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Shit disturbers who by moving disturb the shit that is lying around, make me feel hope and all Valentiney. In any case, just as being called a bitch can (usually) be the highest complement, so too can shit disturber. Here's the latest brave bunny in our midst who's taken to wielding a sword. Meet American, Mike Rogers.

Through his blog, he's crashed the door on over 30 closeted policy-makers to date and stars in Outrage - a doc about this hypocrisy. www.blogactive.com/

"I write about closeted people whose records are anti-gay," he says. "If you're a closeted Democrat or Republican and you don't bash gays or vote against gay rights to gain political points, I won't out you."

That last point is important as many have criticized him as merely running a McCarthyesque witch hunt. His point is to lay bare the hypocrisy that emerges in the policy of these powerful people. It's often threefold when a gay is closeted, and of course has serious affects on other gays. 

May we all strive to unleash our own inner dung beatle!

I watched a great documentary out of the UK on the weekend.

It was called, you guessed it, The Perfect Vagina.

In The Perfect Vagina, Lisa Rogers goes on a mission to try and understand why labiaplasty, a surgery that shortens the length of the labia minora, is the fastest growing cosmetic sugery in the western world.

She speaks with surgens and with women who are considering the operation. However, the most disturbing part by far is when she follows a 16 year old girl while she has part of her vagina chopped off to look more like a porn star.

Let me say that again

A 16 year old girl!

The documentary itself is pretty revealing. So many women don't realize that pussy is as varried cock.

No two look alike.

Trust me I have seen a lot.

Yet due to puritanical beliefs about sex education too many girls grow up thinking that they are freaks because their vagina doesn't look like the ones they can find on the internet. Body awarness and apprication is not taught when it comes to our so called "private parts". This isn't even sex education, it just body education that we deny our kids.

Teaching kids about sex and sexual health can be a tricky subject. Recently the Middlesex-London Health Authority (London, Ontario) worked with kids to develop an online game as a learning tool for other kids. It's pretty neat.

The game is set in "Sex City" where our super heroes are Wonder Vag, Willy the Kid, Power Pap, and Captain Condom! Our heroes battle the evil Sperminator, whose only goal is to infect others with the same STD he caught by shooting infected sperm out of his penis arms. I'm not making this up, it's pretty fantastic. The player answers a series of true/false questions in order to defeat the evil villain.

The format keeps kids interested and entertained while they learn about necessary sexual health.

Here's the link http://www.healthunit.com/article.aspx?ID=15160

Enjoy!

Michelle

Vanity really is my favorite sin.

I also think it is a necessary vice for any successful model.

Sunday night, seeing an opportunity to make a quick buck, my vanity and my ego received a very healthy, multi person stroking as I modeled for the store’s Nude Photography Workshop.

I am not a nude modeling virgin, hell lets face it these days there are very little things I am a virgin to but that’s not the point. Point is I have some experience with having my body, in all its decorated glory, photographed.

This, however, was my first gang photo shoot.

I arrived a little early and chatted casually about lingerie and lighting options while the workshop participants arrived. I was briefly introduced to each of them but there was no time for little more then names. Plus this night was not about me.
Not really.

There was eight men in total. Ranging in age from early 20s to late 50s. They adjusted their light settings and snapped test shots as the instructors described how the night would go. Round Robin. Each photographer getting there chance to direct my poses as the others snapped shots behind him.

It's with relief that I share the news with those who are still searching, that the G-spot
in fact doesn't exist.

This is definitive: a study of 1800 women so there shouldn't be any argument:

www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/6925836/G-spot-may-not-exist-say-s...

We've been peeing our beds on a fairly regular basis after all! What a hoot! And what a miracle
my bedroom doesn't have the faintest scent of the rank outhouse it apparently is.
Not only pissing off our partners occasionally, but urinating on them too for good measure. Aah
well, he probably deserved it.

So, mom: your potty training was a failure. That little mouse you said lived in the crack beside
the toilet never did leave me any presents and I got tired of waiting.

Life is busy enough without adding some finicky dexterous moves to the to-do list, anyways. However...

If you happen to find yourself with two fingers inside an aroused, wet vagina: curl towards the belly in 
a 'come here' stroke.

A lot of people will walk into a sex shop in the days before Valentine's day looking to buy something spicy for their sweetheart. This is a great idea, provided you know what items will and will not embarrass or offend your partner.

In the "Safe" category you have things like condoms, lubes, massage products, sexy board games, and amusing novelty gifts. Many books are also a safe gift, everyone loves learning.

In the "Questionable" category we've got things like vibrators. Women tend to be picky about vibrators, but if you know your girl's taste and know she's in the market for a new toy then by all means help her out! The same thing applies for erotic videos as well.

Anything that would fall into the "Probably not a good idea" category are things you and your partner have not talked about whatsoever. Often bringing home a leather paddle and ball gag will result in tragedy if you've never discussed BDSM activities together. You should also steer clear from things which could be taken as an insult. Just think about it and you'll know what falls into this category.

