broken penis

it was an accident, it surely was an accident. Running my palm along the shaft of my cock, I felt an inconsistency and as I gently pushed my thumb into the anomaly to further investigate, I felt the silicone spread open and my finger get lost inside the depths of what was once my solid cock.

Within seconds, my cock was broken in two distinctly separate pieces, testicles in one hand and my shaft and head in the other.

Sad, sad news.

I'm sorry C, I know it was your favourite & to K, apologies in advance, as I know you'd been lusting over it for our upcoming date!





The Death of a Penis.

rope bondage book & an erotic memoir

It's Friday and am I ever excited, it's finally the end of what has been a very long week for me. My daughter leaves tomorrow on holidays with her dad and I'm left on my own for dating, play and living for two whole weeks. Ah, the joys of independence. (my child is becoming a teenager, it's painful at times to watch and listen to the unfolding of this saga)



Spent this morning on the phone with Bridgett Harrington and we're in the middle of planning some big stuff. She's sending me her new book later today via UPS and from there we'll announce our combined plans and efforts.

The other day while at the public library, I ran across a book that jumped off the shelves at me to be borrowed. Had to sign it out, it was called " The Surrender", by author Toni Bentley. One woman's journey to submit to the pleasures and sweet agony of her partner and his desire for anal sex.




** the book was a great read!

one, two, three

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quick change

How do they do this? Watch this and see what I mean. It's simply amazing.

Athenor Dark Ages Faire

at times my life is like a block buster hit movie, below is a write up about where I was Saturday. After 8 hours of formal board meetings & 3 informal hours, my brain needed to stop thinking. I headed to a private function (half an hour outside of Minneapolis, MN) by one of their sex-positive communities to let off some steam and have some dinner as we'd been invited.

We sat at the head table with Count Vronsky, enjoying stories, jugglers and one another, Dinner was magnificent, the setting outdoors in the middle of no where with a whole load of kinky dressed folk, the servants were superb with attention to detail and protocol.

I left early with the man charged to over see me (well the board actually) but everyone else had left) so we headed back to his house, to crawl in to bed and on one another. Ooops, what fun.





Athenor Dark Ages Faire

The Renaissance Festival starts in August. But as we all know, before the
Renaissance, there were the Dark Ages. Thus on Saturday, August 5th,
prior to the Renaissance Festival, Athenor will be hosting the "Dark Ages
Faire". This will be an outdoor, 24 hour party starting at noon on
Saturday and going through the dark of the night and into Sunday
morning.

The event will take place on a secluded campsite not far from town that
has a 32' by 60' barn. But just as it was in the dark ages, there will
be no electricty or running water. Just fire, a pump, and a
latrine. We'd also like to encourage people to dress up as they might for the
Renaissance Festival, although that is not a requirement.

During the day at this Faire you'll be joining the hosting royalty for a
slate of competitions which may even include some jousting if suitable
"horses" are found. We'd also like to encourage merchants to come and
display their wares for sale at no charge to them. I suspect we'll also
have a few mystics at the Faire who may be able to tell you your
fortune. There will also be other entertainment and perhaps even some visiting
master craftsmen willing to teach some apprentices.

As we head into the evening, there will be a feast for everyone at the
Faire and more merrymaking as we approach the hour of sunset. Then the
fires will be lit and the Faire will continue into the night. In
fact, we fully expect people to stay the night and bring a tent in which to base
their households.

All throughout the day and night we will have a dungeon set up in the
barn. People are free to visit and try out the dungeon at their will.
We'll also give people the option to buy a "peasant" ticket. As
a peasant, you're subject to the will of the lords hosting the event and may find
yourself arrested at any time. Having been arrested, you will face
whatever punishments are handed down to you, generally to
be administered by the public.

On a realistic note, people who attend as peasants will get a checklist
beforehand to rule various activities in or out. They may also restrict
who intereacts with them (SSC and all) and they will have strict
supervision by an agent of the Lords of the faire.

finding strength

"To be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."

