Some things look luscious from a distance. They look like an exquisite Raphael painting, with sensuous lips you want to run the tips of your fingers over, before your own lips replace them. Eyes that are at once wizened with harsh experience, yet has a depth of azure innocence. Their skin a work of art… Continue reading Postres
The one question brought up most from vanillas about swingers and polyamory was how could I stand to see other women all over “my” man. Was jealousy a problem? I found it culturally interesting that in the Southern U.S., there wasn’t anything said about me, from other women, about being a willing and active… Continue reading Share and Share Alike
“Pure Lust is an oxymoron” Carrie Fisher 2016 will always be the year that we almost lost Culture. So many musicians, actors, Icons taken; some not surprising (Fidel Castro was 90), some shockingly early (Anton Yelchin was 27). There’s no rhyme or reason for the amount of deaths this year, just that a dark shroud… Continue reading Carrie Fisher…2016..Make It Stop…
So the shortest day came, and the year died, And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive, And when the… Continue reading Happy Yuletide-Winter Solstice
Pubic hair: nature’s way of keeping the vajay warm. For some freaky damn reason, completely hairless coochy is the expected norm nowadays. So much, in fact, that a whole generation of young Americans now believe there’s no way to have lush vegetation on your ladybits and be “normal”. Young males are especially confused on this.… Continue reading Bush
The new 50 Shades movie comes out in the next few weeks…great. Another incessant barrage of misinformation about BDSM. More confusion about what constitutes consent, and what is abuse. The whole damn thing makes me grumpy. Yeah, I can hear BDSM friends say, “But Z, it brings fresh faces into the lifestyle. Once they get… Continue reading 50 More Shades of Horse Shit
The time I was a sex worker happened to intersect with the era of custom motorcycle TV shows. Choppers were everywhere, and all the rich douchebags at the time had to have one. None of them could ride the damn things. I grew up with motocross and street bikes, and it was pretty difficult to… Continue reading Vroom!