Thursday, June 25, 2009

HNT: Twitter Meetup in the PNW

If you follow me or @ButchtasticKyle on Twitter, or you read Kyle's blog, by now you know that M and I got the opportunity to meet the illustrious Cowboy Butch last weekend.

How did it go, you ask?

Well, readers, let me show you!

Yep, not only was I introduced to Kyle, but I was introduced to his railroad-mark-leaving studded leather Belt of Doom. But don't let the name fool you - it was actually quite a lot of fun.

In fact, that belt and I may need to get further acquainted.

Happy HNT y'all!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Call for Queer Eye Candy

“Queer Eye Candy is the on-line family photo album for the queer
community.” – Geek Porn Girl

“As a straight woman I do not expect to identify with pictures of lesbians
right away, but I do, because love is love, laughter is laughter, and
happiness is all the same. Thank you for helping me to see this in a new
light.” – Kelly

“After being featured in Queer Eye Candy as a femme, and reading all the
comments, it made me feel like it was OK to be feminine again.” – Em the

Queer Eye Candy is a community website dedicated to showcasing visual representations of butches, femmes, and all sorts of other queers. We as genderqueers know what it’s like to be out in the world and treated strangely, questioned (“Mommy, is that a boy or a girl?” “What are you doing, this is the ladies room!” “Don’t you know it’s dyke night, honey?”), or constantly stared at as we navigate through our days. We know what it’s like to feel outcast because of the way we look. But what if more people were more used to seeing us, in the wide variety of representation? What if the thousands of ways that butch and femme are reclaimed and performed were collected, so we could see how much variety exists within these identities?

And so, our mission of visibility was born.

With weekly features such as Wednesday Butch Hump Day, Date Night Thursday and Femme Friday, Queer Eye Candy showcases all sorts of representation of and from our communities.

But we can’t do it without your participation! Here’s the part where we ask you to send in fabulous photos of yourself, your lover(s), your friends, your family (with their permission of course). You do not need to identify as butch or femme to participate, though the project does focus on butches and femmes.

Submit your high quality, work-safe photographs to and go to QEC's submissions page for further information about sending us your photograph. You can also submit photos through the QEC Flickr group.

We hope to see your smilin’ face on the site.


Amber, Cheree, Denise, Tina, and Sinclair


Yeah, did you know I was one of the faces behind Sinclair's brainchild? Not only that, but I'm in charge of Femme Friday! So if you're one of my fabulous femme readers or the partner/friend/fuckbuddy/WHATEVER of a fabulous femme, do me a solid and send in the pics, wouldja? I can't think of a better way to ring in the weekend!

Portland, Part 1: Thursday

Well… this past weekend was spent with M in Portland, and so much happened that I barely know where to start. Suffice to say for this precise moment that we are both absolutely in love with Portland, want to go back as soon as possible and will be moving to the area as soon as we can afford it/work out jobs.

I should mention before I begin that the primary purpose for us being in Portland was for M to take the test to become a state certified veterinary technician. We will find out in six to eight weeks if he passed (he will) and once the certification is complete, it basically means that he will be able to perform more procedures legally and also receive a pay increase. (Imagine the difference between an RN and a CNA in the human medical world.) As for me… well, I was there to tag along and just have fun! It was a much needed vacation. Plus I wanted to go back to Portland to actually experience Portland and not just sit in a conference room all damn day.

(And of course, the quasi-last-minute plans coalesced to *squee* meet Kyle of Butchtastic fame! More on that later.)

Thursday was the day we went up, and unlike the last time I went to Portland (in January, RIGHT after my birthday last year) we actually got to see the trip we made. When I went in January with my coworker for a veterinary radiology certification seminar, it got dark shortly after we left so most of the trip was spent looking at the road immediately in front of me, as that was all I could see in the glow of my headlights! And really, most of the drive is quite pretty, even if it is long and somewhat monotonous. I swear, though, the farther you go into Oregon, the greener it gets! It’s absolutely beautiful!

So yes. Thursday we drove up and that’s about all we did, besides going out with two of M’s coworkers and their partners to the Old Spaghetti Factory on Bancroft. Ohhh lordy that place is fun. It’s dim and noisy inside but has a great energy. It is also decorated like an Old West saloon/bordello and I felt like the servers should have been dressed in ruffled skirts, fishnets and feathers. The food is also delicious and VERY reasonably priced.

After that, we came back to our hotel (the Marriott Fairfield Inn & Suites, for those who care – great place to stay, I highly recommend) and crashed out on the enormously comfortable bed with its many enormously comfortable pillows. M and his coworkers had to be up early the next day, after all!

