This morning I got interviewed by a national print health magazine about my weightloss of 70+ pounds and my total-life-reconstruction thingie. I’ll get a little feature with a picture of my smilin’ face. That’s pretty cool.

But tonight, it’s more cooking. I’m in a cooking competition tomorrow, my first ever, and I’m looking forward to how it all works out. I’m looking foward to just being DONE, actually.

So here’s your Sugasm list instead of a “real” blog post. Lots of great writing on here. Including mine. :) Dig eat, eat some Sugasm, you know you’ll love it.

Sugasm #172

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #173? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
A Hot Fuck in a Parking Lot
“We got more daring and soon clothes were a hindrance to our insistent hands.”

I Think I’d Rather Misbehave
“I bet the secret thrill of this has your cock already climbing to attention.”

The Painter
“He says something, small talk, and I stutter something back, lost in the blue depths of his eyes.”

Sugasm Editor
Strildo?

Editor’s Choice
Yet Another Reason You Should Buy a Vibrator

More Sugasm
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I love writing. It’s who I am. It’s what I do.  I’d do it for nothing. Probably why I’m doing it for nothing. Hey, wait a minute. People get paid for this shit. I should look into that.

Still, I’d do it for nothing. And I love blogging. Not kowtowing to advertisers or cowering before editors is a pretty sweet way to keep it all pure and keep the love alive. Money would be nice. I’ll get around to that one day. Trouble is paying the rent requires job-type-things. Oh, bother!

So, because I do this for nothing, or its close cousins, “peanuts” or “tokens”, silly little things like being picked in Sugasm make me all warmy and fuzzy. Mm, warmy AND fuzzy? More, please.

(But, psst, cash works too. Oh, look, a Paypal button. Aka: Help Steff Afford Booze In The Great Recession Fund, ‘09.)

Oh, just kidding! Sort of!

Here, eat some Sugasm, you’ll feel better.

This Week’s Picks
The Annual Anti-Valentine’s Day Posting: 2009 Edition
“Ahh, Valentine’s Day. Sigh.”

Exposed
“We talk a lot about putting me on display, and it was even more intense in reality as it has been in fantasy.”

Yes
“At the edge of the precipice, my nerves rippling with electricity, i tumbled down into you”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Compassion: A Call From Baghdad

Editor’s Choice
Stairwell

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See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

I know being outside of my bed is the last place I want to be this morning. Working for eight hours? Even less appealing.

No, a perfect day for me today would be getting up, having a hot oily bath, smoking up, going back to bed, and praying the gods of sleep felt it time to bless me. Mm, curled up in bed. Sigh.

I’ve been off my mood meds for a couple of weeks now, and it’s really affecting my ability to sleep. I tend to wake up at 6:30am whether I’m rested or not now, and considering I got to bed at 6am Saturday morning, that’s not really helping me much. Yeah, there’s a story there, no, you’re not hearing it. Imagine, minions. Imagine.

The rest of my weekend was filled with similarly shitty sleep, a few unsuccessful naps, and that’s that.

I’m all right with it, but it sure makes for a lousy start to a week. Still, I’m going to cycle today anyhow. Vive le Steff.

All in all, I’m still looking forward to my week ahead. Last week came with several unexpected turns, none of which I’d have guessed on Monday, so I’m hoping this week is similarly filled with excitement.

And, if not, well, at least I’ll finally be seeing Wall-E on Wednesday. Ha. How can the week be a total bust with quality animation, I ask you?

Maybe my brain will be functioning by tomorrow. Until then, I shall leave you with the wonderful Sugasm.

So, here, eat some Sugasm. You’ll feel better.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks
Anti-Porn Protest Gets Weird
“People get very excited about their causes and lack the sense to see if the information backs them up. ”

The Come Shot
“You don’t see their bodies going blotchily red and hear them howling like a banshee.”

