Baby Planning

The weather has changed, it's cooler out now than I'd like and the sun is hiding away again. I prefer the warmer temperatures as I seem to be happier without gray skies and rain on my head. Alas, Fall is here and I need to adapt to this new season, again.

The change in the temperature and on the page on my calendar, making it now October always serves as a reminder that I am getting older. You see, my birthday is at the end of this month, right before Halloween.

I like birthdays I really do, but this one has got my knickers tied in a knot. I will be thirty six years old, in a mere few weeks. Not flamingly old, but older none the less. After turning thirty five last year, I've been noticing more and more articles in the paper, and health care professionals on tv discussing mothers over the age of 35, as OLDER.

You see, we're very close to having a baby. The appointments have been made, the tests all run and things are working well in my body. It is time. But let me reiterate, the media keeps saying to me, that women are waiting "till they are OLDER" to have babies now a days.

I had my daughter at the start of my twenties, some time ago now. So much so, that I can honestly say that I have forgotten the horrific labor that raged through my body for 27 hours before the birth of my incredible baby girl.

So ok, I am older now and getting very close to do it "ALL OVER AGAIN". Am I old? I think not. I feel like I'm settling in nicely to adult hood, right-about-now. But to call me older, or old makes me think of some dried up curmudgeon giving birth and this is so not me.

I'm fit, healthy, lively, fun, loving, responsible, successful, loved, in a wonderful relationship and finally ready to be a mom to another child, again.

My daughter is ready to be a big sister and RC is ready to be a father for the first time in his life. Our family is about to grow. And so is my belly.

Change is good and welcome around our household. I don't have any fear this time round as we're all having this child together, our whole family.

My daughter was born with natural child birth, a mid wife and a birthing room. This baby is going to come from me, as I smile instead of scream. Nothing natural needed this time round, I'm older and smarter and know my limits. Give me drugs and let me enjoy the process of being old enough and wise enough to make such a profound decision to have this second child with the aides of modern medicine.

My age is certainly relevant to my decision for drugs this time round!

Sarah Palin

I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks. I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it's their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.

I don't like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical. The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists.

But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story -- connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the world. Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity.

Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God's plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin's view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, "It was a task from God."

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women who are raped and incested and ripped open against their will should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist's baby or not.

She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many babies that makes.

Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference. This is a woman who could and might very well be the next president of the United States. She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth.

Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air.

Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when war is declared in God's name, when the rights of women are denied in his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.

I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S., but of the planet. It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack. It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction. It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or whether we build more and more methods of killing. It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don't move you to go and do everything in your power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, "Drill Drill Drill." I think of teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis, doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain.

Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?

written by Eve Ensler

Keeping Up

It's already October, who can believe it???!!!? :::gasp:::

Some days, ever which way I turn I feel lost. Sadly a lot of today has been like this.

I slept shitty and placed blame wrongly on the man in my life, when *apparently* what woke me as I had just drifted off to sleep was not him. Uhh ... sorry sweetie.

Due to said horrid sleep, I was up and out of the house at the ungodly hour of 8:45 AM. I managed to run my morning errands in the city and be done with them in remarkably short order. Having returned a box of art to a local photographer in time for an exhibit she is apart of this weekend. Since we took down her "woman art" from our walls she is giving us "man art" next. I'm really excited to see everyone's reactions to the new series.

A stop off at the local sushi haunt, to get my daughter something special for dinner. RC and I have Deviant Dining this evening, so I just knew she'd appreciate a surprise for herself to eat.

Off to the post box to unload it into my purse, and then a run into the produce market and the butchers. Like I said, it was errand morning, sometimes this shit just has to get done.

Then I promptly came home, unpacked everything into the fridge, and crawled right back into bed for a 90 minute nap. Yup, another nap in the middle of the day and necessary to boot, as I'm still fighting this crapastic bug that won't let its hold on me go already.

I awoke just in time to notice that there were three calls on my cell that all required urgent attention. One call had such worrying news that RC threw on clothes and we were out of the house in panic mode in under 3 minutes to prevent a crisis. Both of our hearts were pounding as we tended to this high level emergency. Thankfully we had it under control in less than 2 hours and were able to return home again.

Now my guy bought 1200 feet of delicious hemp rope recently and has been dying, cutting and oiling it now with much gusto. Everything RC does, he does well and the rope is just another example of how fast he learns new skill sets to ... perfection. You can't tell his rope dying, oiling and cutting from any of the big named sources out there.

