What a radical, sensible idea -- that a book with a graphic image of four men simultaneously pleasuring one woman could also have an image of a young girl eating breakfast while riding on her father's shoulders; that a book with an image of five hundred couples intimately massaging one another could also have an image of a nude young child sensuously nursing and playing with nipple of his nude mother; that a book with an image of a masked man suspended upside down while his alligator-clipped penis is slapped and a man with a hard-on watches from a nearby cage could also have an image of a young boy delightedly fondling the long blond hair of his younger sister; that a book with a photo of man licking the pussy of his vinyl-clad wife in a hotel elevator could also have an image of a girl lovingly embracing her dying great-grandmother -- that all of these photos had a common message -- about the power of loving, physical connection, including but not limited to the power of sexual desire and sexual fulfillment.

One of my favorite sex columnists and photographers is David Steinberg. The quote above is from a fascinating review of an equally fascinating new book called "Love & Lust"




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Today's crossdressers are the cultural equivalent of gays and lesbians of the 1940's, still in the closet, still in secret societies, still trying to convince themselves they can control and repress and integral part of their personalities. And they do so in the midst of gay liberation, women's liberation, and everyone else's liberation...If the 20th century was the era of the sexual revolution, then surely the 21st is the era of gender revolution...

Helen Boyd, from the introduction to her book, "My Husband Betty".

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People have been wondering about me. For those that might want to know, here is more of my writings, photos, etc. on various pages scattered across the net:

http://trishymouse.net (part of http://houseofabsinthe.com)
http://writers_block.blogspot.com
http://victoriansexmachine.blogspot.com
http://waitingplace.blogspot.com (I'm about to update)
http://trishymouse.blogspot.com
http://rrpx.trishymouse.blogspot.com
http://cat&mouse.blogspot.com
http://ourmother.blogspot.com
http://trishymouseroots.org
http://pbase.com/trishymouse

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Judith Levine's "Harmful to Minors" brings up points that need and should be discussed. Just being published made it controversial.

All of us should be thoughtful throughout our lives, and realize that questioning is positive.

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Once, during a meeting that both Christopher and I attended, I answered a question of Christopher's with a short and sarcastic tone. I knew when I said it that I hurt him. I regretted the words as they came out of my mouth. I wasn't being thoughtful about my response, which is necessary for my personality. Otherwise, sometimes my impatience shows. A short while later, I noticed Christopher closing up to me. Right there, he told me how it made him feel. He also told me if it happened again, he wouldn't attend certain functions with me. I felt cold inside when he said it. But I also respected him for expressing himself to me. I needed to know how he felt.

Later at home, he called me over as he sat on a stool. We were in the kitchen, me unpacking groceries, he eating a bagel. He placed me sitting sideways on his lap, and I placed my one arm around his neck, the other along his right arm. It felt so good...Once and awhile we kissed. Otherwise we quietly sat together, watching TV...

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I bend over a red brocade bench to tend my boston fern. A hand lays itself on my buttocks, circles firmly. It raises momentarily to return in a SLAP. "Mmmmm," a masculine voice ponders. That first one doesn't quite sink in with me. I ignore it. Another SLAP, same side...some circling on the same cheek, then the hand slides sensually across to the other cheek...circles...comes to a rest, then SLAP. A few more slaps. "Hmm...", then as if satisfied, he walks away. A bit puzzled, I smile privately to myself, continuing my plant care all the while...

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Our of the far darkness, across the ice, I saw a "figure" skating toward me, Nicolle, completely nude except for her skates.

One of my favorite adult sites online is Eolake Stobblehouse's Domai page. It's tasteful, erotic, classy. Full of beautiful nude photography and stories.

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I see her, her moves, her nuances. I think she sees me seeing her. I hide my intrigue and desire within myself dressing it up with indifference and cold displacement. She is not fooled and her hungry smile almost melts my frigidity. A subtle toss of the head and arching of the back, her wiles turned upon me for a moment and then she walks away.

Again, she amongst her peers, looking across the void and catching my intrusive eyes. She knows I am exploring her every line and curve, pondering her scent and taste, the texture of her flesh pressed against mine. I could torment her with whispers of intent: telling her how I would relish the taste of her secret garden dripping from insistent kisses and the quivering anticipation within me, waiting to be released upon her beckoning. My hands giving praise to the temple of her soul, both supplication demanding. Kisses traveling her sacred pathways, cupping and caressing and begging for her carnal embrace. Her hot flesh, waiting before me, welcoming me and devouring me selfishly. Again. And again.

She, knowing my purpose solely for her being, pushes me away. Denial in her mind and heart. I am no more than a passing thought that she may call on again when there are no others.

[by Christopher]
Mood: Appreciated
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Christopher* has many talents. One of them is his way with words - spoken and written. His voice is gentle in his everyday talk. When he so chooses, his voice can be very commanding, even intimidating. The latter is rare, however. Normally, his voice is gentle...almost a caress.

I've learned from him that power doesn't need to shout, that many times you say more with less. I didn't appreciate that about him at first, but now I treasure that about him. I even admire it.

Many times, he'll send me little gifts of words:

"I am watching you move sensually across the floor, elegant and beautiful as you flow..."

*My partner
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Someone bought me a new toy. I took it for a test drive just now. Oh...My....GODDDDD! *Clears her throat*

Thank you, You-Know-Who-You-Are...


Mood: Whoa...Endorphine Rush!
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