizers.

Much later, and many many drinks later, we were out walking on the beach. We were wading, I love doing that, just love the feeling of walking with my feet in the ocean at night. (The ocean is like the womb of the world, don't you think?) S decided to be a bit more risque and go for a real swim, tossed her clothes into the sand and jumped on in. I was being all nervous (I get this way around friends, all protective and responsible. Yes, really!), and decided I'd keep an eye out for security/police type people. Arrested for indecent exposure was NOT my idea of a good time!

Of course it was like 2 or 3 in the morning by this time, so really there was NO ONE out on the beach. S called out to me that she wished we had a man handy, she really REALLY wanted to have sex on the beach. No sooner had she said that, then I noticed a man walking on the beach alone. I could see he was peering in our direction, surely had to be wondering what on earth we were up to, and I doubt he could've missed S's gleaming white curves peeping out of the waves. Slowly, he sidled up to me... I walked a little ways over to him to bridge the gap. "Hi," he said. "Hey!" I replied. "My girlfriend there really wants to live out a fantasy, do you think you could help? She really, REALLY wants to have sex on the beach... so, you wanna?"

I have got to give this mystery man some credit. He did not even hesitate. "YES!" Okies, said I. I got my handy-dandy slut bag (complete with condoms and lube, because it never hurts to be prepared!), and S and I got on our knees to warm him up. I only sucked him for a minute; I was really in lookout mode and couldn't relax. Just long enough to help him get hard, and give him a few minutes to enjoy looking down at two sluts kneeling in the sand sucking his cock. Then I handed S the condoms and stuff, and strolled a few feet away to observe and keep an eye out.

S is really voracious sexually when she goes into fuckmode, it's fun to watch her... I bet she can be a bit overwhelming for most men, and this poor guy had just wandered right into our web. I am not sure how great the sex was, but S wound up happy, and the guy strolled back off into the night. We never even knew his name.

Can you imagine being that guy? Wouldn't you wonder later if it was all a dream, or if it really happened at all? So surreal it must've been, to walk on the beach in the middle of the night and have an encounter like that.

It happened, I know... I was there ;)

(Big hugs and kisses to S, whom I miss like crazy... I hope I see you soon!)

Gangster slut?!?

So I'm heading to a Swing/Halloween party this weekend and C and I are going with another group as gangsters... we will indeed be a "gang!" LOL! :) Expect a nifty photoshoot to follow. Now where did I put that darned tommygun?

I am sorry for being a little grumpy... I've been having some awful insomnia. Insomnia *sucks* dare I say, because you can't get anything done when you're so sleepy but can't sleep. I decided to masturbate the other night to try to help and I kept kinda dozing off a little bit with the hitachi grinding on my clit.. which actually wound up being pretty hot in the end, almost like an out of body orgasmic experience. :)

So anyways... something more fun, crazy-sluts-at-the-beach # 2 is on its way....

Ixnay on the yping-tay...

I don't feel like typing today... so here are a few fun photos to enjoy!
Incidentally, I enjoy political banter like crazy... and I do try to distinguish between your basic conservative and a Bush supporter, as I feel they are generally two very different things. And FWIW I am not a "democrat" per se, though I usually vote that way. I think this country is ripe for a third party right now, don't you?

Gosh, I said I didn't feel like typing didn't I???

Speaking of how....

Bush supporters piss me off, read a few articles about how the religious right are currently trying to block the HPV vaccine... because sexual abstinence is more important to these people than preventing cancer in young women, don'tcha know. After all, give them the HPV vaccine and every chick on the planet might turn into a slut like me! It'll be a slut epidemic! THEN what'll happen!?!?! (Orgasms for everyone!!)

Check it out....

Salon posted my letter... :)

Be someone you're not for me....

You know, the idea that someone would ask me to be someone else for them is so disturbing to me. I don't mean role playing, as that is fun, and I only roleplay situations that I can relate to on some level. But my gosh; pretend I don't hate to kiss smokers, pretend I don't mind hanging out with Bush supporters... these go against my soul and while I've done it occassionally, I never did like it.

