<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:47:34.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the desire collective</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-7299900017013759505</id><published>2009-02-10T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:18:47.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>if you're interested in joining the sex-positive book club's google group, shoot me an email!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-7299900017013759505?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/7299900017013759505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=7299900017013759505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7299900017013759505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7299900017013759505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2009/02/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-4370750779420376370</id><published>2009-02-06T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:09:05.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho hum.  i guess i just don't write anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-4370750779420376370?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/4370750779420376370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=4370750779420376370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4370750779420376370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4370750779420376370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2009/02/ho-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-2040723041728588968</id><published>2008-11-06T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:34:10.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>story of o</title><content type='html'>for sapiosexual readers, our next book is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;story of o&lt;/span&gt; by anne desclos, published under the pseudonym pauline reage.  written for her lover, noted french publisher and sade fan jean paulhan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;story of o&lt;/span&gt; journeys through a young woman's complete sexual objectification.  i first read it three years ago after finding it on the street in upper manhattan.  it was a total destiny find, since at the tender age of 19 i was also a fan of sade, although i found the works of sacher-masoch to be more compelling.  but this, in my opinion, surpasses both.  should be part of the sex-pos canon.  enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-2040723041728588968?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/2040723041728588968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=2040723041728588968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2040723041728588968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2040723041728588968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-o.html' title='story of o'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-471420271738081014</id><published>2008-11-04T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:57:51.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not tell me if...</title><content type='html'>...you did not vote.  turnout is predicted to have surpassed 80% in virginia.  if you didn't vote you better have a damn good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you voted for mccain.  no offence, i still love you and all, i just really don't want to know because if mccain wins i will kick your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off to go get unsober and watch election returns.  later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-471420271738081014?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/471420271738081014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=471420271738081014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/471420271738081014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/471420271738081014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-not-tell-me-if.html' title='do not tell me if...'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-6061632088400390054</id><published>2008-10-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:45:44.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sex-pos book club meeting THIS SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>for those reading along, the sex-positive book club will be convening THIS SUNDAY at 3 to discuss &lt;em&gt;the spiral dance &lt;/em&gt;by starhawk and to pick a new book!  so pop by the teaism near the archives/navy memorial metro stop (400 8th street NW) at 3 this sunday for sapiosexual intellectual stimulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'll be the one with a copy of &lt;em&gt;the spiral dance &lt;/em&gt;prominently displayed on my table.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-6061632088400390054?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/6061632088400390054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=6061632088400390054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6061632088400390054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6061632088400390054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/10/sex-pos-book-club-meeting-this-sunday.html' title='sex-pos book club meeting THIS SUNDAY'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-352142796059374443</id><published>2008-10-07T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:26:21.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendly reminder</title><content type='html'>don't go log cabin on me.  if you at all value gay rights, women's rights or the 4th amendment, you'll vote obama.  period.  and if you don't, don't EVER tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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reminder'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-5052171534560887161</id><published>2008-09-28T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:03:37.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile since i've posted on here huh.  sometimes i let my public blogs die a little before resuming.  because i'm a bitch like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i been doing all month?  SO much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, there was camp.  camp was so awesome this year.  and my cabin won best new cabin, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panny fuxXx was outta control.  in addition to a giant stuffed fish that served as our mascot (and that &lt;a href="http://designingintimacy.com"&gt;avah&lt;/a&gt; ended up taking home), we also had instruments, costumes and liquor.  so, so much liquor.  and, as is requisite to earn best new cabin, we partied like rockstars and subsequently trashed our cabin AND got noise complaints.  PANNY FUXXX 4EVA!!!!  we are cooler than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also met my goal in coming to camp.  i didn't have sex with anyone!  yeah i gave a couple of blowjobs, but come on.  i don't care what anyone says, oral sex, while risky, is not the same thing as penetrative sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do instead?  i hung out with all my friends.  i lazed by the pool (and got a giant peeling sunburn on my tatas).  i explored the campgrounds with my cabinmate match and we ended up out by the susquehanna river.  and oh yeah, i got dragged around by a hole in my face at the petting zoo.  DEFINITELY doing mermaid play as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, camp was successful for me.  i got to see my friends and make many delectable new ones.  and the comedown wasn't as bad this year, due in part to the fact that i am now gainfully employed monday - friday.  