I'm cooking a roast with peppers right now, for dinner this evening at The Lounge and am already all dressed, and in a skirt even. My feet are adorned with a brand new pair of Steve Madden shoes in purple, one of the two pair RC bought me in Seattle last weekend.

Now off to Deviant Dining!

Friends & Ignorant People

I had a wonderful sleep in this morning, till 10. Then I saw clients in the office just after noon. Wonderful women, and I was able to easily give what they needed. Came home and had a mid day nap, which was needed as my body has still not fully recovered from this latest bout of illness that has been plaguing me.

Squeezed in a short bit of time with my daughter after school and had a chance to catch up with her and her interesting teen-world.

I found this phone number on the evening news ... 1 866 580 3625 It is the DO NOT CALL REGISTRY for those of us who no longer wish to be contacted by telemarketers. I've tried a few times to get through and get registered, however since the program just launched today, the number has been busy, non stop. Get yourself registered if you are like me and sick and tired of being hounded by fruitcakes trying to sell me things I never asked for.

Then back to the Lounge again for a working event where a number of writer volunteers met me to assist with the rewrites of all of my class write ups. We're getting this all done in time for the new websites launch. Six different individuals working fervently towards a similar goal had the work done in just three hours. My friends ROCK - thank you to each of you who helped out.

RC came by The Lounge after his work day, and assembled our brand new tripod swing. Oh My Goddesses, wait till you climb in and feel for yourself what a ride it is! We have amassed an incredible collection of BDSM equipment, sex machines, and sex equipment too.

Now we are all home together and it is soon nights end. RC is eating in the dining room, my daughter and i are in the living room side-by-side on computers and we are all tired. My In Box is just about caught up and next I'm going to spend a short while before bed, loading events into the new calendar.

You know your good, when others mimic you. Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery, BUT it also just shows how dense some people are that they can't even create anything new themselves, by idea or even by topic. I appreciate everyone sharing how much they find laughable these copy cats and how mocking their attempts is now a community joke.

Michael Kandola does a Hate Crime

Given what I have read thus far on this matter, and heard the victim speak of, it is fitting that Michael Kandola's actions be prosecuted as a "Hate Crime" on top of the charge of "Assault" that has already been filed against him.

Kandola broke a mans jaw in THREE places, with one sucker punch when he had no reason to. He was not provoked, and did not even know the victim.

Kandola hates gays, and used sexual orientation slurs to further punch home his message to the poor young fellow who was simply walking down a street holding the hand of his same-sex friend, before being dropped to the ground, broken and battered.

The full article found in the Vancouver Sun can be read here. The photo of Kandola is to show YOU the face, of this horrid man, so filled with hate that he thinks he is above the law and able to harm anyone at will.

Remember this face, tell your friends and family his name, shame him for his despicable actions.
The fact that our Crown Council wants him charged with a Hate Crime is further proof that the powers that be, are *starting* to notice the publics outrage at these types of crimes and the perpetrators actions as heinous and uncalled for. Of course it should come as no shock to anyone that Kandola was already "known to police" according to BCTV and the noon news.

And hey Kandola, many of us believe in karma....here's hoping your God gets to you, before someone else takes this matter up with you, aside from the BC Court system. What goes around, comes around.

Jack Rinella Vancouver visit

I love Seattle and all my friends and supporters here. Hell, I love shopping in this city, it is just outrageous the difference in prices between Canada and the US.

We've been through so many stores, I couldn't even name them all. But the receipts are *very telling* as we've spent a lot of money thus far this visit. We don't do this that often but with Fall coming both RC and I were in dire need of a number of fine items that were best obtained South of the border. And so, we made it happen.

There was also package awaiting us at Allena's: over twenty dildos, butt plugs and strap-on's. We have amassed a boat load of intriguing cargo to be bringing home with us upon our return. I have this vision of the Jeep exploding open at the border, and sex toys exploding out all over the place along with designer clothes.

We're both starting to feel much better now, RC still looks a little weary though and I have a bad cough, but hey we can stand upright without feeling faint in like, oh, ten seconds. Progress is good.

The weather is gorgeous and we've eaten in some wonderful restaurants as well. All in all a good time so far.

