Early attempts at making floggers.

Don't tell my boyfriend, but I'm having a lovely time making things to redden his sexy spanish bottom with. While we have the Fluffy Flogger, and it's a lot of fun, it just doesn't speak to me, if that makes any sense. I'll be using it, and it's just... there. It doesn't feel quite... right. I don't know why, but it doesn't. And I'm not the biggest fan of having it used on me, either. We have a nice paddle, and I like it from both ends, but it's not a flogger. There's something about floggers that just appeals to me. Being a bit of an artsy-fartsy person who often develops an intense connection with her pieces, I decided that it was time I started trying to make my own floggers.

HNT

Packing with my lovely new Joque harness and my Acute dildo.

Yes, it fits in there. Kinda. Only strains the pants a little bit.

Bronchitis and Butt Toys

So I've spent the last few days trying to keep myself from going bonkers while I'm cooped up with bronchitis. I'm coughing too hard to keep my libido going, but I just got a lovely load of new toys from EdenFantasys to play with and review. Completely unfair, because they're all so cool and amazing looking.

EdenCafe

I've been babbling on about EdenCafe for a while now. It's EdenFantasys' wonderful blog, where guest writers do all sorts of fun articles, staff post travel and event stories and pictured, contests are run, and much fun is had. I write articles for them whenever I can. I'm in the midst of a series of articles on life as the child of a transgendered person, and I've had a heck of a lot of fun participating in Love/Hate week this past week.

Have you been over to EdenCafe yet? You should! There's a lot of wonderful and fun articles to read!

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(What are you still doing here?
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
You in the back.
Behind the computer.
You know who you are.
Off to EdenCafe with you!
Shoo!)

Stressed Sexy Time

My pre-sex habits endlessly frustrate my boyfriend. We jump into bed together, horny… and then don’t start foreplay. I want to cuddle for a while, which he’s ok with. But then I want to talk, and crack jokes, and be incredibly silly, and muse about deep topics. And cuddle some more. And be silly, and cuddle. And then finally jump him.

New Loving a Transgendered Parent Article!

My new article in the Loving a Transgendered Parent series on EdenCafe went live earlier today. Interested? Here's a sneak preview...

Because you can totally slingshot alien missiles back into space with a few dozen good sports bras.

Interested? Curious as to what might have prompted such a bizarre comment? Then wander over and read

Memo to Self: Don't Wear the Pink Bra To Work

Rethinking my place here

In the past few weeks, I've had to reexamine what I was and was not willing to do in this, my Lily persona. I review, I blog, I tweet, I post HNTs. I've learned a great deal, and I've made a lot of friends, some of whom I originally idolized and never dreamed I'd be able to call them friends. I've mentioned things that would seriously narrow the search field if someone went digging.

The biggest has been the Loving a Transgendered Parent series I've been doing with EdenCafe. I've had a few sleepless nights over those, but I decided that the help they could give to people who needed to hear what I could tell them was worth more than the discomfort I'd experience if I had to explain all of this to my family.

Since I've Been Gone...

I'd like to apologize for my long, unexplained absence. Partially to blame is my health: I've spent the last three weeks in some stage of one flu or another. (garden variety flu so far, luckily) Trying to take care of myself resulted in deadlines piling up that I had to then scramble to meet, which in turn wore me down until I got sick again. It's kept me from most of my usual activities, including sex, until this past weekend.