w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i was able to pull off having a (mostly) celibate good time at camp.  i see myself heading in a different direction with the scene, and i'm happy that i feel comfortable developing stronger platonic friendships within the alternative lifestyles community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been rereading &lt;i&gt;the spiral dance&lt;/i&gt;, which has been interesting.  i see the first half of the book as being much more relevant to my book club than the last half, but i've enjoyed seeing how starhawk uses a sex-positive approach to un-demonise natural sexual tendencies and form a healing and accepting new religion.  i don't know that i'm interested in bringing wicca back into my life at this juncture but i've started taking an atheist approach to paganism that has been satisfying.  still trying to figure out when the next book club meeting will be - i'll announce it here for anyone who wants to participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's strange how much i'm changing right now.  i mean i'm only 22 but i thought i had things largely figured out at 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know that i've mentioned going off the pill.  i initially decided to go off the pill so that i wouldn't have any more excuses to have unprotected sex.  it's been SUCH a head-trip.  for one thing, i've noticed that my libido's gone down significantly.  it makes me wonder how much of my participation in an alternative lifestyle, and how many of my more risky choices within that lifestyle, was fueled by an inflated libido and a decreased sense of personal responsibility caused by my going on the pill.  i'm not trying to demonise either taking the pill or engaging in an alternative lifestyle, but i do know that had i known more about how the pill would affect my behaviour i may not have started taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does that leave me with the scene exactly?  i still do consider myself polyamorous, but i may be taking a step back from the casual-sex aspects of the scene.  maybe i'll pull a kinkster and get really good at one particular kind of kink, and stick with that.  who knows.  one thing i am trying to do is have more open discussions with fellow kinksters about ethics within the non-monogamous community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, september's been a productive month, at least mentally.  i may be a slacker but i've got some good ideas.  now it's just a matter of updating this blog more than once a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-5052171534560887161?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/5052171534560887161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=5052171534560887161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5052171534560887161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5052171534560887161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/09/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-7297725593265301049</id><published>2008-09-01T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:09:21.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for those reading along...</title><content type='html'>the book we're reading this month is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the spiral dance &lt;/span&gt;by starhawk.  one of the first and most powerful neo-pagan texts published, starhawk's classic calls for a renewed connection with the goddess and the feminine in nature.  i haven't read it in awhile, and it will be interesting to reread it through the lens of sex-positivism.  when and whereabouts of the next book club meeting tba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-7297725593265301049?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/7297725593265301049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=7297725593265301049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7297725593265301049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7297725593265301049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-those-reading-along.html' title='for those reading along...'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-2550858282618362997</id><published>2008-08-27T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:56:02.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the week: STIs</title><content type='html'>reintroducing this feature after a laziness-induced hiatus, i'd like to tackle a weighty subject in the non-monogamous community. this week's word, or acronym, is STIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you've been living in a nuclear fallout shelter for the past fifty years, an STI is a sexually transmitted infection. STI came to replace the acronym STD, or sexually transmitted disease, because labelling something as an STD tends to carry the assumption that the condition being so labelled is permanent. hence, STI became the umbrella term for any condition, permanent or not, transmitted by sex or sexual activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the number one risk factor for contracting an STI? i'll tell you: it's having multiple partners. that's why it's been consistently disappointing to me that STIs are still a somewhat taboo topic within the non-monogamous community. considering how willingly we'll discuss the entire A to Z of sex, study every fetish in the playbook and harp on people both within our community and without for propagating prejudiced viewpoints about being non-monogamous, it bugs me that we're not only unwilling to fully tackle the subject of STIs but also unable to find ways of including those with acknowledged STIs in our community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd like to clear the air around this subject. if we really want to practice ethical non-monogamy we have to do more than offer a perfunctory overview of possible STIs. we have to acknowledge that all sexual activity, and especially non-monogamous sexual activity, carries a certain risk. this isn't high school anymore, and we can't afford to delude ourselves that our lifestyle is completely free of potential obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: i came away from camp last year with two STIs. the first was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trichomoniasis"&gt;trichomoniasis&lt;/a&gt;, the most common non-viral STI - even more common than chlamydia. why is it so common? let's break it down:&lt;br /&gt;1) men are asymptomatic.&lt;br /&gt;2) symptoms in women tend to be mild, if they're present at all. (i first treated myself for a yeast infection before deciding to consult my gynecologist.)&lt;br /&gt;3) you can get it by sharing a towel with an infected person. let me repeat that: YOU CAN GET IT FROM A TOWEL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky i'd done some reading up on trich before i came to camp, so i at least knew what the hell it was. most people who get trich have never even heard of it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also found out that i have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/HPV"&gt;HPV&lt;/a&gt; shortly after my first camp. to be fair, i probably didn't get that one at camp - had i not compromised my lower immune system with the trich infection, i probably would not have symptoms to this day. in fact, i'm willing to bet that whoever gave it to me didn't even know they had it. how's that? well, let's clear the air: 80% of all sexually active adults - not just non-monogamous adults, but ALL adults - have HPV. i think that bears repeating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80% OF ALL SEXUALLY ACTIVE ADULTS HAVE HPV.