Coming up next… Friday in Portland! Stay tuned!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Microfantasy Monday - Cleaning

Damn that stubborn cobweb, she mutters to herself as she strains upward, every muscle from fingertips to the toes on which she's poised singing sweetly with barely contained tension. A single drop of sweat snakes its way down the dip in the center of her back, ultimately soaking into her practical cotton panties.

She rocks back on her heels, blowing out a frustrated breath before renewing her efforts, her lips peeled back in a grimace, long strands of rich black hair escaping the confines of her ponytail to plaster themselves on her glistening neck as she tries in vain to clear the new arachnid neighbors who have taken up residence in the vaulted ceilings of the living room.

In the blink of an eye her focus redirects from the stubborn web as a long, hard body presses up against her back, large hands cupping her breasts and holding her upright as she loses the precarious grip she had on her balance. Teeth nip her damp neck as a thick, erect cock nestles itself between her ass cheeks.

Forget the spider, honey, a low voice murmurs in her ear. I've got my own web to spin.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Ooh La La!

Who doesn't love cruising through sex toy websites and making the ultimate wishlist? Well, what if that wishlist were fulfilled?

This is your chance, courtesy of Ooh Lala! Entering is a snap; check it out.

And on to my wishlist!

1. Dichroic Spiral Curved Shaft Glass Dildo, £145. I've been dying to buy into the latest Big Thing to happen to sex toys! I've been putting glass in my stretched ears for a while; it's time my cunt got the same VIP treatment.

2. iKit personal vibrator package, £38. I'm all about finding fun ways to get myself off, and I'm drawn to all the attachments this kit comes with!

3. Penthouse Ultra Powerful Gyrating Massager, £57. (In black, preferably.) I saw this in a sex toy shop a while ago and my inner femme was drawn to the, "Ooooh, SHINY!"

4. The Hitachi Magic Wand, £68. Because I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't have this in my collection JUST BECAUSE. Even if it's too strong for me, I hear it's a great tool for using on others...!

5. Remote Control Egg Vibrator, £25. I've been lusting for a wireless remove control vibrator FOREVER. It's about time I had one!

6. LELO Lily, £63. (In black.) Because, uhhh... it's LELO, hello!!! The ultimate in luxury sex toys; and so beyond my budget otherwise.

7. LELO Gigi, £63. Again: it's LELO! And plus, I love intense G-spot stimulation, so I think this would be a REALLY enjoyable toy.

8. Bondage tape, £10. I love the idea of bondage tape sticking to itself but not the wearer. It sounds like a fun, quick and disposable way to play!

9. I Rub My Pirate Duckie, £21. I'm all for the waterproof toys, and this little guy is so cute!

10. WET Sweet Cherry lube, £9. I've always been dubious about flavored lubes since a catastrophic run-in with mint flavored lube, but I love WET lube so I'd like to give this a try.

My grand total: £499! Whew, cutting it close to the mark there.

So hey, if you want your chance to win up to £500 worth of free toys, here's your opportunity! Get crackalackin'!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Vagina Friday

So last night I got together with a bunch of girls from the local scene for what has been dubbed Vagina Friday. We met up at this AWESOME barbecue place that plays live music on Friday nights and, according to the unofficial coordinator of this get-together (a.k.a. the girl who kicked our asses into finally all showing up in the same place at the same time), is one of only two places in the area that serves a drink called a Zombie. I’d never heard of or drank a Zombie before last night; it was really good.

We stuffed our faces full of REAL barbecue, got a-few-drinksy and finally made our way out onto the dance floor to the sounds of some dudes on the stage playing what sounded like a mix of rock and zydeco. It was… a really unbelievable night.

In the car on the way back home – no, I was not driving – I got to thinking about what made it such a good time. Yeah, the great food and booty shakin’ music helped; they always do! But it was really the company that rounded it out. I began to wonder if I would have had the same great time with friends who were not kinky (not that I really have any of those up here).

Don’t get me wrong, ‘nilla people are not automatically lesser friends or worse company. But would I have had the same great time had the evening not been colored with kinky jokes and discussions about squirting, harnesses and needle play? Would I have had the same great time if I had not been with people who recognized, understood and accepted all aspects of me?

Probably not.

It’s makes me all the more grateful that for all the drama that seems to proliferate in this small-town scene, I do have a group of people with whom I can be completely myself and be accepted for the happy freak I am.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Microfantasy Monday - Thunder

Rumblerumble… CRASH.


Flash. Thrust. Moan.

The angry voices of the skies are your metronome and you keep perfect time, pressing perfectly into my most secret folds with every roar of the thunder. My moans are masked by the insistent staccato of rain hurling itself from the heavens as if late for that most crucial of meetings with the earth.

Another flash. Another tick of the metronome… and the sweet, sweet thunder drowns my cries as I drown in my own orgasmic storm.

Thanks as always to Ang of Sweltering Celt for the micro-inspiration.