Sexuality Happens

One of our “own,” a fierce warrior of sex positivity and transparency, has been attacked by Donna M. Hughes and Margaret Brooks.  Maymay, a sex blogger/educator/geek/rockstar/podcaster/etc has come under fire from two people who have also attached Kink for All Providence, the lovely Oh Megan, and many more.  I will not link to their original bulletin (which they sent forth to hundreds if not thousands of people), but you can read what Maymay said about the attack here, and about furthering dialogue instead of just throwing stones and insults at each other.

We must stand up for ourselves, and for each other every single day. I lovingly and jokingly (sometimes) refer to myself as a professional pervert, but while I have reclaimed that word, many of us (people who work towards sex positivity; bloggers, educators, authors, etc) have it hurled at us in a negative context on a very regular basis. Whether we teach online, at Planned Parenthood, in a public school, a private school, workshops, through hosing unconferences, etc, we have to fight for the right to be seen as true educators, people teaching a needed or even just “legit” subject.

So when one of us is attacked, whether it is online or in real life, whether we’re being called a pervert or a pedophile or a whore or the anti-christ, we are all being attacked. We are being told that sexuality education is harmful, that we are wrong to want people to be educated and open and have happy sex lives (whether vanilla or kinky, monogamous or not). We are ALL being attacked.

Ergo, I stand up for sexuality education, I stand up for sex positivity, I stand up for the free discussion of sexuality amoungst all people. I am not a pedophile or the anti-christ.  I am just someone that believes in equal rights and understanding and education regarding healthy sexuality for ALL people.  I stand against the creepy pervert stigma.  I stand here, wearing my leopard print and polka dots, taking sexuality OUT of the dark, OUT for the closet, putting it forth for people to see, discuss, talk about, question, understand and more.

I stand in solidarity with Maymay, and with all the other sex positive people who have been stigmatize, and persecuted, and hated on just for wanted to bring open-ness and discussion regarding healthy sexuality to all people.

Stand up against stigma. Speak out. The more we bring forth sexuality in a positive light, and stand together in solidarity, the less slander, libel, hated, threats, name calling and more can affect us.

My name is Essin’ Em (or Shanna). I am a proptent of sex positivity and accessible sexuality education for all. Do not think to shame me. I support others like me, and those I disagree with as well. I support the freedom of speech and the freedom of sex educaton. I stand up for sexuality.

-Essin’ Em

Here is another styling video review from Fascinations, this time of the Spareparts Joque harness. 

Thanks again to Matt, my fabulous media dude who took and cut the video.

I love love love this Spareparts Joque harness. It’s a two-strap, super comfy harness for fucktastic fucking.  Because of the design, it’s great for people of all genders (including those born with a cock), and fits regular dildos as well as double ended dildos.  Brilliant? Yes.  I’ve had one for years, and now we have a second one, because it really is that good.  I can’t wait to check out the other products coming down the Spareparts Pipeline.

Watch the sex toy video review of the Joque for the rest of my thoughts…plus I try it on to show it off, and wind up looking a little pervy.  And who doesn’t love someone looking accidentally pervy? I know I do!

Want one two? Click here to get a black one (also on the site in pink!) — choose A for the smaller and B for the larger!

-Essin’ Em

Photo Credit: Marty Carstens

Last weekend, when I was stuck in Phoenix while Q was in New York (read: accidental stay-cation), I did a shoot for the model search for the Sex Blogger Calendar (one of two; I did an indoor one a few weeks ago). This is one of my favorites, but it would be difficult to make it square, so it goes in the reject pile for that. However, I absolutely love it.  I’m in the sunshine looking through some of my favorite sexuality education books, just enjoying the weather and the park.

So enjoy my slightly pervy walking in the park, and my oh-so-pale self. Happy Half Nekkid Thursday to all!

-Essin’ Em

Hey you.

Yes, YOU.

You know a sexual assault survivor…in fact, you probably know a whole bunch.

It doesn’t matter what gender you are, what your orientation is, how many friends you have, where you live, or even whether you have assault/harassesed/raped someone in the past, or whether you spent time working against sexual assault.

You still know people who have been assaulted. Don’t be an ostrich and pretend that you don’t. They could be friends, family, co-workers, lovers, partners, former partners, teachers, students, dog-walkers, etc. You know them.