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put that in perspective: 20% of all sexually active adults have herpes. that's 1 in 5 people who have herpes, and 1 in 5 people who DON'T have HPV. to be fair, the &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/std/HPV/STDFact-HPV.htm"&gt;CDC&lt;/a&gt; pins the statistic at 50%, but my gynecologist says that's a conservative estimate: many people who have HPV will never display any symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, nobody sat me down and told me this when i entered the scene.  i only found out after i was diagnosed that, if condoms are used, most people will not disclose their HPV.  which is all very well and good - except for the fact that condoms don't always protect against HPV, particularly when symptoms such as warts are present in an area that condoms don't cover.  i myself have not always disclosed my status to casual partners when condoms were involved, and it disappoints me that i didn't always acknowledge what many regard as a considerable risk factor before breaking out the latex.  i'm definitely not the worst offender in this regard, but it is an area of my behaviour that i regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, i think that non-disclosure is a paradigm that needs to change - for the good of both those with STIs and those without them.  we need to break out of this stigma in having and acknowledging an STI so that the people who live and play with them feel comfortable disclosing their status to partners who may not yet have an STI - or may not yet be aware of the full consequences of being sexually active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can we as a community do differently?  first of all, we need to stop shaming people with STIs into not disclosing.  we can do this by being more welcoming of people with STIs - not just the small, curable stuff, but also the bigger things like HIV.  we need to encourage people to be open and honest about what they have in addition to getting tested on a regular basis.  we also need to acknowledge that sex, and sexual activity, is not and can never be completely risk-free - even if condoms are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can we include people with STIs in the non-monogamous community?  well, we can start by encouraging people to play together without having intercourse.  there are so many things two people can do together besides sex - there's jerking, fisting, toy play, BDSM...the list goes on.  and people with STIs need to be up front about what they can and cannot do.  for example, oral sex, while still somewhat risky, is a viable alternative for people with certain permanent STIs.  hell, i've heard of gay partners where one guy has HIV and the other one doesn't, and the negative guy feels comfortable going down on the positive guy.  non-monogamy doesn't have to involve sleeping with everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, what can completely clean people do about STIs in the community?  well, you can ask questions.  a lot of them.  you can disclose your status up front and demand that your partners do the same.  you can place boundaries on what you do with new people - and you can come up with alternative sexual activities in the event that a partner has an STI.  but most of all, you can educate yourself on the many different STIs that are out there, and you can sit down with yourself and figure out how many risks you are willing to take in order to lead a happy and sexually fulfilled life.  because STIs are risks that you have to deal with as a sexually active adult, non-monogamous or not, and you shouldn't let the prospect of getting one scare you away from fully exploring yourself and your sexuality.  we can't keep STIs a secret in this community, but just because we're open about the risks doesn't mean we have to live in fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-2550858282618362997?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/2550858282618362997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=2550858282618362997' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2550858282618362997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2550858282618362997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-of-week-stis.html' title='word of the week: STIs'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-6611947207193038615</id><published>2008-08-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:25:22.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp!</title><content type='html'>a while back i signed up for my 2nd year of &lt;a href="http://darkodyssey.com"&gt;summer camp&lt;/a&gt;.  actually, i was the 30th person to sign up.  overeager much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super psyched about going, especially since all my friends are signing up too!  i know it's gonna be a kickass time, and that i'll probably get into more trouble than i will all year.  i already have a few evil scenes planned out in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this year, my goals in going to camp are different.  last year was my first camp and, let's face it, my aim was to lay as many hot people as possible.  and wow did i meet my goal, with some of the raunchiest and most fun sex i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, though, i'm in a different place.  i'm in a place where i want to see stronger ties within the community.  i'm in a place where i want to see more personal responsibility, more ethics and more thought put into sex itself.  i'm in a place where i want to see deeper platonic connections between people, and sexual connections that don't necessarily end in sex.  i'm in a place where i want to explore all that it means to be sex-positive, welcoming of new connections and respectful of old, and throughout fully responsible and honest about what i can and cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that end, i'm going to sex camp with the intention of abstaining from actual sex.  i'll definitely be playing with people, both sexually and in a bdsm context, but i want to be able to forge strong platonic connections that don't rely on actual penetrative sex.  this is an area i've always had trouble in, and i think going to camp with these boundaries clearly in place will enrich the experience this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time at camp, i wanted to be free to have as much sex with as many people as i wanted.  this time, i want to be free to form connections in the sex-positive community that aren't predicated on sex.  we'll see how THAT goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-6611947207193038615?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/6611947207193038615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=6611947207193038615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6611947207193038615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6611947207193038615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/08/camp.html' title='camp!'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-458312179930401433</id><published>2008-08-21T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:43:00.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sex-positive book club TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>are you a sapiosexual perv in the dc area?  if so, you should totally come to our sex-positive book club tonight at 7!  bring a book you want read and discussed.  this is our inaugural meeting and your chance to get in on the ground floor of sexyfuntime book-reading!  email me at desirecollective[at]gmail[dot]com for the address.  