Sunday, January 31, 2010


To Vero, Kiki and anyone else that loves Milla as much as I.

I would very much like to be wherever it is that this is. In the sun...frolicking in very little clothing.


This editorial strongly reminds me or Neil Gaimen's character Delirium:

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


Found over at candide's tumblr:



(via paganpoetry)

aren’t all of these the standard american apparel poses?



by Christa Joo Hyun D’Angelo


At the same time as anal penetration is held up in hetero male culture as the ultimately painful/humiliating/unpleasant experience, it’s also held up as one of the premium sexual experiences any man can have - IF he’s on the penetrating end. The plethora of articles in men’s magazines and on men’s websites that instruct men on how to get their girlfriend/wife to have anal sex is staggering…

If anal penetration is the horrible, painful, humiliating thing you imagine it to be, why would you ever want a woman you love, or one you respect and to whom you’re attracted, to experience it? If it’s this horrendous experience, why, oh why, are you expending so much energy trying to inflict it on someone else? And if you expect women to be open to trying it, why continue to use it as the ultimate analogy for all things negative? Don’t you think we hear you when you talk? Don’t you think we get that you associate anal sex with pain and humiliation?

Feminist Critique of Hetero Male Culture Causes Mass MRA Hysteria

Yes, yes...plenty of guys and girls (straight/bi/gay) are fine with anal play and I do understand that when talking about negative things boys (and girls) talk about being 'fucked in the ass'; but I think what the author is getting at here folks is that by using this type of reference for describing a painful experience, essentially what we are doing is condemning the act and making it something that only queers or the sexually provocative do and through this, are saying that this type of sexual act is painful and humiliating.

I'm sure this topic has plenty of different opinions, and both sides have people that are in an uproar about it all...but really folks, the fact of the matter is that for some anal sex is painful and humiliating, for others it is erotic and the ultimate turn on.

Basically, my opinion on the matter is: if a guy wants a girl to have anal sex and she is apprehensive and worried about the matter, he should respect that and not push it (literally). If she's willing to maybe give it a try, on the condition that he does as well, then he has the option to say "yah, why not", or "no" and leave it at that. Or maybe she's willing to give it a try without that little step, but I'm personally of the mind that if it's something that he could not fathom or he himself finds a daunting prospect, then why would you want to have anal sex with your girlfriend/lover if she's probably going to have the same reaction?

parce que...

J'aime les sang:


Bien que, je pense c'est juste peinture rouge et scintillement. J'aime l'effet.

Sunday, January 24, 2010


Because I'm kind of a big fan of the Alexander McQueen spring 2010 campaign:

Saturday, January 23, 2010


I can't emphasize enough how much I love this comic and the creative people behind it.

Of course I enjoy the sexuality of it all, but the sex politics that they discuss and poke fun at light heartedly are also quite enjoyable.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Conspicuous compassion

"Am i going to crush spirits if i break it to facebook that wearing red won't actually help haiti? Heads up: Haiti doesn’t care about your outfit. It would probably appreciate a cash donation, though."

Gotta say I agree with Ish.

We live in an age of conspicuous compassion. We sport empathy ribbons, send flowers to recently deceased celebrities, weep in public over murdered children, apologize for historical misdemeanors, wear red noses for the starving, go on demonstrations to proclaim ‘Drop the Debt’ or ‘Not in My Name.’ We feel each other’s pain. We desperately seek a common identity and new social bonds to replace those that have withered in the post-war era - the family, the church, the nation and neighborhood. Mourning sickness is a religion for the lonely crowd that no longer subscribes to orthodox churches. Its flowers and teddies are its rites, its collective minutes’ silences its liturgy and mass. This book’s thesis is that such displays of empathy do not change the world for the better: they do not help the poor, diseased, dispossessed or bereaved. Our culture of ostentatious caring is about projecting your ego, and informing others what a deeply caring individual you are. It is about feeling good, not doing good, and illustrates not how altruistic we have become, but how selfish. And, as Patrick West shows in this witty but incisive monograph, sometimes it can be cruel.

Conspicuous Compassion

Monday, January 18, 2010

au revoir eighties

I'm certainly one for the put together hard-edged black 80's or 90's grunge look, but considering I'm also one for the flowing or structured looks that range from the 30's to 70's till now, I'm happy to see some people wearing more loose and romantic clothing:


Thanks to Vero, this is now also my favourite video of the moment.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

new pants

Happy pay cheque to me:

If you weren't already aware, I love anything that is vintage or is styled after vintage clothing so I am terribly excited to receive these in the mail:) Oh modcloth, you always seem to have something that provides me with warm fuzzy feelings.

Friday, January 15, 2010


I do feel kinda bad for the kids who grow up in the spotlight. Because then they feel like they're not good enough and go and do this:

As Chelsea Nicole put's it, "UM, YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS."

Thursday, January 14, 2010

teh pr0n

I hate the idea of porn being the trendsetter, the sexual yardstick by which our sexual activity is measured. The sex in mainstream commercial porn is highly exaggerated; it’s choreographed primarily to look good on camera, not to feel good for the participants; it focuses largely on male pleasure at the expense of female pleasure; and it’s standardized to an almost ritualistic degree that would be laughable if it weren’t so sad. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Porn is not sex education. It scares and saddens me to think of an entire generation of sexually active adults getting their ideas about what is and isn’t normal / acceptable / desirable in sex from porn.

Greta Christina’s Blog: On the Ubiquity of Shaving

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Making August plans


I know, getting ahead of myself a wee bit huh? Oh well, that's what happens when your friends get married and you made plans 3 years ago to go to San Francisco for a friends 21st birthday. I've decided to take the train because it's about 300 bones cheaper than a return flight, and it'll be way prettier scenery.

