Oct 15 2008

Imposter

I have been spending time on Fetlife. We all know the coolness that is Fetlife by now. Kinky people from all different walks of life, communing in one place on the Internet. It’s a very cool thing, right down to Jay Wiseman joining and starting a discussion group.

The problem then?

I feel like an imposter. I know I mentioned it on Twitter and plenty of people assuaged my feeling then by pointing out that all sorts of people are on there. Still, I feel like a fake.

It’s not just there, mind you. It’s on my own blog too. What started out as erotic posts about kinky sex have morphed into posts about things like cancer and song lyrics that fit my mood at the moment. Seriously, I don’t remember the last time I blogged about sex much less freaky sex!

Maybe it’s time to hang up my sex blogger hat. I never started with one in mind anyway. It was just sort of given to me. Perhaps instead of sexy, stimulating, kinky, and hot people in my sidebar I need to link to Obama and CNN. Instead of wishing for something that leads to being featured on Fleshbot or in the Sugasm top three what if I need to just accept the signs of the times and leave well enough alone.

The thing is, I like my blog. I like that I have grown and come into my own in so many ways. I like the fact that people read and respond, that they come back time and time again. The people I have come to know are fabulous and they never cease to amaze me. Right now I’m not ready to let it go, give it up, or call it quits.

Even if I am an imposter.

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Oct 10 2008

The 13th Week In Kink

Catalina by AlteredAperture.com

Catalina by AlteredAperture.com

Catalina’s Favorite Sex Blog Posts Of The Week!

CatalinaLoves.com:

Catalina hates Myspace.com
Catalina loves 10 Sexy Things About Men

CatalinaSays.com:

The Good Things List Lives On
Amazing Friends

BestSexBloggers.com:

Sunday Evening Fuck
Crawling In The Dark

MarkyDSade.com:

Princess Donna and Kink.com Launch New Bondage and Public Sex Site: Public Disgrace
Madison Young Gets Tied Up, Caned, and Forced to Cum on Hogtied.com

Backdoor Bondage Blog:

Sgt. Major Puts Fetish Model Charlotte Brooke Through Outdoor Bondage on Sarge’s BDSM Clip Store
Reflections on The Bondage Past - Jade Marxxx and John Blakemore (H.O.M.)

Nawalochai.com:

Shots from Folsom
Folsom Coverage on BehindKink.com

Into The Attic Blog:

Elizabeth
The Zayda J. Hubbub

Thursday’s Child:

Knee Sock Fetish HNT

Over The Top Kinky:

Romanian Hottie Lea Lexis Gets Fucked In The Ass In Public

Bad Bad Girl:

Like Lovers Do

Confessions From My Open Marriage:

There’s a First Time For Everything (Confession #146)

Mz Berlin’s Blog:

Mz Berlin Does Lesbian Love Right in Friends and Lovers with Madison Young

Satine Phoenix’s Blog:

Satine Phoenix is Good Enough To Eat In This Cannibal Fetish Scene from Muki’s Kitchen

Ms. Nikki Nefarious:

Like My Ropes? Buy Them!

TruFetish.com:

Mark Me Yours…

Ellie Lumpesse: Pretentious Pervert:

What’s Wrong With Sex Work?

The Urban Gypsy:

Cleavage of the Day Updated for HNT

Sweltering Celt:

HNT - Getting A Little Leggy

Debauched Domestic Diva:

HNT: aka Cleavage of the Week

Happiness is a Dominant Woman:

Thoughts of Dominant Wives and Submissive Husbands

::psst… for more hot sex blog links go to Sugasm.com::

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Oct 07 2008

What’s wrong with sex work

Category: Ellie Lumpesse, Phone Sex Operators, Sex WorkerEllie Lumpesse @ 11:42 am

I stay away from a lot of feminist blogs because, well, reading them often hurts my soul. In fact other than perusing Feministing and Feministe, I leave it up to Ren, Trinity, Amber, and Caroline to keep my up to date on what is happening vis-a-vis sex and feminism. These ladies have the patience of saints because they manage to spend a lot of time reading the same angry arguments about sex work and responding to them over and over again.

