Happy Halloween!

Halloween is definitely more fun when there are grands involved.  🙂

Did you know that, according to Snopes, there has not been one single documented incident of someone randomly giving out poisoned candy.  Not. One.

I think about all the candy we meticulously inspected for signs of tampering.  All the darn candy we through away.  For nothing.  For cultural paranoia.  Although, if it was really good candy – like those Hershey miniatures?  We grown-ups might have eaten a couple anyway, after the kids were tucked safely in bed.





Me and My Sign

Once upon a time, in the very long ago, “What’s your sign?” was an actual pick-up line in bars.  Maybe not a good one, and it became a joke, but it really was a thing.  I don’t put any stock in horoscopes predicting the future, but always enjoyed reading about people’s signs.

My favorite resource was Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs, and I still have a dog-eared copy of it around the house somewhere.  It’s a bit too stereotypically gendered for my tastes these days, but still  holds some truth.  Her description of a Pisces woman includes this:

“Even without astrology, rumors have spread about the charms of a Pisces female. She has her negative points, to be sure, but at first glance she’s every man’s grade school valentine, with maybe just a touch of a Playboy bunny to add some pepper. We might as well admit that the modern, emancipated woman, with her cast-iron image, has made the Pisces girl’s value shoot even higher. With all that freedom from the feminine mystique clouding the air over lover’s lane, the demure, pretty, helpless Neptune creature has to beat off the men with big sticks.
It’s hardly surprising that she’s at a premium. The Neptune female seldom tries to overshadow her man, married or single. She hasn’t the slightest hidden, neurotic desire to dominate him in any way. He can pull out her chair, put on her coat, whistle for the taxi, light her cigarette and talk about how wonderful he is to his heart’s content. All she wants is that he should protect her and care for her. She’s happily content to lean on his big broad shoulder and let him know, with wide-eyed wonder, how strong he is, and how much she needs him in this scary world. Just think of all those wolves out there, waiting to devour Red Riding Hoods. It’s enough to make a girl get out her smelling salts. Even if she isn’t quite as Victorian as all that (though plenty of girl fish are), she’ll be a charming listener to all his troubles, and what is referred to as a good egg through every crisis.”

It seems dreadfully dated to me, but there is just enough truth to all that – or at least there was in my youth – to make me cringe and smile at the same time.  You should go check out your sign.  It’s all on the internet these days – just google Linda Goodman Cancer woman, for example.

But I’m thinking about all this thanks to Jz at A Reluctant Bitch.   She posted links to several articles about “how we are” based on our signs.  She leads with:

How You Struggle with Your Single Life According to your Zodiac Sign: at this link.

Pisces (February 19 – March 20)

“Out of all the signs, Pisces NEED a relationship most. Staying single is a danger to their emotional health. Since they’re extremely sensitive and self-pitying, they need a partner who can comfort and motivate them, because they don’t believe in themselves. A Pisces resists being single at every turn.”

Well.  i’m not sure that staying single is actually a danger to my emotional health.  That seems pretty extreme, i’m sure that i’m fine on my own.  Well, kind of fine.  Maybe not great.  Ok, fine, i do need a partner.

But wait – NOT because i’m self-pitying!!  Ok, i might want someone who will comfort and motivate me, i’ll give them that.  But for sure i’m surviving without it.  So there, stupid article.

Then we move to this one:

Ranking Every Zodiac Sign Based On How Good They Are In Bed at this link.

“If you want to have good, passionate sex, sleep with a Pisces. They’re old souls who see sex as an art. They use it as a way to express themselves, and the act is elevated as a result. People who are with a Pisces lover get to see the physical manifestation of their lover’s feelings, what more can you ask for?”

I’ll take this as true.  Lol, i’m not sure it’s accurate, but i like it.  It does make me wonder how come i’m here all celibate for the last three or so years.  Years, y’all.  And it’s essentially non-consensual celibacy, right?  Oh, well.  It is what it is.

Ranking the Zodiac Signs Based on How Likely They Are to Snap and Kill You at this link.