Ammunition, Anaconda, Animal, Babymaker, Baguette, Banana, Bastard Sword, Battering Ram, Bayonette, Beast, Beef Suppository, Bishop, Bone, Bottle of Milk, Bratwurst, Bristly Love Wand, Bushwhacker, Candlestick, Cannon, Cave Dweller, Cherry popper, Cock, Cong, Crowbar, Cruise missile, Cucumber, Cum cannon, Dangly bit, Dark Lance, Dark Saber, Dick, Dick Tracey, Dicky Dido, Ding-a-Ling, Ding-Dong, Dong, Dork, Dr. Feelgood, Dr. Love’s Syringe, Dripstick, El Capitan, Eleventh finger, Enchanted sword, Fleshrocket, Flute, Frankenstein, Frankfurter, Fuck stick, Gearstick, General, Giant Redwood, Glowstick, Glue Gun, Handle, Heat Seeking Moisture Missile, Hose, Hot dog, Hot meat Injection, Hotrod, Instrument, John Thomas, Johnny, Johnson, Joystick, Knob, Lieutenant, Lightsabre, Linebreaker, Little bald man, Little man, Little Soldier, Littlejohn, Log, Lollipop, Lonely finger, Long John Silver, Love muscle, Love Salami, Love warrior, Lovewand, Lower Extremity, Magic Johnson, Magic wand, Magnum .45 , Major, Manhood, Mantool, Mantube, Me little fella, Meat, Member, Mini-me, Monkey, Mr. Big, Mr. Happy Times, Mr. Tinkle, Mr.

I've had a number of customers come into the store asking after penis enlarging technology, Vaginal tightening surgury, and various "herbal" enhancers. To some I regretfully inform them the product they are after does not exist. To others, I say "You just need a little thought and hard work, you don't need surgury."

Unfortunately, in our age of modern medicine and media-body-image-"ideal" consumer culture, most of us are convinced that we are not good enough just as we are. We've been taught to constantly feel inadequate and to trust in a plastic surgeon to make everything perfect.

This is absolute horse crap.

All you need is a little time for self awareness and a little self love (yes, both kinds). Feeling good about yourself FEELS GOOD and you don't even have to spend any money or several weeks in recovery to do it. It's your body, a part of you, and it's the reason you're able to feel pleasure and experience another person's skin against yours. Don't hate, love, it's all you. Everything is there for a reason. There is a reason to appreciate all of it. Work it.

Oh yes, It was my turn.

So, I take my place on my knees in front of Oni and he just looked at me and rolled his eyes.

“What’s with the clothes?”

For some reason, perhaps the presence of a ex lover or the number of strangers in the room, I was feeling uncharacteristically shy and modest. Of course sometimes a gentle, prodding (pun totally intended), is all a girl needs and I quickly strip down to just a pair of fishnets and my black lace boy shorts.

Oni charges the Violet Wand and slowly starts to tickle his finger tips over my right breast. Small little electric shocks run over my skin sending shivers down my spine and goose bumps just about everywhere.

I giggle.

I can’t help it. The wand always does that to me. It is such an intense feeling. Deep and sharp and tingly all at the same time.

My giggling however just signals to the sadist in Oni that he doesn’t have the wand turned high enough. So he adjusts

He approaches my nipple with one finger. The spark jumps and so do I. I am not giggling anymore but I am still smiling. The sounds that come from me now are closer to a whimper then a laugh.

.....And you will know nothing.

I went to a private play party on Saturday.

I was hanging out with a recently exed lover. We'd just hit a killer concert downtown and were stopping in late to a party in honor of a visiting photographer and Shibari artist friend. Considering this was the first time I had seen my date since we ended the sexual side of our relationship, going to such a sexually charged party could have been a very good recipe for awkward.

But it wasn't

And after some light socializing, we settled in cuddling on the couch and watched the scene that had been slowly unfolding in front of us since we entered the room.

The man of the hour, Oni, had just finished tying a beautiful young creature with short bobbed hair, to a chair. Rope was everywhere in intricate diamond patterns across her breasts and arms and even very thoughtfully placed ropes on either side of her labia. Each individual toe on her left foot was roped and pulled so that her knee came to her chest. Her other foot secured to the chair made her helplessly bound.

He even had rope blindfolding her eyes.

No, not the comic. Sorry guys.

Recently I met an interesting fellow. He spent most of the night excitedly chatting about his love of everything science and his desire to build a rocket ship. Not one of those baking soda dealies either, straight to the moon. The other important fact about this guy is that after the party ended he spent his time (into the wee hours of the morning in fact) banging my friend to her heart's content. The long and the short of it is: he's a science guy who also loves to give the ladies what they want. This guy gets a big seal of approval and my personal endorsement.

Guys (and girls) who are good at both science and sex tend to be awesome people, not to mention hard to come by (pardon the terrible and inaccurate pun). For some reason these two topics are often not casually discussed in social circles, possibly because during adolescence we learn that science is for nerds and sex is taboo. Clearly, teenagers have an tragically underinformed world view. Science is cool, sex is fun, and nerds are sexy.

I am shocked that there is even still a debate surrounding this subject considering the over whelming amount of biological research that has supported the existence of a highly concentrated cluster of nerve tissue inside the vaginal wall.

British researchers have conducted what is in my opinion a very flawed study, the results of which point to nothing more then some women don not believe they have or more aptly are not really in touch with their G-spot.

The study surveyed 1,800 twins, asking the women if they believed they had a so called G-spot, a small area the size of a 20p coin on the front wall of your vagina that is sensitive to deep pressure?" (A 20p coin is about the size of a nickel.) Research claim the results show conclusively that the idea of a G-spot is subjective because 44% of those surveyed responded that they did not believe they had one, suggesting that the 56% who did where inventing the idea of a G-spot due to influence by media and popular culture.

I think I forgot. I forgot to make space for orgasm.... How did I forget to allow my body to experience this blissful state?
I remembered to not forget. I was then curious about such a word, so I Googled it. Orgasm. Incredibly, the Wikipedia entries were the first (as soon as the search button was pressed I was expecting to be wading through porn up to my armpits) and it spoke of human male and human female orgasms, human anal orgasms and most variations of all of those- there’s even mention of Dr. Alfred Kinsey. I noticed that there was more research and description around the male orgasm and not as much put into the female orgasm. How disappointing. There was barely mention of G-spot (vaginal as opposed to clitoral) orgasm, not to mention the complete lack of information (as far as I can see) regarding female ejaculation.