Sexuality Happens

Things I haven’t done yet that I want to do (I’m running out of things!):

*Be queer gang banged

*Fist two cunts simltaneously

*Pierce my nipples and play with them

*Shoot for Kink.com

*Own a violet wand and come from it…a lot

*Have a set of matching canes (red/black/silver) and get really good at using them on people

*Get very much better at fire play

*Get a set of fire cups, and learn to fire cup people

*Find a sub to clean my house once a month

*Shoot for CrashPad with Q

*Have 24-hours of sex with Q

*Attempt a threesome with Q

*Have more public sex

*Try receiving anal again to see if my views on it have changed

…I’m sure there are more….to be update!

-Essin’ Em

I love this picture.  Not because how I look. I’m kind of meh in this photo.

But I love my hand, and Q’s hand. Together. Just chilling, resting upon each other.

I love her. And it’s easy to do. I never feel forced to tell her, I never feel or love is forced. It’s just comfortable and it works.

Also, Q’s cat is on the table.  I love him. Not quite as much as I love Kinsey or Kali, but I definitely have a big spot in my heart for him.

So yeah. This is why I love this photo.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

-Essin’ Em

Photo By Furry Girl/Agrimony Photography

While at Sex 2.0, we had a brilliant idea to make a shoot for GoodDykePorn.com. And by we, I mean, it takes a village to film a porn film.  My lovely co-star was Sabrina Morgan, the stills camera shooter was Furry Girl (Acrimony Photography), make-up was done by Ellie Lumpesse, some lights provided by For Your Nymphomation, an Njoy Eleven was lent from Match (and by golly, if I didn’t put BOTH ends in both my mouth and my cunt – I was pretty impressed with myself), and so much more.  It definitely was a collaboration, which honestly, is how ethical porn should be. In my own humble opinion. Oh! And the really sexy and smart Sequoia Redd was our audience member (slash mental fluffer?).

So yes. I’ll let you know when the shoot goes up on GDP.  But just the shooting of it was a ridiculous amount of fun!  I hope to work with more people to get stuff up on the site. I love being naked, I love sex, I love being filmed. God, if only more ethical companies wanted alternative, curvy models!  If you know of anyone who might want to shoot me (film or video) for their site, please let me know.

That’s all for now folks.  Thanks to all the amazing feminists who helped this shoot become a reality!

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

-Essin’ Em

Picture by Raven Sane Productions

About two years ago, I came out as queer. I’d identified as bisexual since I was 17, but I finally realized that the terms pansexual and queer fit me so much better.  I hadn’t had sex with a female bodied person until this time either…lots of making out and groping, but no sex.

So in two years, I’ve discovered a lot about my sexuality overall. I’ve worked hard on taking steps toward figuring out my gender identity and presentation…I’m a fiesty Femme who is allergic to pink, doesn’t wear lipstick, and enjoys packing upon occasion.  I’ve figured out my orientation; I’m attracted to a huge variety of people, and while they tend to be more masculine presenting, and while they tend to have cunts (by a variety of names), I refuse to limit myself in anyway (I kissed an XY guy at new year’s, and I liked it. So there).

I’ve also been extremely lucky in that I’ve had a variety of sexual partners, many of whom have been very open to experimenting and trying new things.

From my Dinah Shore affair, I rediscovered sex, and redefined its meaning. It was the first time I actually LIKED having sex. And wanted to have more and more.  We spend 12-14 hours in bed having sex…got up, went through our day, and did it again the next night. Then we woke up at 8am and had balcony sex. I discovered a lot of my Femme-ness. I started liking sex…A LOT. I discovered I could come with more than clitoral stimulation. I discovered that I loved g-spot stimulation. I discovered that I had quite an exhibitionist streak. I discovered that I am really loud when being fucked properly.

Then there was J. I had so many first with J, and other experiences that weren’t first, but I got to rediscover. I loved sucking his cock. It was my first time getting someone to non-semenally (new word) ejaculate – oh jesus, so fucking hot.  We tried anal fingering of each other…wasn’t my thing. I worked on stretching my cunt a bit (the few times I have had penis-in-vagina intercourse, the guy got sore.  When I had sex at Dinah shore, 2 fingers felt good, and 3 was pushing it)…with J, I got up to 4 fingers (with much time), and it felt good. I discovered how much I like being spanked. I discovered how much I like playing with toys with partners. I discovered how much non-monogamy works for me, so much more than monogamy. I discovered that I really like orgasm control and being made to bed in order to come (I also discovered that I hate gags. Even “breathable” ones. Ugh). I discovered I am really an exhibitionist; restaurants, parking lots, porches, you name it.

