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During a recent writing exercise for a performance project in which I was involved, each of us was asked to write about our biggest fear. Not much, does scare me as I’ve learned to be strong, but sometimes that little bug can get under your skin and stay there forever. Like everyone else on the planet, I’m a person to, with emotions and feelings and my steely cold reserve is just my defence mechanism of a, believe it or not, painfully shy person.

This is mine, this is what I wrote.

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Trolls, I’m not talking about the mythical cave-dwelling being depicted in folklore as either giant or dwarf, typically having an ugly appearance. Nor am I writing about the cute, cuddly, sweet looking, creatures with brightly coloured hair, in the latest instalment from Dreamworks. I’m talking about Internet Trolls, and although not mythical, what they do share is the commonality of being ugly, from the inside out.

An Internet Troll according to Wikipedia; In Internet slang, a troll (/ˈtroʊl/, /ˈtrɒl/) is a person who sows discord on the Internet by starting quarrels or upsetting people, by posting inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community (such as a newsgroup, forum, chat room, or blog) with the intent of provoking readers into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal, on-topic discussion, often for the troll’s amusement.

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A central point, as of attraction, attention, or activity, to concentrate: to focus one’s thoughts; verb (used without object), focused, focusing or focussed, focussing. To be or become focused.

We need it, we try to do it, we work hard at maintaining it, and struggle very hard to keep it, for the long or short term. With a goal, you need it, it’s not a want, and with it, a certain amount of strength is required to keep it. With your eyes on the prize, you need it, focus, and that’s what sexy this week.

Distraction is easy, and like a bad, if I may be so blunt, FART, it is ever creeping and lingers all the time and everywhere. You hear it, you smell, and sometimes you see it.

I’ll switch gears and use another descriptive, but I think you got the point with the previous 🙂

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ICING SUGAR

An Evening of Sweet Treats and Sugary Delights

With the anticipated return of your hostess

VELVET STEELE

DJ Kasha Kennedy

presented by

Eldorado Boutique and Pink Soda Productions

A PLAY PARTY WITH A SWEET AND SENSUAL TWIST…
EVERYTHING’S BETTER WITH A SPRINKLE OF SUGAR ON TOP

A celebration of all things sugary, sweet, tart and unique.

An erotic feast for the senses laid out for your pleasure:
Fill your darkest desires or simply satisfy your sweet tooth. From feathers to leather, sugar to Steele – there’s something for every palette…

Complete with a few naughty presentations on Lubes, Lotions, and Potions, and some of your favourite Sextoys

Take a nibble if you dare!

PANSEXUAL – NEWCOMERS – SWINGERS – KINK – LGBTQ – COUPLES – SINGLES

Play the night away with all the beautiful boys and girls at Vancouver’s ONLY licensed sex positive, sex on premises club.

LICENSED BAR – LOUNGE – DANCEFLOOR – COAT/BAG CHECK – OPEN LATE
CANDY STATIONS – SENSUAL DÉCOR

PUBLIC AND PRIVATE PLAY AREAS – DUNGEON EQUIPMENT – GLORY HOLES- VIDEO VISUALS – IMAGERY – DJ (TBA)

PLUS:

Sweet treats available for purchase from your premiere adult candy shop – ELDORADO BOUTIQUE, where we bring it to you!
TOYS, LUBE, LOTIONS, SEXY CANDIES

With our friendly, knowledgeable and experienced staff on hand to answer all your questions

Entry $20

We all make them, and for those of us that enjoy the heated throes of passion we certainly don’t care what we look like while doing so. Open mouthed, closed eyes, furrowed brows, and droplets of sweat accumulating to run in rivulets down a quivering cheek, make up the look, the look of ecstasy faces, and that’s what sexy this week.

Facial expressions vary from person to person during sexual activity, whether it be solo or involved. The face takes on a life of it’s own that is directly connected to the excitement produced by the stimuli that get the body’s juices flowing.

The obvious feature is the eyes, that become half closed, glazed over orbs enraptured in a hypnotic dreamlike state of bliss. The mouth becomes an open set of quivering lips that slowly pull back to reveal a wet chasm gasping for air that releases soft bellowing moans of delight. Teeth so white and a darting tongue that seeks out the mouth of another eager to lock lips and explore tongue to tongue. (more…)

In another asinine show of control over it’s citizens,  the British government is once again telling them, who they consider STUPID, what they can and cannot watch when it comes to pornography and the type of depictions they can indulge. Let’s remind ourselves of the key word here, depictions, meaning NOT REAL, fake, and if it is a real spanking, as we all know a lot of folks truly do like that sort of activity, including myself.  What pisses me off about all this is the self righteous religious, moralistic right thinking they continually know what’s best for everyone else. When in actual fact they don’t even know what’s good for themselves!! (more…)

Dildos find themselves in the oddest of places, not just the familiar spaces originally designed and intended for. Once a person has had their fill they seem to end up in the bottom of the garbage can so no one can see the evidence of what has been getting you off as of late.

However here in the picturesque West End of Vancouver as evidenced by this lovely picture (to the right) a friend took, and immediately shared with me (although I can’t figure out why) they don’t always make it to the intended place of discard. That also includes toys that aren’t quite ready for the bone yard. (more…)

We all have them, and in numerous forms. Be it a love of flowers, cars, jewelry, trips to the gym, food and good wine, bras and panties, or beautiful people, WE ALL HAVE THEM! Obsessions! For some it is a simple infatuation, quickly gotten over in a short time, but for those on the move, doing things with ambition, sometimes a little, or lot of inspiration is what those folks need, a healthy obsession, that’s what sexy this week.

Don’t quite understand? Well let me explain with my healthy obsessions.

As I progress through life and age, although I prefer to use the term “mature” because I believe we are all continually doing so, and I hate the word aging, I am striving to continually to perfect or modify myself for good health and longevity. What do I do? One of the things I do is go to the gym 6-7 days a week, of what is soon to be a year long test of myself after a nearly 2 year hiatus. Some would call that obsessive, I call it healthy, and love watching as my body changes. (more…)

As much as I like to think I am, I’M NOT! I am not immune to the hate that fills those who feel it their right to lash out and hurt those of us on this planet that are different. Those who have chosen to become happy in our own skin. Those like me!

I sit here writing this as a woman who is post-op transsexual having gone through all the procedures necessary for me to become happy. I am a woman inside and out, a woman now comfortable in my own skin, looking and feeling great, loving life, the liberties I fought hard for, and sex, yes sex! I love it, and so do the partners that have, and had the pleasure to share it with me.

I guess you could say I made up for lost time, and well, still am.

I am also a woman that sits here writing this with the memories of the stabbings I have endured, the knife slashes, the beer bottle wounds from being bashed, scars where chunks of flesh have been torn out by teeth from my attackers, the broken bones long since healed that still ache, areas on my head where the hair doesn’t grow back, (more…)

We all fuck up now and then, some more than others leaving a large part of the population scratching their heads in disbelief as to the frequency for that part of the populace. I’ve done it, I am sure many of my readers have, but with the unique ability to laugh off the idiocy of the situation, by owning it, I say!

A unique little story came my way involving the gaseous passing we all have from our anus, farts. Yes farts, they can smell downright nasty especially the silent but deadly ones, be trumpet loud, or high pitched like the squeak of a mouse. They are endless in the types and just as endless in the descriptives we use for them, but they make us laugh. The story I am going to reference deals strictly with the smell factor and the unique, if not humorous way of dealing with the aroma and end result. (more…)