I checked my professional email account today, and was so grateful that I had enabled my Auto Responder. If I owe you an email, it could take me a bit to get back to you.

This week has some kick ass events going on, what with Jack Rinella's in town teaching two classes for us, our Deviant Dining dinner event, and our NAUGHTY Play Party on Saturday. I guess we do need to return home to bring this all to fruition.

Good Times

Classes were spectacular this afternoon. Both of them went great, I couldn't ask for a better group of people to educate and empower. Twenty couples, dang I really packed em' in!

It's true, a few people have tried to emulate my classes, but no such luck. My educational series, the Erotic Arts Curriculum and my style of presentation has me coming out ahead by a long shot.

Two classes back to back today had me drained. Not so much from the teaching, but more from the cold that has left me weak and still hacking up a lung. I am better though, just not recovered as of yet.

Dinner out with a group of kinky friends was a nice way to complete our day.

RC treats me like a queen, he also thinks of me and does things to make me feel important loved and cherished. For that I love him even more. Hey, when he and I are completely illness free, we have some serious whoopee to catch up on.

This evening is in bed with Allena and RC, life does not get any better than this.

Shopping Extravaganza

Despite being sick, the both of us, we have made our way South of the border. It's a fairly intense schedule but hey it's necessary.

We've been in Seattle for a whole day now and accomplished a lot. If you count shopping at the Mac Cosmetic store, Lulu Lemon Outlet, Nordstroms, and DKW shoes a big deal. And hey, I do. With this in mind, our day has been grueling and all about finding "just the right items".

The day finished off with RC, Allena and I all out on the town for a very formidable dinner, one that was bigger than I could complete. The drank Margarita's and I played chauffeur. Good times with people I love.

Now it's time for bed, even though I popped day time cold medicine today, I still feel like shit. And when one feels this lousy, sleep is the only answer. Even all my new purchases weren't able to make me forget just how sick I am.

I am very loved and quite frankly, am enjoying the positive impacts of this on my life.

Ramblings from a Feverish Woman

I took RC for a pedicure, his feet needed some loving and he'd never before been treated to such a delight. His smooth toes running along my calves at night are just a bonus.

My daughter was horrified when notified about this bloody injustice involving a wrongly postponed Social Injustice class. So much miffed that she wrote a letter to the editor of the Vancouver Sun. Her level of activism in this world astounds me, though the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

We, as in RC and I are still sick, on the bend somewhat, but truly still unwell and living on suppressants to maintain any semblance of upright health and mobility.

I believe in karma, like so many others that I know. It's such a shame that negative things happen to people but you know, "what goes around, comes around." And those who toss stones, shouldn't be surprised when stones or even small pebbles are tossed back at them.

We've added a new monthly event to the Lounges calendar, its called Dungeon Players, and is a BDSM play party. The first one is set to happen on Saturday October 11 and we're thrilled by the response thus far to this cool event. It has a lower price point than our other parties, and still offers many unique offerings that can't be found elsewhere.

It's come to my attention that someone I held respect for, is lying about who they are to a great number of people and making demands on the general public that are faaaar from ethical. Someone with two years of experience last year, suddenly has over 16 years experience this year and this same person is asking people interested in their business pursuit to "submit photos" of themselves before being "accepted" into their clique. Neither of these points bode well with me or anyone I know of, and further are showing so many the negatives of this individual. Lies and attractiveness tests. Blah! Lost my vote!

Vulva Reconstruction Surgery

Being sick sucks for sure, and is proof, that my life is far from perfect. If you could see me right now, you'd realize what a number this cold has done to me.

My eyes are puffy red, tearing, small little slits. My nose is dripping. My lungs hurt as they make a bark noise which sounds horrid coming from a human. My head and body are on fire with fever. I vomited twice yesterday. My voice is crackly and it pains me greatly to swallow. My limbs ache and are suffering from exhaustion. My backside even has discontent from laying flat on my back for so long.

Just to make matters worse, RC is sick too. For the first time in years, he came home from work mid-day as he couldn't continue seeing patients in his sorry ill state either.

We're both popping day and night time cold medicine, downing fever reduction tablets sucking on throat lozenges and falling asleep constantly while seated upright. What a couple we are. This too shall pass, soon we hope.

The only person to not become over run with this virus is the teenager in the house. Lucky, lucky her. This does mean that last evening she gave me the most amazing 45 minute foot rub imaginable trying to alleviate my whining.

