So what is the raging DEBATE?
more accurately the lack thereof...
The Stranger was talking about it.
The Salon was gaa-gaa... just follow along the comment section following the question posed, "All the guys I'm dating want me to shave down there..." what do I do?
Is this a serious question or completely rhetorical?
Either way...it created HIGH DRAMA!
Mistress Matisse's blog of Seattle fame even had a small comment and since I visit her blog daily, I even felt comfy enough to add my own two cents to her comment area...and really, she had some hysterical comments if you feel so inclined scroll down to her miniscule Aug. 24th post and read the comments!
My favorite quote from this entire internet frenzy of angst was perhaps from The Stranger, "But good lord, people, we're talking about a little patch of hair here. If you're too chickenshit to even try a little experiment with that, then you just don't deserve a hot sex life."
So if your sweetie has asked you to go bare, or perhaps you were thinking about baring it all...here are some helpful hints from Bulletins From the Bedroom and even if you don't want to be that brave, they have some awesome pointers on other bedroom etiquette as well...
Is it time for school to start yet?
Okay, I grew up in a small town and I didn't get to run around naked just because I was a teenager expressing my rights...might have been fun to have grown up in Brattleboro, VA where teenagers have been seen taking walks downtown, skinny-dipping, hula-hooping, bicycle riding ... and now because one person out of a town of 13,000 took offense, are staging a sit-in and yes, you guessed correctly...in the nude.
Quoted from the AOL link, click the title for more, "Vermont has a live-and-let-live tradition, allowing skinny-dipping and nude sunbathing. Brattleboro, the first permanent English settlement in the state in 1724, is home to a community of writers, artists and musicians as well as transplanted entrepreneurs from Boston and New York."
OMG...I almost ended today's post on this note, but then remembered another story, so far out in left field, you gotta read it to believe it. I do not want to live in Jeannette, PA (pop. 10,654)...where the police seem to be extremely bored, arresting a 14 yr old boy for "meowing" at his neighbor, 78-year-old Alexandria Carasia, and charged with misdemeanor harassment. Read More HERE.
Here's the problem in a nutshell. Right now, my measly little blog is accessable by everyone. There is a chance that should the mega-dogs AT&T, Verizon, or pic your worst corporate enemy and paste name here...could gain control, making the internet the next big bidding war-zone for those with money to out-weigh the rest of us...making my blog IMPOSSIBLE to find. Do you want your search engines controlled? If you are unsure, ask the Chinese how they feel about it...EVERYTHING they have access to has passed through their governments censors first.
"This is America! That won't happen here." I hope to god you're right. Just to make sure, add your voice to help keep our internet free of corporate corruption. Click above link. See how easy I'm making it for you?? Also all the reading info you'l ever need on the subject posted in the orange link on the right.
USE YOUR VOICE!
Those who watch Super Nova will remember this conversation from: RockStar: SuperNova
Tommy Lee: "I'd really just like to see more of you. So mabye next time just a little less... stuff. Cool?"
Storm Large: "Tommy?"
Tommy Lee: "What-e?"
Storm Large: "6 letters. G-o-o-g-l-e"
So I did. Here's what I found and what Hollywood no longer wants you to see:
Now, I understand why Hollywood doesn't want this seen...a million horney teenage boys could possibly affect the outcome of the contest...maybe. Personally, I really want Delana to win.
And Storm? I'm sure Playboy may offer her a spead after they catch these fab pics...
No-I did not go get the Magic Shot at the Doctor's Office.
Geesh...if I haven't been to the doctor for anything less severe than childbirth and then only because of a total lack of support from my then spouse for home delivery...there are reasons why he is the ex...so to go to a doctor for the sole sake of getting an injection... so not happening.
For my fellow non-vaccinate friends, I am taking Ledum:)
Does Ledum cause lethargy, because I am exhausted!
I know, I know, I said that already.
Of course I could just be overdoing it...
