getting around

Today I picked up another 6 teaching contracts/engagements all of which are with entities that I've not worked with before. This makes me super happy and proud. I'm proud to be sought after for my activism and sex-education.

That my Erotic Arts Curriculum has gotten the attention it has is powerful for me.

1. A Yoga Center in North Vancouver
2. The Bay store (and I'm not telling which Bay yet)
3. The Wedding Show at Canada Place

You'll find me teaching in all of the above new venues/events over the next 7 weeks what a diverse selection.

I'm certainly a woman whose life is on the go. I love it. Soon, I'll get the details up on the calendar in respect to the new venue's, in the mean time it was big enough news for me, that I wanted to share here.

Oh and I've added two new workshops to my calendar A Little More Than a Slap and a Tickle - SM 101 & Butt Sex & Anal Pleasure both at the Love Nest in Burnaby. There's even a new advertising poster circulating specific to my Love Nest classes in addition to the Little Sisters brochures featuring me. Go Jennifer!


The Love Nest and I have also now paired up to do home parties as well. Certainly a market and demographic of people that I am eager to be exposed to and since the Love Nestand I have such a long work history together, this is just another natural transition for us.

Due to the popularity of my Cock Sucking classes, I had to go today and pick up another load of condoms. Took 50 flavored ones from the Love Nest, still needing to return when they get in my order of another 12 dozen. Thanks goes to C, T, & D for making sure I'm so well taken care of with supplies to do my job.


In a few hours is my daughters open house at high-school, she's on the student council and the youth activism group so she has many responsibilities to the school and her peers on a day like this. It's course selection time for NEXT year, already. I'll need to leave early to teach but I'm able to attend this special parent night, thankfully.

Tonight I'm teaching Cock Sucking at Club Eden in N. Delta to a large group, then a drink with friends out in the valley before I return home for what I hope to be an early night to bed!

It's exhausting being this productive, I do get around!

popular cock sucking class Vancouver

On the phone with Little Sisters only to discover that my Thursday

Cock Sucking: the Hand Job, Blow Job class is

SOLD OUT!

25 seats filled

Not to worry Little Sisters has added a second night for the overflow. This additonal class is filling now for Wednesday January 31st.

Call NOW to make sure you secure your spot in next weeks Cock Sucking class.

Little Sisters Book Store
604-669-1753 Reserve your ticket/s


Be a real friend and bring a friend!

hot sex in Vancouver

So much happens in my life on a daily basis that I want to write about but I just don't have that kind of free time. Sometimes the condensed version is quicker and easier for me to type out.

In the last week I've had some incredible play time and not written about it afterwards because it was mine still, at that moment, not up for public consumption. The scenes all of them are still hot in my mind and between my legs, one of them is not even finished yet.

There have been a number of poignant moments...


First
I "picked up" a man at a bar, he followed me and I took him down a windy, exhilarating sexy road. He used a physeudonym, I have no idea of his real name, where he comes from or if we'll ever cross paths again. I know we had incredible sex.

Lacing snugly a leather hood over his head, I felt a surge of power in my clit, my juices were starting as I was pondering my approach. His clothes forcibly removed by me, fast & rough. His body was nice, it screamed youth and pride in being so handsome.

We built up our energy together at a pace that was not all to gradual but rather swift. I teased as much as I hurt him. He coward away from me in hinged handcuffs, not going far. I drew him back to me. I fucked with him, a lot. He hurt, his body ached, he trembled, I massaged him, briefly.

Melting on to my touch, leaning on me, his body screaming for more contact. I give it to him, not for him, but for me. He was moldable & compliant to my whim.

We lay together for some time, his head on my chest. I as his leader and Top, his caretaker.

As I unlaced the hood I knew something was different about him. He was really small, had actually started it with the hood. His body closing in, then magnified as I yanked his pants off, made more obvious by my calling him good when he took pain from me well, through to him laying with his head on my chest, so still for so long curled almost fetal.

Softly and quietly he slowly started to tell me about the experience he'd just had with me, from his perspective, under the hood. He was a child laying with his father and I took him to that place. It was scary but he was safe.

He made my cry, warm tears down my cheeks because I knew how good it had been for me to. I may have journeyed to a different place than he, but we both went places and got what we needed. Damn if that isn't good sex.

I gave him my card.