For a long time I knew that there was some fundamental lack of clash in the debate. An ideological space where the competing ideas could not be resolved because they are operating on different planes. Many radical and second wave feminists take a strong social constructionist view of gender and violence against women. Many sex positive feminists see this as lacking in nuance and denying the autonomy of individual women. But, that distinction has been on the table for a long time.

Today I started thinking about another one when I was reading this post of Caroline’s. She links to a blog where a very brave woman discusses her incredibly damaging and negative experiences in the sex industry. That woman believes that she is dismissed by sex positive feminists as being a “sad case” - that her experience is the exception and does not invalidate sex work. On the flip-side, many former sex workers that had positive experiences feel their voices are drowned out and silenced by radical feminists who claim they are apologists for the patriarchy.

The problem is that these arguments still aren’t truly clashing with each other. Two claims are being debated as if they are a single one even though they are neither directly related nor mutually exclusive.

Claim #1: Sex work is wrong.

Claim #2: There is something wrong within sex work.

The “within” is very important in that second claim. It distinguishes the idea that sex work is on face something to be rejected from the claim that there are problems in sex work that need to be remedied. I don’t know a single sex worker that would not concede the second claim. Of course there are individuals, perhaps even the majority of individuals, who are severely adversely affected by sex work. But, one claim does not automatically support the other because Claim #2 is a quantitative claim that describes a current problem whereas Claim #1 is qualitative and makes a value judgment. The material conditions of sex work can change and Claim #2 would be eroded but for those that support Claim #1, no change would be sufficient. By definition sex work is wrong and no number of pleasant personal experiences could change that.

So, yes, I desperately abhor the abuse and mistreatment of sex workers. I loath the deeply disturbing and violent treatment that sex workers face. As a separate issue I am, of course, concerned about the trafficking of human beings or the exploitation and rape of children that cannot consent to entering the sex trade. I can see all of these things and I can still say that sex work should exist and can be healthy. I can believe that it will never disappear and so it must be prepared, not just to make the best of a bad situation but to create joy out of a vocation that should be honored instead of denigrated. I honor the voices of women that have experienced pain or violence in sex work and I don’t think that they are tokens. But, I think that their experiences provide a backdrop for an important change and (r)evolution, not for a dismantling of an eternal system.

(Also, go read the 11th Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy)

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Oct 03 2008

The Week In Kink #12

Image of Amber Rayne Courtesy of BackdoorBondageBlog.com

Catalina’s Favorite Sex Blog Posts Of The Week!

CatalinaLoves.com:

CatalinaSays.com:

MarkyDSade.com:

BackdoorBondageBlog.com:

Nawalochai.com:

IntoTheAttic Blog:

Waking Vixen:

The Accidental Blowjob:

Radical Vixen:

Mz Berlin’s Blog:

Satine Phoenix’s Blog:

Sugarbutch Chronicles:

Ms. Nikki Nefarious:

TruFetish.com:

Ellie Lumpesse: Pretentious Pervert:

Debauched Domestic Diva:

Sweltering Celt:

BestSexBloggers.com:

::psst… for more hot sex blog links go to Sugasm.com::

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Sep 09 2008

Congratulations to Ellie Lumpesse - You’ve Been Fleshbotted! (I hope it felt good)

Category: Best Sex Bloggers, CommUNITY, Ellie Lumpesse, Fleshbot, Sex, Sex Blog, Sex BloggersCatalina Loves @ 10:39 pm

Our own Ellie Lumpesse was picked out of the crowd this week and featured on Fleshbot.com for her post on BestSexBloggers.com, “My First (Proper) Kiss“.

Congratulations, Ellie!  We’re all proud of you!  If you like Ellie’s writing, you should seriously check out her podcasts, http://bedroomradio.blogspot.com!  They are awesome and yes, her voice is dreamy!

Thanks, Fleshbot!  We’re glad you’re noticing!

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Sep 05 2008

My First (Proper) Kiss

It was my senior year of high school but Sarah and I had been friends since 6th grade when the Girl Scout troops from our two different elementary schools were combined once we reached middle school. We’d both dropped out of Girl Scouts long before the cold night where she left me trembling at her touch.

