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Sex in Movies - Donnie Brasco

Reasons I love this scene:

-Johnny Depp

-Hot makeup sex after a heated argument

-Johnny Depp

-The stairs - my first though was “I’m gonna have to try this fucking up the stairs thing”

-Johnny Depp

- Donnie’s face when his wife says “I’m here”

-Johnny Depp

Link Lovin’

Jezebel - Toby Young: Sex and the City Depicts An “Essentially Pre-Feminist Society” - Good insight here. I, for one, was too busy studying Carrie’s outfits to notice.

Synecdochic- Don’t Be That Guy - Heartfelt thanks goes out to Synecdochic for so clearly defining “that guy”. Makes you realize there are way too many of them out there.

Man and Wife - Episode 70: Ladies Night - The girls are talkin’!

Best Sex Writing - Interviews about Sex 2.0 -  Hope to see more of these

Jezebel- ANTM: And the Plus-Size Girl Takes the Cake - I’m not a small chick and so I feel Whitney’s victory is a victory for all the not small chicks out there. But really…this is what’s called “plus sized”?

Urban Gypsy - Desire -  Sound advice dispensed here.

Pretty dumb things - Foot in Mouth -  Reminded me of my foot fetish modeling days.

LUSTY LADY - Dear Writing, a love/hate letter -  Writing and I are in a good place in our relationship right now but it wasn’t always that way. As the Lusty Lady can tell you, he’s a fickle friend.

BOINKOLOGY - The Lady Is A Tramp - I laughed out loud.

Half Nekkid Thursday - I Want Candy

What can I say? I’m greedy.

Happy HNT!

The Brush

I was on my way to work.

I’d taken the long way so that I could enjoy a few extra minutes outside as the weather was nice.

Now, I walk quickly. And there are few things I detest more than being stuck behind slow ass people.

I was coming up on a group of school kids loitering on the sidewalk. There was a narrow strip of concrete between them through which one could walk.

No problem. Two decades of living in New York City have made me an absolute pro at effortlessly navigating tight, crowded spots without so much as breaking my stride.

There was a man walking in the opposite direction, toward me.

I glanced at him. He wasn’t very tall, only somewhat taller than me. He was muscular. He wore a t shirt and some jeans. Well built, sexy. Black. Bald. Only passing observations.

We hit the crowd of teenagers at about the same time.

I did not slow down and neither did he. There wasn’t enough room for the both of us to walk through them side by side.

I turned sideways and kept walking. He did the same.

We grazed one another as we passed through the crowd, my nipples brushing roughly against his chest. They stiffened and immediately I felt tingly between the legs.

I didn’t slow down, didn’t turn back to look at him.

But it had me going crazy the entire day.

Mommy Issues

“Well one thing’s for sure,” he said chuckling through his tears. “You certainly inherited the battle axe gene”.

I laughed too and with that we made up again.

It was probably our biggest fight ever.

I threatened to leave him.

Again.

I changed my mind in the end.

Again.

I really laid into him that night. I don’t ever remember screaming so loud and so long at a person ever before in my life.

It was official.

I’d turned into my mother.

Turning into my mother was something I swore I wouldn’t do since as long as I can remember. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mommy. I love her like cooked food. But, after careful observation of her less desireable traits and her track record when it comes to relationships I felt it would behoove me to try not to be like her.

But in spite of that very concious effort, I ended up with more of her traits than I care to admit.

For instance, I pride myself on being a cool and collected person. One whose feathers are not so easily ruffled. One who gets her point across without yelling (I really hate to be yelled at) and arguing (and I hate to argue). One who does not resort to physicality to express her frustration. One who communicates her anger in a constructive way. And for the most part I am all of these things.

But catch me on the wrong day (the wrong day is usually a day where I am experiencing the dangerous combination of fatigue and prolonged stress mixed with hormonal fluctuations) and mommy dearest rears her ugly heard.

My sister and I have joked that both our mother and grandmother are “battle axes”. I made that observation to my (now ex) boyfriend a couple of times, and according to him the apple doesn’t fall far.

I yell. Especially when I’m frustated and feel like I’m not being listened to (which really makes no sense because it’s a surefire way to not get yourself heard). I sometimes use sarcasm to say what I want to say instead of just saying it. I employ the silent treatment. I sit on my feeligs way too long until they build up into something bigger and more volatile than they need to be. And although I pretty much never start arguments, I don’t always wave the white flag either.

Oh, and ocsasionally I hit (hey, find me a Caribbean woman who doesn’t). More out of frustration than out of an actual desire to inflict pain.

These are all the things I observed about my mother that I swore would not end up as part of my personality. But I guess you can’t really help it much.

The battle axe gene certainly seems to be a dominant one.

Link Lovin’

Bad Bad Girl - Tied Up and Twisted- HNT: My fave pic of the week. Too hot for words.

Pretty Dumb Things - On Being Fingered With Rings: Definitely not what it sounds like. I really identified with this one having been “the other woman” more times than I care to admit.

Curvaceous Dee - Raunchy Review: The Spider Garden: I love comics and graphic novels. Have since I was a little girl. I’ve only recently gotten into the erotic comics thing. After reading this, I decided to check this book out.

Jezebel - The Sexist Business of Sex Writing - After reading this, I hand my hand in the air wanting to testify like an old Caribbean woman at church. I think we’ve all been here and this post articulates the frustration we feel at times to a tee.