I've been trying to work on the commitments some in the midst of all the tissues, runs to the bathroom, sneezing attacks, and prolonged nap times, but not with much success unfortunately.

And before I leave you, have a read about this new trend that is out. One in which women have vaginal reconstruction surgery for cosmetic reasons. This is disturbing and offensive, designing ones genitals to some notion of "ideal". Blah. : (

Girl Love

Here I am again, at an unsightly hour, on the computer. Awhile ago, I tucked in RC to our bed, after giving him a rub down with massage oils before he went to sleep. Prior to that, I taught my G-Spot class to a wonderful group of people. My guy works tomorrow, a long shift, as do I, except I get to work from home naked in bed.

There is so much on my plate these days, that my mind is just twirling with To-Do Lists and half finished thoughts. I'm feeling really great about the rewards from all this effort, but the work load has left me with the weight of the world on my shoulders.

It's been so many years now since I fell in love with Allena. Our relationship is the longest one in my entire dating life. It is also the one relationship that has had the biggest and most positive impact to me personally.

Allena has gifted me with her love, unconditionally as I have come into my own. Allena has loved me through trying times and changes of self, character and identity. Her love has made it possible for me to feel safe enough to spread my wings and do things that still surprise me. Allena is so strong and capable, she has always been a role model to me and for me. I am her Top though and she is my bottom, this secondary to the fact that we are life partners of course.

We've shared men, heart ache, travel, staggering successes and horrid losses. We've grown together and continue to do so. I can not even imagine my life with out her, she is my guide and she is part of my family.

Allena knows me in the negative sense, and celebrates me as the positive force that I am. Allena is far from perfect, much like myself, but this is irrelevant, we are true to one another for who we really are.

She is beautiful, wise, kind hearted, energetic, enthusiastic, intelligent, a people person and an activist just like me. Her activism came first, and mine followed, as I learned from her example. We are different in so many ways, from our approach, to our ages and interests.

We are similar in so many ways, from our professional lives, to our style of loving and whom & what we find attractive. I'm a mother, to a teenager, Allena is a Mom to an entire community of people. Each of us is capable of moving mountains.

We see one another again shortly and for a few days. Just being around her makes me feel all tingly inside. Getting in her pants and spending time with her, is what makes me heart swell with pride.

She is the most amazing partner, and she loves me. I am so blessed to have her love and self in my life for so long.

Wanted: Sleep & Rest

No rest for the wicked, nor the successful. I have a deadline in front of me that I'm trying valiantly to meet. And as such, here I am awake at this unsightly hour, still working away frantically.

I'm attempting to upload the October calendar both to the OLD Libido Events site and then to the new site. Because, you see, the new site goes live very very shortly, and everything needs to be be on the calendar before you all see it. It is going to knock your knickers off of you. For me, it will become super easy to add in events and to maintain. Wait, just you wait and see.

My days of unskilled HTML labor are soon to be ending and thankfully too as I am just to busy for such things. In fact, October has me hosting TWENTY TWO different events, and SIX private events. Yeah, I'm kinda swamped.

With this in mind, I'm booking myself and my family into a real treat, an adventure of sorts to give us some time to bond over an extraordinary experience and also to have some down time together. And I'm also making an appointment for myself all alone, at the spa, to unwind and center myself in the midst of the month of craziness.

Don't even get me started on November, I'm flying all over the country teaching and sharing my Erotic Arts Curriculum to a whole new audience. Go Jennifer.

My middle of the night break is now over and it's time for me to return to calendar building. Wish me luck!



::::UPDATE::::

It's 3:28 in the afternoon, and I'm in bed, still working on my laptop. Yes I got some sleep, from 2 something this morning till 10 AM. Then at noon the Lounges NEW SEX SWING, and FULL TRIPOD stand was delivered to our house. Dang is it ever impressive. In about 1/2 an hour, I need to start readying for my G-Spot class this evening.

Rest Needed

After SULTRY last night, I was completely and utterly exhausted. I was also orgasmed out, and happy beyond belief. For some reason, I was unable to fall asleep when we got home at 12:30 and ended up heading to bed at around two in the morning, so not good, especially given my hectic weekend pace. This of course has given me a small case of the grumblies today.

Thirty six people attended our bathhouse event. Our fifth time running this ever popular and exciting night for our peeps. It is an event that is open to members of Libido Lounge and non members alike.