Having been friends for so long, I didn’t think much of it when Sarah called me up and told me that her parents couldn’t use their play tickets that weekend and asked if I wanted to go see the show with her. She was a theater geek and for years I had gone to her productions, carrying bundles of carnations for her and our other friends in the play.

She had a car and I didn’t so she picked me up that night. Somewhere around the time that we were finding our seats in the theater, it occurred to me that I was on a date. Sarah and I had hung out plenty of times so it took me awhile to figure out what made this different. As I was sliding into the row of seats, she had put her hand on the small of my back. Gently and quickly. It was an imperceptible gesture, but in that moment it meant something. I spent a lot of the play thinking about what this was and how I felt about it. I also carefully convinced myself that I was being silly and that it meant nothing.

At this point I hadn’t received romantic attention from much of anyone. At least not that I noticed. I had always been very focused on obsessive crushes with gay men or the emotionally unavailable. If anyone else wanted to date me in high school, I was oblivious.

And here was Sarah. We had been in the Gay-Straight Alliance together (some of the founding members). I knew that she was bisexual and had an on and off very messy relationship with another actress (that had moved away for college the year before). She had perked up with interest when I told her that I thought I was bisexual as well but I wasn’t sure. She and I sat together in Statistics and had a conversation one day about the Kinsey scale. I don’t remember where I placed myself during that conversation but it must have garnered her attention.

After the play and coffee and clove cigarettes (we were such cliches!) we started to head back to my family’s apartment. But half way there she declared that she wasn’t tired and asked if I wanted to drive around a little longer and talk. Despite how obvious this situation was, I was still just along for the ride. So unconfident in my body and sexuality that I didn’t think this was anything other than a night between friends. We drove and we talked.

Then she brought up that Kinsey scale. She told me about her experiences with the actress - the emotional roller coaster. Then it was my turn. What were my experiences? None. Some kisses during spin-the-bottle and a bit of hand-holding and cuddling with the various boys who would always be my best friends but didn’t want to ruin our friendship with something romantic. I told her this and she seemed surprised. Perhaps then, like today, I seemed more sexually confident than I really was.

Then she asked me. If I hadn’t really been properly kissed did I want to do it with her? My mind raced and, planner that I was, my first gut instinct was that she couldn’t possibly mean right now. I blurted out the dumbest possible question: “When?”

She just looked at me and pulled over the car.

So there we were. December in Milwaukee and the car is idling and I am shaking like a leaf. She said lots of things in the intervening moments. About how I didn’t have to and she wasn’t trying to pressure me. I think she needed me to express desire but all I could muster was terror.

Then she took my hand. She started slowly caressing my palm with her fingertips and nails. Rubbing my flesh in hers like a piece of clay. I was silent except for my tiny gasps for breath. I tried to focus all of the terror into my hand and let Sarah take it away, mash it in her soft fingers until it was nothing.

She lifted my arm and placed her soft, full lips against my palm. I sighed and felt a familiar excitement surge within me. She kept kissing my hand and caressing my wrist and arm. Teasing me with the promise of what her touch could be. I was on fire and I was still terrified.

We were silent through this process. 10 minutes? 15? I don’t really know. Finally she spoke again and asked me to turn towards her. I had been resolutely staring out the windshield or clamping my eyes shut. Anything not to cope with the enormity of this moment and my shame and desperate anxiety.

I turned to her and whimpered a bit. She asked if I was okay. She asked if she could kiss me.

I probably looked like I was either about to burst into tears or into flames. I don’t think it mattered to Sarah at that moment. My slight nod and forced smile was all she needed. She leaned toward me and my heart raced again.

And then, it just was. She was kissing me, I was kissing back. It fell into place with little deliberate or considered action on my part. Her hands in my hair and on my shoulders. My hand resting on the thigh of her jeans. Tasting her and the coffee and cloves and lipgloss that defined who she was and what she materially meant to me in that moment. Again, I don’t know how long it went on. 10 minutes? 15? There was no progression. No clothes removed. Just kissing. It was enough, it was my education in desire and pleasure at someone else’s hands. And it came as a crash course. It was what I wanted and needed but I didn’t know that yet.