-- E. E. Cummings

Returned just this afternoon from Minneapolis after many days on the road and some bonus travel glitches. I had flown out for a 2-day Leather Leadership meeting, more meetings / tours in adult stores, frolicking with the kinky locals at evening play events and some much needed face to face time with other board members.



I met a man, he was assigned to oversee the board of directors visit to the city and was my driver from the airport, to the airport, hell he was assigned to us and damn did he serve well. For a tour of the city he took me off riding on his Harley Davidson along the Mississippi River in 90 degree humid weather for hours and from there we hit it off so fast talking that we managed two nights alone together. Sexy times.



He was just the diversion I needed from meetings and great in bed too. From complete strangers, to intimate new friends, the experience was worth sacrificing sleep for and as I'm returning to Minneapolis in April we're already talking about booking some play time again together. SM, bondage and sex date booked months in advance, life is good!



Later after much sleep, I may tell you about another man, very handsome, whom I trampled in my leather stiletto heels as he laid on the concrete outdoor dungeon floor for me. His wheelchair pushed out of the way and he laying under my spiky heels as I pushed my way into his torso, (he had no legs) causing him exquisite pain. He asked me for this and I gave it to him. As I left that night, from the Renaissance Festival he was still thanking me and my head was a little trippy from the power I both took and used in that scene.

Check out this restaurant, it will knock your socks off and thrill your palate when you're next in Minneapolis, Hells Kitchen is where we ate, twice!


off to bed now as I'm so exhausted, but first an orgasm is needed & deserved

A Funny Thing Happened On...

A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to a Wedding


My girlfriend phoned with the news that we’d been invited to her best friend’s wedding on a cruise ship in Vancouver. “I hate weddings,” I muttered to myself. But knowing there was no way out of this one, I suggested we leave Chicago a few days early to explore some of the great northwest. We never did make it to the summit of Mt. Rainier or arrange tea and crumpets in Victoria with the Queen. But, to our great surprise, we wound up instead exploring our most intimate sexual biases.

“When you drip hot wax on the naked body,” Jennifer, the enthusiastic workshop facilitator and head of Vancouver’s “Libido Events” said as she demonstrated, “start with the candle held high, like this, so the wax has a chance to cool down a bit before it hits.” “YOW!” I lunged into the air as a few drops of molten wax splattered across my back. If that was “cooled down,” I didn’t need to find out what it was going to feel like up close and personal.

Neither Debbie nor I had ever before experienced any form of sexual “pain for pleasure,” S/M, bondage or the like. But here we were, naked among naked strangers being scalded, frozen, tied up, whipped and beaten – well…“paddled.” We felt a little guilty at first – not getting it – failing to connect with the potential erotic thrill of it all. But instead of being pressured by the group to go further until we felt “it,” we were made to feel appreciated for trying something new. The new activities continued to seem strange, but the strangers surrounding us soon began to feel like friends.

Debbie and I had stumbled onto what the workshop leaders called a “sex positive community.” Apparently unique to the northwest from San Francisco to Vancouver (a Google search of “sex positive Chicago,” LA and New York revealed nothing), sex positive communities are comprised of individuals who identify themselves as hetero, gay, lesbian, bisexual, trans-gendered, she-male, swingers, polyamorists and/or fetishists of all stripes who come together to learn from each other, play together and explore their erotic/spiritual potentials.

“In the early days, nobody trusted anybody else,” offered Allena and Jim, poly life-partners with Jennifer and founders of Seattle’s “Wet Spot.” “The gays wouldn’t mix with lesbians or bisexuals let alone straights. The swingers wanted nothing to do with the hard-core S/M folks. Everybody held on tightly to their own particular labels and group identities to the exclusion of everyone else. Nobody yet realized the political strength in numbers.”