Third Time’s a Charm
“If I lift my kilt on Bourbon Street I’m much more likely to get arrested than if Elizabeth takes off her top.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
In My Office

Why? Well, for starters, I really love the dialogue that takes place in comments sometimes. It’s exciting to see people argue each other about something I’ve read, or pat me on the back, whatever. I have a life and don’t want to have to have the stress of checking for comments and publishing them, because that messes with the flow of it all, and when posts only really have a shelf-life of a few days, that gets in the way of the flow, no?

Besides, I believe strongly in free speech. I’ll let you have your say, but don’t think I’m going to bend over and take it when I think you’re out of line, or just plain stupid and mean like the guy from last night. And I’m not going to be polite about it.

I must have been drunk when I said I was going to be a kinder, gentler Steff. Oh, right, I was drunk. That explains that. No, you know what I’m going to be? Myself. For all the good and bad of it, I’m going to be myself. With all my swear words, all my attitude, and all my humour, I’m gonna be myself and just say what comes to mind. That should be fun. So say what you want, but know I’m not shy about responding.

After all, while I think some mouths are better off left shut, mine is not one of them. Why? Because it’s MY blog. Duh. :P

Here, eat some Sugasm. You’ll feel better. I’m behind the game by two weeks with Sugasm, so here’s a truncated list for #142, and the full juicy 143 will be up in the next few days.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants.

This Week’s Picks
Interludes – part 3
“He winds the rope around his hands, smoothing the kinks, and I stand there, breathing a little faster, conscious of all those eyes upon me.”

Hurts So Good
“I want you to wear the badges of sweet distress for days.”

Shower fantasy
“You don’t want to admit it, but you want me.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Why I haven’t blogged about the Mosley case

More Sugasm

So here’s a letter I received today–

We’ve been married 25 years, intercourse has always been great. Hubby has never learned to be good with his hands but orally he’s a dunce. I gave up many years ago. I have dropped 60 lbs and my libido went up, so has my old wish for good oral from him. I printed out “how to eat pussy” lessons I found on the net. He attacks the pussy like it’s diseased. Scrunches up his face and makes it look like he’s going to hate it. The lessons… well, he just couldn’t put it together.

He’s given me a list of “needs” to prepare for this.

1- must shave the area (fine with me, but he won’t assist.)

2- must wash 10 minutes before doing act

3- must be more than 5 days past period

4- must be more than 5 days from getting period

5- must be more than 3 days since last intercourse (we have sex 2 or 3 times a week, he ALWAYS cums inside)

He hates even looking at a vagina, and has had no clue in 26 years what a clit does. All the teaching I attempted in our early years was a waste as he just has no innate ability to figure out what to do, and won’t listen to my body. I am about ready to go man hunting for good oral.

SHOULD I GIVE UP ON HIM?

Shit. See, this is one of those “I’m not going to enjoy this” questions. It happens. Normally I’d remove more of the specifics, but it’s obvious he doesn’t read blogs like this. And even if he did, he deserves to recognize himself.

Reader, you need to say, “Look, I know YOU have a problem with this, but the majority of this country, men LOVE diving into snatch. YOU have a problem with it. YOU are the exception. YOU having a problem with it makes ME feel like YOU have a problem with MY snatch. This makes ME feel like a loser. This makes ME feel like maybe there’s someone out there, in the majority of the country, that feels differently about ME than YOU do. I’m tired of being rejected. It’s threatening our marriage. And the power is in your hands to change it. And if you don’t, I will.”

I mean, there’s no other option. You need to be brutally honest about this with him.

You should have been honest with him 25 years ago, but this is what happens in a lot of marriages because we’ve somehow come to believe, as a society, that sex isn’t an important component in our marriage, that it’s a fringe benefit of committing, rather than the truth: It is one of the most empowering tools we have of building our self-image and expressing our true selves. And one of the most destructive.