And if you’re a good person, which I assume you are (or at least, want to be), you’ll want to support them in some way.  There are so many ways to help people who are victims/survivors (I prefer survior, not all people do), so why not give it a go.  Here are some ideas:

*Believe them. So often, people talk about false reports, how people make stuff up, how unless a penis went in a vagina while she struggled and shouted no that it’s not assault. All of that is bullshit. If someone shares a little or a lot of their story with you, BELIEVE THEM.

*Be there.  Be there whether they decide to tell you or not, whether they tell you just one sentence or the whole story comes pouring out.  Just be there.

*Ask what you can do to help. Some people need a shoulder, others need a place to crash, some just want you to hold them while others don’t want you to touch them. ALWAYS ask, whether this happened yesterday or ten years ago.

*Do NOT try to tell a survivor what they “should” or “have to” do.  They want to regain strength and control.  Be there to help, but let them make their own decisions, like who to tell (or n0t), what charges to file (or to not do so), etc. There is not right way to be a survivor.

*Do NOT add more violence to the situation, by saying things like “I’m going to kill that fucking asshole” or “that bitch is gonna die.” Violence is scary period. It is MUCH scarier after you’ve been intimately affected by it.

*For those who are dealing with legal or medical rammifications, help them.  Whether that is driving them to a court house, helping them film out school/police reports, googling info on local laws, statutes of limitations, finding them a SANE (sexual asssault nurse examiner) to help them find evidence, etc. It doesn’t have to be an all day event; any little thing is a show of support.

*Donate money, time or both to your local or national sexual assault organizations, whether they shelter surviors, run hotlines, train college campuses on how to change the climate towards sexual assault prevention, etc.

*Help compile lists of good therapists; get recommendations from friends, online, from sexual assault survivor support sites.  Make copies, or put them online.  If you’re in a more niche community (queer, kink, etc), help find kink aware therapists, and queer friendly professionals.

*Make lists of local sexual assault support organizations.  Have these available or hand or email to survivors.

*Speak out. On facebook, change your status to say something against sexual assault or that you support survivors. On twitter, tweet about it. Put up a blog post, or relink to posts like this on tumbler. In the real world, stand up and speak. Be part of Take Back the Night. When someone touches someone inappropriately, or says something that is harassement, speak out against it.  There IS strength in numbers.

It is only if we all band together that we can make change. Don’t be part of the problem, but worse, don’t be a bystander.  Bystanders are how people get killed because no one spoke up, or how sexual harassment becomes an acceptable norm, because no one spoke up. Don’t be that person.  Do whatever you can, however little or however big, to support sexual assault survivors, and to work together to eliminate and eradicate sexual assault.

-Essin’ Em

This week’s eye candy is from the Crash Pad Series, one of my favorite online pornsites. It’s the cousins (not sure if they are actually real life cousins, or just for show in porn of Paul Gunn and Billy Gunn. I’ve had lots of femmes, and some butch/femme action, but talk about hot queer manly-ness. I just love the intense-ness and hotness of this scene!

Click here to see Paul Gunn and Billy Gunn’s scene, or for anything else on Crash Pad.

I post this story in April every year. Why? April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month, and I am making people aware. My assault doesn’t fall into what most people think of when they think of rape or sexual assault, but what happened in January 2003 has impacted so many areas of my life. I share it so people know that assault is multi faceted, and it affects everyone. And that you can get through it. And that everyone’s story is different, but that far too many are so similar.

I will write more about support survivors and such this month, but for now, here is my story.  Same as ever, I just get a little bit stronger each and every time I tell it and realize that I am stronger than he could ever be.  Last year, he moved back into Denver, to a neighborhood right by mine. How do I know this? Because he found me on facebook, and messaged me to tell me he was living near me.  Asking me if I wanted to hook up.  I called Q in tears, terrified I’d run into him at the park or the grocery.  He never realized how much he fucked me up.

But I won. I decided not to be afraid to go out, not to change my schedule.  Because I am stronger than him. And always will be.

This is my story.

This isn’t the story of someone walking home in the dark and getting jumped by a stranger from the bushes. Most sexual assaults don’t happen that way.

Nor is it a story of me going out and drinking/hooking up with someone who had been drinking and it just going too far. Some sexual assaults happen that way.

It also isn’t a story of my partner not listening to me, and doing something we had done before even though I said no this time. Sexual assaults happen this way a lot more than people realize.