see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-458312179930401433?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/458312179930401433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=458312179930401433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/458312179930401433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/458312179930401433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex-positive-book-club-tonight.html' title='sex-positive book club TONIGHT'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-7565865641323811491</id><published>2008-08-15T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:47:20.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>floating world</title><content type='html'>check it!  &lt;a href="http://designingintimacy.com"&gt;avah&lt;/a&gt; and i are teaching a class at &lt;a href="http://thefloatingworld.org"&gt;floating world&lt;/a&gt; this weekend!  it's called "the naughty drawer," and it's all about marital aids.  with demos!  come check it out!  OR I WILL CUT YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-7565865641323811491?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/7565865641323811491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=7565865641323811491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7565865641323811491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7565865641323811491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/08/floating-world.html' title='floating world'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-5826836965835339741</id><published>2008-08-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:48:06.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sex-positive book club?</title><content type='html'>so yeah, i haven't been good about my WotW feature.  boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have an idea, for all you east coast sex-possies.  anyone wanna start a book club/discussion group?  it would be based in dc but be friendly towards membership for sex-possies in other cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd read one book a month, or every other month, and meet to discuss.  besides the reading, we would also host discussions on sex-positive ethics - both regarding sexual behavior and relationships.  it would be like sex ed for adults, geared towards younger people but inclusive of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you'd be interested in something like this, leave a comment or drop me a line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-5826836965835339741?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/5826836965835339741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=5826836965835339741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5826836965835339741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5826836965835339741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex-positive-book-club.html' title='the sex-positive book club?'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-8295635645027366865</id><published>2008-07-20T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:35:02.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mermaid</title><content type='html'>this is still a picture blog, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SIN3EsSKWeI/AAAAAAAAACk/GJ1ew2Xdvjw/s1600-h/hookonymous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SIN3EsSKWeI/AAAAAAAAACk/GJ1ew2Xdvjw/s200/hookonymous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225150915170425314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-8295635645027366865?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/8295635645027366865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=8295635645027366865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/8295635645027366865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/8295635645027366865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/07/mermaid.html' title='mermaid'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SIN3EsSKWeI/AAAAAAAAACk/GJ1ew2Xdvjw/s72-c/hookonymous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-4429525756959691745</id><published>2008-07-18T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:41:31.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the week: jealousy</title><content type='html'>welcome to word of the week, wherein i take a word and explain how it relates to the safe, sane and consensual non-monogamous community. and today's a good one! this week's word is jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having been involved in, and privy to, more than my fair share of polydrama, i know a little something about jealousy. a lot of people in the non-monogamous community think jealousy in a polyamorous relationship is a myth, much like het people view bisexuality. well, my answer to both is the same: it does exist, deal with it. (in the case of het people sometimes i throw in a "fuck you" too, just for posterity. it's annoying to be told that your orientation doesn't exist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my first forays into non-monogamous dating, i hit some stumbling blocks with jealousy. either my partner could not accept that i was sharing my body with someone else, or i felt displaced by a newer rival. the former, for me, had an easy solution. i've always disclosed myself as poly at the start of a relationship, but one particularly bad relationship with a monogamously-oriented guy led me to my my-way-or-the-highway rule: if one of my partners can't handle the fact that i will be sleeping with other people, i break it off. immediately. i've learned that it's best to end an incompatible relationship immediately after its fatal flaw manifests instead of waiting until you have to threaten to file a police report to get your shit back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what about when &lt;i&gt;i'm&lt;/i&gt; the jealous one, i hear you ask? (humour me, the two people who read this blog.) let me tell you a story. about 1 or 2 months before i went to my first &lt;a href="http://darkodyssey.com/"&gt;dark odyssey&lt;/a&gt; event, my primary relationship at the time imploded due to a perfect storm of jealousy, emotional insecurity, and a wicked STI scare coming from the source of my jealousy and insecurity. (we'll get to the scare in a later post.) yeah, it was mostly the guy's fault - had the amount of time he spent with me stayed the same or increased while he was initiating his new relationship, i may not have responded the way that i did when we found out that our sexual health was under threat. however, it was also partially my fault - had i taken the time to discuss my concerns with him, instead of bottling up my emotions and then lashing out at him when i felt vulnerable, he may have been more sensitive to my needs within the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy can be difficult to work around, but it can also be a great way to open a discussion about your relationship. as &lt;a href="http://practicalpolyamory.blogspot.com/"&gt;anita wagner&lt;/a&gt; taught me at spring fire 2007, jealousy typically masks deeper problems in a relationship, such as lack of couple time, emotional distance or feelings of inadequacy. so now, when i find myself jealous of a partner's other partners, i ask myself why the other relationship is getting to me and whether or not i can make immediate changes in my behaviour to improve our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also important to ask questions if your partner appears to be jealous of another partner. the relationship may be working well for you, but perhaps your partner wants something more - more time to be together, greater intimacy or just a small reassurance that they occupy a special place in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately, i find that reassurance in general is the best way to combat jealousy. polyamory and nonmonogamy in general can be fraught with obstacles and drama, but the knowledge that this is the right lifestyle for you, and the reassurance that your partners love and trust you no matter who else they're seeing, goes a long way towards fighting the green-eyed monster trying to have a threesome with you and your partner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-4429525756959691745?