Second

Went to a party and what did I find but a pretty girl? Surprise. I knew when I saw her that she was a "must have". One of things, one just must-have. To her credit when she saw me approaching her for play, she did run in the other direction with a look of feigned panic on her face.

Fear not, I caught her on the other side of a small table within minutes. I had back up man power in place to assist me in cornering her if need be. It is good to have strong friends.

We negotiated no blood, no needles, no electricity. This is important to note, because last time I played with the woman, I stuck needles in her inner thighs while she masturbated herself then we finished with the cattle prod, so yeah some electricity. Not this time though, this time new rules, we changed things up based on our mood and environment.

After I got her clothes off, I enjoyed the chance to inspect her goods. Lickable, sweet girl, the perfect shave job, not a hair on the girl.

We're friends and have lots of play history together. Pulling out my cupping set, I got them secured to her lower abdomen and the breast tissue. Spanking time with her head and shoulders to the floor, arms outstretched, legs spread, back arched with her ass to my face. The view was beautiful, more so as she was made red.

Squealing, squirming she even fought me at times as I closed in on her inflicting sensations on to her pale flesh. Then it happened, I saw the lube. I'd brought the Hitatchi Magic Wand with an extension cord so with it plugged in with power, I let loose on her labia and clitoris with good, good, good vibrations. More than once. Twice.

From feigned pacnic and trying to escape me, to blissful orgasms and bruising.

I touched myself watching her get off. It was hot sex.

Three

There's been a man on my radar for the last while who I've been interested in knowing better. Blessed be me, he's a bottom. We've been having a little bit of a dialogue and I made a point of letting him know that I was wanting to play with him.

Well make the Top in this girl happy or what, he was very kind in his reply and equally as interested in me as I am in him. Creative as well, this is huge for me and a quality I admire. Since meeting him I've found him to be nothing short of fascinating.

Later this week I'm going to get naked for him, on our first time date. This is very sexy.

RC If you ever feel like you need a hot stone massage after a hard days work on your new venue, let me know. You take care of a lot of people, and i suspect tend to be more of a giver of attention than a receiver.

ME Yes, to a hot stone massage. That sounds like a perfect excuse for me to take my clothes off for you.

RC An offer to disrobe for me. How could I possibly refuse. Plus a chance to rub warm oil all over that beautiful body. This does look like it is going to be an incredible week.

Be aware that I don't like to get massage oil all over my clothes, so I don't tend to wear many when I am massaging someone.

Can you say yummy or what! Damn I'm looking forward to our time together, the hot stone massage and figuring out the man.

Copperfield was incredible!

Being a mother is the single largest joy of my life. There is nothing comparable and no other relationship on the same level and any parent knows this and any mother understands as deeply as I.

My daughter has gifted me with more love than I ever could have wished for. She is a beautiful teenager with a soul that is both wise and delicate, I'm fortunate to have such a daughter.

I've made many choices over her years of life. Some very important ones I made for us, as I was pregnant. Further choices I had to make through her baby years because as she could do was cry, nurse at my breast and gain language. When she was a preschooler, she started to make more of her own choices. Much to my dismay at times. It was cute to watch.

Through elementary school, we made choices together, I led and offered options, she followed and made final decisions. Always the best choice for her. Not always my first choice, but again, her choice. I applauded her independence and started learning to take small steps back without fear.

I've raised her well so far and she has the knowledge, which is power, to make good decisions. I hold on strong and wait.

High school now and she is a teenager. I still lead, though often she's right at my side. We still hold hands, sitting talking things over some time late into the night. She often needs to make choices now on her own, even before I know there was a question before her. She makes good choices.

It's amusing now and again when I see her "doing her own thing" as opposed to something I think she "should be doing". She'll smile at me and say something along the lines of, "it's ok mom, I know what I need to take care of next." And she'll do it, she does, she makes excellent decisions.

She really is a good girl with such a sense of purpose. At her age, I was no where near as composed, lacking in purpose and not happy.

That she's happy with herself and us means the world to me. Our family life is incredible.

Tonight we went see David Copperfield at The Center for the Performing Arts, downtown Vancouver. We even found parking exactly, precisely at the front door. The goddesses were smiling down on us.