If, in sex, we’re made to feel ashamed of our bodies — our lover scrunches up his/her face before going down on us, expressing distaste and disgust before even laying lips upon us — then we’re actually being, in some regards, somewhat psychologically abused. Really. Our self-esteem is being assaulted. We’re being made to feel that we’re repulsive, and the problem is with their perspective, not our reality.

You tell a child often enough they’re stupid, and they’ll stop studying in school and will come to believe you. You show a lover often enough that they’re repulsive to you — or even a part of them is repulsive to you — and they may come to believe that you really do find them repulsive as a whole.

This is what he has done to you. For a quarter of a century. You have a right to be disappointed and angry. You have a right to demand more. And he has the right to decline.

Then you need to decide if you want to continue feeling as though you’re sexually repulsive, not having the truly fulfilled sex life you want…

Because, let’s face it, he’s not good with his hands, he’s not interested in oral, and he’s only interested in intercourse, in which he always comes inside, he doesn’t give a shit about the clitoris, shows no interest in learning about sex, doesn’t care (or acts like it) that he’s not fulfilling you in other ways — and, statistically, the majority of women cannot orgasm through intercourse, and the clitoris is like the “Hallelujah” chorus of sex? What?

Yeah, obviously he’s more or less in this for himself, whatever his hangups about oral sex might be, because he’s not really respecting what you feel, desire, or need.

Okay, let’s take a left-field tangent trip for a second. Seafood: I have always abhorred it. The smell of raw salmon would cause me to want to vomit. Nothing inspired disgust more than seafood. All my life. You have no idea.

And then I decided to give myself a total-life makeover, focusing hugely on trying to eat healthy. I now try to eat seafood a couple times a week. I’ve forced myself, and slowly but surely, I’m beginning to enjoy it. I simply told myself it was mind over matter. I had to learn that most of the world LOVES seafood, so clearly I was somehow wrong. I mean, if it’s the world’s favourite entree, clearly I’m off my nut, right?

I made myself consider all the positives: It was healthier. It was lower in fat. It would give me Omega 3s. My complexion would improve. My diet would balance out. Negatives: The smell.

The taste was an issue but I learned that, the better quality I bought, the less the fishy taste would be present, and the smell would be less of a problem, too. Plus, I’d clean up instantly, also negating the smell. Besides, you can overpower the taste if you use the right ingredients, and this girl can cook.

Like I had a headgame issue with seafood, your husband has a headgame issue with oral sex. The problem is entirely his. You’ve acquiesced to his “hygiene” demands, yet he persists in being cruel and disrespectful by revealing his disgust before he goes down on you. He’s not being fair.

You need to decide what your bottom line is.

Do you want to take the chance on being alone, not finding the proverbial Mr. Right-for-Your-Snatch (but possibly indeed finding him and living an eternally blissful life — or just a change of Mr. Wonderful-for-Nows)? Or do you feel you can live in an otherwise decent marriage that may have lots going for it, but comes with not only an unsatisfying sex life, but an offensive one that makes you feel ashamed?

And, you know what, you can make either of those choices and it’s okay, but you need to be behind that choice and know what it is you’ve really decided in favour of. But, either way, you need to tell him what’s at stake here. He needs to know that he’s being a wuss, a meanie, and just not making you feel like the woman you DESERVE to feel like.

And, depending on his choice of action, you need to then decide, should you stay or should you go? I can’t fucking tell ya that, but as for the option of giving up on him and cheating, I just think that’s cowardly. I don’t support infidelity inside conventional relationships. If he wants to consent to an open relationship so someone else can devour you, then that’s his prerogative. But I think cheating as an easier out is cowardly… not that that was your plan. Just saying. :)

So, yeah. Tough question, tough answer. Lemme know how it goes.

But this one takes the motherfucking cake, and it’s not getting enough press yet.

A draft regulation is circulating the Department of Health and Human services in which it seeks to redefine abortion to INCLUDE BIRTH CONTROL PILLS AND IUDs.

That’s right, by taking a birth control pill — just any old 21-days-a-month pill — or having an IUD implanted, you would legally be “participating in abortion”.