The drive home was less awkward than you would think. I had been opened now and talked a lot. Sarah and I went 2 years without speaking of that night again. To her it was probably not significant. To me it was much too significant. And now, when I think of who I am and how I feel about first kisses, I’m always still that barely 18-year-old girl trembling, terrified, and unsure.

This post originally appeared at The Femme’s Guide.

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Aug 27 2008

Bedroom Radio #21: Sinclair Sexsmith of Sugarbutch.net

On this episode I interview Sinclair of Sugarbutch Chronicles (and fellow member of BestSexBloggers). We discuss gender, butch/femme identity, bdsm, and erotic blogging. You’ll also be treated to an incredibly sexy piece of erotica read by Sinclair.

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Aug 26 2008

Neo Love Ring (VibeReview Toy Review)

Category: BDSM, Bisexual, Ellie Lumpesse, Reviews, VibeReview.comEllie Lumpesse @ 9:21 am

Jay and I tried the Neo Love Ring together in several different configurations over the last few weeks. We talked about it and I thought I would just let you read the chat logs:

Ellie: So, what did you think of that vibrating cock ring?
Jay: Good stuff. It’s already served many purposes.
Ellie: Any that I don’t know about?
Jay: Haha, nope. All of them were your ideas.
Jay: You don’t remember how we used it the first time?
Ellie: Well, yeah, the submissive on the wall in the cock bondage.
Ellie: Did you try it on your balls at all? How did that feel?
Jay: Yeah, we turned it around the second time we used it. It was quite nice.
Ellie: Would it make them numb after awhile or stay good?
Jay: I think a lot of guys are afraid of having vibrating devices on their balls, but it was gentle and nice.
Jay: Ian (and his extra-sensitive scrotum) would approve, I think.
Ellie: Okay, so good for balls, then.
Jay: Yeah, quite good. I love the dual modes on it.
Ellie: that was really good for teasing actually
Ellie: since it would only go on when it was pressed against me it didn’t make me come too fast.
Jay: Yep. I liked that.
Jay: I easily got an extra 10 minutes of sex from you thanks to it ;)
Ellie: LOL
Ellie: Am I that bad?
Jay: Yes?
Jay: No, it’s okay. The 4 minutes before you come are totally worth it.
Ellie: I don’t think that most people would expect a vibrating cock ring to slow things down for a girl.
Ellie: I guess I’m weird.
Jay: Yeah, well.. I think that was more my plan than the cockring.
Jay: It was just the tool I used to make it happen.
Ellie: If you had it on the constant vibration mode, that would have failed.
Jay: Most likely, yes.
Jay: I mean, it’s pretty strong, but not to the point of numbness, at least not for me.
Ellie: But overall, you enjoyed it?
Jay: Yeah, although the “ring” could be a little tighter.
Ellie: Yeah, those jelly ones aren’t really good at constricting things.
Jay: The ring is just the way it holds onto you, it’s not really a cock-ring. It has ridges inside it to keep from constricting blood flow a bit.
Ellie: So, as a penis attachment, good. As a cock ring, sort of weak?
Jay: Great minds think alike, yeah.
Jay: Yep, definitely a fun toy. Basically turns any functioning penis into a vibrator. How can that be a bad thing?

So, we love the Neo Love Ring. It is good for sex, it is good for masturbation, and it is good for torturing squirming submissives. This is a multitasker in the bedroom and a new favorite for us.

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Aug 20 2008

Get Spanked with Rachel Kramer Bussel and Bedroom Radio #20

Download Episode #20 of Bedroom Radio (15MB, 24 minutes)

In this episode, I interview the amazing, prolific Rachel Kramer Bussel about her new book Spanked. We talk about our favorite ways to give and get spankings and she reads a very hot excerpt from the book.

Be sure to listen to learn about your chance to win a copy of Spanked for yourself! You have to hear the show to know the rules for the contest, but I’ll give you a hint. This picture of my tushy after a spanking is an important clue:


Other links of note for this episode:
The rest of the Spanked virtual book tour
The Spanked blog
Dark Odyssey Summer Camp

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Aug 15 2008

Anticipating Hania

I met Hania at the beginning of the summer. She burst into my dry and repressive summer class with so much energy and enthusiasm that it was hard not to be a bit annoyed at 8:30 in the morning. When we got assigned to do a group project together, I didn’t know what to expect.