Our massage girl was on site working her magic, she even roped me in for a rub down which just made me melt to her touch, blissfully so. Everyone on the guest list made it to the party and most met new friends to frolic and laugh with.

What was most remarkable was that all the couples played. The sauna is an equalizer, it has each person naked in short order. The eye candy was scrumptious, it's really sexy to watch others fuck, cruise, flirt and play. So much to see and do, a great way to spend your evening.

We played adult games as always, and did our infamous shower scene too. No matter who you are or what level of experience you have at attending adult parties, rest assured that you will be apart of sexy naughty fun when you join us for SULTRY. The water guns were out and filled with icy cold water, making the human targets shriek as they were each nailed. Oh, the joy!

The steam rooms were action filled from an early hour and I was busy a woman all night long being a social butterfly, talking with friends, having sex and making a few girls rather, um, ecstatic.

If you missed out, you should be kicking yourself. Fear not though, as we are doing it again in October & November. Want tickets for you and yours? Email me now for ticket information as you must pay for them in advance, and rest assured it will be a night to remember.

Today was another story all together, nine people became members of Libido Lounge as it was Orientation day. A wonderful group of friends too, very friendly and eager to share in our sex-positive corner of the world. Introducing them to the facility and our amenities fills me with great joy, and optimism for our long term goals.

Now I am in bed, with my computer on my lap working diligently on the October calendar. The planning and event production never stops around here.

Pierced Nipples

There's way too much going on right now and tonight for me to spend any time writing about it all at length.

I mentioned yesterday in my post that RC and I were taking our good friend Deej, to be pierced for her fortieth birthday. Suffice to say, it happened and all went well. (and I even had my jewelery changed)

Deej, wrote about it all here.

Now I am off to SULTRY, our bath house event, and being joined by a shitload of people. I'm very excited.

Shining Brightly I Am

Time just disappears so fast around me. I mean really. We awoke at 9:30 this morning and were out the door by 10:00. A trip to the bank, post box and then for fruit and veggies, the usual neighborhood run.

Next stop was a shopping trip to restocked the Lounges kitchen basics: pop, water, juice, chips, cookies other staples. Some sewing notions and a few lunch ables for home.

We then went for Pho at our favorite eatery, and had a yummy lunch together RC & I. Then we drove to the Lounge, to drop off all of the shopping and refill the fridge and cupboards.

I came home and promptly had an hour long nap while my man zipped off to an appointment in New West. I awoke, and sliced strawberries for Exploratorium which was tonight.

Then I did an hour of computer work, to answer the emails that were awaiting my time and attention. A very long telephone call to a store that has hooked up with me for a big project we are working on together. We needed to work out details and managed to do so. Still much work left to do, but the rest needs to wait till next week.

Cooked my daughter some dinner and spent some time with her. Then made my way to packing up the gear necessary to fill all the booths at tonight's event.

RC came back home and we did some house chores together. And much to my delight he brought home some seriously gorgeous flowers, all in bright purples. Lillies, and damn do they ever fill the dining room with a heady scent of lusciousness.

We left at 6:15 for Exploratorium, our sampler event for play at the Lounge. Our volunteers were set to arrive at 7 and they all showed up on time. Great friends. The doors opened at 7:30 and people started arriving to the Drop-In event. Our goal is to show everyone a good time, and no one left disappointed. Amazing things happen at the Lounge, and tonight was another great example of this. I'd tell you what all I alone did to people in my booth, but quite frankly its just to damn difficult to put into words, and you'd have to have been there to believe my powers.

RC drove us home and we were in our front door by 11:15 pm and greeted by one bright teenager, happy to see us and exploding with enthusiasm on our arrival.

Now RC has the sewing machine out and is working on a pair of shorts for me at the kitchen table. My daughter and I are in the living room and I'm posting this itinerary of my day.

Should probably got to bed very soon, as early in the morning RC and I have to leave to take our volunteer extraordinaire Deej to get pierced for her big 4oth birthday. What a joy it will be to share in this huge and momentous event with her and to have the privilege of keeping her safe emotionally while it's done.

Oh yes, then tomorrow night is SULTRY, our bath house event and Sunday is Member Orientation. My goodness, no wonder I am so tired. My schedule is exhausting, and of course I can see no break from it in the near future.