Now, this isn’t law, yet. May never be. May never even hit the floor. But it’s out there. And all those little religious-righters are wringing their fingers in glee, hoping like hell it happens, while the rest of a country that supposedly purports to separate church from state may have to pay the price for a motherfuckin’ religion-fuelled dumb policy like this hitting the books.

Now those in the administration are calling the folks (like me) on the left “reactionaries” who are overblowing the whole thing, that it won’t create difficulties for women taking the pill. Oh, really? But it’ll redefine it as abortion. It’ll redefine it as the “taking” of a life, rather than the prevention of life forming.

If the definition doesn’t DO anything, then WHY REDEFINE IT? See, that’s the thing. If you’re not DOING anything, then why are you doing it at all? Right? Because, even if you claim it’s not doing anything, but you’re doing it anyways, then…

Because, psst, you know you really ARE DOING something. This is Bush using the last six months of a presidency to get the door open, stick a foot in, and create the possibility of rewriting law in the coming years based on an obscure redefinition that eeked its way into being in the dying hours of the most unpopular presidency in the history of the country, a presidency that came into being on the backs of the strongest evangelical/religious-right movement ever seen in America.

The reason you tweak laws, redefining them or broadening their definitions, is to create the opportunity for a legal climate in which challenges may better succeed.

If the draft regulation were to prompt some insurance companies to drop coverage for prescription birth control, “that would be fantastic,” said Tom McClusky, a strategist with the conservative Family Research Council.

The Wall Street Journal

Roe v Wade is ticking strong after three decades, to the devastation of people all over the Right; something needs to change in the legal landscape if the anti-abortion crowd is ever going to succeed.

Though this nebulous would-be policy of “Well, it’s not really DOING anything, we’re just changing language” might seem silly, it’s not. It’s terrifying. It’s ethically wrong. It flies in the face of everything American — in a country of the free, a country supposedly unfettered by its religious climate. It’s door-stopper policy-making in the attempt of opening a door to the potential of reducing freedoms of choice. That’s it, in a nutshell.

If this would-be policy terrifies you like it does me, and you’re American, you need to write your members of congress, your governors, and anyone else who’ll listen, and say so. With luck it’ll never become policy; with your voice against it, it won’t need luck.

If you’re planning to vote in November’s election, you need to know that John McCain has declined to comment on this potential policy change, while Barack Obama has scathingly denounced it.

To be ranking the taking of daily birth control pill in the same category as a second-trimester abortion is just disgusting. But though that’s what I’ve come to expect from the Bush administration, I’m still utterly repulsed.

And you should be, too. And frightened. With six months to go, the lowest approval ratings ever, this is about as ballsy as a dumbfuck lame-duck President could be. Un-fucking-believable.

So, I gotta ask: Are you gonna stand for this?

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, you could go for the so-called five-speed turn-the-dial vibrators out there, or you could cross the threshold into the 21st century and try a vibrator powered by a microchip, that offers five incredible sensations, and each of those come in five different speeds. Oh, you have no idea.

But that’s only part of what I love, love, love about this toy. So, let’s slow down and break it down for a second:

Pluses:

Wow! What a beautiful thing to open. It comes in a simple wine-coloured box, and you slide that open and there’s a beautiful black box (no markings) in which sits this sophisticated, original “pleasure object”. Not only that, it comes with a gorgeous little white satin bag to keep it in. But the thing looks like art. Why put it away? (Because you want to protect it from dust and cooties, of course, silly.)

It’s rechargable. In fact, it has no removable batteries. It will charge completely in two hours and will give you 90 minutes of continuous playtime. This, and plenty of other great information comes in the User’s Manual. Like how speed #5 is for “before and after”. Yes, it’s a five-speed. And we love our five speeds, don’t we? But five SENSATIONS with five speeds each? Like, ohmigod!