When I played with K at Submit, that was probably the most kink experience that I had had to date.  I was pierced, and hit…a LOT. And bitten, REALLY hard (causing hemotomas for a few months). I discovered how much I like having my hair pulled. I discovered that I really like edge play, especially knives. I discovered how cathartic piercing play can be, and that I like that. I discovered that I come that much harder with a hand around my throat. This is when I discovered that I was a lot kinkier than I thought I was. I mean, I knew I was kinky before…but this was now more than just a bondage thing.

With F…well. Let’s see.  Although I’ve always wanted to be fisted, this was the first time I was actually able to have that happen (going from 2-3 fingers to fisting in a year and a half? Hot damn!). I discovered that I like 3 fingers to warm up, and 3 or 4 to come.  I experimented more with breath play…and discovered that I still really like a hand around my throat. I discovered I like topping people a lot more than I thought I did (I’d topped a few people up until then, but never more than once, so it was nice getting to figure things out about what both of us liked). I discovered how much I like wrestling and fighting back. I discovered that I really like exhibitionism, and was frustrated that I didn’t get to play so much on that. I discovered that you need to spell things out when you negotiate open relationships…and that when things go wrong, sometimes they can’t just be fixed. I discovered my more dominant side, and my more submissive side.

With a variety of other partners, I learned other things. With C, I discovered that I really like having my cunt slapped, and can come that way. With my first woman partner, I discovered that I can have breast orgasms. With M (as well as everyone else), I discovered that I am really awkward, and have instituted a 20 minute post-sex get out of jail free rule. With S, I discovered that I *can* in fact ejaculate. With Miss P and S, I discovered that rope can be fun and not boring. With Miss D, I learned that there are different ways of looking at safewords and their use. With Sasha Sappho and Dana and F and another person I topped, I have discovered that I am a very emotional top, and have a way of bringing out deep emotions in people, and some how making them cry (not from pain, but more mentally). I discovered I like forced orgasms. I’ve discovered I like hot wax, and being flogged, and being punched. I discovered that I DO NOT like having my face slapped.  I’ve discovered I love vampire gloves. I’ve discovered I’m not very good at the traditional idea of romance. I’ve discovered that I function much better when I am consistently sexually active…otherwise, I get too horny to function.

I like learning things about myself, and about my partners for that matter.  I tried to learn at least one new thing about myself for every new partner I have, and sometimes I learn a lot more.

I would like to discover more about myself an anal sex. Interestingly (to me), I am much more apprehensive and picky about “losing” my “anal” virginity than I was about my first time having vaginal intercourse.  I feel like I might really like it, or it might be a take-it-or-leave-it kind of deal…but I want to explore. On both sides…I want to get fucked in the ass, and I want to fuck someone else in the ass. This is a goal…but with it will also bring discovery.

I want to explore and discover more about group sex. I kind of had a threesome last year…and would like to have more. I’d also like to be the recipient of a queer gang bang. Lots of cock sucking and spanking and fucking and hair pulling.

I want to discover more about topping men. You’d think I’d be better at this than I am…but I still get really nervous about it…I need to experiment more.

I want to experiment more with fisting, or with having two sets of four fingers inside me.

I am so excited to be at a place in my life where I can grow, and explore, and discover, and learn and change. And I thank all of my partners for being part of that with me…whether we were lovers, long term partners, a one night spiel…I thank you.

I raise my glass to discovery!

-Essin’ Em

As we enter 2009, people everywhere start to make their New Year’s resolutions. I don’t believe in resolutions — people feel so guilty when they don’t follow through perfectly, and people do the craziest things to try and fulfill them.

So instead, I have a list of goals.  Goals that are for 2009, but if they don’t happen, they can roll over for 2010, 2011, and so on.  Some of them are realistic, some of them are not. Some are sex related, some are not.  I keep an ever changing list of my goals in my head…just for the hell of it. 

For posterity, I’ll put some of them down here.  Now, if you, or someone you know has a way of making them come to fruition, please let me know.

