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Last night I went to a launch party and had an absolute blast.

Brilliant people to talk to, engaging and amusing entertainment, an endless supply of drinks and snacks and a wonderfully slutty dress that arrived in the post, just in time!

I had the pleasure of having an extended conversation and hang out with a truly awesome lady, Angela White. Who I know, but hadn’t had an opportunity to really have a proper chat with, prior to last evenings festivities.

So many topics discussed. So many laughs had. Angela happily let me ask ALL the questions about camming, the ever mysterious twitter (I will get the hang of it one day!) and was generally extremely tolerant of my general drunken ramblings. I may or may not also have been totally mesmerised by her purple sparkly leggings. Most of all I was really struck how despite her fame and enormous fan-base she is so fucking genuine and nice and down to earth. She gave me loads of extremely helpful advice and information, offered support regarding getting into cam-work and is just bloody lovely.

I feel a great deal of admiration for her attitude and hard-work. A classy and totally self-made lady.

Heres to awesome, Aussie boobie shaped ❤

Image source: Angela White’s Tumblr

Go hit her up on twitter too: @AngelaWhiteXXX

I submitted an image of myself to the hairy pits club.

As I realised it’s my 3 year body-hair anniversary! I shaved my pits once for a pole competition about 18 months ago and immediately regretted it, I grew all my hair straight back out afterwards. However, my beautiful bush remains untouched.

Just recently a friend linked through to a rather great post about body hair also. It’s so much win that there is loads of pro-pubes people out there, being active and making themselves and their right to make their own choices heard. Check it out: Hair (not the musical).

Am currently thinking up some hair-esque photos to share here to celebrate, stay tuned.

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Day 2, Sunday, the final frontier. To be honest, I woke up on Sunday missing the shit out of my partner and I really just wanted to go home. I rugged up in a blanket, grabbed my towel and toiletries and headed for the showers. It was exactly what I needed, a long, hot shower and just some time inside my head and away from other people.

(I should add to this write up, that both Saturday and Sunday of Sex Camp were 8am starts, so I was out of bed before 7:30am both days. I usually get up some time after 8am to go to work, I mean, it was okay, but I have been feeling pretty damn tired all week post-camp.)

Brekkie was once again stunning, I grabbed a serve and headed over to my friends in the meals tent, then I found out there was BACON. The decent sized serving of pork shaped goodness along with my veggie fare perked me right up and brought a smile to my face.

My first workshop for the day was directly after breakfast, it was called ‘Healing Sexuality’ and I wasn’t too sure exactly what it would entail. I attended to try to gain some insight and move past my aversion to touch. When I say that, I mean I do not wish to be touched by strangers, in any way and I am extremely guarded with my personal space in general of late. I have an extremely visceral reaction if a breach of that space is made. I never used to be this way. I am certainly not this way with people I am close to, although at times I will go to some lengths to avoid being touched in general. I’m not sure when it started, but it seems to come and go… I used to want to literally hug the world and was open to all kinds of encounters, but something has fundamentally changed and it often makes me feel quite unhappy to be so ‘closed’.

The workshop was brilliant, it was run by the woman who was manning the Women’s Tent the previous day when I was feeling anxious and had been really fantastic and grounded towards me. Super calm too. The best thing for anxiety is a calm quiet person who doesn’t expect anything of you.

We all sat in a huge circle and so many people voiced their own painful experiences, from psychological elements of damaged sexuality, through to many people present standing up and voicing that they had genital herpes. I saw so much courage in the people around me, so many different stories and it was really eye opening to the stigma of STIs and STDs.

I then went and grabbed some lunch, caught up with the folks I knew and decided to skip the next workshop and pack up my belongings so I could leave directly after the final workshop of the day. Thankfully the initial ‘you cannot leave sex camp until the closing ceremony’ BS had been adjusted, you could leave anytime after lunch. I was fairly annoyed at how the leaving Sex Camp was handled, basically up until Sunday apparently if you wanted to leave you *had* to find one of two people and only then would permission to head off would be granted. We were told that organisers didn’t want it to be easy to leave. I was not and am still not cool with this, on any level, it made me feel extremely uncomfortable and once again a major issue very poorly and insensitively handled by organisers.