Allena told us that early on, she had owned a coffee house which attracted, among others, sexual adventurers of several varieties. When the coffee house went out of business, those who had begun to dialogue over java and across sexual orientations refused to relinquish the opportunity they had created to explore and play together. Subsequently, a string of new locations were tried and abandoned until the Wet Spot was born.

“But even after the various groups began sitting down together,” according to Jim, “resistance continued with everybody defining themselves in terms of what they wouldn’t do. ‘I’ll attend a meeting or tie somebody up but I don’t do any of that gay stuff.’ There’s still resistance, but the labels and barriers are slowly coming down.” Continued Allena, “People came and loosened up and tried things they never thought they would ever try, simply because the environment was so friendly, safe and inviting.” “In a lot of cases,” Jennifer added, “they found that some of what they had been shutting out actually held erotic potential for them.”

Debbie and I marveled at what we saw as we looked around the smoke, drug and alcohol-free room, noticing two women of different racial backgrounds snuggling in one corner; an older male/female couple enjoying sex with a much younger woman; two men sharing a rope, a whip and a rack; a young “man” discussing the stages he was going through on his way to becoming a woman, and a dance floor filled with partially clothed and naked bodies of various ages, shapes and designs, revealing tattooed torsos and branded behinds.

Nowhere did we see people “coming on to” others or being offensive in any way. People politely brought each other lemonade and candy from the free community stash and demonstrated respect for each other in a hundred other ways. The activities people chose to participate in were those with the greatest potential for satisfying their particular sexual desires while all around them, others with differing sexual interests, were pursuing far different sexual pleasures. Everywhere we looked, people were busy going about the business of maximizing their own erotic/spiritual potential while respectfully acknowledging everyone else’s right to do the same. It was as if Debbie and I had landed in a little corner of sexual heaven. I surmised that in a world of erotic harmony, the only label needed would be “sex positive.”

After three days of amazing sexual exploration, we finally made it to the wedding which of course turned out to be a bigger challenge of my endurance than anything Jennifer had to offer. But now, better able than before to access my spiritual core, I placed everything in loving perspective, and as a result, was able to rise nicely to the occasion. Later that evening, drawing on all we had learned, Debbie and I made love spectacularly for what seemed like hours. As we held each other in the afterglow, I couldn’t help but wonder if the newlyweds were having it this good.

Copyright 2006 Craig
Reprint with permission

wanted

today I taught a class for Opt in Vancouver
(short for: Options for Sexual Health, formerly Planned Parenthood)

I was brought in to do a presentation on bisexuality and polyamory, the class went very well and once over, I was asked to return again later this month to teach as part of their educate the educators series. Thoroughly enjoyed the chance to share my experiences with individuals who were hungry for ""real life" sex education and whose attention was focused on learning for the sake of educating oneself, not for titillation.

There were a number of people in the room who they themselves identified as poly or bi, the hands shot up about me as I asked the question. I found each hand to be a powerful reminder that our numbers are on the climb.

Five years ago if I was in a room full of people and asked for a show of hands for either bi sexuality or polyamory, one hand, if any may have been raised. (and a whole room full of people would have looked at me with a puzzled look as those words were once foreign to most people) Now, all these years later, we are growing in numbers and we're everywhere. I'm proud to be bi, polyamorous and out about who I am.

This afternoon was spent on the phone taking care of final planning details with the Tyra Banks show as they've been working with me for about a week and a half trying to negotiate terms and such for an upcoming episode that I'm to be on.

Like Opt, the Tyra Banks show wants me for my identity and a huge part of it.

Wet

This evening I teach SM 101 - A Little More Than A Slap & A Tickle at the Love Nest on the North Shore. Bags are packed and I've already had a soak in the tub to relax.

A few minutes ago I found myself with some serious pent up sex energy that needed to be let loose, so off I went into my bedroom and laid myself out on the bed for some solo play.