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/4429525756959691745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=4429525756959691745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4429525756959691745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4429525756959691745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-of-week-jealousy.html' title='word of the week: jealousy'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-7395688267664928754</id><published>2008-07-10T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:20:03.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wot2W: procrastination</title><content type='html'>but seriously folks, i = lazy suxx0r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-7395688267664928754?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-4379358148722070895</id><published>2008-06-24T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T06:39:30.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the week: friendship</title><content type='html'>welcome to another edition of WotW, wherein i take one word each week (even though this took 2 weeks - Wot2W?) and explain how it relates to the safe, sane and consensual non-monogamous community. this week's word is friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is a tricky one, in part because there are so many different kind of friendships in our community. the main difference that i've found between friendships within the non-monogamous community and friendships in society at large is that our friendships are much more likely to feature a sexual component. beyond the glib "friends with benefits" label that is used to describe casual sexual relationships without any deep emotional attachment in general society, our friendships may in fact feature a very strong platonic connection coupled with occasional to habitual playing, which may lie in both the sexual and the kink realms. even with platonic friendships, i find that there is relatively less discomfort in seeing our friends in a sexual manner than i have witnessed among my heterosexual monogamous friends, particularly among straight men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also noticed that i consider my platonic friends as important to me as my lovers and have just as strong a need to see them happy. i make as much time to see my friends as i do my partners, whether or not there are sexual elements to our friendship. if i see that a friend is not fully engaged at a play party, i try to talk to them and bring them into the action even if we don't habitually play. if a friend is having trouble with their partner i try to lend them an ear - even if their partner is a mutual friend. it's important to me to make sure that my friends are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the most enlightening thing about making friends within the non-monogamous community has been to observe these friendships' effects on my play and on my relationships. when i first encountered a larger scene, my focus was firmly on sexual validation - for the first time ever, i was surrounded by a large number of people who approached sexuality in the same manner that i did, and it was important to me to take full advantage of that fact. i wanted to feel cared for, sure, but most of all i wanted to feel sexy and desired by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my friendships grew, the drive to be sexy for everyone diminished. in fact, i began to place more priority on &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; being sexy for everyone - i learned how to set firm limits for myself as far as what i would and would not do with a casual partner, something i've always had some trouble doing. i found myself surrounded by beautiful, supportive people who enabled me to explore myself and my needs within the community without feeling the pressure to be sexual with them. in short, i found myself being cared for, and in turn i started looking out for my friends' needs as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships in the non-monogamous community may appear many ways and serve many purposes, but i feel that their most important function is that of affirmation. our friends enable us to navigate the difficult and often disheartening path of living an alternative lifestyle with the knowledge that we do not have to do it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-4379358148722070895?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/4379358148722070895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=4379358148722070895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4379358148722070895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4379358148722070895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/06/wotw-friendship.html' title='word of the week: friendship'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-156221101243919949</id><published>2008-06-10T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:48:07.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word of the week: ethics</title><content type='html'>okay, i obviously don't have enough sex to keep this puppy updated on a regular basis ( ;-) ).  and i have a few photos i wanna get up but am too lazy to edit.  so i've decided to start a new feature.  i'll pick a word every week and describe how it relates to the safe, sane and consensual non-monogamous community.  this week's word is ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is obviously a broad topic.  a discussion of ethics in the non-monogamous community could take all night.  there are even different kinds of ethics: there are sexual ethics covering basic rules regarding sexual behaviour including whether or not to sleep with someone on the first date, how to best negotiate asking for what you want and when to disclose an sti; there are kink ethics revolving around the negotiation of a scene, disclosing and respecting of hard limits and how intimate you have to be with someone before you trust them in a scene; and there are relationship ethics entailing how to communicate your relationship needs, how to set boundaries and how to be involved with multiple people at the same time without hurting one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as someone who has attempted to practice polyamory for her entire adult life, i find the last type of ethics particularly interesting.  to be honest, despite coming out as non-monogamous when i was 15, it's taken me awhile to really be able to make a polyamorous relationship work.  as with sexual and kink ethics, my relationship ethics have evolved with time.  i've experienced my share of errors, either perpetrated or received, within polyamorous relationships, and i have evolved ways of avoiding or minimizing those errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before discovering groups like &lt;a href="http://darkodyssey.com"&gt;dark odyssey&lt;/a&gt; and becoming involved with a larger east-coast polyamorous community, i had to negotiate my relationship needs and boundaries largely on my own.  it's hard being polyamorous in a mainly monogamous culture; i felt like a broken record explaining myself and defending my sexuality to my early partners (which is frankly the reason why i don't date straight men under 30 anymore - they never quite seem to get it).  