As far as I was concerned, anyone with a walkie talkie could radio and I would be leaving, if I needed to, thank you very fucking much. Yet again, another scenario that set me on guard.

I packed up my shit into my car, wrote some more and then read my book on space for a whiles. The final workshop I attended was run by a lovely and rather amazing lady I sort of know, but have definitely felt much admiration for. It was called ‘Genital Show and Tell’ and was a women only space. The first half of the workshop was watching Betty Dodson’s film ‘Body Sex’ which has kind of changed my life, but that is a story for another day. The film being shown was impromptu, but actually created the perfect setting as it gave an idea of what the workshop was trying to achieve.

For the demonstrative part of the workshop it was a small circle of women, varying ages and experiences. Basically, starting with the workshop presenter, we each showed our genitals in turn and pointed out various parts of ourselves with use of a hand mirror. It was possibly the most confronting, bonding, amazing, beautiful and full on thing I have ever done in my life. One woman had given birth to 5 children before realising she was gay! On her last child she tore a little and chose not to have stitches, you could see where the tears had healed. So many incredible stories and experiences of owning a vulva, yoni, pussy and all the different, winding journeys toward orgasm, love and self acceptance.

I left this workshop absolutely exhilarated. A perfect note to end Sex Camp on.

I said goodbye to my friends, jumped in my car and headed home to my much missed partner.

Right now I am still reflecting on my experiences from Sex Camp… There were so many positives and negatives, it has been difficult to weigh up my opinion overall. I have read so many glowing blog entries from other attendees and wonder if I just too critical, although I think for a $350 ticket to ride, I definitely expected much more and certainly far, far better organisational efforts. As someone that puts of their own events I know almost exactly what goes into such a weekend and how much easier having a budget makes that process.

There is a part of me that wants to speak and run a workshop at the next Camp. There is a part of me that wants to put on my own multi-day, sex-postive space for learning and development. And there is a part of me that thinks I would be better to explore areas of sexuality that interest me much more intensively, than a weekend of bits of this and that…

It has really taken me this entire week to recover, so to speak. Although it feels good to have my experience and thoughts, thus far, written down. For now.

I am sure I will have more to say about Camp in the future, for now I think I need to continue to digest everything.

Feminist porn aims to mix pleasure with principle

Pictured are the amazing ladies from the Pleasure Salon I wrote about attending a few posts further down this page.

It is absolutely incredible that this article was posted on the FRONT PAGE of The Age newspaper – a positive, informative and balanced piece about sex positivity, feminist pornography and holy fucking Babs, in the context of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia.

This gives me so much hope that we *can* become a far more sexually progressive and forward thinking society.

Also, my works websites are listed right there in the article! Craziness!

I ventured out to my very first Pleasure Salon a short while ago and I not only thoroughly enjoyed myself, I was totally blown away!

I have been meaning to get my ass out to these evenings for way too long and it just so happened I knew some really brilliant ladies who were on the panel to speak.

The topic was oh-so close to my heart: ‘February Pleasure Salon Melbourne celebrates sex-positive erotic films, feminism and pornography’

There were short films shared from each of the panelists and wonderful, interesting, insightful and at times contentious words shared. I believe all stimulating conversations have differing points of view and there certainly were unique points of view, at times.

I was so, so thrilled for the women I knew on the panel, they were bloody incredible. So very engaging and articulate about their motivations and experiences surrounding the porn they started off in the industry doing, the porn they now really want to see and in this instance are actually creating themselves.

Make with the linky to go read the words and if you so desire, see the boobies of, the excellent Liandra Dahl

I have walked away from an awesome evening totally fucking inspired. I want to make more porn, I want to be in more porn and I want to create more of my own porn. I definitely want to talk and share and rant about everything sexy and it’s so precious to me, this fire and drive.