The five “sensations” include: 1) your basic steady-ready solid vibrating found on every other vibe in the world — but that’s where the similarities end — 2) short but radiating and expanding pulses, 3) short and quick staccato pulses on rapid-fire, 4) steady vibrating with a rhythmic pounding throb overlapping it, and, my favourite, 5) a steady vibrating with radiating climaxing built in on a three-second repeating pattern (and it’ll blow your mind). Each of these five “sensations” can be ramped from from “merely there” vibrating to “shaking your knees” vibrating, because it’s seemingly powered by the same kind of microchip that makes your cellphone get so happy.

This is a seriously powerful, seriously smart sex toy. The touch control is one four-direction tab you can move up and down through the sensations, and side-to-side for the power/speed options.

One thing I love about the Gigi, too, is, when the battery’s still not charged, and you’re charging it, the touch control is illuminated with an LED light, and flashes once every second. Once it’s fully charged, it lights up solid. So, you’ll be able to walk back to the living room from the washroom and notice through your dark bedroom that your Gigi’s fully charged, and one thought about its vibing power, you’ll probably skip the rest of So You Think You Can Dance and spend a little girl time with Your New Best Friend.

The look of it, too, is awesome. It’s sleek, clean, pretty to look at, not too large, and if you did happen to leave it out, it’s not the kind of toy a friend’ll spot and you’ll have to cringe when they point it out. It’s tasteful looking. It’s modern design, modern art.

And this thing is light, girls. Once you take the batteries out of a toy like this, it is very, very light and easy to maneuver.

Negatives:

It’s small. It’s designed to look sleek and modern, so there are no “pleasure enhancing” ridges on it that have become standard on so many vibes. I’m waiting for the sex toy that is easier to handle controls on with lubed-up fingers slipping and sliding off it, but the Gigi’s not yet that toy.

It’s very solid, ie: hard, but because it’s a smaller toy, that’s not so much of a problem, plus it’s easier to clean as a result.

But… I had to think about this. Really.

Overall:

Can I tell you how much the environmentalist in me LOVES that no batteries are needed yet there are no annoying cords? It’s rechargeable, operated by a microprocessor, and so you can tell from across a dark room when it’s fully charged. It has stunning vibing options, five of ‘em, and they all come with five speeds.

This is amongst one of the most powerful vibes I’ve ever, ever seen, but its five speeds really do offer everything from merely there to damn-that-thing’s-quakin’ speeds that’ll get you melting.

This is one cool little toy to have, and absolutely worth a night in. If you spend only around $100 on sex toys this year? Spend it on Gigi. She’ll make sure you’re properly spent, in more ways than one.

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 milk I’m drinking… and soy’s so expensive”. I know I’m very sensitive to ice cream and big yogurt shakes and stuff, as I’ve had nasty illnesses hit me after those, but I figured skim milk might be safe. So instead of gradually bumping up my intake, I started making myself a couple lattes each morning.

Yeah, so that was dumb, and now I know. :P Time to bump up the calcium supplements, and back to soy I go. Shit happens, baby.

But I’m still somewhat congested, not right in the head, and not into writing, so I’ll just use this as a chance to pimp the Sugasm and wish all y’all a fine and dandy hump day.

So, without ado, Sugasm. Eat some, you’ll feel better.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them.

This Week’s Picks
Comedy vs. Tragedy “Are you on your period? What? Did he just say…”

Ian, or, Sometimes Sex is Hilarious “In short, it isn’t sex blogger sex.”