“When a Pisces is emotional, they just want to drink wine and do something creative with that energy. It’s not going to come out of them with volatility or be in any way, shape, or form murderous. They might kill you with their art and their words, but not anything literal.”

Ha, this is totally me.  Yep.  Bring on the Chardonnay, or the Merlot, depending on the season.   And i might say mean things about you on my blog.  But that’s about it.  I definitely won’t snap and kill you

What does your sign say about you?




Top 100 Sex Bloggers Nominations – Now


With a couple of minor edits, I reposted this from Temperature’s Rising    Thank you, Mrs. Fever.

The ever-resourceful Molly Moore, who – in addition to managing her own blog – runs a variety of sex-positive blogging projects, is once again tackling the task of curating an annual “Top 100” list of active sex bloggers.

Nominations for which are now open.

You have between now and October 31st – less than a week remaining – to nominate your favorite sex blogs/bloggers for the list.

The Rules For Nominations can be found here, and you can either

email Molly directly (molly@mollysdailykiss.com) with the full web address of your favorite sex blog(s), or
leave your nominations in the comments section on that post. 
For those of you who take the TL;DR approach to such things, the basics are as follows:

To qualify for the list, a blog must be public (read: not password protected), and have been in existence for at least one year.
To be eligible for nomination, a blog must be active. That means it must have a minimum of 24 posts over the past 12 months. Any blog that has not posted over the past 45 days will not be considered.
The full url of the blog you are nominating is required (http://sex-blognamehere.com).
If you are a sex blogger, you cannot nominate yourself.
Past winners** are not elibigle.

**Previous winners on the list are: Sinclair SexSmith (2008) Coquitten (blog no longer available. 2009) (No #1 winner in 2010) Guy New York (2011) Molly’s Daily Kiss (2012) Lady Pandorah (Blog no longer open. 2013) Girl on the Net (2014) A Dissolute Life Means (2015) Domme Chronicles (2016). Do not nominate these bloggers. (But please do go read them.)

Please read Molly’s Transparency Report for more information about scoring criteria. And if you are curious as to what the end product looks like, or are wondering what types of writing ‘qualify’ as sex blogging (it’s much much more than just erotica!), press here to see last year’s list.




This is the kind of thing that i would only share here becuase really, no one is going to be interested in it, um, because it’s not really interesting to anyone but me.  And if you came looking for sexy lingerie, you are going to be disappointed.  Sorry.

So.  For many years, I slept naked.  Or nude, which sounds a bit classier, right?  For many years.  Then one night, a while back, maybe a year or so now, i slept in a t-shirt.  The material was soft and kind of felt good and My Partner didn’t care, so i started sleeping in t-shirts.

Recently, the t-shirts were too hot for Where We Live Now so i picked up some flimsier silkier things, two of which i really like while one is actually as hot as the t-shirts were.  So sometimes i wear a chemise.  But then i don’t want to just wear that in the morning to get coffee, even if i pull on some pants, it’s too chilly.

See how complex it’s gotten?  i’ve gone from nude to t-shirts to layers in a swoosh.  And it’s not even interesting.  But still.

So today, i was at Goodwill with my daughter looking for clothes for my grands when i saw a couple of light robes.  One of them is a three-quarters length silky kimono robe.  It’s off white with a pretty peach-y pattern.  Kind of like this, but a different color pattern.  And a different pattern:



The other robe is flimsier, light, light blue, that buttons down the front.  Kind of like this:


Anyhow, i think i’m going to get some little nighties – at least, that’s what we used to call them.  Something really simple, like this maybe:


To sleep in.

I’m not sure why this seems important to me, but it does.  Funny, isn’t it?  But i guess i’ve never done this before, for real.  Just picked out what i thought i’d like to sleep in.  Usually i’ve had warm fuzzy robes – i’ve picked those out for myself before, or been given them, and enjoyed that.  But somehow, this is different.


It’s Monkey!!

That’s who i’m meeting.  Monkey.  I can’t tell you how excited i am.


