weekend events

The last few days have been a pain in the butt for me, given that Blogger is having some internal troubles that are impacting on the file that houses my blog. Frames, color and formatting gone and amuck, what a piss off. Seems that this was to be my week to deal with web based issues. Not a very pleasurable experience that's for sure but one that I'm working my way through calmly.

My weekend was way too much fun. Spent Friday night at a swingers dance in Burnaby with a friend, Hugh. We had such a great night out and I won a couple of contests, thus resulting in an abundance of free alcohol. As a non drinker, I then wandered the place handing out drinks to anyone I didn't already know. A free pitcher of green beer, and three shots to give away.

When we'd arrived to the dance, some young barely 20 year old man was making eyes with me in the check in area and proceeded to flirt with stolen glances at me for awhile. Shortly, I observed him leave the table he was at, with another 5 people and head towards the washroom.

Excused myself from my date and went to his table, crouched down next to the woman who he had been seated next to. Asked if they were together and in fact found out they were married. I told her, in my sweetest voice that her man had been flirting with me shamelessly and I wanted to have some fun with him later on in the night. Would this be ok and I proceeded to tell her my plan of what I wanted to do.

Yes, oh yes, have fun, she proclaims and I saunter back over to my seat and let some time pass. Young man returns from the washroom, has some conversation with friends at his table, enjoys a beer, flirts with me again briefly with his eyes, and then I go for him.

Boldly I approach him, grab onto his shoulders to lead him and say, "come with me now!" He stumbles his words, his eyes big as saucers. I can't, my wife. I have a wife. Come on I tell him, I'm going to give you a lap dance right over there in the corner of the dance floor and your going to enjoy it, you big flirt.

"Buuuuuutt, my wife?" rolls out of his mouth... Don't worry darling, I tell him, I already got her permission to do you. "You do? You did?" Sounding anxious yet thrilled he's now starting to clue in. "Yes, now follow along..."

and I pushed him down into the chair, straddling them both while I grind and pelvic thrust my way into a lap dance that I've not done for anyone in years. That boy had one hell of a shit eating grin on his face as I road the hardness that grew in his pants while I lavished him with attention and visual eye candy.


Once the song ended, I slipped him my business card, kissed his forehead and said thank you, then walked away.

I then watched him rearrange the bulge in his pants, walk over to his wife, and say thank you.

They smiled and continued on their night as did I. Before they left later that night, they both came to say thank you again.


Last night, Saturday, my Daddy and I went to Rascals and had play time together. I got to swing in suspension until my stomach flipped, then I was single tailed till I could do no more. Leaving lines of welts and bruising covering my back and bottom as a reminder of our play time. Funny, as Jim struck me last night, I was having a loud, long conversation in my head with someone about whether or not I was a strong woman and what I was capable of.

By the time we got home last night it was already into early this morning so it was straight to bed. This morning though a large, hairy man awoke me with his penis sliding into me to coax an orgasm out of my not awoken yet frame before diving between my cheeks for what seemed like an eternity of blissful, satisfying, long stroked ass fucking.

Today I've managed to pick my daughter up from her camping trip with Girl Guides, go grocery shopping, make dinner, clean the house and soon, I'm to the tub for a long soak. Tomorrow is a work day so I've got to go to bed early this evening.

SEAF

Given that Allena, my Bella, is Executive Director of The Wet
Spot and my Daddy is a founder and has art in the show,
of course I'll be attending SEAF again this year. Our
family has a table for the art auction and plans on spending
all the days of SEAF surrounded by art, artists,
beauty, free expression and sex-positive culture.

Seattle Erotic Art Festival 2006
The fourth annual Seattle Erotic Art
Festival held at Consolidated Works (500 Boren
Ave. North) in Seattle on March 24-26, 2006 will
display an expansive exhibition of contemporary
fine art that celebrates the diversity of human
sexual expression and the incredible creativity
with which artists approach the subject of
erotica. The jury and curators selected work
based on quality of execution, originality of
subject and depth of emotion from over 1,200
pieces submitted by 400 artists from around the world.

Doors open on Friday, March 24 at noon; Deities
of the Eros Costume Gala starts at 8pm. The
Festival’s many other offerings include a VIP
reception, Saturday's live auction,
installations, performance art (choreographed by
Little Red Studio, a gallery store
for small works and prints, in addition to
opportunities to attend films, lectures,
workshops and readings. Patrons will be able to
meet the artists including special guest Charles
Gatewood, “the family photographer of America's erotic underground.”