Copperfield was astounding. Hard to believe that we were shown tricks that defied the understanding of everyone in attendance. It was a sold out house and we had the best seats, in the orchestra, dead center. Awesome view of everything, what blew me away was him putting a car on the stage on top of two men AND transporting a woman & himself out of country in front of us all.


As we drove home tonight our heads were still twirling from all we'd seen, trying to make sense of it all. We've decided to see the Copperfield show again some year.


I learned a few new presenting techniques from the Great Magician himself and I plan on incorporating them into my classes shortly.

lesson from a reader

There was a time when my private life was written about in the Libido Events mail-outs only and not in a blog. That was quite some time ago now.

I pulled writing my personal activist life details from the mail-outs because the content over time that I was willing to share with my readers had changed and become rather charged. Life treats me well and yes as is obvious I'm also somewhat of an exhibitionist.

So..

One day a woman whom I had never met came to me at the end of one of my classes and asked if she could share something with me. Smiling, waiting till others around were gone she explained her story.

She and her husband, boyfriend whatever label you like. They had been on the Libido Events mailing list for some time since moving here from another province, looking for events of any sort that they could attend as a couple for social & play opportunities.

They found what I did intriguing and were supportive of my efforts. Hence here she was at an event after coming from the mailing list.

What had taken them so long to get to me (attending a Libido Event) after being on the mailing list for some time was what she wanted to share with me.

I of course wanted to hear what she had to say.

The mail-outs as long as they'd received them had contained graphic at times SM related content about my private life that to them was "just not their kink."

It made her hesitant to attend an event because she said, she never heard about any other type kink or twist for me and was worried that I was something that I turned out to not be. She saw this while in the class with me for those two and half hours just ending.


She went on to say that it would make her more comfortable if I would consider changing the content of my mail-outs to not contain so many details of my sex-positive pursuits.

The woman kindly offered me a number of suggestions for what to do, we hugged, I thanked her and off she went.

I went home and peeled through all past mail outs and stayed focused on being in that woman's shoes at home with her husband trying to make a decision about attending a Libido Event based exclusively on what was contained within those mail-outs then.

Perhaps she had a point.

I asked around to some friends and randomly emailed a dozen people from the mailing list and asked them how they felt about the "personal" content in emails.

Some said it made mail-outs to long. Others said it was hot, keep on sending it. But more people than not said separate the two.

Perhaps I could give my mailing list subscribers the option of reading about ME, somewhere else and continuing to receive mail out information about events only from Libido Events.

So I started a Blog. Very proactive of me.

Look to the right, you can even go back and read the very first post or any other over the years.

In all the months and years I've never forced anyone to read my blog or hacked their computer to make my blog appear on their screen without their knowledge or consent.

Any person who reads here, does so because they want to.

The Libido Events mailing list has subscribers only and removal information available to every subscriber at the bottom of every mail-out.

In all the years I have never forced anyone to be on the Libido Events mailing list or kept someone subscribed against their wishes.

Now in MY Libido Events mail-outs there is a URL link to my blog in 80% of the mailers that I send out.

If a subscriber chooses to click onto my blog it is because they want to.

Not forced. Nor pressured.

At times I do include in mail-outs light teaser information regarding something exciting that I may have recently been apart of and again a link.

If someone chooses to click on that link it is because they want to.

I do have a stats program on my websites and I am well aware of how many readers I have.

Not everyone who comes to this blog comes here from a URL link in mail-outs.

Some people bookmark this blog for their own personal reasons.

Not forced. Nor pressured. They make a choice to be here.

My stat program even says that these same people come back over and over and over again. Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly.

Some people read here once and decide it's not a place they want to return. I applaud their exercising their right to choose what they read & see.


Has the Mafia made all the others read here?

No, silly.

Have I forced anyone to read this blog or the Libido Events mailing list?

No, silly.

You my friend you are reading here because you want to.

You made a choice and a lot of you choose to read me.

Welcome to my sex-positive corner of the world!

Being an upbeat, kind, focused, energetic, creative, hard working, non judgmental, non blaming, responsible, accountable, progressive, loving woman is what has landed me in such a wonderful place in life and career.

It pleases me that people read here. Know that I write for myself first.

Thanks for reading.

Good night.

killed with a bug zapper

ZZZzzzzz

hit's bee with the zapper

*splat*

dead bee

sweeps into trash

Now on to serious business...