Maybe it's because I'm still working on Book 2; and it has been mentally exhausting, though honestly I'm blog surfing more since the nail incident than writing...throbbing pain is kind of a distraction, whereas looking at tied-up scantily clad darlings and the hard work of all that research time spent on how many positions a menage a troi can really get into...
Today has been a weird day...
1) Demanding Clients
2) Writer's Block
4) Baby Girl went on her First Date Tonight
-as in OMF***G
-as in yes, I did get the make, model, and license plate
-as in yes, we did have the sex talk before she went out the door
--this is interesting, as in contrasting with what my parents said to me:
---Mom: Keep your pants zipped and your knees crossed at all times
---Dad: Do you know what a condom is?
-----Since there is no Dad to deal with his share of the Sex Talk, I covered both sides fairly well I think:
---Me: Don't even think about it, and if you are thinking about it at least wait until I can make an appointment to get you a script for the pill!
---Me: Do you know what a condom is?
*Is it any wonder I have writer's block?
As if I don't have enough trouble with controlling the people living in my head...
You may remember a few weeks ago, when one of my characters was in fetal position and refused to participate in my novel unless I let her do what she wanted and I had no idea what that was exactly, until I surrendered to her. Here's a hint:
Ménage à Trois
n. A relationship in which three people, such as a married couple and a lover, live together and have sexual relations. [French : ménage, household + à, for + trois, three.]
Okay, okay not a hint--I hit you over the head with it!
I on the other hand, ripped open my psyche over it. By surrendering to the character in my book, I reached in and reopened an entire chapter of my life that was locked up nice and safe and tidy in the VAULT, the place where I keep all the events of my life that are too precious to let go of and too painful to live with...
A long time ago, in a land far away, in the Realm of My First Marriage...I can candidly, honestly say that I had a fairly open relationship that sometimes, okay, most times, involved more than one. A time when polyamory didn't have a website...a time when no one had a website...and the terms primary partner, secondary or tertiary parteners weren't words in our vocabulary but existed as living, breathing people in our lives. I am filled with gratitude that for a singular, precious moment my life included an incredible human being who was so passionate that he willing, nay insistantly, shared our marriage with others.
I miss him.
With him, I was authentic, no lies, no secrets between us.
Every lover since, I haven't been completely authentic with...I've held some piece of myself back--what a shame.
Sometimes, I will be driving, and a song will come on the radio, reminding me of something I was doing or saying in 1984, and I'll think, oh my god, was that girl me? More and more recently, I'm asking, where did she go? Why was it necessary for her to go and leave me with only the memories? Oh yeah, that pain thing...gut wrenching, heart shattering, mind-numbing...that led to the master plan of tucking it into the VAULT in the first place because I didn't want to live without him, so I'd forget it ALL plan. It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
What a really bad plan.
So here I am, learning again, the lesson of surrender, this time surrendering to self, being willing to stand up and speak out on all the things I believe, although I have no grand podium, just a very humble novel where my characters kick and scream until I get it right, sometimes reflecting my psyche by lying curled in fetal position until I flog them into action, flog them into releasing their own truths. The funny thing is, truths of my own are being released as well.
Thanks for the Memories
I got your attention with the title, yeah?
In my wickedly deviant brain, there is no such thing as too long.
However, according to Rebecca the Bookseller at the Lipstick Chronicles, a little blog I visit on occassion...
there is an ending point when it comes to the Series question. So, in the hopes of gleaning enlightenment, I read the post and came up with inconclusive data. However, it did scream for me to dedicate more attention to this little before thought out question.
I've never embarked on a series before, now I have:
The Chronicles Of Surrender.
As of a few short months ago, I pitched it as a three book series:
And then the series morphed...Unholy Promises became Book 3,
not Book 2, Book 2 is currently awaiting a title, its working title,
SSR (Sacred Secrets Revealed) uninspiring, but brings us to
Book 4 Forgiven.
