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I Need a MILF-Fund


On the heels of Renee's Bringing Sexy Back series, I've been thinking a lot about my sexuality and (self) pleasure-o-meter. Yes. SELF pleasure ladies. Contrary to what you may be thinking, this is a very important element to intimacy, even when you have a significant other or primary lover. For the pleasure that you first give yourself, provides you with a certain level of knowledge about "you" (likes, dislikes and the like), that you can then teach to the person that you share intimacy with. But this is old news. Aside from that, sometimes the mood just arises and special needs must be met!

My naughty drawer could use a few new pleasurables, like , a little lace here, some fishnet there... a Rabbit or Hatachi anyone? Sexuality is a fixture in life that needs care just like any other area, so why not make an investment in it?

Hot spots of choice:

- Adam & Eve
- Fredrick's of Hollywood

What are yours? If you dare...

In Loving Color

Cue sexy music *here*... Take it away Patti








I was the only 'single' in the Punany Poet house, and damn it, I was a hot one! 

I was worried about being the weird chick, with the notebook, gathered amongst those in love and lust.  Since every single soul that I propositioned for an evening out was either busy, working, or too much of a chicken to actually come right out and say that "spoken word" really wasn't their thing or that not under any circumstances would they be celebrating Valentine's Day in any way, shape, or form.  I was quickly adopted by a couple who was eager to know what they'd gotten themselves into by being in attendance.  They were unfamiliar with the group, except for the small Real Sex segment they'd seen on HBO, as was the majority of the room.  It was my first Punany experience too, but compared to the rest, I was about the most knowledgeable in terms of the group's foundation.  I found this to be highly interesting since the group's founding members are originally from Oakland!  From the mindless chatter of the audience during the Lady In Red's talk of HIV/AIDS awareness, I could tell that many were hoping that their $75 paid for more tits and ass and less chit chat.  They were unaware that this was the basis for the evenings events.  To save lives, educate and empower.

Between Hershey, the male exotic dancer, dancing, flipping and slinging his goodies in the faces and on the Punany's of willing participants, Punany's Pearl took it to the next level when she did her thing and assisted a guy in removing a string of pearls from her vagina.  Uh huh... why else do you think they call her Punany's Pearl!?!  

All in all it was a good night.  I ate, indulged in a Tequila Sunrise, planted my butt in my chair instead of venturing out and interviewing some of the folks seated with me, got a few pages of notes from my observations, and enjoyed the show.  I'd advise you to call a sitter, grab your sweetie or your girls or just your purse and check out a show when the poets come to your area.  You can check their show schedule by visiting www.punanytickets.com.

(Edit: Punany does Atlanta!  February 21st)