As you well know I've been working hard and diligently these last couple of months to bring to light of day, my own personal studio / work space / community center / venue.

It's so close I can hardly believe it. The space is beautiful (just finished it's interior upgrades with new everything), conveniently located on a bus route, free ample parking, spacious - multi roomed, private and all my own ours.

A space that will be used for nothing more than workshops, movie screenings, munches, social & support groups, photo shoots, private bookings, a lending library, event space and my personal offices to see clients for coaching.

Rest assured that not only will I be maintaining my teaching schedule with The Love Nest, Little Sisters Book Store, Trinity Romance Shop, Club Eden and all the other regular venues you've grown accustomed to seeing me in around town but soon you'll find a whole new Erotics Arts Curriculum up as well as my classes at the studio.

In a couple of weeks, I'll be adding four new adult stores throughout the Province & further out in the Valley where you'll be able to attend classes with me in the not so distant future.

The new way it's going to work is like this. Classes at my studio will be rated Explicit while classes with me in local adult stores will now be rated Mature Content.

The 3 and 6 month long term plan is already in place with sponsorships and prebooked events to ensure that things progress at a good pace once the doors open.

It's almost time to welcome you all, almost but not yet.

~~ breaking free ~~

It would appear that for more years than I care to recall I've been addicted to a legal and readily available substance.

It hasn't controlled my life though I have spent more money on this than I care to imagine and than I ever should have spent on something so devastating to the body and mind.

It has seen me through many late nights and allowed me to persevere things that I otherwise would not have survived through.

It's given me an up and an edge and been a good friend to me when I stopped drinking alcohol so many years back now.

I'm talking about caffeine.

Not a coffee drinker, not since my teenage years.

I was a daily Coca Cola consumer / drinker.

Fond of slurpies and cold cans of coke with ice.

That's all changed now.

On December 31 2006 was my last drink of caffeine.

I quit.

I broke free.

The mild shakes I noticed along with the waves of nausesous are over now, thankfully.

Catchy jingles on the radio, bright commercials and flashy advertising to entice me and push me towards a dependance on a product that when I was young and impressionable had no idea would lead to ADDICTION.

Now to find a replacement drink for that sweet jolt of syrup and energy that I had so grown accustomed to.

Ideas? Suggestions?

HELP!

serious & naked in stripes

Not a day for writing, way too much serious business going on. The type of business that happens when one is successful at what one does.

Here is another photo from the shoot I did for Little Sisters. Fun, fun, fun! The photographer and I plan on doing something in future together again.



It feels like such a blessing to have work that pays well with wonderful opportunities attached to it, fun experiences around every corner, new frontiers to be discovered and advancement potential beyond comprehension.

What I do isn't just fun though. It's what I do for a living. It's how I give back to a culture that has blessed me. It's how I move in the world. It's an interpretation of the world around me and who I am as a woman. It's what supports me, my child and my long term vision for community and sex-positive culture. It's my passion. It's my joy. It's my livelihood. My activism is others window of opportunity and a chance for me to be real & true to myself.

recovery

As promised to those I love and those who care for me, today was about rest. Not clean-up, simply relaxing and recharging.

My life changed dramatically over the weekend. It's going to take me some time to get my feet planted firmly on the ground again.

Changes have happend. Doors were held open. I slammed others. The future is bright.

post trade show

Here is a photo taken of me mounting the "fucking chair shoe" before the show opened on Saturday morning.

The line on their business card reads

continuous effective PENETRATION at your finger-tips.

I'd have a hard time explaining owning ANY high-heeled shoe / sex toy to my daughter, so perhaps this is a piece of furniture for my new space. No kids at home and some extra money to spend? This my friend looks like fun.

My two classes went great, both were in the afternoon, one with just over 300 people in it and the other with about 280 attendees. (handing out handouts in blocks of 100 allows me to keep track of numbers) I did Sex Tips For Men & Women as well as Tie Me To The Bed Posts Please - bedroom bondage basics.

The response back has been overwhelmingly positive, both during the show from everyone who approached me with thanks to the stats on my website, personal emails in my account, new subscribers to the mailing list and offers of new exciting speaking engagements in Manitoba, Toronto and LA.

A local group had been scheduled to present two classes Saturday, but no one even bothered to show up for either class. Sad to see a group allow themselves to look so poorly in such a large scale public setting, though no one including myself was really expecting much more from them.