No. This is the story of how friendship of sorts can lead sexual coercion and how that can lead to sexual assault. And how that can lead to survivor blaming.

I was 17, and it was the second semester of my first year in college. I had this friendship/crush thing with a guy from a different hall on the same floor all year, and it had been completely unfruitful. Occasionally we’d listen to the Smashing Pumpkins together (he let me burn all his CDs), occasionally we’d sit together in the dining hall, occasionally, I’d run into him at parties. He was always sarcastic, but also quite witty…and I liked him.

Winter break came, and I went home to Denver. One night, quite late (2am or so), he IMed me, which wasn’t abnormal. However, what *was* odd was how he was acting. He was being flirty and coming onto me….and of course, since I liked him at the time, I was the same way back. The conversation ended, and that was that.

Then I came back to school in January for the half-block (two weeks of a short and fun class before regular classes started again. He was there too…I saw him around occasionally, but there was nothing different about our interactions. Lots of sarcasm and wit.

One night, I was on my computer, and he IMed me again. He was being flirty again, and told me to come over to his room…he had a book he thought I would like. I walked over to his room, knocked on his door, and he told me to come in…I did, and he was sitting at his computer, naked as a jaybird. I turned around and high tailed it out of there, running back to my room. I was so confused; what the hell was that supposed to mean?

He was online again, telling me to come back, and that he was sorry, and clothed again. Stupidly, I decided to go back. It was half block, and no one was there, and he was being flirtatious, and I had liked him for months. So I went back.

This time, he had his clothes on. I think he may have been a bit tipsy; I don’t know. We sat and chatted for a little bit, and then we wound up sitting and talking in in his bed. We wound up making out, and I was shocked. I didn’t know what was going on…up until this point, I had kissed two or three people, and dated one guy; the farthest we’d gone was some under the shirt gropage and his mouth on my nipples. And here I was, making out in a bed with a guy who I wasn’t dating or even really close with, and now he had his hands under my shirt.

I told him I felt uncomfortable, and he slowed down for a second, but then moments later, both hands were under my shirt, grabbing my nipples and breasts. I froze for a bit, stopped kissing him, but he didn’t notice, and he dragged my shirt over my head. I was in my PJs, so just a black v-neck shirt and sweatpants. I remember he remarked something about “no bra, eh? What does that say about you?” I was still frozen, not there with my body. It was so odd…I couldn’t move to leave, because, as silly as this may sound, I was afraid of losing his “friendship” and didn’t want to be thought of as prude.

Then he lay back, and took off his shirt, and put my hand at the waist band of his sweatpants. He didn’t have anything on underneath. I told him him I wasn’t ok with this, but he said it was no big deal and I’d be fine. I didn’t know what to do; I had liked him for months and months, and here was my chance…but I was hating myself every second for not bolting. I felt nauseous and queasy, and still, I stayed.

He took his pants off, and put my hand on his penis. It was the first time I’d ever seen an erect one in my life. I couldn’t believe it was soft and hard at the same time, and for a second, I forgot about being scared. It was so interesting. And big. Later on, I estimated it was about 9 inches…which is fairly large, especially for the first one I’d seen. I even asked him if that was average, and told him it was very intimidating and I was a bit terrified. He told me it was bigger than average, and I remember letting out a breath of air and saying “thank goodness.” He laughed it me, and then put his hand over mine, and started stroking. I pulled my hand away, telling him I wasn’t ready for this. He said that a hand job was no big deal, and pulled my hand back. He started stroking again.

I was ok with kissing. I wanted to go back to just kissing. Or bolt out of there, but I didn’t want him and the world to think I wasn’t a “normal” college student, wanting to have sex here and there and every where. He told me he was a virgin, but that this wasn’t anything, and it was time I made a better use of my lips than talking and kissing. He put his hand on the back of my head, and guided it to the head of his penis.

Yes, I could have bitten him. Yes, I could have pushed him off and ran. But I was 17 and scared, and thought that maybe this was how college relationships went. I thought that if I did this, maybe he’d like me, maybe we could date, maybe it would be more than just sarcasm and Smashing Pumpkins. So I stayed.

