So, I’m doing my hump day in brilliant fashion. I’m drunk. Like, flat-out, I’m a 1/2 glass from the bottom of my bottle of Sicilian red wine. Mm, mm, good. Yeah.
What can I say? I was working on a tv show about red wine this afternoon, and I thought, “That sounds good. Sure.” So, that [...]
My good friends at VibeReview sent me some pretty toys earlier this month, and the one I couldn’t wait to get playing with first was this beautiful toy pictured here.
The Gigi Pleasure Object could also have another name: “Your New Best Friend.”
This thing is to sex toys what the iPOD is to music. No, really.
Sure, [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Best of Steff, Foreplay & Arousing, Masturbation, Sex Toy Reviews, Sex Toys & Aids, sugasm
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Tagged g-spot. rechargable, gigi, lelo, Masturbation, multispeed, sex toy, silicone, vibereview, vibrator
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You can’t get to where you’re goin’ if you don’t know where you’re leavin’ from. That’s one of those truisms said a million ways by a million voices. It’s true of every one of us. Whatever our differences, that’s our commonality.
Knowing from whence you’ve come versus where it is you’re headed is one thing, but [...]
There I was, desperately locking and re-locking the bathroom door in the back of a Subway sandwich shop, panicking that I might be heard, or maybe the Catholic in me felt the location was just morally wrong for that sort of thing, but I didn’t give a shit. The time was nigh, now or never, [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Best of Steff, Consumerism, Dating, Humour, Journalling, Modern Feminism, Sex, Specifically Steff, Women's Department, casual sex
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Tagged being shameless, doing it in public, home pregnancy test, missed periods, nerves, paranoid
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Hey, Minions. :)
I’m still sick. Yes, poor me. But I’m better enough to go to work today. Which isn’t necessarily a good thing, since I’ve grown attached to my lumpy spot on the couch, but hey. Life’s rough, get a helmet.
This is what I get for thinking “Oh, hey, I should increase the amount of [...]
Your beloved blogger has been sick all weekend and is home sick from work today, too. Missed my party Saturday, felt like death-warmed over Sunday. She is none too pleased, either.
Smack-dab in the middle of the nicest July I remember in some time, and here I am, hacking and coughing and groaning about headaches and [...]
Have you ever had one of those days where you just wake up apprehensive and slightly disturbed, and you’re not sure why, other than the restless sleep filled with unsettling dreams you can’t remember?
Yeah. I had one of those sleeps last night. Fraught with the unsettled, but completely in the dark as to remembering any [...]
When to feel like a moron:
You’ve bought a great bottle of wine. After you’ve looked for the corkscrew for 10 minutes, start trying to peel the cover off, in prep for removing the cork, you notice it’s a screw-top cap.
Duh. I think I’ll unscrew this now…
I’m sorry. The minute I find out a guy doesn’t like meat, or worse, is a vegetarian, my sex drive just goes out the fucking window. I don’t know what it is.
I know, I’m so backwater hick, right? I apologize to all vegetarians. It’s not you, it’s me.
I need me a man who’s gonna tear [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Best of Steff, Dating, Food & Recipes, Humour, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Specifically Steff
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Tagged are you kidding me, carnivores, dietary needs, differing tastes, high-maintenance, special needs, vegetarian
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WHAT the HELL am I doing?
Are you like me, you do the whole “I’m SO happy I’m single!” and then you get bored on the weekend, so you figure “What the fuck? I’ll go browse…” and you log onto your dating site of choice. A day or so later you’ve managed to get yourself into, [...]
Sure, Mondays sometimes suck because they’re the start to the week. But that’s sometimes exactly why they rock, too. I’m taking my Monday the easy way — slept in, having some lattes, and then I’ll casually amble in by bike around noon. Why end the weekend sooner than necessary, hey?
But let’s talk about what I’m [...]
Oh, god. I was so wrong about how my night would unfold. I think I’m still drunk.
It was 4:20 pm when I decided to just randomly text GayBoy. Our exchange went like this:
“We should get drunk this weekend.”