Personally I managed to attend 4 workshops put on by others and listen in on their styles of teaching & topic. I learned some things both positive and negative.

S-U-C-C-E-S-S is one of my mantras and it pays off.
Taboo was more than a success again for me this year, I came out of it with waaay more than I had even thought possible.

Now it's time to do "clean-up". There is much for me to make my way through post trade show.

Reive, Saturday night in the dungeon felt good though a little more privacy would have been nice. Next week is fabulous, let's plan to talk during the week.

P - that was a smile, perhaps it was hard to see through the crowd. :)

admiration

Dear Keith,

This morning I woke up to your most thoughtful efforts and work sitting awaiting me in my in-box. Imagine my delight when I discovered how perfectly you had completed this task for me.

You did a great job and I appreciate you handling it all so smoothly and with such short notice.

You've been coming through for me time and time again Keith. It's your kind of diligence that get's men noticed by me.

Thank you for being you and for helping me.

hugs, Jennifer
xoxoxox

my new cock & the broken one

UPDATE:

The shame.

The embarrassment.

The horror.

The truth, from Gloria.

I've spent the last number of hours packing my bags for The Taboo Show that's starting tomorrow. Home alone, my daughter is in school. I'm naked except for a harness which is pulled tight against my hips, to allow for my cock to become an extension of me. The red one below, it's called The Boss. From Tantus. It's really hot and solid, the balls feel incredible over my clitoris and mons.

The last few days have been a blur of orgasms and happy new discoveries as I & friends have been experimenting our way through the mountain of adult products that I've been given lately. All this in the name of Sex-Positive Education.

I'm on fire

Today I received a phone call from Las Vegas, calling me professionally & we are making exciting plans.

Thanks for the phone call Reive, it means a lot to me. I'm flattered.

The calendar gained seven new classes today.

Behind the scenes, regarding the new space? I'm close.

Sports Sheets has been most kind as a sponsor, so if it's on their website, it's either now in my personal toy collection or in my teaching cabinets as new aides for my classes.


Last year in 2006 I hosted 102 events. This doesn't include Coaching Work or anything private, that number is 77.

For a grand total of 179 sex-positive events.

broken penis & fucking machines

UPDATE: Deej wrote about broken penis/fucking machine here.

UPDATE 2: Remember this photo of Allena and I in New York at The Museum of Sex, with me doing her, with a fucking machine. FM and I get along great.

Sadly I must inform you that last night at a dungeon party I broke a penis. *again*

My long time pal M makes fucking machines and he's just designed a new one. It's rather cool looking inside it's long wooden case, you'd never guess what devious pleasures were contained within it should you see him carrying it down the street.

Anyways, so M plugs the fucking machine in and it's starts gliding back and forth on it's track making a nice sweet sound that resembles the words "touch me Jennifer". I ask M, "can I touch it?" and upon him saying yes, I extend my hand towards the head of the cock and I broke it. Right there in front of everyone.

Of all the people to break a penis at a party, it would have to be me. I couldn't believe it. Then some one came along with a camera and took a photo of me shamefully standing there in front of the broken fucking machine. I derailed it from it's track and it needed about 40 minutes worth of surgery from M.

I would like to point out that M did not hold it against me and he was able to fix everything, then even sought me out to offer me a hug. I really was kinda sad that I broke the penis in a large room full of people.

Some girls have all the luck.

It was a great party and before I left they asked me to draw for the door prize I had brought.

Highlight of my night was when I arrived to the party, within 10 minutes of being there Deej had graciously volunteered again for some upcoming classes that I hadn't even put out a call for help yet for. I love having friends looking out for me. Thanks Deej.

It should be said that I only planned on stopping by to say hello to everyone and I ended up breaking a penis, doing some fun electrical play, a single tail lesson, gaining a volunteer for 2 upcoming classes and still managed to practice some of my class segments & new devices for the upcoming Taboo show on friends at the party.

Who knew my couple of hours out of the house would end up being so productive.

Here are another couple of photos from my shoot the other day...

nudity at work

Woke late at 11:00 this morning.

Worked naked in bed on the computer & phone till 5:45 this evening.

The calendar has been updated with many events. (I hate html)

Photos have been chosen and are off to the printers.