Ahem, news flash, after a short discussion with my editor today
about expanding on a small part player in Book 1, we now have
Book 5 Hallowed Screams.
I wish the Lipstick Chronicles had clarified, because there's this
secondary character in book 3 who really needs to tell his own story...
Sure enough, blog surfing, cause it's so damn fun and keeps my mind off my not getting any writing done tonight (Brain Snag)...cause I really need more experience in threesomes.
Anyway, not your problem, I know.
I ran across a fairly interesting post from a girl who found the love of her life via Google...
Okay, you have my attention:
Full story at http://www.erosblog.com/
Quote starts here, "Hey, it wasn’t just a fluke. Last week we posted
the link about using Google to get sex, and this week Scoble is back
with a link to this story about how Rory got Googled, and wound up
Google: I owe you in a very big way. There are six billion people in the world, approximately five zillion web pages cataloged in your little magnetic platters, and you somehow managed against the odds to deliver a highly intelligent (major: aviation science / minor: journalism/creative writing), dynamic, gorgeous human being to my doorstep."
I love Happily Ever After, Don't you?
Whatever, I followed more links :
So, if Google, Girls, and Laid will get people to your website,
does that hold true of Google, Men, and Laid as well?
Hmmm, I dunno, let's give it a test.
Yes, readers, this is a test, this is only a test.
But if it works, I'm advertising for a menage a troi.
OMG, I really need to wake the characters in my book up now and
force them into having sex, cause my brain is mush after that Google
Instuction Log. If anyone understands it...send me the cheat sheet.
You see, I've started the sequel to Sacred Secrets, ie Book 2 of the Chronicles of Surrender, which was originally slated as Unholy Promises...However after a needed conversation with my editor, I convinced her that Unholy was indeed Book 3 of Chronicles and that Book 2 was the yet created Sacred Secrets Revealed. This happened Sunday so by Monday morning I'd been rockin and rollin with Sacred Secrets Revealed all night and was feeling pretty good about it...That means this book is writing itself and I am embracing the joys of being a writer...Contrasted with ...The other times when writing requires major doses of alcohol because the characters are lying in fetal position or screaming incoherently at me and during those times being a writer is one giant pain in the ass.
But Alas, Monday was not such a day.
Until I had a chat with writing friend who made a very innocent comment about upsetting the reader...As in if you write about...You might upset the reader.
And this is were the writer's dilemma lies.
So, what's the answer?
I've spent a week dithering over this whilst my book continues to write itself, really amazed that when I give my characters free reign to say what they wanna...it is just awesome what comes out of their hearts and minds. That doesn't mean that my writing friends comment isn't in the back of my head and every once in a few written pages I'll think is that PC?
Jump back, I'm writing erotica, I'm exploring BDSM's emotional and psychological ramifications through my characters experiences and I'm suddenly worried if this is politically correct? No way! But then my friend's voice (omg is this my new conscience?) sounds in my head asking, "Is this scene going to be offensive to my reading audience?"
My fingers come to a complete stop...My characters hold their collective breath, wondering, "Okay, she going to let us get our kink on, or not?"
I heavy sigh again, very glad that I am not only secure in my own sensuality, but I'm secure with my character's sexuality as well. My fingers do the happy dance across the keyboard, writing chapters, not pages, because my characters are very happy being allowed to get their kink on.
I visited SilverExpressions today and scrolled through a few entries, finding one that addressed the question, is cyber chat sex infidelity? in reference to a book that was being critiqued by a fellow author and friend...I hope that after reviewing the comments that critiquing friend doesn't advise the writing friend to clean up her book based on the obviously morally objectionable subject matter of cyber sex...And even if critiquing friend would advise writing friend to do so, I hope writing friend is secure enough to not make PC changes!
Can you imagine what the Story of O would have been if made PC? Or Topping From Below?
The horror of either of these stories being tampered with!
Sacred Secrets Revealed, Book 2 of the Chronicles of Surrender is almost complete and guaranteed to not be PC.