Pleasure Salon has definitely helped to reignite my passion for being the change I want to see in pornography and general sexy business.

If you’re in Melbourne, go experience the joy and wonder for yourself! Pleasure Salon Melbourne

What can I say? I love, love, LOVE this lady. She is awesome and so sweet and ever so determined to get her sexy self out there and show just how hot natural body hair is.  Angelina Dee is softly spoken, vivacious, gorgeous and just brilliant.

I think her message is a really important one.

You can catch this lovely lady on ishotmyself.com, beautifulagony.com and ifeelmyself.com.  See the 3 banners to the immediate left for links.

Angelina Dee also has her own site, which she designed and setup herself, it’s all her own content:

I don’t exactly wake up in the morning, jump out of bed and fist pump because I have a totally sweet vadge.  Although I have finally arrived at a place where I truly love, accept and celebrate my vagina.  I don’t mind my weeny little labia or clit.  I don’t obsess that I look different anymore.  Once you realise there is no ‘different’ you can be free to fully enjoy all that you have without an inner dialogue of anxiety or shame.  I think what I have is just lovely.  Sex, self pleasure, child birth, orgasms and peeing are all pretty awesome things.  I’m thrilled my ladyparts can accomodate all these wonderful activities.

I sincerely hope more and more women realise they are blessed and brilliant just as they are.

The above piece of writing is what will accompany the image that I shot for a very special project this evening:101 Vagina

The blog or story sharing space of the site, is very, very special… I have been reading the submissions over the past couple of days and I am struck by the honesty of the stories and the feeling of a shared experience. These are all women I don’t know, but we have all battled body shame about the most amazing and beautiful parts of our bodies.

I encourage anyone interested in contributing an image or their story (or both!) to contact Philip, the creator of this project and to get involved. We had a brilliant discussion this evening about vagina-shame, body-shame, media, porn and all kinds of other wonderful and interesting things.

He is especially trying to capture some more images of older women or women of different ethnicities, to give the project balance and to try to give a broad picture of the vagina spectrum.

Hooray for vaginas!

I was reading something online (I’ve stupidly forgotten where, what a genius!) and a somewhat off the cuff comment was made that you can’t be a beautiful, feminine Goddess and a filthy, submissive whore. One negates the other.

My immediate reaction was, why not?

I consider myself both and a hell of a lot of other things as well as those. Why does enjoyment of submissive sex exempt you from being able to feel like/be a Goddess? When I think of the characteristics I consider Goddess-like, the ability to trust and to be vulnerable are high on the list. I associate feeling like a Goddess with powerful, feminine energy. Does that mean when I want to be spanked and held down that I instantly become powerless or unfeminine? I find it’s quite the opposite really…

My underlying issue with the entire concept is that it pidgeon holes women based solely on a sex-act. Aside from anything else I significantly doubt anyone has the same kind of sex consistantly and why are we defining anyone by the way they like to fuck?

Why does female sexuality have to be broken down into an easily swallowed, 2 dimensional box? Not to mention once you’re in a certain ‘box’ you had damn well better stay put. There will be NO multifaceted or evolving sexual growth here, make your choices and make them well.

Do these notions exist because it’s easier to understand? Or is it because people are really that ignorant?

I honestly do not know, but it really, really bothers me.


Okay, so this post is an absolute shameless and whole hearted plug for one of my absolute favourite sites… Can you guess which!? Heehee.

There is some seriously awesome (and hella sexy) content on the boil over at ifeelmyself.com at the moment.

I have been nibbling my lips with excitment over Madison’s video diary, Sandy_Dee’s heavily pregnant films make my breath catch and the preview for the coming week looks fucking spectacular:


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As always when I post about this site, I just have to share the gorgeous showreel… It’s sincerely beautiful and really captures the intention and inherant honesty and eroticism you will find in this space. You can also catch a teensy tiny glimpse of yours truly in it:


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