Final order placed with distributors.

Dinner made.

Soaked in a bath filled with cotton candy scented salts.

Never did put on any clothing today and shortly I plan on returning to bed.

Currently on the bedside table is

How to Expand Love by the Dalai Lama which is an easy read though very reflective & Harriet Jacobs: A Life by Jean F Yellin writing on slavery which is a heavy subject and a hefty book.

Hard to believe that the roof of BC Place went down in today's storm and here it is already on video on YouTube blowing away, then going down.

Tomorrow Jim arrives.

Taboo photos

139 images to view overnight before being forced to decide on personal favorites so they can then be sent to the printers in time for next weeks show. Thousands upon thousands of handouts with my classes & photos in them, very cool advertising.

Here are a few of the images (unfinished) that I like that won't be in the new brochures. I love the black & white striped photograph and the camouflage one is fun in a twisted sort of way.

Reives kiss & sex toys galore

Most of this holiday season has been quite relaxing for me. Today though, today was another story.

I was in a meeting here from 10:00 till 11:15 this morning with a distributor of adult toys and the owner of the store. There they generously piled me up with every sex toy that I wanted or gave a second look at and that was of course in stock. Then they ordered one of every item for me that was not in stock but that I had me heart set on so that I'm the best equipped sex-educator around.

As I was leaving the store Jim was tossing me two more new clitoral vibes / buddies to try and saying "don't forget to try them before tomorrow." (as in Friday, yikes!)

You see, to get the shipment of product in time to the store for next weeks Taboo Show the order must be placed tomorrow. Which means that tonight I'll be in bed demo'ing new clit toys and bondage equipment so I can get my recommendations to the supplier and LS in time for the order. I'm sure a good girl, listening to my boss, trying out sex toys on demand all the while offering critical feedback.

Filled my car trunk with all the booty, then drove just a few short blocks to my photo shoot for the Winter/Spring brochures for LS and that we'll be distributing at the Taboo show as well. I've shot with the photographer before and known him for years so it was easy to get comfy quickly.

The first set of photos we did, was me naked, in black and white striped knee high socks with matching arm warmers and big huge stiletto heels. The second round of photos was done in camouflage and I was able to show off my flexibility. As a final set we shot some pictures of me with toys, just playing around. Apparently before I got to bed tonight I'll have copies of the over 130 pictures that we shot today.

Lunch with Reive was awesome, sadly though we went out to eat and missed the chance to have some private time. It was really great to see him, we've talked a fair bit over the last while on the phone so spending time together just felt like a natural progression for our relationship today. We communicate well and frankly I've missed him in my life. Together we've got some plans this year and watching it all unfold should be a brilliant show. A kiss good-bye sealed this date as one that must be repeated.

By the time I was back in my car it was already 2:30 in the afternoon and my cell phone had 9 messages already. Checked in on my daughter at home and then proceeded to make the drive out of the city and back to Burnaby. Unloaded my trunk onto my office floor and then promptly fell asleep on the sofa for almost 2 hours. Woke up to 7 voice messages on the home phone and 2 more on my cell.

My email account was full of unanswered emails and 1 most curious note. Another toy distributor has contacted me about my education series and has offered me a full sponsorship along with carte blanche to shop at no charge in there store for anything I want or need that will compliment my 4 Taboo classes next week. I rock!

In the last 36 hours, my toy collection has had added it to it over 50 items totaling more than $1800 worth of pleasure. (and yes, there is still more to arrive)

I've got some new toys that even I have never seen before. Experiments must be conducted!

Test subjects wanted. (in order to be considered you must already know where I live and be able some time next week Sunday-Thursday to come over for the experiments) E-mail me.

Made a late dinner here at home in my pj's as my daughter & I finished putting away the Christmas tree and all it's decorations. In a few minutes she will be sitting on my bottom on the sofa massaging my back with oils for 20 minutes. When my turn is over, I will return the favor and rub her down till bedtime at 10:00.

Once daughter is in bed, I've got to put some finishing touches on my classes for next week and if there is any time left, I really really really need to put up the January 2007 workshop schedule for Libido Events.

Plus I still have a ton more of on-line shopping to complete before I can go to bed myself. The photographer mentioned that I should have the images for this evening, so maybe if I'm lucky they'll be to me before I start my forced masturbation and before I have to get some serious sleep.