I'm so out about my beliefs and my SELF these days it's really impossible for anyone to ignore it. And sure, I'd have many more fans if I pretended not to care about the state of the world, the obscenity prosecution task force, a SCOTUS full of evangelical Christians (who hate people, which CHRIST certainly never did), and people dying daily in Iraq. It sure would be easier for ME if I didn't care about that stuff, I mean this level of passion can be exhausting.

It would make me so much, much happier if I hadn't been sitting here sobbing my eyes out watching those people on the Gulf Coast being ignored by the Bush admin while he played guitar at a golf resort in AZ, if I just didn't feel the pain of the babies and old people dying on I-10, if it didn't matter to me one whit. If I were one of those people (there are lots of them) who are so internally focused that I could just... ignore this stuff, not see it, or see it and shrug and ignore it with my soul.

Yeps, I would have lots more friends and fans if I could do those things.

But then.... I wouldn't be ME if I could.

You want me to be like every other porn slut on the planet and pretend I don't HAVE beliefs or a personality of my own, that I'm a blow-up doll for you to imprint your own self upon? UGH, why would you want that anyways?

I am truly sorry if Bush-supporters out there believe that my stating the facts about the Bush administration is "bashing" them. But if you have the courage of your convictions it shouldn't matter. You should shrug, think I'm an idiot, and just fageddaboutit. Right?

I have had plenty of Bush supporters tell me that Bush isn't really going to get anywhere on the social issues I care so much about and which affect me so deeply. Really? Ask any adult webmaster what affect they've had. Shucks do a google search for yourself and find out! Don't lie to yourself about it.

I'm me, and I am who I am. I try very hard not to allow people to have crazy illusions about me. The truth is I'm an incredibly passionate person and that means a lot of amazing things, but it definitely includes passion about the world around me. That's simply not going anywhere. If you don't like it, there are many, many porn blogs which are ONLY about sex and include no political thought whatsoever. Perhaps you'd enjoy them more. I invite your exploration of the links on the right-hand side of the page.

Gosh I sound grumpy... now I'll hafta come back later with something much more fun. On another note, Salon wants to publish my letter, below, to them. Kewl!

Girls Gone Wild?

Oh boy, well I am all riled up. (As if THAT is new!) I just read this article on Salon and wrote them a seeeeeeething letter, posted below. Check out this article, where one woman sits up on a nice high horse and criticizes the sexuality of, well, everyone else by calling women who enjoy sex "Female Chavinist Pigs." UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!! I need to go run around the house and shriek a little bit, but LMK what you think!

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Perhaps your article bashing porn would be better written by someone who actually bothered to read, watch, or enjoy any porn whatsoever. The Playboy featuring Olympic athletes did in fact, feature them in moments of athleticism; clearly your missing this key fact indicates missing the much larger point here. Guess what Salon? Being sexy is FUN, and makes people feel good, be they men or women.

I've never understood why men should feel guilty for ogling a beautiful woman anyways, when in fact don't we all ogle beauty? Should I feel badly because I'd rather watch a beautiful womans hips than a Gucci bag in a window?

I find myself gazing longingly at beautiful women all the time, and sorry Salon, I refuse to feel guilty for it. I am a bisexual, polyamorous, highly-sexed female. I also work in the porn industry producing porn OF myself, FOR myself, BY myself, without being exploited by a single solitary soul. Now, THAT is empowerment, and that is certainly one of the reasons for the sudden raunch movement. Suddenly women really can control all of this themselves and do whatever they like, or nothing at all, if that is their choice.

Personally I think those t-shirts are stupid, most of them actually come off as a bit mean even. But they certainly don't seem to me to be women beaten down by the sexual desires of those around them. They seem to be women with attitude who aren't scared to say "yes, so what?" to the world, and I have a hard time viewing that as anything but good. Many of those shirts also say things like "I have the pussy, so I make the rules." (I notice you strategically left that one out, even though it's a very popular motto these days.) Is it even possible to view that as anything but empowering for women?

To clarify the confusion about feminism; feminism is about giving women choices. It is not about Andrea Dworkin or any other twisted soul telling women what they "should" be doing, whether the current "should" of the moment is being a housewife or breaking glass ceilings. The idea behind feminism is that women should be able to follow their *own* dreams, not the dreams of the author or anyone else.

