‘My Daughter Is Not A Princess’: An Essay From The ‘Listen To Your Mother’ Reading Series: “One evening, my daughter was talking about a girl at school and said, “She thinks she’s Rapunzel or Cinderella or something.” She said it like it was an indictment of the girl’s character and I thought she might want a character with whom she could identify so I suggested that she might be more like a prince. She rolled her eyes and said, “Mom, I am not a prince. Obviously, I would be the king.”” (Vikki Reich / Huffington Post)

A few things you shouldn’t say to a childless woman: “But I still wanted to thump her. Hard. Not just for me, but for all childless women. I’m talking about sisters on IVF; the ones who can’t carry to term; those who’ve suffered stillbirth or the loss of a child; the infertile; those with infertile partners; the ones hoping and waiting on a committed relationship; the ambivalent; the never intended to and don’t feel the need to justify the fact.” (Wendy Squires / The Age)

7 Things I Wish I Had Known Before My Partner Transitioned: “6) Many people, especially straight, cisgender folks, will think Leo is gay. I frequently get the “awww…does she know she is married to gay man?” look, and people stare at me, like they are trying to decide whether or not to tell me that the man I love is playing for the other team. Sometimes, it is because he is so nicely dressed and not itching to get out of his suit. Other times, it’s us having arguments about color in the paint aisle of the hardware store. Maybe it’s because we go grocery shopping together…but people seem to be inclined to think that Leo is a gay bear, and I’m his fruit fly. I have no problem with this — it’s a whole new way of queering our relationship and its visibility, but I do think it is hilarious.” (Shanna Katz)

Achievement Unlocked: “It’s strange for me that one of the sexual high-points in my life doesn’t come with any bragging rights. Looking up at her as she worked her cock into my mouth. Her grip tightening on my hair as she pressed on past my gag reflex and into my throat for the first time. The frantic feeling that I might puke if she held it there for even a second longer. Her holding it there for several more seconds…” (Peroxide)

mine: “But people who feel the way I do – that hearing the phrase, “This is my spouse/partner/euphemism/whatever” is a pleasant form of PDA – are not hearing, “THIS ONE BELONGS TO ME SHE IS MINE.” We’re hearing, “I have a strange feeling in regard to you, as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly knotted to a similar string in you, and if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap and I have a notion I would take to bleeding inwardly.” Or anyway, those of us who have read Jane Eyre hear that.” (Emily Nagoski)

Kimchi Tennessee

Intriguing Reading #60 originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 14, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

Our shower at the cottage in Matakana was in the latter category. The water pressure was fine, the water was plenty hot and it didn’t run out. You could lie on the bed and perve at your partner in the shower – that had its advantage too. And, as we discovered on our last morning there, there was definitely enough room for two to share the shower simultaneously, provided you were planning on getting very slippery together!

But the decoration? We were completely torn on the awesomeness / horrendousness of it. Twitter viewers came down on the side of awesome. What say you, readers?

(Apollo took the photos of me washing myself and my hair – the shampoo and conditioner that I purchased locally, after forgetting to pack my own, was pretty darn nice! Yes, there are click-throughs too.)

That’s all tile. Every bit of it. There’s rainbow and clouds and seagulls and the sun; fishies and shells on the floor tiles; and some land there by my shins as well. And so much blue.

Don’t make me laugh when I’m washing my kneecaps, husband! This is serious business, you know. Or something like that, anyway

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There are more awesome pics from this shower, but I’ll save them for another day …

Showering in Matakana originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 12, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

Lo and behold, a few weeks ago this all came to pass. I was fifteen minutes early for my appointment so I shot around the block to the bus stop and pulled up. Trotting across the road with my camera, I then hit a snag: the metal poles holding up the bus stop were wide – too wide for my gorilla pod to hold on to! With some finger-crossing and swearing I managed to make it hold on, just barely, across from where I wanted to take the photographs, and set up for some test shots.

Ten shots flashed, with me stepping into frame for the last seven. Not bad – I had the height right, and the camera hadn’t plummeted to the ground.

I set it to go again, and took photos sitting on the wooden seat as I lifted my top to bare my breasts. Again, they came out well – but I decided I wanted to get some standing.

So I took my final set, standing and posing and leaning, breasts swinging free in the afternoon air. Lifting the camera free from its precarious mounting, I noticed that there were people now moving about where none had been five minutes before. Eep! I scampered to my car and headed for my appointment.