Festival Curator, Pet Silvia, co-proprietor of
the high profile New York gallery Art @ Large
(http://www.artatlarge.com), presents work by
artists: H.R. Giger, John John Jesse, Annie
Sprinkle, Elizabeth Stephens, Barbara Nitke,
Carolyn Weltman, Michael Manning, John
Santerineross, Michele Serchuk, SEAF Award Winner
Boris Starosta, Seattle’s own Rik Garrett and more.

SEAF 2006 is proud to feature the works of SEAF
Award Winners: Hypnox, kenji signani, Andrew
Caldwell, Arice, and Jim Duvall as well as local
artists Demi Raven, Rebecca Raven, Ellen Forney,
krysztof nemeth, Randy Wood, Christian French, Derek Nobbs, and many others.

Last year, SEAF attracted over 4,000 attendees
and received significant media attention. Most
importantly, a large portion of the exhibition
and auction art at SEAF was sold (values ranged
from $100 to $7,000). The sales of prints and
small works in the Festival Store were also impressive.

SEAF was founded in 2002 by Seattle's Sex
Positive Community Center (SPCC) to promote
freedom of sexuality, speech and creativity
through the erotic expression of fine art.


Tables and seats are still available for
Saturday's live auction. Selected works will be
auctioned off by the esteemed auctioneer, Laura
Michalek. Food will be supplied by Hot Dish
Catering (formally Feeding Frenzy). You can
obtain tickets to the auction at Brown Paper
Ticket.

We'd like to thank our sponsors: Art at Large,
Obsidian Security, Vine St. Storage, Babeland,
The Stranger, Utilikilts, The Seattle Sinner,
Amadeo Design, Exotic Underground, Seattle Gay News and JUXTAPOZ magazine.

Additional festival information can be found at
our website.
Tickets can be purchased through Brown Paper Tickets.
THIS EVENT IS OPEN ONLY TO THOSE 18 YEARS OF AGE AND OLDER

making the move from bi-curious to bisexual

Tomorrow night's class is a popular one Ladies. Arrive on time with a notebook and pen in hand, pull up a chair and ready yourself for a couple of hours of fast, fun filled sexy sexual education with yours truly.



March 15 Wednesday
7:00 - 9:30pm
Bi-Curious? Where To Start For Girls Who Want To Date Girls
a womens only class, presented by Jennifer
$25 cash, pay at door
#210 - 207 West Hastings St. (at Cambie) Vancouver
Libido Events

Bi-Curious? Where To Start For Girls Who Want To Date Girls

Making the move from bi-curious to bisexual can be a tough one. This workshop will cover the basics on dating for bisexual women. Tips on finding the right woman and on what to do when you find one will be on the list things we discuss. We will cover some tricks for writing that personal ad or finding the events and places to meet other bi-women.

We will also discuss etiquette used when dating women...because so many of us are used to dating only men. Often, bisexual women have male partners and whether, when, or even if they are included in your bisexual experiences will also be covered. Bring your questions along and as a group we'll talk about all those other common issues.


*attend alone or with a friend either way you'll be safe and comfortable with us

*note to event attendees, Libido Events when in our Hastings street studio, is a shoe free space and also smoke-free. Bottled water is always available for $1.00

questions jennifer@libidoevents.com

open wound

Some times it's just obvious that I need to treat myself very well and tonight is one of those nights. With a delicious home cooked meal in us both, my daughter rubbed my back for 20 minutes before it was my turn to rub her down for an equal amount of relaxation time. Now she's tucked with love into her bed and I'm typing naked in the living room, shortly on my way to bed myself.

Tomorrow I work from 9:00 till 3:00pm then drive home and pick up my daughter before we head off to the local pool for a swim, sauna and hot tub. After a full days work a soak, float and swim will be in order for my over worked mind and body. I'm finding that the pool as of late has been affording me some quiet space to work through some personal issues.

Talking with Reive on Saturday night was good for me. Reive gave me his blessing to write here about one of the issues that I've been struggling with for some time. His blessing was important to me because the issue that I'm struggling with is one that he and I faced together years ago and still today has such an enormous impact on each of our lives and relationships with self & others.