A Wish “I wish that you could know the indescribable pleasure of being enfolded in your warm, gentle wetness.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice Road Rage

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Forgetting
How Do You Flirt With Milk?
The Hunt
I Don’t Usually Date, but…
I have huge tits.
Men on Pointe
My Femme Cock
Nibbles and Bits: Vegetarian? Really? Doh!
Present and first love making

Sex Advice
How to Make Her Want Anal Sex
Play Safe
The Power of Suggestion- And How It Helps You Meet Women

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Gisele Bundchen Topless and Nipple Slip Pictures
HNT – Purple Lace Part Two
Lady Sascha Does HHNT
Marta – Professional
Once upon a time HNT
Pornsaint Tara Tainton
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet -HNT
Sam Bound

Sex Humor
It did not work
When your mother has more sex than you do…

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Can’t Get Enough
Fiction – The Wrong Smith Girl
Getting to fuck the neighbor 15
Harder…
In any language,…
Le Cadeaux
Nine: of nasty names
Oh Honey, Make Yourself Cum for Me
The Parking Garage
Pointless
The Ride.
Rub a Dub Dub
The Second Time Around
Slow.Soft.Hot.Perfect
Spin the bottle-the conclusion
Tits~n~Teets 2
TNT – Part 2
The Wanting
Writhe

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Can A Film Prostitute In 1930’s Shanghai Fare Any Better Than One Of The 100,000 Prostitutes Working The Streets In The City?
Donate To Satine Phoenix’s Tantric Exploration
Escort X: Find great escorts
Spanking erotica interview with Alison Tyler
The value of erotic blogging
Wanted: Your Orgasms Caught on Tape

BDSM & Fetish
Auction of a Slave
Changing Cravings For Pain: A Survey
A Beautifully Cruel Predicament Bondage Scene
Cuntwriting
Fitting Punishment
The house in Vienna
July MVK: Play piercing
Leather Retreat 2008 – The Toll Booth
Mz Berlin Gets The Bastinado And Rack Torture On Hogtied
Necessary Roughness
Routine Maintenance, pt. 2
A Scene in Three Parts … (part III)
Taken and Collared as a Sex Slave while her husband sleeps
Telegraph
Trying on new shoes, Friday night edition

Yeah. I had one of those sleeps last night. Fraught with the unsettled, but completely in the dark as to remembering any of my dreams last night. Except for a snippet where I was having this hellish clothes-shopping experience where, every item I tried on, I’d look in the mirror and it’d suddenly distort and I’d have this hideous thing looking back at me. I woke up, smoked some pot, and tried to sleep again.

Hours later, I’ve woken up uncomfortable in my own skin, and I can’t really shake it off, but I’m about to give it a good shot.

I went to bed last night thinking all these outlandish thoughts about how exciting it was going to be to go shopping for new shorts at Old Navy today. Now I’m all apprehensive about it. I’m sitting here in the XXL shorts I bought two years ago that I now have to yank the ropes as tight as possible and roll down at the waist just to keep ‘em from falling down over my hips. I’ve lost more than 40 pounds, but there are times I still feel like the girl of old.

It’s a little nerve-wracking facing the demons of Mass Produced Clothing in the post-weight-loss world. Boo, hiss, mass production. In a world without regulated sizing, it can be a pretty psychologically cruel journey for someone looking to find a sense of self in a new size. As if that’s where we’ll ever find ourselves anyhow. But once we do find our self, wherever it’s found, it can always be enhanced by a great pair of jeans, no?

Naturally, I can’t afford to buy much today. A little. Not much. The broke state of Steff will come to an end in Aug/Sept, but I can find a few pennies, and that’s okay. Anything is good, right? I’ve been wearing my three new shirts this week and my new jeans I bought, and I got an awesome email from a coworker yesterday morning, an afterthought kind of thing. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to tell you, you’re looking amazing! Those jeans you’ve been wearing really, really show it off. Way to go!”

So, now I’m about to take off and have the first reckoning with what, exactly, is my new size after all? Sure, I’m nervous, but I’m also excited. Nothing like buying new clothes to reinvent our image. It’s the single most important decision we make daily on how we want our world to perceive us, isn’t it?

Living two years without the opportunity to reinvent my image thanks to such bad financial straights for so long, and having made so many changes in who I am, and knowing who I was 2 years ago versus this wicked chick I’ve become, well, this is the beginning of a radical re”branding” of the self of Steff.