Goals for 2009 *and beyond…*

*Find a job that pays at least decently

*Find a job I love to do

*Get out of debt

*Get insurance (from said job, or otherwise)

*Go to the AVNs in Vegas (Jan)

*Go to the annual AASECT conference in Phoenix, AZ (May)

*Go to Thunder in the Mountains (July)

*Have dinner, drinks and really hot sex with Sinclair Sexsmith

*Have an orgy and/or gang bang with Jiz Lee, Syd Blakovich, Dallas, Jake, and Trucker Cash (from Crash Pad).  Hell, I’d just like a Crash Pad orgy period!

*Meet more of my fabulous sex blogging friends

*Do another piercing scene…perhaps a corset?

*Get fisted again. By someone other than F (or by F again…hell, I’m not picky). Fucking amazing.

*Do a full fire play scene

*Get more into fetish/queer modeling

*Get the feminist/gender spectrum tattoo I want on my calf

*Get a memorial tattoo for Athena

*Convince people that I’m incredibly smart, cool and important, so that they pay me to teach more workshops, and lecture in more college classes, hopefully all over the country

*Win the lottery. Ok, that’s hard, since I don’t play it.  Win a lot of money gambling.  Ok, that’s hard, since I don’t gamble.  Inherit a lot of money…oh wait, yeah nope. Some how, get into a lot of money, buy my own place, and go on a really fun vacation.

*Have lots of really hot, amazing, mind blowing sex

*Find a cuddle buddy (or multiple cuddle buddies)

*Meet someone that wants to be with me for me.  And who likes me or loves me. And who wants an open relationship that is inbetween fuck buddy and wanting to move in/get married. (*snorts* this is definitely unrealistic)

*Find some good fuck buddies

*Get better at going to the gym so that I can get stronger

*Have my knees stop hurting

*Get lots of submissions for Sexual Ability, get it published, and have people like it

*Work on and complete my Sextionary that I’m working on

*Go to Roller Derby Nationals in Philly (Nov)

*Have my friends from all around the country come visit me

*Be able to afford a new (used) car that is higher off the ground, so it doesn’t hurt as much getting in and out of it

*Adopt a new rescue cat, and have it and Kinsey get along really well.

*Have Kink.com accept me as a model, and do a scene/episode with them

*Publish more erotica

*Get a Liberator Esse

And many many more…

-Essin’ Em

Remember my nice little sexy write up (with pictures!) about playing in the airport with the really hot Domme from Philly?  And the piercing scene in the handicapped stalled?  Well, I was looking at her profile on CollarMe.com, and she had written her own entry about it. I asked her if she wouldn’t mind me posting it on here, and she gave it the A-OK.  Ergo:

So how does one get away with BDSM in an airport?

This was a dilema while packing My carry-on. I felt having anything blatant in My bag was going to attract attention that would make it harder to get away with using whatever implement it might be. I decided on play piercing, since it’s quiet. Our interests and boundaries had already been made clear online when we set this up. I never told her My plan though. She had no idea what would happen. I got through security no problem. We met, as arranged, at the bar on a quieter level with a little-used bathroom. I opened My bag and showed her the needles. she grinned.

she went to the handicap stall as instructed. I went to the one next to it. I stocked what I needed in My pockets and slid my bag under to her stall. We waited. I slipped into her stall when the coast was clear. she had her shirt & bra off already, ready, excited. she turned around and put her hands on the wall over the toilet, winking over her shoulder at Me as I put on the gloves as quietly as possible. Ever notice how the more excited you are the harder it is to be quiet?

I put My arm around her breathing deeply against her neck. she synced her breath with Mine. In, out, in, out, so ready. I love an experienced sub, one who knows without having to be told. I sterilized her skin and pinched it, waiting for her breathing rythm to steady. Steady. she inhaled; I pushed the needle through as she exhaled. Again. Again. Again. It is hard to find people who love needles. Again, Again, Again. Inhale, pierce the flesh, exhale. Again, Again, Again. Quiet gasps and trying not to draw attention to ourselves.

What would homeland security have to say upon discovering a half naked woman looking like a pin-cushion? Again, Again, Again. How I love it: the pace of the ramping up, the importance of the breath, the way you can feel the endorphins build, the way a sub steadies, solidifies, as you push the new energy in. Again, Again, Again. These needles have been sitting, waiting, a long time, waiting for her, waiting for the extra thrill of getting caught, waiting for the high. Again, Again, Again…  and then time to remove them.  