Later, checking the photographs, I discovered that people had been closer than I had realised – one had come and sat directly behind me on the fence (you can see her if you click though). Whether she realised quite what I was doing is a question I have no answer for …

A few days further along as I was copying the pictures from the camera to my computer, I managed to inadvertently copy and paste just one image – the final one – instead of all thirty. And rather than checking as I normally do, I instead deleted the camera files. Argh – not the smartest thing to have done! I considered going back and taking photos all over again – but ultimately decided that no, I’d go with the one I had left. Because hey, I’d managed it solo without breaking my camera or being there when a bus came by. I figured I wasn’t going to tempt fate by trying again. (Besides, I’m never early to my counselling appointments!)

So here you have one and only one photo of me, plus a close-up from the same shot. A little different from my usual, really.

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I was still quite exhilarated when I got to counselling that day …

Stop the Bus originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 8, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

To really appreciate the amazingness of Molly‘s image, you really need to click through and read the accompanying post …

Like all cats, Penny‘s kitty is somewhat voyeuristic. But who wouldn’t be, given the opportunity to be in that room?

This is a monthly feature. Please look for the next photo favourites post in June!

April Photo Favourites originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 7, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

I’d only been suspended once before, very briefly – so I was looking forward to having an entire afternoon to muck about with the suspension rack, delicious hemp rope, and my fantastic riggers. And to figure out what kind of lifts we were going to do so as not to upset my lower back (something which had been discussed well in advance).

So with my lower back well supported, we started with a lift where I faced the ceiling. Getting that second foot off the ground was a challenge!

“Are you positive this will hold me, Bear?” (As if we hadn’t both swung from the giant ring beforehand …)

Wey-hey! Lookit me! Also, I don’t think my tits have ever quite been hauled into this position before!

You know, that was so fun I want to do another one …

We decided that time I was going to be facing the floor.

Again, getting my feet both off the ground was a challenge. This time there was ankle rope in addition to the thigh ropes, and luckily for me the lovely Kiana lent her back for some support while my ankles were tied up (and up, and up!).

This is freaking AWESOME! I can’t really breathe, but I totally don’t care.

I mean, check it out:

Try to disbelieve that, if you can! And you know what? We did a third suspension after that, too … but pics for that will have to wait for another day.

Thanks to the amazing Bear and NiteWolf for the rigging awesomeness; NiteWolf for the amazing suspension rig (and garage space); Hylas for taking the photographs; and Kiana for providing fanning, back support, and all the love.

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This is for the Sinful Sunday movies competition – my movie is called Suspension of Disbelief. See the trailer or read a review if you’re curious about it.

Suspension of Disbelief originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 5, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

Kissing Freckles: “I raised my eyebrows, I was nearly covered in freckles.  I imagined endless hours of her mouth on my skin, which brought immediate concern on my part.  Would I be able to hold still for that long?” (Kyle Jones)

Polyamory: So What Is Couple Privilege, Anyway?: “Imagine that you’ve just made a new friend. You probably would not see the need to make a production of telling your new friend “You know, I already have existing friends, and I’ve known them longer than you, so I prioritize those friendships over yours.” You probably wouldn’t find a need to tell him “Just so you know, my kids’ needs come before yours;” in fact, it’d probably seem a little weird if your new friend didn’t get that. And unless you’re in sixth grade, you would almost certainly be looked at oddly if you told your new friend “I already have a best friend, and there can be only one best friend, so I want to make sure you know that I can be friends with you but we will never be best friends.” Yet often, this is exactly what couples who are new to poly will tell a new partner–occasionally in the same breath as talking about how they want an “equal” triad.” (Franklin Veaux)

I Know Where I Stand (Sexual Identity): “My body is fascinating. My body is thick, round and proud. I have stretch marks. It does not make me a lesser person. It makes me more of a human being than I already am.” (Jillian Boyd)

The average human vagina: “In 1991 a group of three researchers published a paper that described a method for casting a mold of the vagina using material more commonly used to make dental impressions. In short, liquid polymer goo is injected into a willing woman’s vagina with a kind of caulk gun. She waits ten minutes. Then with the help of KY, squatting and pushing, and the string from a tampon that was inserted before the material dried, the mold is removed.” (Jenny Morber / DoubleXScience)

A short and sketchy study in double standards: “This cuts in every direction. When women are reduced to objects with no desires, men are reduced to insatiable desire.” (Quizzical Pussy)

How to … Lose the Body Judgement: “I was thinking a lot about the self hatred that so many women project on to others on these comment threads, either individually or fat women in general, and what really strikes me is that we’re never actually taught how to NOT judge people. From the minute we are born, we are taught how to judge others. Our parents and family, the media, school, our friends… everywhere we look from our earliest connections with the outside world, we’re conditioned to make judgements about people.” (Kath / Fat Heffalump)

Random Scot

Intriguing Reading #59 originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 3, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

It’s an amazing experience! We went to a place called Sensual Relax, on K’ Road. Our tables were right next to each other – close enough to hold hands if we wanted to; we had a masseuse each; and my masseuse, Sandy, was happy to photograph me for the blog:

I’ve been massaged before (although not sensually), so I had a fair idea of what to expect, but Hylas was rather nervous. Like many spa/massage places, we went and showered first. Sandy took these pics while Hylas was having his shower.

