Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Know what I love doing?  Kissing.  The first time I saw the Manfriend, (whose lips are a cross between Angelina and LL in their deliciousness), I wanted to grab his face and kiss it for a week, and that was even before I wanted him to be my Manfriend.

Whether it's a soft brush on my eyelid or a ravenous om nom nom, I'd rather be kissing than doing most anything else, especially writing a paper about ethical decision-making models in counseling, which is what I've been doing for the past week instead of posting here.

In penance, I have compiled a list of some of my favorite kisses in film history, for your viewing pleasure, because if anything is as good as kissing, it's a list.

Friday, April 23, 2010

American Economy Crashes While SEC Jerks Off

Not much renders me speechless.  The Manfriend planned a surprise trip to Vancouver, BC to see the Dalai Lama a couple years ago for my birthday - that did it.  Seeing fireflies for the first time did it.  So did walking through a third world cancer ward for the first time.  So did this bulls*!t.

Apparently, one of the reasons the Securities and Exchange Commission failed to notice that the American economy was headed down a doom spiral was that they were too busy watching porn.  Hard core, full penetration, bow-chicka-bow-wow porn.  I'm not talking some rank-and-file cubicle monkey here - I'm talking 17 top-tier members of the SEC. Men (and at least one woman) in the second-highest federal pay grade: between $100K - $222K taxpayer dollars every year.

"Dude, Fannie Mae is too HOT to fail!"

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Apparently, a British woman is claiming that she became pretty much permanently sexually aroused after falling off her Wii Balance Board. Seems to me the Wii connection is kind of incidental, frankly.  I mean, it's not like she was using the thing in a prescribed manner and had some of legendary unending orgasm whilst doing Super Mario Yoga or something.

This exists.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

GO, Steamworks!!

Last night, the Manfriend and I were taking a stroll over to one of our favorite little places to have some cocktails (who says date night can't be on a Tuesday?!), when we passed by something that gave me a natural high that lasted even after my actually-not-too-sweet gin lemon drops started warming things up.  (BTW, if you've never had a lemon drop with gin instead of vodka, you should totally give it a try - it is a beautiful thing.)

John would've understood how I felt...

Monday, April 12, 2010

Good Night, Sweet Lady

The Seattle Lusty Lady is closing its doors this summer, and I could not be more sad about it.  Not only has its shiny marquee sexed up and amused Downtown Seattle since I was a monkey, it's known as being a great place for women to work - it's generally managed by females (which is a rarity in the industry), dancers are paid an hourly wage rather than being tip-dependent, providing a more stable income, and profit-sharing is only one of the benefits available to employees.

culture, dammit!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Sexy Furniture

Classes started again this week, so my posting regularity might go down a little for a while.  I will totally not leave you cracked out and twitchy, though, because that's not cool.  For your fix of random sexy stuff for the day, I present you with Mario Philippona, dutch sculptor, furnituremaker and fan of the female form.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Way To Set an Example, Ya Jerks

When I first heard about the plight of Constance McMillen, I thought it was one of the more ridiculous things I'd ever heard.  Constance, a lesbian teenager, wanted to take her girlfriend to prom, which so incensed her school board that they cancelled the prom.

I may be a decade or so out of high school, but I haven't forgotten that prom was a big deal, whether you loved it or hated it.  It's an iconic part of the American teenage experience, especially in the South, from what I understand (this all went down in Mississippi).  So for educators to cancel it, simply to discriminate against a student, was so far beyond the pale I could hardly believe it was true.

Constance McMillen, the face of EVIL, apparently

Monday, April 5, 2010

Get Yourself Off, Subcontinental Style

A friend of mine has taken up with a British gentleman and gone bonkers for cricket. Yesterday, I introduced her and the Manfriend to one of my favorite Bollywood films, Lagaan.  It's a 3-hour saga of cricket, love and racial oppression, and a great first Bollywood movie for Western audiences to watch.  It was even nominated for Best Foreign Film at the 2002 Oscars.  It's a lot of fun and you should check it out.

Anyway, it inspired me to post about an article I stumbled on last week about using Mudras, ritual hand gestures used in yoga, Hindu and Buddhist religious practice and traditional Indian dance, for masturbatory purposes. As an example:

This is not one of the mudras suggested by the Eric Clay Ong, author of the article you can read here, but one that is easily recognizable.  Now, I have not jumped on the yoga bandwagon, and my study of Hinduism and Buddhism is not as extensive as it might be, so much of this is very new to me. But my understanding is that these hand gestures can enhance a person's masturbation by focusing spiritual energies to the task at hand.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Technical difficulties

So, there have been some changes to my blogging software that have been giving me problems, and the Chakabox IT department, aka the Manfriend, has been attacked by a phlegm monster and is down for the count temporarily.

We're working on the problem as quickly as we can - thanks for your patience!!!

UPDATE, 4.3.10:  We're back!!  Three cheers for the Manfriend for enduring many hours of frustration at the hands of Blogger templates - he will find out that being the IT department for a sex blog has definite perks.  Thanks again for your patience, everyone!