After telling Reive about my recent ponderings to blog re: our past issue, I told him that I didn't need to use his name really to write about the situation and that I'd happily refer to him as someone else. Reive was so clear that he didn't like people referring to him without actually using his name, he loathed innuendos and preferred his name to be used by me.

As for other individuals in my world, I only write about people by "real first name" and circumstances if I have their expressed permission. So bear with me over the next short while as I summon the courage to write about something deeply personal and life changing, and know that all the circumstances you read about were real traumas and triumphs for myself.

Perhaps that's really what I'm working through lately, gathering the strength to personally acknowledge the traumas faced and celebrate the triumphs.

all in a night

being out at Sin City last night brought me home this morning at 3:30. Goodness me did I ever make the most of my night out on the town. Here's a short list of some of what I got myself into...

• BCAA came and retrieved my keys from the front seat of my car after I locked them in when getting my $4.00 parking lot ticket [before I even arrived in to the club]
  
• my back was flogged while sitting in a chair by a man whose name I've forgotten
  
• man who flogged me, I turned the tables on, switched things up, put him in a leather hood and handcuffs then Topped him myself, with his pants around his ankles
  
• wonderfully massaged by a few different sets of warm thoughtful hands
  
• Reive, an old friend kissed me and we spent well over 90 minutes together talking
  
• I lost a shoe, my right one, it was pink and open toed. This makes me sad.
  
• a man came and told me I'm the reason he's even at Sin City and told me the story of how he found Libido Events, then myself and how I introduced him to sex-positive culture. Empowering for me, thank you to him
  
• personally introduced myself to over 30 new people
  
• hung up advertising posters for my friends over at Fetwear
  
• handed out free sexy goodies to the event staff at Sin City because they rock for all their hard work
  
• a good friend threw himself at me, even offering me the chance to take him to the bedroom or the dungeon to have my way with me [this is big as he's scared of me in S/m]
  
• was offered the chance to bottom to numerous other people last night, but I was just too busy being a social butterfly, meeting new people & catching up with old friends

I started the evening in a red pvc skirt with open lacing up each side, black 6 inch platform heels along with a black strapped shiny black pvc top. At nights end I was heading to the coat check wearing only my platforms and a red pvc thong, nothing else. A sign of a wonderful night.

Spent today window shopping Commercial Drive with a girl friend for a few hours, then we parted and I headed over to visit with my friend James. Spent part of the later afternoon hanging out in his bed with he and his girlfriend talking sex & kink. We were all at Sin City last night and lucky me as the non drinker, gets to be the one to recount to all what their activities had been.

Now that I've sent out the Libido Events March 2of2 mailout this evening, I'm about ready for bed and feeling good about all that I've done this weekened.

lush

spent an excessive amount of time soaking in the tub late this afternoon reading a sex manual. How could I not enjoy the bath treat with a Lush bath bomb making the water and me feel pampered. The washroom filled with the scents of sweet orange, cinnamon, cloves and black pepper. Yummy, I'm feeling good enough to be eaten...

Shortly I'll be out the door to Sin City. Already I've chosen my evenings outfit and packed up a small bag of toys. With a good dinner in me in a bit when I arrive in to Sin City I'll be ready for anything anyone.

Lucky me that my Daddy took me shopping for the most beautiful full length, black wool fur lined coat, cause it's so cold out tonight and in my skimpy little outfit I need a coat that will keep my girly bits toasty warm.

Let it be known, I'm in the mood for some action tonight!

better than words

this is a photo of the tattoo that I was trying so hard to describe the other day. Oh yeah, I'm hanging in bondage in Jim's photo studio in Bellingham, hence the tat being upside down!

steeping tea

Hawaiian Island Tea Company - Pineapple Waikiki Tropical Black Tea and Hibiscus Honey Tropical Green Tea.

Hearing the names of the tea alone, makes me want a blanket and a good book.

Midori brought me a box of each delicious tea upon her return from Hawaii. Kara was over a short while ago and I'd made her the Pineapple tea. (can you believe I made the tea and then forgot to serve it) Now that Kara's left I'm sitting here finishing the pot by myself and working on the computer at a candle lit dining room table while dinner cooks in the wok.

My afternoon was spent on the phone and running errands. Volunteer coordinating, event building, booking a new venue and visiting Tracie over at Fetwear to discuss business and talk tickets.