more than one of my partners couldn't handle in practice what they accepted in theory.  the freedom to see whomever they chose was quickly eclipsed by the realization that i may be spending the majority of my time with other people, and because they failed to articulate their needs at the beginning of the relationship it usually ended in a fireball of fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been that person on the other end, watching in frustration as my only partner devoted their time and attention to other people.  i've felt the shame of not having my sexual needs met by a primary partner, as well as the jealousy towards a new rival which masked the growing alienation in my own relationship.  i've been both places within a non-monogamous relationship: both the heartbreaker and the heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it's been a journey, one that has often had others, and sometimes even me, questioning my lifestyle choices.  but i've settled on polyamory as my orientation because i decided, early on, that i wanted relationships based on mutual respect instead of mutual restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i have several rewarding relationships, both platonic and non.  i have strong platonic relationships with both men and women, which since puberty i have had trouble developing (something about polysexuality and hormones?).  i'm at a place i've wanted to get to for a long time - comfortable and happy with myself and those in my life.  and i attribute that to the development of a personal relationship code of ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one thing, if it becomes clear to me that someone is exhibiting feelings towards me that i do not reciprocate, i back off.  i'm not saying i'm always good at doing this - i've been known to leave people in limbo, and that's kind of a bitchy thing to do.  but i don't allow people to form a serious attachment to me under the mistaken assumption that i reciprocate their feelings.  (unrequited lust is another thing entirely...i'll always be a heartbreaker.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also try, early on, to communicate my needs, desires and boundaries in the relationship.  sometimes it can be hard for me to talk about my feelings, as i was raised to be non-demonstrative and don't always enjoy being the first to take a relationship risk.  but if i like someone's company and want to take the relationship further i try to clear up more time to be with them and hope they will do the same.  i listen to them and learn what they like and don't like, and if conflicts come up i try to sit down with them for an open discussion of what we can both do differently so that problems don't arise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rapidly discovering that open communication, whether or not it's face to face, is the key to a successful open relationship, and while it seems like such a no-brainer i see relationships suffering for lack of it all the time.  i see people who bottle up their emotions and "cope" with relationships that hurt them, and i see people who refuse to listen to those they love or find solutions to recurring relationship problems.  it's interesting, and frustrating, to see people repeating behaviour that i myself experienced and exhibited earlier in my adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i'm also discovering that everyone develops their own ethics within the non-monogamous community.  sometimes it takes awhile to discover how someone else operates, and it can be disheartening to discover what you would consider a fatal flaw in their ethical practice (i'll cop to not always being the most high-minded polyamorist).  but it can also be great to learn something new from your partners: a new way of talking about what you want and working through difficulties, a more creative way of negotiating a scene, a better standard by which you decide what you do with whom.  because the biggest thing i've learned so far is that non-monogamous ethics are constantly changing, evolving, getting better - and bringing new people into our community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-156221101243919949?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/156221101243919949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=156221101243919949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/156221101243919949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/156221101243919949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-of-week-ethics.html' title='word of the week: ethics'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-6792933203273736941</id><published>2008-05-01T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:30:35.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace, &lt;a href="http://www.myfoxtampabay.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail?contentId=6439948&amp;version=9&amp;locale=EN-US&amp;layoutCode=TSTY&amp;pageId=1.1.1"&gt;deborah jeane palfrey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-6792933203273736941?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/6792933203273736941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=6792933203273736941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6792933203273736941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6792933203273736941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-1260573199808781566</id><published>2008-04-23T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:22:33.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$0.02</title><content type='html'>in general, i don't keep up with the ongoing and increasingly rancorous debates between the radical and raunch schools of feminism.  as someone with a desire, however impossible to achieve at this juncture, to start a paradigm-shifting pornsite that in the course of my sitting on it will probably be started by someone else and done better (wehh...), and as someone who has openly led a non-heteronormative sex life since i hit puberty, i pretty much just tune the dworkin-quoting radicals out.  for the simple reason that they frustrate the everloving hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an illustrative anecdote for your benefit: my last semester as an undergrad, i took a graduate course i talked my way into on the sex industry stocked predominantly with women's studies masters' candidates.  this class met once a week in the afternoons, so i would typically rush into class a few minutes late after having spent too long in the experienced and highly capable arms of &lt;a href="http://thefuckhouse.blogspot.com"&gt;marcus&lt;/a&gt;, braless and flustered in a low-scooped wifebeater and asshugging jeans, to face a room full of people in buttoned-up oxford shirts and below-the-knee skirts writing their thesis on the cutting-edge topic of stripping and/or street-level prostitution with the central assertion being that these two professions (gasp!) exploit women!  and here i was having just fucked a male escort who LOVES his job writing my research paper on an analysis of popular and award-winning adult films to find out whether acclaimed titles that people actually want to watch can be said to be violent and exploitative towards women.  