I feel like i’ve known Monkey forever – ok, maybe only since 2010, but that was the beginning of my kink life, my blogging life, and so it was really the start of a whole new life.  We’ve been through so many eras together, it feels like a lifetime ago.

It seems like i’ve watched monkey blossom.  i hope that doesn’t sound patronizing, because i totally don’t mean it that way, but she really has.  Like many of us, with so much angst and pain and suffering, and so much strength and courage.  But blossoming in her own way, with love and wisdom.

It’s funny – or maybe not – but Jade is a bit like a daughter to me, although she has her own wisdom and strength, while Monkey is definitely a sister.

i’m going to meet her someplace i’ve never been before – we’ll call it Very Far Away.  i’m signed up for a weekend workshop there and decided to go a day early, partly to recover from jet lag, and, i hoped, to meet monkey.

There’s some back story, and i guess it’s a little bit odd.  A couple of years ago i met a woman – a teacher – who i wanted to study with.  But she lives and teaches in Very Far Away and it felt like she might as well live on the moon.  Still, i believed that someday there would be some synchronicity in the universe and i would end up studying with her.  “And,” i said to myself, “When i do, then i’ll get to meet monkey!”

So here i am, poised on the edge of that adventure (ok, another 5 weeks away, but that’s nothing.)  i don’t know what monkey has in mind, but i’m probably up for it.  Unless it involves staying up late, in which case, you can count me out.  But otherwise, i’m ready.

Let the adventures begin…

This Happened on Fet

On Fetlife, i got a message from a 30 year old man who lives fairly near me.  He identifies as “Straight” and “Curious want to try. ”  After exchanging a couple of pleasantries, we have this conversation:

Him:  So what are you looking for on here?

Me:   Oh, good question. Maybe just enough connection with the world of BDSM to remember it’s still my thing. How about you?

Him:  Fun people. Like hanging out and in the bedroom

Him:  (separate message) I’m looking for some company every night too

Me:  That’s cool. Are you involved in the kink community here?

Him:  No. I just started couple months ago. You wanna come over and we have some fun

Me:  No. Thanks for asking.
Him:  Why not
It totally made me giggle.  “Why not”  There are soooo many answers I could give…  But before I do, let’s pause for a minute.  What would you say?  Why not
Then scroll down for my potential responses
Things I could say:
Me:  Why not?  Why on earth would I?  What have you offered except some vague “fun” and I have no frigging idea what that even means to you?  Are  we going to watch football on TV?  Bake brownies?  What?
Me:  Why not?  Is that supposed to be a question?  Where’s the question mark?
Me:  Omigoodness.  Darling.  You are so far out of your league, you don’t even have a clue.  Don’t make me laugh.
Me:  {Can’t even say anything}
Me:  Don’t do this.  Don’t even pursue this conversation when it’s obvious you’re not even interested.  Give yourself a break.  Look for someone who sparks some energy and enthusiasm.  Get to know them first.  Fetlife is not actually a mindless hook-up site.
But enough of that.  The big excitement coming up in my life is that i get to meet another blogger.  If you read her blog, you already know that we’re meeting.  I am as excited about it as she is.
Stay tuned…

All the Feelings

“Play me something that makes me feel;
This soul inside me is made of steel.
Brain is breathing, but heart’s not beating
And, babe, I need you to make things real.
Walk inside me without silence,
Kill the past and change the tense.
Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring;
Take me places that make more sense.”
― Melina Marchetta, The Piper’s Son

I read that this morning and shivered a bit. Something about “I need you to make things real” and “Walk inside me without silence,” touched me.   My heart is beating, mostly, and my soul is certainly not made of steel.  But “Play me something that makes me feel,” speaks to me on some visceral level.

My planning time while i was away helped me get focused a bit – focused on an overall approach to life in a way that might help move me forward.  Also, I”m taking an exciting class that starts Tuesday, and I just ordered some additional on-line classes/lectures to support that learning from a different angle.

None of which reduces the longing for a belt across my ass, rope around my wrists, and a Dominant man to tell me exactly how he wants my mouth on his cock.