I am so fully offended by this article, I don't even know where to begin. Interesting that Levy would say that a woman dancing to music and glorying in the beauty of her own body and others appreciation of it would be "cartoonish." Yet, somehow, you find the MEN offensive? I find being referred to as CARTOONISH offensive.

"When Levy suggests that stripping was more a parody of female sexuality than an enactment of it, Anyssa's friend Sherry snaps. "I can't feel sorry for those women," she said. "I think they're asking for it."

Asking for WHAT exactly? For men to admire their beauty? For women to admire their beauty? Have you ever watched a woman who loves to dance, dance? I find it incredibly offensive to find beautiful women dancing in their gorgeous skins being called "cartoonish," and a "parody."

"As long as "acting like a man" is valued, acting like a woman will be devalued. And regardless of how you understand gender, being a woman -- having breasts, bleeding once a month -- will be a handicap."

I have no idea what you are talking about. I really, really don't? A handicap? I love being a woman with every fiber of my being, from bleeding once a month to sore breasts before I do. I don't feel in any way handicapped because I can choose to live my life doing something that I love instead of slaving away day after day in a dead end job in some cubicle that I hate. Why doesn't Salon do an article on all the women who are trapped by society and circumstance in jobs they HATE which are murdering their souls? All the women who get up each day barely able to draw breath because they HATE their lives so much?

I really expect more from Salon. I don't expect Salon to be yet another voice of the anti-sex telling me, "tsk tsk young lady, sex is BAD." The whole problem with your article is the premise that sex is bad and somehow degrades women, when in fact sex is BEAUTIFUL and empowering women to control their own sexuality can be incredibly beautiful!

When you allow only the negative aspects about sexuality to be visible (as in men exploiting women), you ignore all the amazing steps forward we are making as women. Does exploitation of women's sexuality still occur? Of course it does! But more and more women are taking over and controlling their sexuality in their own way. More women are producing porn, more women are opening sex positive toy stores, more women are involved and taking powerful steps to control their own sexual destiny, and that is a GREAT thing. I'm so tired of the dire warnings about porn, when over the course of the past 8 years I've watched women embracing a sexual revolution becauase of the power the internet gives them. Women are reaching out and grabbing their sex with both hands, and you want me to believe it's bad because it isn't quite what you expected?

I wish both the author of the book you wrote, and the author of this article, would come to a sex positive convention or swing party or any number of gatherings I can think of which are full of powerful, strong, beautiful, intelligent women who have an absolute blast playing with and exploring their sexuality. Places where women of all shapes and sizes glory in the beauty of their skins, glory in their sexuality, have a blast knowing they are making you throb, and revel in the power and the sheer fun of it. Perhaps their eyes would be opened.

Updates....

Hi guys! I'm sorry for not posting for so long, but I had a viewer IM me and tell me that my ass photo almost gave him a heart attack, so I decided to leave it up.... LOL! I am just kidding! Although he did tell me that, actually I've been knocked on my ass sick with a sinus infection brought on by the beautiful fall weather and my allergies. I missed an awesome swing party; I missed a day at the Rennaisance Festival (which makes me so horny, WHY?), I missed all kinds of fun stuff and spent a miserable week.

Gosh isn't that depressing?!?! I'm feeling much better now though! :)

Aside from this Harriet Miers crapola. I'll believe conservatives are worried about the woman with the giant crucifix and her nose up Bush's butt when I believe that the moon is made of cheese and pigs can fly. Really, I will!

If you *are* a conservative, consider the fact that a large part of the reason why I cannot find a good billing company to get my members area going is because of the republican agenda to shut down porn (read, ME) on the Internet. I just said to consider it! Have you read anything about the Obscenity Task Force? (This is only one of many, many ways the Bush admin has hit the porn industry.)

Do you think Harriet Miers, who is incidentally probably a virgin (OMG!), would consider the photo of my buttplugged ass below to be obscene? Because obscenity is in the eye of the beholder ultimately. I think she would, for the record.

Well, anyways... here are a few more photos and you can judge their obscenity for yourself! Hopefully you'll enjoy them. :)