I started to give my first blow job, not knowing a thing about what I was doing. He kept his hands on the back of my head, pushing me down, telling me what to do. I shook him off a few times, telling him I wasn’t ok with this, that I felt uncomfortable. I had tears in my eyes, and a giant lump in my throat. He told me that since I has started all this, I had to finish, that I couldn’t just leave. I didn’t know what to do, so I figured if I just kept going, he’d finish, and I could leave.

I kept going, his hands pressing on the back of my head…it seemed like hours, but it couldn’t have been more than 45 minutes. He told me he didn’t think he would be able to come, and that it was good enough, and I should go. To have a good night, that he’d take care of himself.

I left, went back to my own room (no roommate yet), and cried. And cried. And cried. I felt violated, I felt as though I’d never be ok again. I curled up into a ball, an cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I started my next class; Human Sexual Behavior. Every mention of penis, oral sex, sex, etc, grated on my nerves. I kept thinking back to the night before, reliving every second, thinking about what I should have done right, how it was my fault, how I should have left, how I should have run, how I should have hit him, how this, how that.

Later, in the afternoon, I called one of my best friends in tears. We talked for a while. Then I sat and spoke with my other best friend. We talked a while too. It helped, but I was desolate for a few weeks. I’d see him in the cafeteria, I’d see him walking in the halls to class, I’d see him out at parties, and worst of all, I’d see him in my dorm. Everytime I saw him, the guilt would start up again; it was my fault I felt this way, if only this, if only that.

It took me months to really get back to my normal life. I hooked up with a prospie (prospective student), and he helped. He didn’t want anything from me; he just wanted to make out, and go down on me (in a study lounge to boot!). Then I had my first college boyfriend, and we took it a bit slower.

Since then, I’ve always gotten nervous going down on people; regardless of their anatomy. While I’m ok with a bit of a neck massage, or hands playing with my hair, I totally freeze if there is any pushing on the back of my head. I try to tell my partners about this first, to make things a bit less complicated…I don’t want to flip out during the middle of sex.

I didn’t share my story at Take Back the Night that year. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even ready to march or to go to open mic night. My sophomore year, I went to Bitch and Animal who played, and then I went to the open mic, and shared my story with everyone for the first time. By then, I was part of the on-campus sexual assault hotline, and sexual assault prevention group. They were the only ones who had heard my story at our retreat…them, and my two best friends. Suddenly, over 100 people knew. Some of his friends were there…they just didn’t know I was talking about him. I was in Germany for TBtN my junior year, but senior year, I was ready to go all out. I was on the planning committee, I made a t-shirt for the clothesline project, I heard Alix Olson perform, I went on the march, I handed out candles, and I spoke up again at the open mic. It had taken me much time to heal, and even more to move on, but then I realized, that it is only when survivors speak out, that people realize what is happening.

My ex from my senior year of college, when I told him my story, told me that it wasn’t *really* sexual assault, but just an unfortunate misunderstanding. This was the same guy who told me rape is only from strangers, and domestic violence is only physical, never mental or emotional. Clearly, I cut him out of my life pretty fucking quickly. It was then a question I ask potential partners; what are your views on sexual violence and preventing it?

Some people I’ve talked to blame me; it was my fault for not leaving, that it’s not assault because he didn’t hold me to the bed and fuck me. I tell them I felt that way for the first few months, until I realized I had said no, and told him I wasn’t ok, and I wasn’t ready, and to stop…and he laughed, told me I was too innocent, and to get over it and just do it. He told me I couldn’t stop. He had his hands on my head. He was in frat, and could have told the campus about me. He was holding our supposed “friendship” over my head (literally and figuratively) until I blew him. HE made me do it, HE made me feel like crap for a long time, HE fucked up how I act in sexual situations, and HE is responsible. I am a survivor, and I should not be filled with guilt.

Sexual assault doesn’t have a pecking order. My experience isn’t any less that someone who was forced to have intercourse physically against his or her will, and it’s not any more than someone who has their partner do something that they don’t want to do, or someone who has to hear sexual comments every day at work. We’re all in the same boat. It’s a different experience for everyone; I do not claim to know anyone else’s hurt, their anger, their pain. But I do know that they feel it, and that everytime someone expresses disbelief (“but he’s your husband” “but she’s married!” “but I know him, he’d never do that” “but you were drunk and slutty and asking for it”), it rips yet another hole on the inside of that person.