Ah well .... I am loved. I am surrounded by good people, a job that pays me well and a future that is as bright as the North Star.

The Man In My Life

I am in love with the man I live with. Head over heels in love. I mean like, my heart beats madly for him. I can barely keep my hands off of him and my thoughts are of him when we are apart.

My guy is super great, he is hard working, fun loving, generous, kind, uber smart, successful, fair, level headed and of strong character. Did I mention that he is hot, handsome and buff... like nicely cut. He works out with a vengeance.

When RC comes home from his work day, he takes off his shoes, drops his bag, and always makes his way straight-to-ME. Then I get wrapped up in his arms for some cuddle time, this even after we've spoken on the phone multiple times a day. And if you know me at all, you know I am not a phone talker, I dislike the phone, but I do want to hear from my sweetie while he is out of the house for so many hours a day. We spend our days off together and he often accompanies me to my work and classes.

We almost always go to bed at the same time, and then curl up alongside one another. Actually, I start off my sleep almost half on top of him, as his arms hold me tight and I hang on to his manliness. Even once we've fallen asleep and become detached, we still are in constant contact with one another, in some way.

I have angst and a pretty decent amount of it. There are no prescription drugs or booze to manage this, I have my rock and he keeps me level and calm, when I'm unable to do this for myself. Even when I am over come with stress, RC can keep me from becoming unglued. His calming presence and ability to move with my moods is an amazing quality. If for nothing else, he deserves a medal for this.

Our sex is passionate and lively. No one leads, we are equals in the bedroom and in our lives together. He is such a giving lover, even before attending every one of my sex classes. He can find my erotic buttons on any given day and push them, just-right. He gives me pleasure that is enough to satiate my hungers for sexual attention. Ok, he should get a Gold medal for this too.

RC cleans a good house, does dishes, tidies up after himself and our family and makes fantastic meals. Oh yes, can he ever cook well. He does laundry and grocery shops too. He drives me around, when I'm not busy driving myself to and from all of my pursuits. He can sing, and speak a number of different languages with ease. He has a university degree, went to private school and has a kick ass family that loves him and us. He can sew just about anything, and is computer literate, he has an awesome memory and is constantly challenging himself.

He treats me like a queen, and also with such respect. I'm always made to feel important, smart and safe. He buys me news shoes, listens to my ramblings about sex and work, gives me incredible massages, runs my baths with candles, incense and music, opens doors for me and flirts with me constantly. His boyish charms have me wrapped around his little finger.

The man I love, loves my teenage daughter. He cares for her greatly and does more for her than her own father. He guides her and is on her side as often as she is right. He teaches her all that he knows and took to her from the moment they first met. Hell she took to him from the get go to. It is like we've always been together the three of us. Sometimes the two of them are on their own side and I'm left on my own. They support one another, and when necessary confront me on things that need changed or challenged. They do this with such love. Together they have never had an argument or even a disagreement. We've gone on holidays together and have future plans as a family.

RC is my rock. He is solid. He is a good man. RC is the man all parents want their daughters to be with. He is mine. Though I share well, hence polyamory. RC has given me peace of mind and life. RC has shown me love in a way that I had not expected. Our love came as a surprise, I thought he'd run when the reality of my worlds came to him. But no, he embraced all that I am and all that I do. He loves me so so so so so much. More than I can tell you.

My guy loves animals, hence the two birds and a cat we have. He has a green thumb and can somehow keep plants alive and thriving where I would have killed them. He can fix a car, and he can save a life. He can draw, and can be found with a sketch book in his bag. He smokes cigars now and again but hey, I can't fault him for this.

We have plans. Many of you know already, its not a shocker I'm sure, but we're going places. Together we own Libido Lounge. We have plans on a baby soon. And while I'm busy working towards my Masters Degree, he is holding me up and supporting my drive to succeed.

Life has been good to each of us, and even more so since we became a couple and family. I love RC and everyone who knows us knows why. He is such a good man.

BC Center for Disease Control

What a grand night it was. Eighteen of us gathered round the dinner table for Deviant Dining to dine with one another, and then to listen to our special guest presenter.

Derek came in on behalf of the BCCDC and did a wonderful job of embracing our members questions. His presentation was top notch, and he covered lots of ground on the enormously heady topics of STI's, non monogamy, and safer-sex practices for those involved in sex culture.