most fun research paper ever.  got an A in that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point being...i had/have a different perspective than most of the people who get into studying sex work and pornography, and while the people in my class were all lovely people we had to sit there and read a lot of bullshit from radical feminists who, when talking about street-level prostitution initiated primarily by dirt-poor drug addicts or abuse victims in parking lots or hourly hotels, extrapolate this very specific research to cover &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; forms of prostitution: brothels, legal or not, where prostitutes are given a safe space to work; escort agencies where clients are vetted and bodyguards and chauffers may be employed; even completely independent escorts who operate at an in-call location they themselves pay for, who vet their own clients and have the complete power to deny access to their bodies as well as earning all profits from the transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's even sillier is that the radical feminists studying survival sex on the streets then go on to say that &lt;i&gt;watching&lt;/i&gt; sex on a screen in the privacy of your own home is just as exploitative as sex for hire.  i agree, to some extent, that pornography &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; be exploitative, but this i put down to a faulty labour model, a set of protocols that many directors feel must be satisfied in order to deliver a "complete" product (ie the cumshot) and a business model formulated by men which assumes that the final consumer of the product will also be a heterosexual man.  however, in addition to ignoring the alt-porn phenomenon we have seen in recent years, radical feminists talk suspiciously sparingly about gay porn made for a homosexual or bisexual male audience, bisexual porn made for both men and women, female entrepreneurs and directors in the adult entertainment industry (hel&lt;i&gt;lo&lt;/i&gt;, audacia ray) and even lesbian porn made for women by women!  because any adult film with female performers, even one whose final consumers will be female, inherently exploits women.  riiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i tune out the radical feminist argument.  because frankly, i think it's completely wrong.  i think they make the mistake of conflating a specific set of issues surrounding certain types of survival sex work, issues like labour standards, illegal trafficking and target audience, with symptoms of a central "problem."  then they ignore all evidence that contradicts their preciously-held viewpoint, even when their moral crusade infantilizes female sex workers by not only assuming that they had absolutely no agency in getting into sex work, but also by &lt;i&gt;refusing to talk to them!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;case in point: the recent panel discussion on pornography at william and mary, which i didn't tune into until about a week before it was scheduled to happen because, let's face it, we've heard the abolitionist argument a million times before and sex-positive activists usually aren't let within a hundred feet of a podium, such is the way the world works i'm used to it.  what caught my attention was &lt;a href="http://renegadeevolution.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-enough-no-this-is-silencing.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; from renegade evolution, who had been scheduled to be on the panel but, at the time of this post, was uninvited from presenting at the behest of one sam berg, a radical feminist who reacted to "threats" made by ren on her blog by leaning on the organisers to get her off the panel.  a move thinly veiling the frequently-encountered radical feminist desire and impulse to silence the perspectives of sex workers and sex-positive activists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading back, one comment on that post was particularly prescient.  "You realize that if she can't get you off the pannel [sic] she'll use that as an excuse not to show up, right?"  i had pushed this conference to the back of my mind out of this-is-the-way-the-world-works frustration, but thanks to &lt;a href="http://thesexcarnival.com"&gt;viviane&lt;/a&gt; (who also linked to ren's post) i stumbled on &lt;a href="http://deepthroated.wordpress.com/2008/04/22/panel-discussion-at-william-and-mary-ending-the-smear-with-facts/"&gt;this response&lt;/a&gt; to a &lt;a href="http://laurelin.wordpress.com/2008/04/21/a-guest-post-by-sam-berg/"&gt;guest post&lt;/a&gt; that sam made on a cohort's blog.  funny story - as it turns out, both sam &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; one of her colleagues bailed on the panel, leaving one person to defend the abolitionist viewpoint in a forum that sam herself had deemed dangerous!  how amusing.  so when the radical feminists don't get their way, they boycott any meaningful debate in service to continuing their moral crusade with minds uncorrupted by differing viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very interesting note which illustrates my point perfectly is the fact that laurelin disabled comments on sam's guest post with the following lovely vignette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Edited by Laurelin, She of the Short Fuse: to the sex pos-ly inclined who suddenly love my blog sooooo much, you’ve had your say elsewhere. Now here’s 50p my dears- go phone someone who gives a damn. No-one who is stupid enough to think they can patronise me gets space on my blog. Now run along!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now isn't it just so nice to be able to stunt free and open debate when people start saying things that contradict what you think.  and telling us "sex pos-ly inclined" peeps not to patronise her in the most patronising way possible.  what a great way to engender free speech and mutual respect in the feminist community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also worth noting that as of this writing &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; posts written by raunch feminists that i've linked to still have their comments open, even as the debate descends into the predictable and previously-mentioned rancour that accompanies the 2nd- vs. 3rd-wave feminist debates.  makes me happy knowing which side i'm on.  even if i've stopped reading the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-1260573199808781566?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/1260573199808781566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=1260573199808781566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/1260573199808781566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/1260573199808781566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/04/002.html' title='$0.02'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-2838193601715537455</id><published>2008-03-31T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:39:13.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell yeah, that's MY headline!  zing bitches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/014171.html"&gt;Finally, Someone Understands That the Terms Are Mutually Exclusive.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- ID = 53276 --&gt;Dude: I don't want coffee, I want Starbucks!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--Bleecker &amp; Thompson&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Overheard by: office peon&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="contestwinners"&gt;Headline by: &lt;a href="http://desirecollective.