I recapped the needles and cleaned her up. she didn’t bleed much, at all actually, until I took them out, and even then just a little. Our flights were soon, get dressed, go. I walked out and waited at the sink to make sure she wasn’t about to faint or too high to know where she was going. I walked her part-way, we hugged, we were soon in the sky en route to opposite coasts…omg I love My life! 

Yup.  I got to relive it all over again as I read this. Was I wet and excited all over again? Oh, you betcha! I highly recommend her, airport scenes, and play piercing.  Even all at once :)

-Essin’ Em

I have one more public place to add to my bedpost of public places I’ve done sexual things. I can now, in good conscious, add the airport.

A friend of mine from Philly (former roller girl, and my massage therapist post-accident) was flying to Portland for Roller Derby Nationals, and had a stop over in Denver. Conveniently enough, I was flying out of DIA the same day…actually, at the exact same time.  We decided to meet for breakfast.

This girl is hot. She’s tall, fierce, and a hot Femme. She was the one who through a guy into a table when a bunch of them stood in front of my exit at a bar.  As a matter of a fact, she used to be a pro-domme…and I’ve always wanted to play with her, but with the whole “massage therapist/client” relationship we had, it would have been awkward. And possibly creepy.

But now she lives in Philly. And I live in Denver. And she’s not my massage therapist any more. So….

I got through security, with very few issues (other than the line I was going in having the x-ray machine break down), hopped on the train, and went to meet her for breakfast.  Over Fry Bread French Toast (me) and a Buffalo Sandwich (her), we caught up…talked about kink, talked about relationships and hook ups, talked about derby.  And then she pulled out her quart sized back of travel sized products.  Wanna take a guess as to what was all mixed in with the shampoo, tooth paste and lotion?

18 gauge medical needles.  Yup.  And here I was, thinking I’d been all sneaky, getting away with nipple clamps in my purse.  Luckily, I’d done my research. I’d found out about as lesser used, not as crowded bathroom. We were in a hurry in order to make our flights, but we scurried to the bathroom, snuck into the handicapped stall, and she sterilized her hands, and then my back as soon as I took my shirt off.

Carefully, she inserted them into my back.  The first one was on the right, and was fabulous.

The second was on the left, and just like when K pierced me, it hurt far more. The bathroom wasn’t empty, so I was whispering “fuck fuck fuck” under my breath.  Then she took some pictures, because if you’re going to do something like this, you know you need pictures!

Then she took out the needles, recapped them (hey, we may be kinky perverts but we’re smart about things), cleaned the holes up a bit, and I got dressed again.  We hugged, took the train to each of our concourses, and said good bye.

I’d love to really play with her sometime. I think we’re really well matched as a top and bottom…maybe I’ll go visit Philly, or she’ll want to come see Western Regionals next year in Denver. Who knows?

Regardless…how many people can say that they’ve played in an airport? (I mean, other than senators from conservative states?) I feel pretty self satisfied :)

-Essin’ Em

This past Saturday night was the Victorian Fetish Ball in Denver. I’d been looking forward to going for a while…and two of my roller girls and a former hook up bailed. Then poor F had a giant 30 lb metal beam/bar dropped on her head last Thursday, and while she was feeling slightly better, she bowed out (and I totally forgive her for it) in favor of resting up.  Luckily, my best friend was up for going, so we stopped by the local Penthouse strip club to pick up tickets (free lunch and admission fridays 12-4pm apparently, in case you care).

We got all gussied up. My BFF decided to bust out the old French Maid costume (along with the sassy white/black ruffled underwear I’d given her), while I decided on…well.  It was more fetish than halloween costume.  You can see above (my nipples were covered most of the night…the tape was just in case…and was definitely used. It’s teal because apparently I have teal duct tape and no silver duct tape – who would have thunk?).

I was a little nervous. There is a cute local Domme who I had met briefly at the fetish party with M, and had then run into at a Denver Roller Dolls after party with F a week or two ago.  I chatted her up (including buying her a shot…look at me!), and she mentioned that she and some of the dommes she ran a dungeon with would be DMing and doing demos.  The next day, I texted her that I’d see her at the ball’s dungeons…IF I could find someone to play with.  She texted back that if I found her, she’d play.  I was giddy.

