Sexuality Happens

So the fancy schmancy HNT theme this week is supposed to be a Christmas Tree thing.

Every year, I usually change it to something involving Channukah, because I’m Jewish, and I don’t have a Christmas Tree.

However, now that Q and I live together, we have a “Holiday Shrubbery” to encompass all the holiday spirit without designating a religion to it. It’s a white, slightly scraggly tree, trimmed with red and black ornaments, white lights and black tinsels.  I really wanted a leopard print ornament, but we couldn’t find any. It looks like this:

In case you can’t tell, Kinsey is curled up on the black cloth at the bottom. Cute, right?

So I was going to take a picture with it.  But then I remembered.  Two nights after I first met Q (Dec 17th), we went, with her friends, to the Gay Christmas Party at Tracks (a nightclub in Denver).  At the end, I smuggled out a blue ornament in my cleavage before I drove her home. I kept it on my rear view mirror because of the awesomeness of a sparkly blue ball. We decided to make it the top of the tree ornament.

But before I put it up, I took this picture. With my boobies.  And I dedicate it to Q, since tomorrow is our anniversary.  Happy Anniversary Baby!

And to the rest of you, Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

-Essin’ Em