My daughters at her dads this weekend so I've got time to myself to accomplish much and the house is to myself. Tomorrow night is Sin City so to bed early for me tonight.

body modifications

Today's bridge luncheon at church went well, I even bought a quaint little tea pot for my Daddies morning cup of tea. My daughters Guides unit certainly came away from this social event making a fair bit of money for their camp fund. The 40 women in the league enjoyed playing bridge and the meal that we 5 volunteers served them all.

Tonight at the local pool I was in my bathing suit sitting in the sauna and hot tub all by my lonesome. Soaked my weary body in the over-heated water till I was almost light headed, jumped out for a cold shower and a cool down, then right back in again. This time straight to the jets, to let the forceful spray of water work it's way from the base of the back of my neck, down my spine slowly, over and steady on the tailbone, right then left butt cheek, dead center till they felt numb and finally letting the water push the tension out my toes as I held my feet to the spray.


In the sauna, sitting yoga style, palms up, eyes closed, breathing from my vagina, I found some peace in the smell of cedar and the quiet of the closed heated room. My mind settled and I knew that this was a place that I wanted to return to again.

Walking out of the sauna a man questions me as I walk towards the overhead shower nozzle. "What's your tattoo worth?" he asks me. "How much?" Pausing to reflect back 7 years till when it was done took me a few seconds. Before I could answer him, he'd positioned himself so he could see the tattoo on my upper right shoulder more clearly.

Then looks me in the eyes and says "you know tattoos always look better when they are filled in with color." I perhaps give him an amused look and he says "don't you think?"

Well thanks for asking since it is my body & tattoo you're talking about, I'm thinking to myself. "No, I've never thought of it that way, or had that opinion on another's body modifications or my own", I tell him.

"Hm" is his intelligent reply. "Yours would look better with color in it" he tells me. "What exactly is it anyways?"

If you've not seen my tattoo, it's two hearts handcuffed together with a chain connecting them. A single tail whip is cracking down my back and between the hearts. There is a small letter J in one of the handcuff corners and the other has a C in it. The J is for Jennifer of course, and friends have said over the years that the C stands for Commitment. Those who know me applaud and appreciate my commitment to both my activism and my kink.

So back to his question, "what exactly is it anyways?" He'd annoyed me, interrupted my private thinking space to offer a negative unsolicited comment and was at this point bordering on being rude. I'd had enough of this person and he deserved what happened next.

"You want to know exactly what it is?" He nods, meets my eyes with a smirk and his face goes all weird as he obviously does not understand my answer to his question.

"My tattoo is a property tag",** I tell him. "Property, like someone owns it?", "No" I tell him, "property like someone owns me, ownership." He adjusts his half naked Speedo wearing self and says "Cool, but you should still tell the guy it would look better in color."

The term bitch slap came to mind, and of course I refrained. Really though, my body is nobodies business but my Daddies, my Doctors and my self.

Standing in the women's change room, bottoms removed I caught a glimpse of my soggy self from the waist up. Sticking out the side of my bikini top is the scar from January's breast surgery. The hot water made it look angry and purple, standing out strongly, at least to my eyes. Two days ago I went to see the doctor to have the final stitches taken out. Two stitches, that were supposed to be dissolving ones, just would not leave. The knot on one end and a full stitch, thankfully she removed from my breast the stragglers and now I can put that whole experience behind me.

Lucky for the man at the pool that he wasn't any nosier. On my right hip is a large brand, I don't even want to ponder the stupid type of comment he would have offered if he'd seen that bold body modification on my body. 5 inches tall by 4 inches wide, hard to deny what it is. This is my commitment to who and what I am. Remember the C in the handcuff standing for commitment? Or perhaps he saw the brand and could not find anything to say, hence to fair game on my very personal tattoo which is actually covering a cutting that someone did on me 7 years ago.


**note, my tattoo is not a property tag. I've worn a property tag over the years in two different relationships and at this moment, I'm void of one. I normally would have told someone who'd asked me nicely about the tattoo that it symbolizes a time in my life when I thought that I had to make a choice between a relationship that was not kinky and actually acknowledging my own kinkiness.

in and to bed

home now from my evening class and settled in with the late news on the tv. I'd planned on writing once in tonight and dumping some of my thoughts here, but it would appear that I'm not up for it.

A man was laying in a cross walk a short while ago with blood coming out his left eye and his left temple was obviously in need of a couple of stitches. He'd fallen in the rain storm and was having trouble getting back up. Head wounds bleed profusely and his was no exception. The trickle of red blood running random mean looking lines down his face actually made my stomach churn for a second.