Then we lay naked on our fronts on the massage tables, and warm oil was drizzled on our backs and rubbed on. Our masseuses wore nothing but tiny g-strings, and they massaged us using their hands and arms and boobs, and then, as they moved around and knelt on the table, their entire bodies as well. It was utterly blissful. To begin with Sandy and I talked quite a lot – the other masseuse was newer, and so was following Sandy’s lead, and was nervous and quieter (she was also very small compared to Hylas’ tallness, which made things interesting!).

We all got quieter and blissed as we went. Back, arms, legs, thighs, arse. Then roll over! More delicious oil (jojoba and grapeseed) was applied, all over my breasts and belly and arms. And thighs. And mons. And – glory be – labia. I was totally blissing out – this is how massages should be! My clitoris, outer labia and inner labia were all given a gentle, sensuous massage - and while I was not given a ‘happy’ ending (Sandy is not bi, and we discussed this beforehand), she and Jenny gave Hylas and I some sweet slippery alone time at the end. Which was very happy for both of us!

(There’s a click-through on this one – and yes, Hylas took these two pics.)

I enjoyed it so much I intend to go back solo (women are welcome). And I do definitely recommend the experience!

Sandy gave permission for her name to be included here – isn’t she lovely?

Massage for Two originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on May 1, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

So on our first full day up on the Matakana Coast, we beetled around and found the park, paid our moneys, and had a wonderful time trying to spot at all the amazing exhibits. Geckos! Skinks! Chameleons! Turtles and tortoises and bearded dragons! A Galapagos Tortoise named Willy! Monkeys! (I have no idea what monkeys were doing at a reptile park. But there they were.) An actual tuatara!

And, at the bottom of so many steps it wasn’t funny – but it was totally worth it – the alligators. So of course I asked Apollo to take my picture with the scary Ms Alligator:

She totally wanted to eat me.

As we left the alligators and we climbed up about one hundred steps, I said something to Apollo how I was really enjoying our holiday together just as it was, which was why I didn’t ask him to take a pic of me with the alligator with my tits out, even though I totally need a zoo photo for the Scavenger Hunt – because I know doing that really makes him uncomfortable (taking nekkid pics of me outdoors. The indoors ones he’s just fine with). And we reached the top of those steps for me to take a breather and he was all, like, “Hey, you know what? Let’s go back to the alligators and I’ll take a pic of you with your boobs out.”

Of course, then I was torn. Deal with those steps again? Was it worth it?

You know it was.

(There are click-throughs on both images, incidentally.)

It was worth it even though, just as we got back to the alligators, a family with kids came around the corner and we had to dawdle. It was worth it even though once they finally buggered off, shrieking, a second family showed up.

It was still worth it when it started to rain – which finally got the second family moving. Yes, my tits are out in the rain.

It was worth it despite having to go up those horrid steps a second time in the rain. And huddle by the monkeys in the rain. And giggle and make out under the trees in the rain.

It was totally awesome, and absolutely worth it. Because Apollo photographed me by the alligators, after I’d realised I was happy without it.

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I have about fifty photos of geckos and chameleons and turtles and the Galapagos Tortoise named Willy … but you’re all here for the tits, right?

Admiring Alligator originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on April 28, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.

Photo courtesy of CreativNooky

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In an attempt to show a single photograph just how happy I am to be with my beloved, my husband, my partner, I share with you a random picture he took late last year. It is completely candid, and it sums up much of our relationship and our life:

What do you see? There’s just a small portion of our many books behind me (the bookcases there are three of ten in total). There’s our two cats, Mama Bear and Moss. There’s tea (mmm, tea!). There’s the book I was reading on my kindle, resting just below my cleavage. My studies on the coffee table. And my smile, as I look over at the person I am so blessed to have in my life.

Apollo is my rock, my safety, my delight, my pleasure. He’s been with me through orgies and sleep-ins and grief and adventures. We have quiet nights in watching television and holding hands, times where we’re each happily doing our own things, and conversations where we share it all. We fit together, and we are our own persons.

Ten years have gone very swiftly. And I wouldn’t trade a single day.

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Here’s to the next ten!

Every Day, Adoring originally appeared on the blog of Curvaceous Dee on April 21, 2013. If you are reading this anywhere other than on an RSS reader, this content has been scraped.