(door locked and music playing to drown out the noises as child is home on summer holidays and the Hitatchi is not a quiet source of pleasure ALTHOUGH an amazing source of pleasure and orgasms for yours truly)

The hunt for the big O was on. Successfully I coaxed a delectable, eye popping orgasm out of myself and it was a WET one...

the big question

Of all the years I've been out about my sexuality and out about my chosen profession as a sex-activist & educator my mother has never permitted me to tell her what I do for a living.

Don't think I've not wanted to tell her, tried to tell her, pondered how to drop the info into her lap, had her run across it, sent her my biography, something ...anything. But not without her permission, I couldn't.

I have wanted her to know, but my mom has always said no. I have wanted to share myself to help our relationship and because I know that in being known by her in this way I can let go of some of the fear that I have about her finding out about me from another source.

She has chosen not to know. Realize though there have been signs of my passion everywhere, my mother has just over looked them, all!

But really, did I have the right to tell her before she was ready, before she wanted to know? No, not in my books.

I've waited patiently for years with this huge section of myself not known by my mother and waited for the time when she was ready to know.

This evening in a phone call she asked me the big question. "Exactly Jennifer what DO YOU DO for a living?" The emphasis was there finally that she needed an answer.

Knocked the wind out of me for a second her question did. Then with composure gained I told her that I looked forward to the opportunity when we next see one another for us to sit down and discuss my occupation together. It needs a face to face conversation, I said it with a smile in my voice.

She knows so much with all the tid bits exposed subtly and accidently over the years, but has not allowed it ever to be said out loud or pieced together to make something whole.

Her daughter, her child, me, I'm a sex activist and educator whose living a passion and joy filled life that is rich with friends, lovers and opportunities.

Until our upcoming date to talk, I thankfully have some time to find the right words and language necessary to make this eye opening conversation feel safe for my mom, non threatening and smooth.

love is

returning late from work in another country, my cell phone rings.

"Good night mom, don't forget to eat a snack and have a drink of milk when you get home."

Words and sentiment that tugged at my exhausted heart strings, making me drive all that quicker, to reach her, faster.

Arrived home to my child almost but not quite already asleep in my bed, awaiting me. Tucked her in safe and planted kisses all over her. Cuddles, love, hugs and we stopped long enough to allow our breathing to sync up.

Before bed I opened the fridge and there was a note that says "Love ya".

And a coupon for a FREE HUG.

Life couldn't be any better than this.

my daughters mother

masturbation experiments

You know you've got a true friend when you can send these instruction to him...

Would you try buying a small hard, solid melon. Cutting a DEEP small hole in the center, about the size of your flacid cock, and then when you get yourself hard, ensure the melon is cold from being in the freezer or fridge for awhile and then insert cock and slosh & fuck away. Let me know any feedback you'd like to share, I'd truly love to hear. PS. Do your experiment in the tub or over a tarp, and remember the whole time that you are "doing it" that I sure appreciate you and your kinky efforts.

It was an experiment. A technique that I'd heard about from another male friend and wanted to get further feedback on.


This is what my friend sent me back, a visual of what I'd asked of him.



Thank You my friend!

client topics

after some much needed sleep (although not enough) I am now awake against my will and readying for my 10:00 appointment Coaching Session this morning. Topics for this client are "how do I enter the swinging lifestyle & attend parties" and "male masturbation techniques". Should make for an interesting morning for me and a rewarding one for my client.

This afternoon belongs to my daughter here at home, where I'll return to spend time with her, and if I'm really lucky, to get a nap in as well. Because you see this evening I have another Coaching Session, this time with a couple. I've been hired to go their home and we're going to discuss "Fantasy Role Play" and "incorporating naughtiness into ones sex life".

All of today's clients have been on the mailing list for awhile, and two of three people have met me previously as well in workshops of mine.

Working with clients privately is a privilege which affords me much. The opportunity to peek and walk around some in others sex lives is powerful & titillating; it feeds me as a sexually curious woman and as a sex-activist who passes on what she learns. It also fills up my knowledge base so I become a better lover and a more compassionate, skilled educator.