Stopped my car when I saw him laying there, put on the four way flashers, then got out with a blanket to help. A short while later, two young men stopped in a car to help me and they called 911 for an ambulance. When asked his name, the man could not come up with one for himself. Head traumas suck as do concussions.

Tomorrow I'm back working over at Little Sisters book store in the morning with Jim before heading off to my daughters Girl Guides fundraiser at the local church all afternoon. I'm in charge of the "white elephant" table with items for sale at the women's bridge luncheon over at the local church.

off to bed for this tired little sex activist

Jennifer

life changes

Happy International Womens Day to all you beautiful & powerful women.

I'm off to teach a private class on Erotic Wax & Ice play to a group of people over on the North Shore this evening. When I finally arrive in later, I've got much to get off my chest and plan on writing. Hopefully I'll be able to draw out of myself what's swirling in my head and get the emotions separated from the facts so I can lay it all out.

I've been inspired this past week to change my life in a BIG way and already underway are changes. I did not know I could find the courage and strength to do for myself what I've been putting off for so long but I'm happy with myself for embarking on this new journey.

I'm having a hard time and a struggle already, it's far from easy and I suspect that the first while will be the hardest for me. Want to offer me support for an issue that you won't ever know anything about?

Send me mail, write me about change and transitions and how to do these things with grace even when they challenge is beyond belief. I need to hear about triumph over personal demons and courage to do things for oneself. I'm looking to be built up privately for awhile by anyone with the time to send a note. I need to feel good about myself as what I'm embarking on is difficult for even me; it makes me feel insignificant, scared and lonely.

Off to teach and inspire people to have more joyful kinky sex, more later.

hugs

mustache

the other night I was naked, laying in bed alongside Jim. His fingers trailing over my bare breasts, down to the warmth of my mons. He stops abruptly and says "What is this, a little hitler mustache?" Smiling a little nervously, I was a tad self conscious of my new shave job, he ran his fingers ran through the little tuft of hair.

Later the next day, on the sofa cuddled up to Jim watching tv & talking, while my daughter worked on an art project in another room, who knew what would next happen?

Suddenly my daughter appears smiling smugly of a girl doing no good, she walks into the room with a small little black mustache above her youthful 12 year old lip. [a piece of electrical tape] Jims face lights up as he sees her, then turns to look at me, nodding and says, "like mother, like daughter Jennifer." Took me less than a second for the light of recognition to come on, then I couldn't stop laughing.

feminist

feminism
One entry found for feminism.
Main Entry: fem·i·nism
Pronunciation: 'fe-m&-"ni-z&m
Function: noun
1 : the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes
2 : organized activity on behalf of women's rights and interests

Merriam Webster, 2006

Feminism, meaning the faith in women, the advocacy of rights of women, or the prevalence of female influence, did not appear until the 1890s following the 1892 First International Woman's Congress in Paris which used the label feministe.

Jane Mills, Woman Words 1989

"Mother, what is a Feminist?"
"A Feminist, my daughter,
Is any woman now who cares
To think about her own affairs
As men don't think she oughter."

Alice Duer Miller, 1915

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat or a prostitute.

Rebecca West, 1913

small world department

this came to my inbox and given that polyamory is such a hot topic these days in my life, I thought I'd repost it (with the authors consent) This is another example of how well loved I am by Allena and how we (our poly family of Allena, Jim & I) do not even need to be together, to be seen as shining love examples and obviously in love with another.

Hi Jennifer,

I was at a play party in Dallas over the weekend, and I overheard a woman sitting on a couch near me praising her awesome girlfriend "Jennifer" who was a kink educator.

I thought "Hmm, that description sounds familiar."

It turned out, of course, that it was Allena.

Your Humble Jester (and stun gun crash-test dummy from "In The Woods 05")

P

Even though we are a committed poly family, we still all play with others when opportunity and time permits. Made me chuckle to read the below as the email response for thanking P for his original note. P sent back the following email, which shows 1. his attentions towards my Bella and 2. that Bella was trying to get lucky with some woman in another state while on a road trip by herself for a change.