Well, I did find her. And she was doing an amazing fire play demo.  The dungeon wasn’t what I expected…while there was some dungeon furniture, it seemed that only the demonstrators were using them.  And there could be no sex, no penetration, no spanking, no asses, no breasts (even with nipples covered). Basically, it was like a nightclub and strip club got together, and decided to try a little kink, with a large helping of vanilla.  But anyways.  She was playing with fire beautifully on a sub’s back…and was quite good at it.

I waited until after she finished, and after their aftercare. I went up to say hi, and she gave me a big hug, and told me she was so glad I’d come.  She had to take her sub outside, so I watched her friend (and a myspace friend of mine) give another fire demo.  She was letting people try it on their hands, and one woman like it enough to have her play with it a little on her legs.  I let her try it on my hand, and then asked if she’d be willing to try it on my back.  After she assented, my top came off (bra on, but undone, to cover the breasts), and I lay down on her table.

At first, she did one or two lines, drawing on me first with a mix of instant hand sanitizer and rubbing alcohol, and then lighting it on fire for a moment before blowing it out.  Following that, she did some more complicated somethings – swirls? Circles perhaps? It felt amazing.  Nothing at all like what I had expected. I actually found it VERY relaxing.

She whispered in my ear “good girl” (I need to write a post on my reaction to the words “good girl” in the near future) and asked if I could handle one big one.  I nodded – I was loving this.  She took a spray bottle and sprayed down my ENTIRE back, nape to hips, with the flammable spray…and then…WOOSH!  Quickly, she and her assistant blew it out.

Ah. May. Zing.

K had told me he thought I’d like fire play. And while I thought it very scary, and intense, I thought he might be right. I liked piercing more than I thought I would, even though it was very intense, and left marks for weeks. But I am still not sure how much I like piercing because I like piercing, or because I had him doing it to me.

Regardless. He was right. I love fire play. It feels warm and relaxing and comforting, and this is definitely something I’d like to be doing more of in the future.

Who here has experience with fire play?  And more importantly, who wants to play with me at Thunder next year???

-Essin’ Em

People ask me a lot about my body alterations, my tattoos and piercings. So here you go, my explanations!

I have four tattoos.  And seven piercings. I used to have eight when I had my clitoral hood pierced, but we all remember that and some of the drama that it brought. Ergo, it is SOOO gone.  Most of my body work has marked a significant step in my life.  Although I am more liberal with my piercings (they’re a bit more removable than tattoos), I don’t just randomly get them.

I got my ears pierced the first time when I was 14 and a half.  I wasn’t allowed to do it until I was 13 (“If it’s good enough for Chelsea Clinton, it’s good enough for you” – My Mother), and then once I could, I was nervous.  I did research on places, waiting until I was really ready and wanted them, used titanium posts (not common at the time), and got them done.  Voila.

My second set of lobe holes came when I broke up with the Asshole my senior year of college.  I guess break up is the wrong word. Got in a huge fight over the movie Rocky, which then turned into him telling me he didn’t believe sexual assault existed, that rape was only done by strangers, that what happened to me was not sexual assault but just “an unfortunate circumstance,” that domestic violence was only physical and never mental, emotional or threatening, etc.  I think I threw the DVD box or something at him, and left to go cry in the ally behind his building. I was so upset that I had had sex with someone who had those view points.  That night, I went and got another set of holes, kind of a cathartic release for my anger.  Pain dulled the anger, in a good way.

My cartilage I had done in Germany, as kind of a permanent reminder of the amazing time I had living there. My little host sister (12) went with me.  The guy kept trying to explain things to her, expecting her to translate to me, but then I’d answer him. He was so impressed that I spoke German that fluently, and asked me why I didn’t have a boyfriend. It was cute. I got it done at a little shop that had metaphysical stuff downstairs, and tattoos and piercings upstairs.  It was called Silbermond (Silver Moon), which is also the name of one of my favorite German bands.

My third set of holes I got done in Pennsylvania, right before I flew home for my third knee surgery.  I had just finished my first semester of graduate school, and it was a reward to myself.  Hey, piercings can be a reward, right?