Sometime during a procrastination break, I find myself telling her about my sexual proclivities and my phone sex work. She smiles and asks a lot of questions. Then sho bowls me over by revealing that she used to do phone sex work while she lived in London. Here I thought that Hania, a Syrian, might be free-spirited but was another oppressed middle eastern woman. My prejudices were obvious to me almost immediately.

The next week, she came over to our house for a potluck. When the rest of the guests left, she didn’t and the three of us talked late into the night.

I can break the nearly 24 hours we spent together into distinct moments, all of them characterized by arousal and many of them by a distinct longing.

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She is on my couch and we are discussing sex (what else?) and it is 4am. I am falling asleep and I also desperately want to reach out and touch her. Her breasts are over-spilling her shirt and I think she knows this and doesn’t fix it on purpose. I can even see the top of one dark areola and I try not to stare too much.

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After a conversation on rope bondage, she agrees to be tied up. The morning sunlight is streaming into the guest room and her hair is wet from the shower. I nervously apply the katana over her clothes. Her chest is still heaving in the shirt she was wearing the night before. Despite the intimacy I nervously apologize each time I brush against her but she looks at me angelically.

In a bold moment, I show her what the Japanese refer to as dishevelment and pull the top of her tank top down to reveal her pink bra.

***

I am in her kitchen and she thrusts a porcelain dish under my nose, “Smell!”

“Za’atar?”

“Yes, you know it? My mother sends it to me”

Three days later I find myself in my own kitchen, mixing a batch of the pungent spice blend. Sumac, paprika, cumin, and thyme. I inhale it deeply and remember her.

***

I am sitting on her couch and and she is reading my fortune from the grounds in my Turkish coffee. We are leaning our heads together and I can smell her and I want to cry because I want her so badly.

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Last weekend we saw Hania again. She had spent a month out of town and was emailing me and calling me several times a week just to talk. I knew she wanted us but I was so nervous. For now, I’m treasuring that night and keeping it to myself. You, dear reader, can enjoy the same anticipation that I did. Hopefully by the time I write the rest of the story, she will have given me permission to publish the picture of her in my ropes.

Want to know what Jay was thinking through all of this? His version was posted this week.

This post originally appeared at Lumpesse.com.

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Aug 12 2008

I’ve never asked for help before, but then again, nobody ever used my child as a pawn in a moral war before

Buy A Raffle Ticket To Win A Limited, Edition, Museum Signed Print From Lochai

I’ve never discussed this on my blog before, but recent developments have prompted me to discuss the reason why I’m no longer a teacher. Being Catalina isn’t always a good thing. I separated early this year with my school as a peaceful way to avoid a public scandal that would ultimately affect my teenage daughter, who attended said school.

Part of my agreement I cannot legally discuss - specifically the reasons and terms of my separation - but use your imaginations. I can say that I agreed to leave quietly and peacefully under the condition that my (straight-a’s, honors courses, award-winning, athlete, without a discipline record) child be allowed to attend her last year of middle school just as if I had resigned at the end of the year. Let me spell this out for you. Faculty receive a substantial tuition discount. I pay 10% of the tuition. This roughly amounts to $1,100. After leaving, all faculty are offered one more year for their children at the faculty tuition discount as a way to avoid disrupting their children’s lives too much.

A few days ago the head of my former school called me to tell me that had rescinded his offer and that she was no longer welcome to attend. In the same phone conversation, he changed his mind and decided to honor our agreement. Well, kind of. I came in with the tuition and they refused to accept my payment.

Later I received an email that stated that on top of the faculty tuition, I am also expected to pay student fees, which are not covered under the faculty discount. Okay, so throw in another $900. I can come up with that, even if it means the car payment doesn’t get paid.

The straw that broke this camel’s back? The additional $1,000 expense account that is being demanded by the 18th of August to cover her lunch account (which was roughly $750 last year) and field trip expenses (which are roughly $250). I requested that she not be allowed to charge a lunch in the cafeteria and that she will bring her lunch, which is an option available to (other) parents, to have this fee waived. The field trip charges, I can’t really object to, that seems fair, so mental tab up to $2,200.