Hi Jennifer,

I would be honored for you to repost the email. Please use my "foole@icehouse.net" address for publication. What made the Dallas "Hallmark moment" particularly remarkable is that Bella was talking you up to an incredibly hot little domme named "M" who *I* was cruising, and who, in turn, was cruising Allena. I finally decided to try to match them up in the interest of promoting cultural diversity, (and in the hope of getting to watch a *Hot Lesbian Sex* scene later.) I told them that I thought they would be a good match, since I'd seen both of them play.[cut here]

For me, this is all a chance to practice COMPERSION.

Word of the day:

Compersion n: The feeling of taking joy in the joy that others you love share among themselves, especially taking joy in the knowledge that your beloveds are expressing their love for one another.

writing

just finished writing up the Libido Events newsletter for March, part 1 of 2 of it anyways. In another window my mighty iBook is sending it out to the mailing list as we speak.

Jim left at noon today after arriving in to me yesterday. We spent a private night in together, forgoing BP for sex and sleep. Today had me homebound with my daughter doing mom stuff and helping her settle in after a weekends trip away camping with Girl Guides. It's been a long weekend and tomorrow there's a full day awaiting me.

The Libido Events Naughty Party is this coming Friday March 3rd. You can read today's Libido Events mail-out here.

article in the paper

In this weeks issue of The Stranger, Mistress Matisse did a little interview with Jim, Bella and I entitled Table for Three. It's was due out last week and made it out now, not bad in newspaper time. Have a read here.

value of education

this morning first thing had me in a meeting at Little Sisters before they even opened, then to grocery shopping, returning home by 11:00. It was a morning filled with accomplishments. Little Sisters gifted me with a new product to try out and some fabulous business news that stroked my professional ego.

This evening my daughter had a friend over, they're completing a school project, on Egypt. When her friend left, I was cleaning up the living room and I noticed that my copy of XTra West was turned upside down. Being somewhat obsessive-compulsive, I know I put newspapers down face up. So why would Vancouver's lesbian & gay biweekly be upside down on the coffee table?

Turning to my daughter who was doing something else, I casually say, "there is no right or wrong answer babe, and it's no big deal, but I'm wondering if you turned my copy of XTra West over when your friend was visiting"? "No" replies my daughter, "I turned it over before she got here." Shows what I know!

There's been this nagging little issue popping up in my head that needs resolution, perhaps you can help me.

Would you show up to a Libido Events workshop or party, without any money? Then when asked to pay, just before the workshop starts, would you stand before me and ask if your attendance in the class was free, or could be free. "No" I say, rather bewildered by the question and quite frankly the absurdity of the whole idea. "Well then could I get in for free?" rolls of this person lips effortlessly.

Calmly & slowly, I asked why I would let them in for free. I know the person, and have known them over time. Not as a friend, but rather as a friendly acquaintance and this acquaintance, told me of being broke today and unable to pay. Not a volunteer of Libido Events, not a supporter at any other events in the last year, not a phone call or e-mail request, but suddenly I'm good enough for a $25 event pass, on the house, at this exact moment? With a smile, I say ok, sure. And before I can say another word this person leans in towards me and says, "so I need to know if I have to pay you back?"

What the hell, of course you have to pay me back I'm thinking to myself. This is just turning into one big flaky conversation that I'm not at all enjoying. Someone undermining my work and it's value when it comes to paying me, yet considering it valuable enough to show up for.

Yes please attend this evenings workshop and enjoy yourself, learn much at my expense. I've much work to do at this moment and don't want to be dealing with the issue of $25. Tomorrow though is another story, I plan on phoning this person and making sense of it all.

aaahhhh

first photo

last nights Hands-On Hand and Foot Bondage class with Midori was fabulous. Great event and certainly not the highlight of her Vancouver visit with me this time round. The highlight would be, Midori and Libido Events announcing that we will be doing a Rope Dojo together this July here in Vancouver. (obviously, more details will be forthcoming) Now that is sexy news.

On another note, this is the first photo that I've uploaded to my blog after getting the new camera for Christmas. I even managed to find a way to tag it with my URL, I'm feeling quite proud of my little independent self just now.

Time for me to drive to pick my daughter up from her after school class, followed by a quick dinner and then straight to Girl Guides. This after a private 3.5 hour long coaching session today. Another rewarding day...

friends

My partner Allena put up a blog a short while ago and she's now starting to write regularly. You can read Bella's writing here. This is the woman who has most directly shaped my activism and who I "came out" for to the rest of the world. Prior to Allena, although having had experience with women sexually, I'd never called myself bisexual before. Falling in lust then love with Allena made me aware that bisexual was a label that fit me, if labels were going to be used as identifying factors either to myself or the outside world.