For instance, I bought this terrific slightly butch shirt that I just think rocks. It’s sad that I want to have shrunk out of it by Thanksgiving, but I’ll love it in the meantime. It’s almost like a cute little tailored mechanic’s shirt with cap sleeves and darting at the waist, and it’s red and blue stripes on white, but the back has a massive 10″ embroidered flower patch offset to the left, and it’s just perfect. Feminine, yet not. Looks great with my tan. It strikes the perfect balance I want my whole wardrobe to have.

I’m no girlie girl, and I never will be. I’ve had an assortment of Doc Martens over the years and love some good boots, right? I long for a new leather jacket, I dig my short hair. But I don’t want to be butch. I’m so done with butch. I want femininity without selling out completely. I want balance. Cute but hot, tough but soft.

But who we see ourselves in our mind’s eye versus who we’re able to produce as a result of the clothing we buy, the images we craft, is wildly different. We can have an idea of where we want to go, but until we find the right things on the rack, who’s to say where we actually wind up?

So, here I go. Off to see if mass production really has a “self” I’m willing to project. And what self will it be, anyhow? Ahh, the wonders of materialism.

Here, eat some Sugasm. It’ll all be better in the morning.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them.

This Week’s Picks
“Are you a sex blogger or a sexy blogger?” “It builds a community that I am so proud to be part of.”

The J Word “And while you’re with her, I’ll be with him.”

Transcending moment ”It’s that place between fear and arousal, and they are so very closely related.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself — Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice– Chill Pleasure

BDSM & Fetish
Bathroom bang
Bros Not Hoes – F/m Spanking Video Clip
Cock training
Galerías de spanking: Spanking Server
Games Grown Ups Play
The Most Amazing Sex (and I didn’t come)
Mr. and Mrs. Kink Have Great Sex (Again)
My First Ever Fetish Photography Shoot & Other Wonderful Things
New spanking gallerie – Two girls spanked
Religion and BDSM
Rope
TES Fest 2008 was fabulous!
Your Slut

Sex Advice
Ask Miss Bliss-How Do I Know If A Girl Likes Me?
Fetish Safety – Branding
The Kivin Method: Guaranteed Orgasm for Women

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Advanced Exhibitionism
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 2
Club Tantra: My Experience, Unabridged
Distraction
Fucking no foreplay
Getting to fuck the neighbor 9
Him
HNT – Peach
Insanity never felt so good
Interludes – part 1
Memoir Of A Married Woman
Popping His Cherry
Re: Dinner Last Night
“Red Bottoms” (Complete)
Sloppy Seconds, Then Thirds
That Time of the Month
Whiskey Kisses (unedited)

Sex Work
Sex Worker Solidarity: Catalina
Happy Thoughts on Being a Phonesex Op…
Stamp on my forehead saying “ask me about your fetish”

Sex & Politics
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Teen Sex: The New After-School Special?
Women Enjoy Relative Sexual Freedom this 4th of July

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
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Free video audition of Amsterdam sex performer
Half-Nekkid and Getting Shaved
HNT – A bit cheeky
HNT – Purple Lace
Making Love to the Camera
Mz Berlin Took This Picture Of Herself In Her New Wasp Creation Corset

Sex Humor
Top 6 Reasons for Not Shaving Your Beaver

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
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Comstock Films
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Interview about spanking erotica with Spanked contributor Teresa Noelle Roberts
January Seraph Is A Hot Femdom Dominating Jade Indica In Lesbian Latex Role Play
The Monday Buzz: The Bandito
Penny Flame Fucks A Handyman With A Strap-On and Feeds Him His Own Cum
Product Research: Blow Job Dildo
Yes! Yes! Yes! Personal Lubricant

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Be nice… until it is time to not be nice…
Finding out your good friends are swingers
Naughty Text Messages and Perverted Friends Makes Life Fun
Sex Advice Review: “Tips to Better Sex and Sleep”
Silence

Oh, colour my broke ass elated, minions! GayBoy rang earlier to alert me to a stunning development brought on by the generosity of a customer: Free passes to see Mongol!