Feministe - Food Is A Feminist Issue - I’m a foodie and I work in the industry and so most days my job is fun. But I also get to see first hand what’s happening and not just in America as the price of food continues to rise and that’s not so pleasant.

Babeland - Sex and My Mom - Because Mother’s Day is Sunday. And because I’m still waiting for “the talk” myself.

Always Aroused Girl - It All Adds Up - Kudos to AAG. I wished I had learned at an early age how to communicate my boundaries and desires.

Half Nekkid Thursday - Hooker Boots

In honor of my post earlier this week about my hooker boots.

Happy Half Nekkid Thusday everyone!

Edible Sex- Sex and the Shellfish

So do oysters really make you horny?

My first experience with this deep sea gem wasn’t a particularly pleasant one.

It was years ago and perhaps my palate was a little underdeveloped at the time. Or maybe they just weren’t that fresh. But I didn’t like them. They tasted like seawater.

Last year, after a friend and co-worker raved about them (and also touted their purported aphrodisiac abilities) I decided to give them another try. I’m a huge fan of shellfish, and not because of any libido enhancing effects (lack of libido has never been my problem anyway) but because I just love shellfish. I didn’t want to leave the oysters out unless I absolutely had to.

I took a trip to the farmers market and lo and behold, fresh oysters were being sold. I bought about a dozen of them, took them home and put them in the freezer. I then purchased an oyster knife and a lemon.

The next day, I took a half dozen of my oysters out of the freezer and let them sit for a little bit. Then I got out my oyster knife and began shucking (nearly killing myself in the process). Oysters successfully shucked, I arranged them on a plate, squeezed some lemon on them, topped it all off with a dash of hot sauce, took a deep breath and dove in.

They were delicious. Absolutely delicious. The next day, I fried up the other half and decided that I like them much better raw.

Can’t remember if I ended up feeling noticeably more “amorous” afterward.

The notion of oysters as aphrodisiacs became popularized by Roman satirist Juvenal in the second century after describing the wanton ways of women after they’d feasted on wine and oysters.

Why oysters?

Well, take another look.

The “law of similarity” states that any food resembling a particular body part is somehow good for that body part. However flawed that logic may or may not be, it’s easy to see the resemblance these babies bear to the female sex organ.

Oysters are actually quite nutritious but the fact that they contain high levels of zinc in particular also contributes to it’s reputation. Zinc controls progesterone levels which have a positive effect on the libido. They also contain omega 3 fats which also have positive effects on libido and mood.

While it isn’t scientifically proven that oysters contribute to good sexual health, they sure are fun to eat and maybe the expectation creates some kind of placebo response.

Take Casanova for instance.

The notorious 18th century rake ate up to sixty oysters a day. According to his memoirs, he seduced over one hundred women.

His favorite way to eat an oyster? He tells us in Volume Six:

“I placed the shell on the edge of her lips and after a good deal of laughing, she sucked in the oyster, which she held between her lips. I instantly recovered it by placing my lips on hers.”

Gotta try that one.

Hooker Boots

hooker boots (n) -

definition from Urban Dictionary

You just can’t fuck with me when I have my hooker boots on.

Knee high, inky black, smooth leather.

With corset lacing up the back of the calf. Lacing that says “watch me as I walk away”. Laces that say “unlace me, undress me”.

3 and a half inch stiletto heels. You had better get out of my way when I have my hooker boots on. I just might trample all over you, although it would be the sweetest agony you’d ever experience.

Every woman has a pair. Or she should at least.

Hooker boots.

When I need to be reassured, when I need to be reminded of my power, of just how fly I really am, I put on my hooker boots.

My thighs, not at all slight to be sure but very well defined, are even more so in my hooker boots. When paired with some  naughty fishnets, my legs take on a new life. Legs, thighs that men and some women to would love to lie between.

I walk slower.

I stand taller.

I look my would be suitors straight in the eye, a look that says “you wish”.

You just can’t fuck with me when I have my hooker boots on.

My hips, full, round sway just that much more when I walk in my hooker boots.

In my hooker boots, I don’t just get the ordinary cat calls.

No.

They take one look, mesmerized by my strut, my swagger, the work of art that is my walk while wearing my hooker boots, and they fall in love.

They want to posess me.

Those unfortunate enough to have tried will tell you I’m not a woman who will ever truly be possessed.

But they try.

And stare at my boots as I walk away.

Link Lovin’ - Things I’ve Read and Loved This Week

Lots of commentary on race matters this week.

Happen2bBlack - Are Those Who Only Date Outside Their Race Racist - Some very provocative thoughts here. Conversation that needs to be had.

FUNKYBROWNCHICK - Interracial Dating: The Brown Chick Who Sometimes Dates White Dudes - I for one am all for the swirl!

LUSTY LADY - White people and racism - The Lusty Lady weighs in on the whole Seal Press controversy

And other things…

FUNKYBROWNCHICK - How I Date Safely Online - Critical information for those of you who’d rather not end up an after school special statistic.

Smut and Steff - Putting the “Play” Back into Playing with Yourself - Great advice here. Masturbation doesn’t have to be a wham bam thank you mam affair.

Heart Full of Black - Gross Spelling Errors Turn Me Off - The Grammar Nazi in me really identified with this one.

Sexual-Eccenricity - The Rude Boy Review - The visual I got while reading this made me want to play with myself.

Urban Gypsy - The Therapy Diaries Joint Session No. One - An inspiring read about a married couple trying to work things out and stay together.