I’ve just been informed that the school is unwilling to waive the expense account fee for her lunch account and demands the entire amount be paid. If it is unused it will be refunded to me at the end of the year. Nice of them to at least offer that. This brings up my new grand total to $3,200 in 8 days.

I went from having her tuition paid to being a mile away.

I have never been as upset as I am right now. For a “Christian” educator to use a child as a pawn in a moral battle against me, and what I represent, is unethical - it’s beyond unethical - it’s reprehensible.

So I’ve played all of my cards, my hands are tied. He wins right now. Because I have been judged a whore, my child loses.

I refuse to allow that to happen. For the first time ever, I am asking my readers to help me. I’ve asked my readers to support the arts (artists, photographers, and other bloggers) but never asked for financial support on my blogs for myself or my family. Today that changes because my child is involved. Today I ask for your support for my daughter’s education and future.

Similar to the project I did for Lochai, I am asking for donations towards my daughter’s education fund. I spoke to Lochai this afternoon, and he has offered to donate three 5×7 museum signed prints from his recent exhibit at the World Erotic Art Museum, two of them are not only museum signed prints, but are also very limited editions.

Alley Bound and Curves are a limited edition of 10 museum signed prints. If you win, you will receive either 6/10 or 7/10. Beach Bound is Lochai’s iconic World’s Most Erotic Photograph winning piece, and is a signed museum print. (Sold normally at $75/print)

On top of Lochai’s unbelievably generous offer, several people have contacted me since posting this and asked to donate items to be raffled off as well. Now, from Ellie Lumpesse we have three books:

The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks by Jen Sincero
Aqua Erotica by Mary Anne Mohanraj
The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio by Violet Blue

Ellie is also offering a 30-minute private phone session (that can include her amazingly sexy man) if you win.

And one of Janice’s friends left a comment in my blog that she would donate custom, hand made jewelry (a necklace and earring set) to a runner up.

“It’s not a kinky prize, but pretty,” she said. Pretty indeed! Take a look: http://quem98.livejournal.com/306470.html

Thursday and D have also offered a signed 8×10 print of any one of their photographs and a copy of the book, The Mammoth Book of Illustrated Erotic Women. And Thursday has also offered one of her sexy (orgasmic) voicemails to a lucky winner. Let me tell you, that is one hot prize.

Then I got an email from a total stranger, the writer of Between My Sheets, who offered:

A brand new, still in the package, never been used Silver Bullet Vibe.

And just now I heard from my Naughty Secretary who offered:

Her services as a graphic designer and artist. She is looking into which painting(s) she is going to donate, but she has committed to two separate prizes - each being two hours of graphic design time (normally charged at $120/hr).

Edward, from Exjinn.net, the company that hosts all of our blogs and provides us without outstanding support and service, has offered:

A 50 gig hosting plan from Exjinn.net with 1-year of service.

Thank you, so much! I cannot tell you how moved I am by the random kindness of the community. Lochai’s the one who started the commUNITY concept, but I get it better than ever now.

Essin’ Em, the pansexual feminist sexpert on her way up, just donated a copy of the book, Wetter, with her story signed personally for you. As if that weren’t generous enough, she has also offered an 8×10 print!

Sabrina Fox - does the name ring a bell?

Sabrina Fox, as in the redhead hot as fuck bondage and fetish model, Sabrina Fox, was chatting with me today and mentioned that she has a few pairs of latex panties that she recently wore for a photoshoot that would offer as prizes. Latex panties worn by Sabrina Fox, anyone? Oh wait until I tell W about this when she is older.

Jeff Mach commented: (THANK YOU, JEFF!)

Prize donations, a few: - I am running a New Year’s Eve fetish event in New Jersey at the end of this year (on NYE itself). Tickets are probably going to be something along the lines of $250 per couple - we were actually finalizing that this week. I’ll offer a ticket (that is, admission for two people, including gourmet meal and champagne) for the raffle, if you’d like.

and

I run the Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire, now entering its fourth year, every February - again, in Jersey. We’re going to three days this year, and tickets for all three days would usually be at $40; I can donate two pairs of those, as well, if it will assist you.