It was refreshing to listen to an expert cite accurate sex information as opposed to the misinformation I regularly overhear and read others giving as though they are handing out factual data, when in fact they are not. Derek handled everything with such professionalism due to his being a street nurse of ten years with a plethora of experience.

Diagnostic and Statistic Manual: UPDATED

FROM NCSF: AN IMPORTANT PETITION!
(National Coalition for Sexual Freedom)

The American Psychiatric Association has formed working committees to revise by 2011 its Diagnostic and Statistic Manual (DSM), the definitive resource on the Diagnostic Criteria for all mental disorders. Statements currently within the DSM Paraphilias criteria include things such as exhibitionism, voyeurism, SM, and others, that are contradicted by scientific evidence (for example, it says that there are 20 male masochists for every female masochist - and*no* female sadists, exhibitionists, etc.!). Therefore NCSF concluded that the interpretation of the Paraphilias criteria has been politically – not scientifically – based. This politically motivated interpretation subjects BDSM practitioners, fetishists and cross-dressers to bias, discrimination and social sanctions without any scientific basis. Thus, NCSF is calling on the American Psychiatric Association to remove or drastically restructure the Paraphilias section in the DSM.

A white paper on the DSM Revision is located here.

To help fight for this, there is a petition that has just been started. It says "We, the undersigned, support the American Psychiatric Association's (APA) own goal of making its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) a scientific document, based on empirical research and devoid of cultural bias. A diagnosis of a mental disorder can have a severe adverse impact on employment opportunities, child custody determinations, an individual's well-being, and other areas of functioning. Therefore we urge the APA to remove all diagnoses that are not based upon peer-reviewed, empirical research, demonstrating distress or dysfunction, from the DSM. The APA specifically should not promote current social norms or values as a basis for clinical judgments."

As you see, it isn't even specifically about being kinky - just about doing what is right. The PETITION. You can sign it and have your name kept anonymous except for verifying that there are no duplicates, and your contact information will not be released irregardless. After all, being kinky isn't crazy!

Debbie Does Dallas

Today I received a long overdue e-mail, which I was longing for. It came with news that was beyond promising. Now, if Wednesday goes well, I will soon to be taking off for a tour of a few provinces across Canada doing what I do best. Educating and entertaining the masses with my sex positive education series. The Libido Events Erotic Arts Curriculum.

On another note, let me me present Debbie Does Dallas, happening this Thursday evening for those of you who are not members of Libido Lounge, as our members will be at Restraining Order.

CONTEST: WIN A SULTRY NIGHT OUT

A sweet deal for ONE COUPLE. (only valid for people who are *not* members of LL)

WIN a couples ticket to this Saturdays Couples Only event SULTRY - sex, steam & sauna.

It's a hell of a lot of fun and a night that you'll be talking about for months to come.

TO WIN:

Send one - three paragraphs telling me how you first found me or Libido Events. Were you in a class of mine, did you attend one of our events, what do you remember from that first meeting?
OR tell me why you and yours wish to attend SULTRY as our guests.

CONTEST CLOSES: Wednesday September 17 9:30 PM
WINNER will be emailed Wednesday, late evening

For everyone else, you can still purchase tickets, by sending in your check to the address below.

September 20th Saturday
7:30pm - 11:30pm

SULTRY Steam, Sauna, Sex - Couples Only

We make a private rental of an Original Style Bath House in Vancouver.

~~~~~ SULTRY ~~~~~

An evening for the playfully adventurous.

Just you, your partner and 24 other couples, locked in for an evening of debauchery.

Fifty people sweltering in the heat of passion.
Fifty people looking sultry in the steam of the sauna.
Fifty people parched with torrid feelings of lust.

Tickets are first come, first served and can be purchased by:

sending a check made out to LL to our PO Box:

Libido Lounge
PO Box 28578
4050 Hastings Street
Burnaby BC
Canada V5C 6J4

Once payment is received, the address and other relevant party info will be sent to you. Be sure and include your email address.

*All inclusive: entrance to the event, finger foods, non alcoholic beverages, lounge room entertainment, play stations, safer-sex supplies

*You and your partner must arrive and leave together

*Social Lounge with TV & refreshments, Play Rooms (with recovery beds & massage tables), Two Large Shower Rooms, Two Large Steam Rooms

*Our own Masseuse for couples massages. (additional charge of $20 for 15 minutes) Sign Up when you arrive.