April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Share your story; make your voice heard, and support your friends and family. The best thing you can do for a survivor is believe them and listen to their story. Sexual assault can happen to anyone, and in a variety of ways. Don’t make assumptions about anyone, or their history. And if your partner is a survivor, please, tell them it’s ok to go slow, to talk about things, to not do certain things. Let them know you’re there for them, and that you will do everything possible to make them feel safe.

No one can ever erase our pasts; they are there to stay, whether we ignore them, embrace them, or feel guilt over them. However, we CAN change our future. Spread the word about prevention. Learn your local laws. Volunteer for local hotlines and shelters. Donate to RAINN. Listen. Talk to your friends; let them know what assault is, and how to not be a perpetrator or survivor. Support people. Speak out.

This experience changed my life…and while I would never want to relive it, it certainly change the direction of my life for the better. I don’t know if I would have spent 3 years running the sexual assault response hotline, I don’t know if I would have decided to go to grad school for Human Sexuality Education, I don’t know if I would have been able to speak up and speak out about sex, both in the real world, and on my blog. Things change us, but they do not break us. We will survive, and we will persevere.

To all the survivors; my thoughts are with you.

-Essin’ Em

Jessica Jae by Johari Davis

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Editor’s Pick

• Rascal the Baller by Wilhelmina Wang

Imagine my shock when I got it in the mail and realized it was FUCKING GINORMOUS: this Rascal is a whopping 17.5″ x 2.5″.

Moral of the story: don’t order a toy without carefully checking the specs.

Meanwhile, I was stuck with the damn thing and had to do something with it in order to write a review. The question was, what?

Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr

On to the reviews…

Vibrators

• Cal Exotics Couture Masseur by Kaijah
• Evolved Fleur de Lis Pure by la petite
• Voila by True Pleasures
• We-Vibe II by EffinSara
• Kokeshi Girl Doll by Mistress Kay
• 7 Function Remote Bullet by Sammi
• Remote Vibe Panty by Garnet Joyce
• High Roller by Jon’s Babydoll
• Fukuoku 9000 by Sexorcism
• Bondage Duckie by ThePinkPoppet

Dildos

• Topsy Turvy by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Topco Buster by EffinSara
• Vixen Astrovibe by Epiphora
• Whipspider Rubberworks Jellyfish by Carrie Ann
• Buster by Darling Dove
• Dai-Do #1 by Carrie Ann

Anal Toys

• Flexi Felix by Epiphora
• Cal Exotics Aluminum Mini Plug by EffinSara
• Njoy Pfun by Epiphora

Toys for Cocks

• Tenga Double Hole by Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
• Throb Master by The Masturbator

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

• Kama Sutra Love Essentials Gift Set by Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
• Little Genie Delicious Kisses by Rayne
• Wet Together by Wilhelmina Wang
• Touché Ice Vibe Freezable Lube (Vanilla) by True Pleasures
• Touché Ice Vibe Freezable Lube (Chocolate) by True Pleasures
• Touché Ice Vibe Freezable Lube (Mint) by True Pleasures
• Touché Ice Freezable Lube (Orange) by True Pleasures

BDSM/Fetish

• Ruff Doggie Styles Cat Oh Nine Tails by Rayne
• Spartacus Silicone Removable Small Ball Gag by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Whipper Tickler by Mistress Kay

Adult Books/Games

• Sex Positions 101 by Mistress Kay
• Susie Bright’s “I Dare You” Cards by Dr. Ruthie

Adult Movies & Porn

• Bound by Mistress Kay
• Seven Minutes in Heaven by Essin’ Em
• PrincessKali.com by Bad Bad Girl
• Tristan Taormino’s Expert Guide to Advanced Fellatio by Epiphora
• This Ain’t Saved By the Bell XXX by J.D. Bauchery
• Snake Bondage for Lesbian SM by FrzKey
• Zack Cook Massaged by The Porn Librarian
• Bottoms Up Orgasms by J.D. Bauchery
• Alone with the Enemy by FrzKey

Lingerie

• Erotique SexyFishnet Top with G-String by Sommer Marsden

Storage

• Devine Toy Box by Alley

Miscellaneous

• Clone-A-Willy Kit by Mistress Kay
• Clone-A-Willy Kit by Dani Darling
• Clone-A-Willy Kit by Hubman
• Nipple Chain with Bells by True Pleasures
• Tribal Design Back/Belly Chain with Sapphire Colored Stone by True Pleasures
• Pleasure Me Purse Kit by Jessie Beth
• Kegel 8 Exercise Cones by Joanna Cake

Hey All!