I feel like George from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Graydancer, who posted a very insightful post about the society that we live in, just twittered me (it sounds dirtier than it is) and said:

I didn’t realize you were adding prizes. Throw in an audiobook version of my novel, “Nawashi“.

Thanks, Graydancer! I appreciate it! I didn’t know I was going to add prizes either, until people started offering. The outpouring of support in the various ways people have shown it is very moving. Some people can afford to show their support by purchasing a ticket, some people are supporting us by crossposting, some are offering prizes, some are doing all of the above and then some. I even consider it supportive just to see comments from people who happened upon it and have shown emotional support.

In the comments this morning, from a total stranger, Rose Fox, was this offer, which is generous and naughty — a very good combination for this crowd!:

I’m here via the person who donated the jewelry. I used to review DVDs for AVN, and I’m still on Vivid’s mailing list, so now I have a closet full of unopened Vivid porn DVDs. I’ve been trying to figure out how to donate them someplace and would be delighted to offer them for your cause.

There are too many to catalog, so perhaps 10 “grab bags” of ten DVD’s? I’d do my best to include a varied selection so that the winner is fairly likely to get at least a few titles that suit their tastes.

Thank you, Rose — I don’t know anybody, personally, who would turn down a handful of DVD’s. And you’re really giving away 10 prizes, not just one, so thank you x 10! You’re right, there’s got to be something in there that turns that key in the lock. (Just a note on this: because of the laws regarding the selling of pornography, the winners would need to submit a copy of their ID to Rose in order for her to be able to send them to you.)

Also in the comments this morning was a message from Beautiful Rebecca offering a piece of original sensual art:

I have an original piece of sensual art from the artist I live with I would like to donate. It was scheduled for a gallery show next year but we would much rather have it go to your cause as it hit home.

I believe most of my readers know Ms. Nikki Nefarious. She’s not only an award-winning rigger, but an award-winning photographer as well (http://alteredaperture.com). She is also a very close, personal friend of mine and although she is going through her own crisis after leaving her own job, she has offered to donate some of her prints as well as a rope kit. Here are the details:

Collette for TABU Magazine 8 x 12
Jamie in Latex 8 x 12
Girl’s Best Friend 8 x 12
Scream 8 x 10
GarGirl Bound 8 x 10
The Enforcer 8 x 10
Sarah Sealed 8 x 10
Red Hood 8 x 10

and then A Starter Rope Package (4-pack of multi-colored ropes in different lengths and hemp rope cuffs)

Lily, who calls herself Lily (the rope ho) in her comment below offered:

3 x 30ft hand-dyed, processed 6mm hemp kit to add to the prize box

Radical Vixen, who most of you know as the editor of the weekly sex blog digest, Sugasm, is a very active political advocate. She has offered two books for the raffle: (Thanks, Vix!!)

She’s on Top: Erotic Stories of Female Dominance and Male Submission
Sex and Bacon: Why I Love Things That Are Very, Very Bad For Me

I’m officially launching the “Catalina’s Emergency Tuition Fund Raffle”, here is the link to buy your virtual ticket. Tickets are $10.00 each, you can buy as many as you’d like (if you’d like to donate $50.00, for example, I’ll enter your name 5 times). I really will write down names and put them in a hat, and my daughter can pick the winners (of course I’ll come up with some vanilla reason why she’s doing it). We’ll choose the winners on August 17th at 10 pm. You will be notified by 10:30 pm.


**I wanted to mention that any money in excess of need will be donated to the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom. At the end of the year when this ridiculous expense account is refunded to me, I will also donate that money to the NCSF. This is more than one parent’s experience/nightmare. It’s the bigger cause that we are ultimately fighting for. If you’re not familiar with the mission of the NCSF, this is copied from their page:

The National Coalition for Sexual Freedom is a national organization committed to creating a political, legal, and social environment in the United States that advances equal rights of consenting adults who practice forms of alternative sexual expression. NCSF is primarily focused on the rights of consenting adults in the SM-leather-fetish, swing, and polyamory communities, who often face discrimination because of their sexual expression.

