Where are My boots? I’m gonna kick this year into shape!
I know I owe you the final 3 of 3 update – it’s complete, and I’ll publish tomorrow for you. Promise.
As many of My regular readers know, this year has been tumultuous, perhaps even a schemozle, or, as I have taken to describing it lately, a bit of a shitfight from start to end.
My mentor and good friend Mistress C passed away on Sunday after a short period of illness that was going to be a long period of illness took a rapid and rather terminal turn for the worse.
I am glad that she is no longer in pain, it broke My heart to see her as being less than in control of all of her surroundings and I know that she hated it too. I can still hear her voice and see her face. When I see her contact picture in my phone, I’m crying like a five year old with a scraped knee. Grief is a sneaky bastard.
This year has not been all bad – I have met some absolutely divine people and had a ball doing horrible things to them while smiling from ear to ear.
When I was down in Melbourne (forever ago now!) I met up with a friend that is incidentally one of Australia’s most passionate and enthusiastic sex educators, Cyndi Darnell. She has launched a Pozible campaign for one of the most important pieces of work I have seen in recent years in the realm of sex education.
The Atlas of Erotic Anatomy and Arousal will be an accessible series of webinars and downloadable modules giving you (all of you) great information about your bodies and about sexual pleasure.
This is not about reproduction or STI’s, it is not what so-and-so read in Cosmo/Playboy, it is not what you saw that one time on TV. This is what should be taught in schools. If you have a heartbeat, this is right up your alley.
Give generously, give anonymously, get a group together a make a party of it. Donate and have the opportunity to know more about yourself and all the possibilities of pleasure for you and every delightful creature that you play with.
I shall leave you with a smile for now. Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines annoyed the bejeebies out of Me. I grumped all over the house every time I heard that song and its damn catchy hook. Weird Al’s Word Crimes has made Me unbelievably happy. Not only is it about grammar, punctuation, conjugation and participles *shiver* but now it gives Me a guilt-free reason to enjoy the tune 😉
Enjoy!