My first tattoo I started doodling back during my sophomore year of high school, right after my dad died.  It was a crescent moon, with a few stars, and a falling tear drop. The tear drop was the saddness in my past; my dad dying, my friend’s brother dying in Columbine, my house burning down, my cats dying in the fire, having to do my Bat Mitzvah without my dad, etc.  The moon was my present, representing both the light and dark side of life, and that you can very rarely see the entire picture in the present. The stars were my future, lighting the way.  I waited to get it done until I graduated college (undergrad), as kind of a new step in my life. Plus, I’d been drawing it for years – I was SURE this was what I wanted.  Here it is right after I got it done:

My second tattoo was a memorial to my father. He died when I was 13, and I got the tattoo on the 8th anniversary of his death.  It was a flying pig, with a banner below.  The banner is in Hebrew, and says “Aba” (which is Hebrew for daddy/father).  Pigs were my father’s favorite animal, and in general, they remind me of him. The summer before he died, we took a family trip to Europe, and we all wrote in journals. His journal had flying pigs on it.  I remember sitting in hotels and on trains, with him reading his journal entires out loud, causing us to laugh so hard we cried. His writing style was HILARIOUS, very stream of consciousness. Kind of like mine. That is why a flying pig.  It has nothing to do with pig angels or “when pigs fly.”  Not everyone gets it, but those who ask do. Here is a picture when I first got it (but the aleph is now better defined):

Then, last summer, I decided on a quotation I wanted; “Not all those who wander are lost.” (From Lord of the Rings…why yes, I am a nerd!).  Originally, I wanted to get it on my foot…and then I broke my foot.  I was trying to decide whether to wait and get it done on my foot, or keep my appointment and get it done else where.  And then, oh OCD person that I am, I realized that if I got it done under my first tattoo, it would be more even with the pig and banner.  I went with my friend on the release of the 5th Harry Potter movie (she got a Gryffindor tattoo), and my artist did it in about 25 minutes.

And then, I wanted a tattoo to celebrate my passion for sexuality. Something about sex. Something that was kind of both obvious and deep. I mean, as much as I love sex toys, I didn’t really want dueling vibrators on my back or anything.  It took me a while, and then when I was in Florida summer 2007, I saw a beautiful glass sculpture of two people embraced.  You couldn’t really tell the sex or gender of either person. I wanted something like that.  After much google searching, I found the perfect painting for what I wanted, and then my artist changed it into a tattoo.  It was my present to myself for my last semester of my Master’s degree.  It’s two people.  The front one looks slightly more feminine. That’s me. The other person, you can’t tell.  Could be any gender, any type of person. I like people.  You can’t define my orientation with any one word. Queer comes close, but that’s it.  Anyways, this ties my pig for my favorite tattoo. I LOVE it.  Here it is a few days after it was done.

So yup. That’s it (for now). I have two tattoos I want to get in the near future.  I want one that involves a combo of the gender spectrum/trans symbol with the feminist fist. I also want to get my Femme spiral (I am totally doing this, PS).  I just have no money (but please, feel free to donate to my rent and body art fund on your right!). I also have a gift certificate for a piercer, and want to get a double eyebrow piercing, but have to wait until I get a job first, because the hair is easy to dye, but I don’t want to take piercings out.

There you have it. Story of my life :)

-Essin’ Em

I’m considering getting my nipples pierced.

I have a concern; I have fabulous nipples, and can have breast orgasms, and would be really sad if they lost sensation (like I hear can happen), or had all the drama happen that happened with my hood piercing. That would suck, right?

However, I like the way they look, I like piercing things on my body (and am running out of places, since anything below my waist or on my face are out). I like the idea of increased sensitivity.

So.

If you have (or have had) nipple piercings, and would like to give me suggestions, advice, experiences, etc, I have the following questions:

*How much did it hurt getting it done? Was it like stubbing a toe, breaking a finger, a paper cut?

*How much did it hurt over the next few days? A little bit, completely distracting, crying in pain, etc?

*How long until you could safely (and not too painfully) play with them again?

*How long until they were completely healed?

*Did you gain sensation, lose sensation, or stick at the same level?

*Did you have problems with them getting infected?

*Barbells or rings?

*Anything else you think might help me out. Also, if you know a good, respected, clean piercing place in the Denver area, that would be awesome too!

Thanks in advance for your help!

-Essin’ Em