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Aug 12 2008

Miracle Massager and Attachment (Vibe Review Toy Review)

Category: Ellie Lumpesse, Reviews, VibeReview.comEllie Lumpesse @ 11:18 am

Take note! You can get a 10% discount on your order at Vibe Review if you shop through this link!

I haven’t played with many massagers before but word on the street is that the Miracle Massager is the toy to beat.

First off, aesthetics. I’m not the biggest fan of the color scheme; red and black seems a bit crass (well lots of things seem crass when paired with black, I’m not sure why). Of course colors seem irrelevant when you take into consideration the fact that this is an item that will be buried between my legs. If I’ve played my cards right and have a friend along to help, I can reliably close my eyes and pay little attention to anything except the vibrations. And oh does this vibrate.

Now, I’m a fan of subtle vibrations. This is subtle like a rock between the eyes. For me, something like the Miracle Massager feels like cheating because I can get off in just a few minutes. You might be thinking that isn’t such a bad thing. You are probably right.

Plus, there are a lot of good other good uses for this toy. The curved handle actually makes it good as a back massager (stop snickering, I’m serious!) The excellent vibrations are strong enough to conduct vibrations through other materials (I’m thinking crotch rope). Also, it plugs into your wall instead of eating up batteries. I wish the cord was a bit longer but I have no idea how it stacks up against other massagers on the market.

I did not try the Miracle Massager all by itself, though. I also got a chance to test it out with the Miracle Massager Attachment that is sold separately. My feelings about this attachment are somewhat conflicted. On the one hand, I experienced amazing orgasms with it. The shape of the attachment is perfect for stimulating my clit and my g-spot at the same time. Without needing to do any thrusting I was able to get off in a few minutes.

With an endorsement like that, what could possible be wrong, right? Well, first of all, I’m not sure that the attachment was actually designed for the Miracle Massager. It fits on and stays but is sort of wobbly. I tried it out on a friend’s Hitachi Magic Wand and it fit like a glove. I wonder if it was designed for that toy originally? This isn’t a very serious problem as I haven’t had any issue with the attachment actually falling off.

My biggest complaint is that it is made out of jelly rubber PVC and is not pthalate-free. For this reason it has that tell-tale chemically smell. While I usually opt for phlalate-free toys, the ones I have always get covered on condoms. There is no conclusive information about whether these materials are harmful but I prefer to play it safe.

So, this presents a dilemma. Indeed, the attachment is shaped remarkably well and really increases the utility of the Miracle Massager. I also think that the price for the attachment is quite modest. I desperately wish it was made out of another material but nothing is completely perfect. I still plan to play with it on a regular basis because it works so well.

Take note! You can get a 10% discount on your order at Vibe Review if you shop through this link!

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Aug 07 2008

My Girl Thursday

Anyone that has been following my Twitter lately knows that I’ve got a pretty serious crush on Thursday’s Child. Sure, all of us flirt on there, but this one is real. I am so lucky to have met Thursday and D and to count them as close friends. I’ve watched them go through struggles and growth over the last few months and I’ve been honored to be a friend to them. Jay and I hope to meet them very soon - plane tickets will be ordered one of these days and we will have them to ourselves.

Lately, Thursday and I have been leaving each other fun little voicemails to titillate and amuse. I’ve mostly been playful, sexy, and tried to have fun. This morning, though, I woke up and had a message from her. It had come in the middle of the night and I had a feeling it would be special. I was right. I knew I couldn’t do the sexiness of this message justice by just describing it. No, my dear audiophiles, you deserve to hear it. Grab the headphones!

Thursday’s Voicemail to Me

You back? Shaking like I was? When I first met Thursday I was instantly attracted to her, we are so similar in so many ways and she felt like the sister I never had. Except, I suppose most people don’t want to do to their sisters what I want to do to her. I have the same curiosities about her skin and her body. We have already warned the boys that they may have to sit calmly in the corner as we focus on each other. They might whine but it will be worth it.

Originally posted at Ellie Lumpesse: Pretentious Pervert

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Aug 06 2008

Additions to the Kinky Ranks

In Bed with Alexix by Knight Digital

We continue to add the best sex bloggers and the best erotic, bondage, and glamour photographers to our list of contributors daily.  We have just welcomed