Now, if you haven’t heard of Mongol yet (trailer), it’s the cinematic tale of Genghis Khan’s life. It’s apparently to Asian cinema what Braveheart is to Western cinema. Giggle! In case you’ve never gotten the memo, Genghis Khan was the greatest military leader the world’s ever known, and had conquered more of the known worlds than any other military leader in history.

And I know I don’t wax poetic about all things Mongolian on here, (I mean, geez, you have better things to read) but I cannot WAIT to see this movie and I’m so excited I get to see an advance screening.

I wrote about the movie longingly last week on my other blog, in what I think’s a pretty fun posting:

And, get this: I think it has Tuvan throat-singing on the score.

I mean, does it get better? Mongolian horse riders, sword-fighting, lance-fighting, Mongolian justice, hot yurt love, and funny hats? AND throat-singing? Holy fucking bonanza, Batman! Gimme more!

Anyhow, I have nothing of value to write about today, except that my apartment’s almost clean, I’m going to spend a rapt and wonderful night embroiled in the drama of ancient Mongolian conquerors and flashy big cinema, and that’s that. (I’m such a movie geek!)

But I’d like to send a shout out to anyone affected by the floods down in the USA right now. Here’s hoping Mother Nature lends all y’all a hand. Geez.

Here’s this week’s Sugasm; eat some, you’ll feel better:

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them.

This Week’s Picks
69 “Frozen, I wait for your next move.”

Balanced on the tip of my tongue “Pushing her into the bedroom, I stripped her bare swiftly, laid her out on the bed.”

Impertinent Question: Do You Enjoy Spanking? “That’s what we call Wednesday night!”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
The Source of All Waters

BDSM & Fetish
He loves me
Intimacy and BDSM
The Lilith Obsession, Part the First
Mr. and Mrs. Kink’s Unbelievably Good Sex Last Night
Online Auction Snafu – F/m Spanking Pics
Other World Kingdom visit – Part 7
r’s naughty thoughts on submission, fetishes, and enemas
Raw
ThunderFuck
Vacation story
Weekends. part 1
Why I’ve Never Gone To A Pro-Domme..Why I Might Someday

Sex & Politics
Condoms for Everybody! No?
To Choke a Chicken

Erotic Writing and Experiences
3 days, 3 guys (Part 1)
Catalina loves Oral Sex With Mr. F
A Day at the Fair
Hot Hotel Bang: Key West
In Which Penny Receives Kisses That Exceed Expectations
My Usual Friday
Proudly fucked at the pride

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
And the Award for Most Beautiful Breasts in the World Goes To…
Fetish Model Charlotte Brooke In Serious Encasement, Full Enclosure, Gas Mask Scene
January Seraph in Corset and Collar
Half-Nekkid in a New Corset
I Love Amsterdam girls alone on video
Kim Sharma Looking Sexy in Chemise and Tiny Shorts
Live hidden Carmen gets wet in Zoo Promo
Making Porn With Nikki On The Lord’s Day
Mz. Berlin In The Sun With The Family
One Tuff Babe -HNT
Sex And The Kitty
Toy Time

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Asian Fetish Model Jandi Lin, Sarah Jane Ceylon,and Mistress Claire Adams Get Fucked Up On Device Bondage
Book Review: Jenny Block’s Open
German Porn
I Can’t Stand “Sex And The City”
PullJoy© Book Review: Don’t Use My Sweater Like a Towel
Review of Astro Vibe
Sex News Roundup

Sex Work
Princess Back Online!!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Desire Its Cascading Flaming Passion to a trickling flicker
Finishing with a Bang
Letting Go
Shopping basket
Why do you Love “The City” So Much(with a twist to the story)??

Sex Advice
The sofa-sexual masturbator: couch copulation and furniture fucking examined