It’s contest time again.

What’s up for grabs? One copy of a Heartcore Production film, and one copy of a Reel Queer film, both courtesy of Good Releasing, the sex-positive porn company that has been taking the world by storm!

How do you win?

Leave a comment here with your definition of what “sex-positive” porn is, or how you “know” what sex-positive porn is. Saying “I’ll know it when I see it,” while very historically accurate (thanks Justice Stewart), is not enough. I want actually a tiny, itsy little bit of thought going into your comment. Is it the behind the scenes? Who the stars are? What acts take place? The company name? Who is behind the company? The diversity in the stars? The diversity in the sexual acts? How is it that one defines and decides that something is sex-positive porn?

Deadline? April 19th, 11:59pm PST.  Just comment, that’s all.  One winner will be chosen to pick from the Heartcore options, and one will be chosen to pick from the Reel Queer options. You must be 18+ to enter (or read this blog at all!), and your comments may be read out loud or re-posted on here or my other site (anonymously for all) as part of conversations on feminist and sex-positive pornography.

Tell your lovers, friends and family. Good porn can be shared, and so the more people you know enter, the more chance you have of someone in your circle winning awesome porn. As a side note, I will be on one of the upcoming releases…so if you know, you want to see me naked, more, you can.

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This is another fabulous toy sent to me by none other than Good Vibrations for review. However, as we all know, I’m not the hugest fan of butt toys, so when Good Vibes sent me the B-Bomb Butt Plug by Tantus, I handed it off to one of my friends for a little review.

Let’s talk about the actual plug first; it’s 100% medical grade silicone, which is how I roll.  Basically, it is super safe, phthalate free, a pretty purple color (and we all know I prefer black, so when I say it’s pretty, oh, it is), and can be washed with soap and water. Want to sterilize it, either cause of where it has been, or because you want to share? Boil it for 3-5 minutes, put it on the top shelf of the dishwasher with no soap, or wipe it down with a 10% bleach solution.

It’s also very important to note that this toy has a nice flanged base.  Flanged base = good for butt play. If the base isn’t wider than the widest part of the toy, it doesn’t belong in your butt. No, really.  Bad bad bad things can happen. Base is good.

As far as lube, since the toy is silicone, stay away from the silicone lube.  It’ll do not good things to your toy. However, any water based lube is awesome, and should be used. A lot.  Butts don’t naturally lubricate, so they need a little extra lube love.

The size of the toy is actually a bit small than I had expected given the picture, which is why I was able to give it to my friend to review. She likes butt action, but is still a bit of a newbie, so I didn’t want to give her something bit and scary.

So, without any further ado, here is a short and sweet review of the B-Bomb from my lovely friend (thanks friend!):

Let me know if you need more info. I usually tend to be sweet and to the point.

I’ve always enjoyed anal play, but never tried a but plug. I was a little nervous at first because the size seemed a bit much to me. However, once the B-Bomb was all lubed up and ready to go, it was perfect! It was really smooth (a benefit of silicone!) and the vibrating insert was fantastic.

I had one of the best orgasms ever with it and it will definitely be used again…and again…and again!

And that is all folks.  Get your own to get some good butt loving — just make sure you are comfortable playing there, have lots of lube, and DON’T TRY TO USE THE PLUG FOR FUCKING. It stays there, inside your butt, giving you nice, full, good feelings. It’s not meant to be a dildo, so don’t treat it as such. It will not feel so good. Thanks GV!

-Essin’ Em

Click here to get a B-Bomb for your own butt, or that of someone you love!

Last year I put up a mean April Fools post about ending my blog.  This year, I’m not going to do anything April Fools-like. There is enough treachery and deceit in this world — I don’t need to add to it.

Photo Credit: Valley Photography

However, my HNT picture this week is VERY different than most of my shoots. I’m on a 4-post, mostly pink coverd bed in such soft focus. I see this picture, and I can hardly believe it’s me. I’m fooling myself that I can do this sensual figure modeling that is so not my edgy or old school or kinky style. But you know what? I like this shot and I think I fool the camera well!

Happp Half Nekkid Thursday y’all!

-Essin’ Em