Thank you to everyone who puts their trust in me and shares of themselves freely.

male attention

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Calgary bound

opened my inbox a short while ago to discover my Ticketless Itinerary for my trip this October. I've been hired to fly to Calgary where I'm teaching two of my regular classes to their sex-positive community and a 4 hour intensive workshop for women only.

Quite exciting is the evening play party I'll be attending while in Calgary, a chance to play with new people in a different space and meet so many others.

My life is so blessed and for the opportunities, I am grateful! The result of course, of good clean living.

The weather is a little too much for me. I don't handle this type of heat so well, it makes me very nauseous. Time for me to go climb into my cool bath for a soak before it's time for me to leave at 2:00.

This afternoon I'm meeting a client for a couple of hours of Private Coaching on male masturbation & sex-positivity and then home again to get naked and climb right back in the tub.

Does anyone have suggestions of shopping / stores / resources I should be visiting, checking on or meeting while in Calgary? Please share. :)

after the Naughty Party

I'm happy, content and feeling proud of myself and Libido Events at this moment. What a successful Naughty Party last night was after all the preparations to make the move to both a new venue and a format. It was certainly worth all the effort that was put in to it.

Honorable mentions go to...

*Hugh for the sweat & muscles moving equipment (he vacuumed up wax, naked! people loved it)
*Deej, Danny & Trish - made people comfortable and kept things in order
*Partners of the above three women for doing jobs that kept the party running smooth
*Soren & Ruby for the New York City Museum of Sex tank top
*New friends C & C for music and porn in copious amounts :)
*B & E for all those sheets & pillows
*The couple who gave me a body massage at nights end, you melted me
*Chicago friends, for the end of night clean up
*Jim for the art, his sexy breath taking art, that adorned the walls - 10 pieces

For showing up at the Naughty Party, thank you. It was an incredible night and your support was overwhelming.

It did help to make the night so great that we had AIR CONDITIONING. Aaah, it was HOT in action inside but everyone was cool. What with the showers and the bath going all night many people used the chance to freshen up, between or before play. We had soap, bubbles, candles and towels in quantity so fun was had by all who wanted to get wet.

Food was glorious, people out did themselves. Sushi, pizza, veggies trays, fruit trays, huge bowls of cherries, nuts, plates of grapes, frozen watermelon, nachos, chips, dip, home made guacamole, short bread, pop, water, 5 cheeses with crackers, bagels & cream cheese, flax and so much more. No one could say they lacked the fuel necessary to play this evening.

Next Naughty Party...

August 26 Saturday!

See you then.

TONIGHTS MAIN EVENT

it's a couple of hours before tonights Naughty Party and I'm super excited. Everything was delivered to the venue this morning at 9:30 before the big heatwave started for yet another day.



As I walk in the AIR CONDITIONED front door of the party in a couple of hours everything will be ready to go and set up. An ice machine on site as well, damn we'll have chilled pop and water all night PLUS cold cubes for trailing along willing bodies in the wax & ice class.

Air condtioning, sounds sexy, don't you think? I just purr at the mere mention of the word and the feeling of it's coolness washing over my heat soaked body.

Volunteers ROCK and Hugh is my hero, as is Steven. :) Thanks boys, you know how much I value you!

The rest of you, come down and join us for the Naughty Party.

And remember, we have air conditioning to keep you cool no matter how hot the temperature gets outside or the mood inside.



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July 22 Saturday
9:00 - 2:00am
Naughty Play Party, a sex-positive event
#120 - 307 West Broadway St., Vancouver
(directly across the street from Office Depot between Yukon & Albert St)
enter at rear

$45 couple and $25 woman
*no single men this event

Parking is free out front of the building along the side street and yes, even in the lot behind. It says, Reserved, that's because that's for the building you'll be entering from the rear, you can park here, please do. As you get out of your car out back, there is a door that says Libido Events, Welcome to the Naughty Party!