“Should we? What do you suggest?”
“I hear alcohol works.”
“People do say that. What type?”
“I’m cooking fish later, you [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Best of Steff, Dating, Drugs, General, Humour, Journalling, Modern Feminism, Sexism, Specifically Steff
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Tagged drunk, fridge, gayboy, heat wave, sexist electrician, tequila
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I was supposed to have a date this evening, but that’s been derailed by a trainwreck called life. Dude got pitched a curveball, and now has to go deal with the fallout. And I’m cool with that. I’ve opted out, since all I thought I was signing up for was some fun and companionship, not [...]
Is there anything more fun than walking out a postal outlet knowing that, under your arms, is a big-ass box of sex toys, and no one there has a clue?
My local postal outlet’s in a 7-11. So there I am, walking out with a box of orgasms under my arm, and everyone else has got [...]
The news about teen sex these days just keeps getting more and more alarming. When it all comes down, it’s on Bush’s watch.
Earlier this year, studies showed that an average of one out of every four (26%) of teenage girls are now carrying an STD in the great USA. Never mind the teen pregnancies. These [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in AIDS & STDs, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Politics, Religion, Sex, Society, Steff Rants
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Tagged abstinence education, shocking studies, statistics, STDs, teen sex, teenage pregnancy
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Yeah, I like my rock’n’roll and I can get dirty with the best of them, but I love my George Michael, and always have. Heck, my first masturbation was inspired by George more than two decades ago.
I felt like I was 13 again last week as I waited for the concert to begin, and was [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Advice, Best of Steff, Journalling, Loving and Knowing Yourself, Opinion (Editorial & Commentary), Self-Love & Self-Esteem, Sex, weight loss
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Tagged clothes shopping, george michael, insecurities, overcoming sexual hangups, retaining water, weight loss
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Mental note to self:
It is stupid, incredibly so, to take self shopping on first day of new heat wave because, self knows thyself, and knows bloating always comes with a heat wave. Plus, stomach wasn’t feeling well, so shopping in that state?
Fully crossing the threshold from “idiotic” to “stupid insane” because now my “Wow, [...]
I’ve mastered my domain, and in more than one ways, today.* Finally, at long last, my house almost looks like the perfect home I’ve been after for god knows how long.
There’s your average clean house, and then there’s fuck-on-the-floors clean, and that’s the house I’ve finally got. I mean, I even flipped the mattress when [...]
I’ve been getting immersed in music for the first time in a long time.
I’ve always gone against type in that I’m neither a film girl, a music girl, nor a book girl, but a hodge-podge of the three. Love ‘em all. Expert in none of them, but I’m sure as hell well-versed in them all.
My [...]
[Steff note: This posting began as an attempt for me to try and explain a little why women should act out loud when they're masturbating in the privacy of home -- thrusting, grabbing at their breasts and ass, grunting, whatever it takes... but it got a lot deeper and a lot bigger than just a [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Advice, Best of Steff, Foreplay & Arousing, Masturbation, Modern Feminism, Orgasm Trouble, Women's Department
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Tagged being vocal during sex, how to masturbate better, jilling, techniques for female masturbation, techniques for women, using masturbation to improve sex
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A storm is brewing. The air is thick, heavy, clinging,and almost chewy. Now and then a salt-laden breeze sweeps through my apartment, bringing a fragment of relief. And then it goes away, and all that’s left is this ominous forbearance of a change about to rain down on us, literally.
I love when a storm comes [...]
By A Scribe Called Steff
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Posted in Being single, Best of Steff, Dating, Humour, Lust & Longing, Masturbation, Sex, Specifically Steff
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Tagged arousal, chocolate, horny, need sex, shag me, too single
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RANT: Just Another Stupid Comment
I’ve been torn about posting it here. I got bitter and decided to rant on my other blog. But a reader’s comment makes me think other bloggers might also relate. And, hey. I’ve wanted to say this for four years. About fucking time. Please read the comments for further clarification — I DO LIKE [...]