Fuck You, Occam.

I'm Thinking Maybe a Page-A-Day Calendar?

With apologizes to those "two naked eight-year-olds who are married."

Summer Reruns Continue

From March 2008, just before I attended my very first sex event, Winter Fire. In this episode, I tell my shrink that I'm going.

And did I get my kink on?

Oh yes. Yes I did.

By the way, I have the very best shrink in New York City. And because I do not share, perfect emotional health will forever elude everyone but me.

Just so we're all clear.

I'm a Sexy, Sophisticated Woman

From sometime in 2008.

HNT: Razor Bumps

I don't get it. I always exfoliate. But sometimes I get 'em and sometimes I don't.

What gives?

But They Hurt Good

From November 16, 2007.

I Can't Stop Saying "Butt Plug."

This is from October 30, 2007. And I still can't stop saying “butt plug.”

Shit Happens

From November 11, 2007.

More Memories

This is another post from an earlier blog. It's from June 2007, exactly a month after I left my husband and moved into my own apartment. In some ways I am today a completely different person from the one who made this picture. In other ways, I haven't moved an inch.

His name was Gavin. He was (and is, I suppose) a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Brit. It was not to be, for a whole host of reasons.

Celebrity Crush-Watch

John Oliver

Daily Show Correspondent

Co-Host, Bugle Podcast

Bosom Buddies

Saturday's Fetish Flea Market was a hoot. Among the day's highlights was Jo's repeated costume malfunction. As soon as we got to our booth's spot, she removed the sweater she was wearing. Underneath she was wearing a top with spaghetti straps. The shirt fit ... mostly. The bodice was fine, but the top portion was a bit small. All day long the fabric strained and struggled to hold back her fleshy fleshiness.












But from time to time the levees broke, unleashing Jo's mighty right tit. Thing was, Jo never noticed. Not once. So I had two jobs at the Fetish Fair: booth attendant and boob watcher.

It was a full day's work.

Memories ...

I was feeling nostalgic today and realized that there are a fair few posts from one of my old blogs that I haven't transferred to this one. I am especially fond of this early post on Sexed-Up Sticks—from October 2007—for a host of reasons.

Boston or Bust

I'm heading to Boston tomorrow with Jocasta. Our destination? The Fetish Flea Market, where Jo will be selling her A-1, top-quality rope. I'll be helping her man the booth. I've promised to be good so that she unties me at some point over the weekend.

HNT: Increasingly Ridiculous Tan Lines Edition

Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up! or My God, I Feel So Old and Curmudgeonly