Ah, the life of a sex-activist...

make-up & a date

Tomorrow I'm doing a photo shoot to gain images for the new Winter / Spring Little Sisters Bookstore brochures, handouts & posters, how awesome that they are going with a photo of yours truly. Torn over what to wear and am thinking something shiny OR something in camouflage. The photos do need to look both inclusive and sexy.

After the photo shoot I'm off to my date with Reive. If memory serves me correctly, he's even cooking me lunch. We are the Founders of BIO aka Vancouver Dungeon. It was myself who tracked down Reive and together we formed & started BIO way back in July of 2000, oh how times have changed. Well since I left to start to start Libido Events in late 2003, thankfully.

Yes it's true, I've been creating sex-positive culture for many years and deeply involved in Vancouvers rich sex history.

With a $500 Mac gift certificate in my hot little hands and no knowledge of cosmetics, does anyone have any suggestions as to what I should make sure I purchase for myself? I know some women have the hots for their MAC make-up, but me, I just want stuff on my face that looks like its supposed to be there, and not like war paint!

I just finished spending $700 on brand new silicone toys for the Taboo show which is next week. New toys to compliment the four classes that they have me teaching again this year, lucky me. Gags, strap-on's, butt plugs and dildoes. Spending someone elses money on sex toys is way to much fun and I still a few hundred more dollars left to rid myself of.

Tickle Me Elmo story

After reading this joke to my 13 year old daughter and watching her knee slap herself while laughing I asked her if she wanted me to email her the text. She looked at me bewildered, before I realized the answer myself.

None of her friends in her social circle could she share such a joke with, so it's kept between us, and now you...

A woman was hired to the factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys - the famous toy from a couple of years back that laughs when you tickle it under the arms.

On her second day the foreman complained to the personnel manager that the new hire was incredibly slow and was backing up the entire line.

Deciding to check for himself, the personnel manager and the foreman went down to the factory floor. Sure enough, the line was so backed up that there were Tickle Me Elmos all over the factory floor, and the newly hired woman was at the end of the line surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmos. On her bench the personnel manager noticed she had a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles.

The two men watched in amazement as she meticulously cut a little piece of fabric, wrapped it around two marbles and began to sew the little package between Elmo's legs.

The personnel manager burst into laughter, and approached the woman. "I'm sorry," he said, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday. Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles."

on being spoiled

I love being spoiled and I was indulged in every way this woman could have imagined the other evening...

After lingering in the tub till my skin was smooth as a water worn stone, I took my time trying on various gowns and dresses till just the perfect one clung to my form.

My date phones, he is 5 minutes away by car and precisely on time. I slide my hands in soft red leather gloves, walk through a spritz of perfume after putting a drop dead center between my breasts and walk out my door, down the stairs and to him.

As his car approaches, I smile. He climbs out immaculately dressed in a dark suit and proceeds to greet me all the while complimenting my beauty. As he opens the car for me and helps me in to the front seat, I feel very special.

A dozen long stem white roses are laid in my arms. How beautiful. What a nice start to a night out.

We drive for a short while talking before we're parked and walking into the Queen Elizabeth Theater. We have a drink at the bar preshow together while we scope out cute chicks and elegantly dressed women of distinction and then we are seated.

The Ballet and it's performance of the Nutcraker and we had perfect viewing seats in the 6th row what a Christmas delight!

The show was mesmerizing considering I was not at all familiar with the story aside from my date G sending me a URL link to the history of the story so I'd know something before hand.

After the ballet, we headed off for dinner just a couple of blocks away. Reservations and our waiter awaited us as we headed into Vancouvers swanky and notorious Gotham restaurant.

All I can for myself is that I felt so guilty leaving some of that delicious steak behind on my plate, but after a large portion of lobster accompanied it and jumbo shrimp cocktail to start, I was most certainly full.

Conversation with my date was engaging, easy and stimulating...we spoke for awhile. I needed time to sit and digest the meal and the experience of the ballet.

Driving home was slow and as we kissed good-night I felt so grateful for my polyamory and all that it affords me. Life is incredible and G was as always a gentleman.

G sweetly emailed me when he arrived home a quick note to sleep well and phoned me the next day to thank me for accompanying him on our night out together.

Did I mention that I love being spoiled? Well, it's true, I do.