Remember to bring a snack or dish to share, it should require no kitchen help. Nothing please requiring utensils. Please do not arrive empty handed. Cold pop and water are provided.

Bring a duffel bag to put your street clothes in to keep things together please.

**** Tips & Rules ****


7:30 - 9:00pm
Erotic Wax & Ice Play - a fully interactive class
presented by Jennifer
free for party attendees OR $25 couple

Temperature is probably the most fascinating sensation to incorporate into erotic play. You can use temperature to focus the attention of your partner on erogenous zones all over their body. Your use of temperature can create a sense of well-being or extreme excitement.

This workshop will cover how to use temperature and incorporate both hot and cold sensations into your sex play. The tools will include hot wax, ice, and chilled metal items.

There will be a short live demonstration followed by the interactive portion in which everyone will get to practice with the sensations taught in the course.

letting go

where ever my daughter has gone, she has always had a quarter or two perhaps three, tucked inside her back pack for an [emergency] phone call. I taught her how to use a phone myself, then a pay phone and practiced with her until she could recite her and her families full names and numbers and make successful calls. I wanted her safe.

Every day I reach in her bag and if I feel no quarters, I drop a few more in and replenish the supply. Now again I need reminding as she's getting older and I'm not in her stuff like I used to be or as often. Privacy you know?

As she heads out to go to a friends, to school, the pool and out in the world, I always ask "do you have a couple of quarters?". I save them for this purpose.

Recently I was dropping the child off at swimming lessons at the pool when she notified me that she was out of phone call quarters. There were none in the car in the ashtray which was odd but ok, and in my purse was not one.

A bunch of silver rattled about in the bottom of my bag and I was able to pull together .50 cents to hand to my daughter. She looked at my out stretched hand and then at my face. She looked as though I was pulling a joke on her and she did not know the punch line.

"What am I supposed to do with that?" she snarkily says to me, while shaking her head and eyeing me like I'm from some foreign planet.

"Use it to make a phone call, if need be, sorry, I have no quarters." I smile.

As she throws up her hands in despair she says, "Mom look in your own hand, those aren't quarters and you can't make a phone call at a pay phone with out a quarter." She said it so matter of factly, it was a mantra almost for her.

In my haste to teach my child about using a public telephone, I never taught her that you can use any combination of silver to make that phone call. As I had ever only taught using a quarter and always given her quarters, this was her first time to learn differently.

Her face lit up as I explained to her that a pay phone takes dimes, nickels and quarters, that it was able to do that math. It was funny, sort-of, we had a laugh. She's 12 almost 13 and has been able to use a pay phone since age 3.

In future, she's in charge of making sure she has phone call change.

someone in a class

This e-mail is from a woman who recently stumbled across myself and Libido Events and who is now attending parties, classes and events - her world view is now starting "to shift."

Hello Jennifer,

It's becoming clearer to me 'what' you actually offer to myself and to others, as I attend the workshops. As anything in life, the more one pursues something new, the more there is to know and pursue.

I see my learning in these workshops/events as a platform for all other areas of my life. My sexual journey is now the platform to continue to explore all dimensions of my personal/spiritual growth.

Thank you so much for the workshop at the XXXXX. I was surprised at how little vocabulary I had to access for some of your important questions. Alas, I have not stop thinking about boundaries, ethics, triangulation, etc. Your workshops have really challenged alot of my beliefs and self-knowledge. You are masterful at your craft Jennifer.

It was very great to see you again Jennifer. I love getting to know you better. I am thankful for your authentic openness about your life. What an honour to witness your paths.

Looking forward to sat already,

how do people end up here?

I have this cool program on my websites which gives me a bunch of statistical information that is valuable for marketing and such.

What I always find fascinating is what keywords people were seeking for in a search engine, when they end up to my blog.

Here is today's intriguing list...

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