Here I am. Wishing away the spring. I'm ready for summer.

Must make:

These goddamn adorable cookies!!!

I really must send a note to Chelsea Nicole for providing me with all my teacup fantasies and desires.

I'm officially a girl now.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Blood Bank

This girl does a lovely job at singing Bon Iver's blood that song, love his voice, love hers.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

When I grow up...

I'm not going to live in the city. I mean, of course, when I've "settled down" and have kids. Instead, I will live just outside of the city, on a little patch of land that will allow me to grow a decent vegetable garden and an area for a chicken coup so that I can have fresh eggs and eventually, fresh chicken. Who knows...maybe I'll even have a goat so that I can make goat's milk and cheese.

I WILL make this happen. And I will be happy with it.

PS: I'm currently writing up a research review for my social marketing plan targeting promoting eating locally and sustainably, so I realize that this decision is currently affected by what I'm reading and reporting. However, I really do feel that this is a good way to live and to bring up children.

Friday, January 8, 2010

By golly I've done it!

I've made myself a hair appointment for: trim, highlights and chats with Ebony. Huzzah! We've decided on tons of highlights to ease me into the process of being a blond.

Seriously...I can't wait for a change; my hair length has been super bothersome lately. Mostly because that whole super badass asymmetrical hair cut of mine has been a bitch to grow out. I wish I had pictures of the initial cut. It was pretty rad.

Thursday, January 7, 2010


...and boobs.


It’s been declared that the g-spot does not exist...

I remember in Sociology of Sexuality last spring discussing in class the current research that is going in to determine whether or not the g-spot does exist. My initial reaction was, "What a croc, who do these 'scientists' think they are, trying to justify that the g-spot doesn't exist? Who are they to say that I haven't had an orgasm originating from g-spot stimulation, or that neither have thousands of other women? I wonder how many of these researchers are men and just trying to justify not being able to find their lady friends g-spots."

Then further into the discussion, we also discussed the women who feel that they don't have a g-spot and the other sides to the arguments surrounding whether or not this is a mythical or real thing.

Essentially I came to the conclusion that perhaps the g-spot is all a psychological thing, that some women perceive an increased stimulation and excitement leading to an orgasm. I suppose I'm open to other people's opinions, and do agree that by saying there is a definite g-spot, it may make women who are unable to attain g-spot stimulation (or 'don't have one') feel dysfunctional, but a similar argument can be made regarding scientists who are trying to tell women that we don't have one, they never existed and never will, in terms of disqualifying our experiences.

I maintain that indeed I do have a g-spot, that I gain pleasure from its stimulation, and will continue to enjoy foreplay and sex because of it. Ultimately, I think people need to keep science out of the bedroom and our sexual lives (to a point, because knowing about the HIV and where our organs are and how they work is essential), because it puts a limit on what we then experience or allow ourselves to experience. AND because I think every woman should have the opportunity to experience the gloriousness that is a g-spot orgasm.

PS: This rant all originated from a post over at filthygorgeousthings: "Does the G Spot Exist? Fuck Yeah!"

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

I miss the sun

And having the sun gently bathing my skin in golden rays while frolicking in very little clothing.

Soon though, because time always flies when you have your nose to the grindstone.

Till then, this shall serve as a reminder of things to look forward to:


Monday, January 4, 2010


From Vero:

A - Age: Vingt-trois
B - Bed size: Extra-long Twin :( Good thing a new bed is going to be my moving out present.
C - Chore you hate: De-clogging the drain...and I'm the only one that does it.
D - Dog’s name: When I have one, s/he will be named after some sort of mythological deity (or something).
E - Essential start your day item: Coffee (so true).
F - Favorite colors: Purple and green.
G - Gold or Silver: Silver. I don't wear much jewellery, but I prefer silver. Gold is growing on me.
H - Height: 5’9.
I - Instruments you play: Currently...none. I used to play the recorder.
J - Job title: Leisure Assistance Coordinator.
K – Kids: Give me 5 years or so.
L - Living Arrangements: OH HAI FAMILY.
M - Mother’s name: Lois Toms
N - Nicknames: Flobby, Robino, & Bean.
O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: Nope.
P - Pet Peeve: Guilt trips, because I am so easily susceptible to them. Or perhaps those students in class who simply like to hear themselves talk, rather than actually say anything worthwhile. You know who you are. Shut up.
Q - Quote from a movie: Clementine, "Truth be told I'm a vindictive little bitch".
R - Right or left handed: Right.
S - Siblings: Two of the female variety.
T - Time you wake up: Currently 7:30.
U - Underwear: Yes. Most definitely.
V - Vegetable you dislike: Mushrooms, onions, and tomatoes (I know guys, hush).
W - Workout style: Soccer practice/games and running in the rain. NOT in Lulu Lemons. Sorry.
X - X-rays you’ve had: Teeth and nose.
Y - Yesterday’s best moment: Receiving a lovely and endearing text message from the boy.
Z - Zoo favorite: Tigers forever and always.

Collaborative sculpture w/ honeybees

As theslyestfox says, this is definitely "my kind of art".

By Aganetha Dyck


When I have sex, I don’t just get off on my own kinks and my own pleasure. I also get off on my partner’s pleasure. The sight, the sound, the feel, of someone in my bed who’s getting excited and getting off… that’s hot. It’s not particularly selfless or noble of me — it’s just hot. The more I care about someone, the more true that is… And if you can’t get off on the sight and sound and feel of your partner’s pleasure — even if what you’re doing isn’t your particular favorite thing — then what the hell are you doing in a sexual / romantic relationship?

Greta Christina’s Blog: Broccoli or Tofu? Sexual Differences in Relationships

Sunday, January 3, 2010

the new year

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

Johnny Cash