I am a bisexual woman who enjoys attention, love & sex with people of either or any gender.

Midori arrives in to me this afternoon, staying here for a few days while she's teaching classes for Libido Events. Tonight's class is Erotic Foot Pampering for Couples what an evening it's going to be, couples playing & learning alongside Midori.

Spoke with David Steinberg a few times over the last couple of days and we're readying for his visit to Vancouver to present for Libido Events in March. Even more exciting for us is that while David's in town, we're doing a photo shoot together. I get to be photographed intimately by the Erotic Photographer who changed the way I look at erotic art and it's beauty.

I've got to give thanks again to Little Sisters Books store for their continued support of sex-positive education. The store is very good to Libido Events, selling tickets to our events and keeping me supplied with all of the books that I need to remain an up to date sex educator. Thanks Jim for all you do, thus allowing me to pass on the seed and enthusiasm to others for a more varied rich sex life.


Washing a yucky pot last night in the sink, when I realized the scrubber I was using was dead. What does a sex activist do when she runs out of pot scrubbers at 10:30pm at night? Well I went into my storage room, opened up the bin that I keep my Wax & Ice play supplies in for classes and grabbed a fresh, new one. Does this make me a pervert?

Jennifer over at Tickled Pink and I were talking yesterday and she's got a bunch of new items over at her store worth checking out. Shopping at Tickled Pink means that you're supporting a local to Vancouver, woman owned adult store, that's also sex-positive.

Time for me to ready for another day of work. I'm so pleased that what I do for work is something that I enjoy and am passionate about. Part of what makes my job so cool is the varied people I meet and the opportunities & education that each brings with them.

bowling then Rascals

what a Saturday night I had. First my daughter had a bowling fundraiser for her Girl Guide group. Along with another 100 plus people we (a small group of us mothers & daughters) put on this fundraising event to help offset the cost of sending our children to Guelph this summer for 12 days. The evening was a sell out and the silent auction a huge success, my daughter even having the winning bid on an item that had caught her eye.

Left from the bowling alley early and drove to Rascals where I marched straight into the women's restroom to change from Girl Guide mother to woman on the prowl. Stockings, heels, skirt, the whole girly bit and off I went to find myself some action in the dungeon.

Would have found a play date sooner but there were just so many people to say hello to. Before I even had my bags down, there were friends I'd not seen in forever, people from classes I've taught, others whom I've worked with privately, new people to be introduced to and then the Tops in the room who caught my eye.

Wanting to bottom and looking to be done, I was delighted when my old friend John came along and offered to whack the hell out of me. What fun I thought as I bounced over to the cross. Stockings around my ankles, garters tucked into my panties that were up the crack of my ass.

Floggers rained down my back and made me dance all over, fingers trailing creating in me waves of energy building, then the pound on the bottom of more...ooh that soothed my masochistic hunger. Single tail CRACK lands in the air, never quite on me. Feed my hunger I think to myself, then tell him, HIT ME, and he does laughing, over and over. CRACK CRACK CRACK and it looks just like the words all over my body, loud and bold. We hugged, I laughed, it was a good scene, it's rewarding to have friends who understand my wants.

There was a woman, on the floor at the feet of her Daddy, hands cuffed. I knew them enough to ask him if I could just take her and play with her. (jokingly of course, and only really to get a little rise out of her as she's sitting on the floor, never thinking a yes would be said) Low and behold, he says yes. We all negotiate and off I go with a woman who I'd never thought I'd play with but suddenly grateful for the opportunity to add this new experience to our relationship with one another.

Watching people float and drift is an awesome experience, making someone do it is powerful. Saw parts of my friend I didn't know I'd ever see and gained a respect for the level of relationship trust she and her Daddy share, and allowed me temporarily apart of.

Then there was my old friend, who pissed me off just to see. Made me want to drop the person to the floor and at the same time, give the most welcoming embrace to someone long absent and missed. How do you move on?

Was home by 12:45 and sitting cross legged on the living room floor back in my jeans and hunter green angora sweater typing and eating cashews and Hersheys kisses filled with caramel.

My daughter is in my bed sleeping, awaiting for me to crawl in next to her, draw her in tight and drift off myself. And that's what I'm going to do right after I find some pjs to wear because for the next few days, I need to keep my body covered as it heals.