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;desire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span class="runnersup"&gt;Runners-Up:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;middot; "And For The Last Time, I'm Not From The Bronx; I'm From Riverdale!" - Gutterlush&lt;br/&gt;&amp;middot; "Howard Shultz: Don't Call It a Comeback, It That Easy, G!" - Drewp&lt;br/&gt;&amp;middot; "I Can't Decipher That Small, Medium, Large Jargon They Use Everywhere Else." - &lt;a href="http://www.criticaloversight.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jessie Birks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;middot; "Overheard in Seattle: Shit, They Know" - digital hash&lt;br/&gt;&amp;middot; "The Top Conerns Of the Nation: War, Peace, and Finding a Starbucks" - abbitt the rabbitt&lt;br/&gt;&amp;middot; "Yeah, Well I Really Don't Think We Have Time For a Handjob, Joe." - Idiocracy&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/headlinecontest/'&gt;Click here to see the new Headline Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;Overheard in New York&lt;/a&gt;, Mar 31, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-2838193601715537455?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/2838193601715537455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=2838193601715537455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2838193601715537455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2838193601715537455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/03/hell-yeah-thats-my-headline-zing.html' title='hell yeah, that&apos;s MY headline!  zing bitches!!'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-7697567372875794436</id><published>2008-03-10T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:22:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so new york governor spitzer got caught in a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23561606?GT1=43001"&gt;prostitution scandal&lt;/a&gt;. but what i &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanna know is, what the hell was she doing that was worth $5,500??!  cos i'll tell you something, the average escort price in DC is $250 an hour.  so this lady was 22 times better than your average whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if i were spitzer's wife (too bad i'm not, he's totally hot!), i would have gone with him to that hotel room just to see what his $5k bought.  seriously, damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-7697567372875794436?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/7697567372875794436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=7697567372875794436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7697567372875794436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7697567372875794436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-new-york-governor-spitzer-got-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-197778902409525245</id><published>2008-03-07T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:21:07.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dem's some smokin' hot daims!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/nyborgnelson_1988_837153"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/nyborgnelson_1988_837153" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;six bags of &lt;s&gt;crack&lt;/s&gt; daims arrived in the mail yesterday.  and i have already gone through half a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefuckhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;marcus&lt;/a&gt;'s boy seamus first introduced me to this swedish confection that he enjoyed as a child in the midwest, and that is now sold at ikea - or on &lt;a href="http://swedensbest.com/daimcandy.html"&gt;sweden's best&lt;/a&gt;.  hunt some down and prepare to meet your newest addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-197778902409525245?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/197778902409525245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=197778902409525245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/197778902409525245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/197778902409525245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/03/dems-some-smokin-hot-daims.html' title='dem&apos;s some smokin&apos; hot daims!'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-2054136099059762038</id><published>2008-02-22T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:24:28.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cream oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/R76RCb4WA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/s1X2RFvBE5s/s1600-h/img_creamOilBodyWash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/R76RCb4WA_I/AAAAAAAAACc/s1X2RFvBE5s/s320/img_creamOilBodyWash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169728893297755122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's 4 in the morning, and i'm still awake.  why?  because i drank two cups of coffee at dinner (thanks a LOT, &lt;a href="http://thefuckhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;marcus&lt;/a&gt;), and in addition to keeping me wide awake they made me hornier than i've been in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever lie in your bed, wide awake, slowly realising that the only remedy, the only way you will POSSIBLY be able to get a decent night's rest before work tomorrow, is to jam the longest thickest thing possible up your yoni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried everything.  i ignored it, but then the ghosts of fuckings past started popping up in my head.  i masturbated my clit, cleaned up and tried to go back to bed.  that worked for like an hour.  then at 3 i started to masturbate again, half awake, and i realised that i was just as wet as before.  goddammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't wanna wake up my roommate.  i stumbled into the dark bathroom, lube in hand, in search of something big.  i have toys but they're not big enough.  i needed something gigantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electric toothbrush?  it would make too much noise.  floss container?  i tried it, too many jagged edges.  for fuck's sake, i even lubed up the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lube bottle&lt;/span&gt;.  you guys, PLEASE do not try to insert anything with a flat top inside you.  especially if it is attached to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your lube source&lt;/span&gt;.  it can only end in failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, i remembered.  the same thing that satisfied me last time i got this horny.  the bathroom item i buy almost exclusively for its shape.  the most gigantic thing in my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the aptly named dove cream oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before you get any ideas, there is no possible way i could fit all that in my pussy.  but damn if i couldn't try.  i think i got somewhere between a fourth and a third of the way down, with the help of lots of lube, my clit finger, and my overwhelming horniness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire process - getting up, going to the bathroom, looking for the goldilocks fit, and cleaning up the bathroom as best i could this early in the morning - took an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm awake as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.  dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-2054136099059762038?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/2054136099059762038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=2054136099059762038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/2054136099059762038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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faces</title><content type='html'>or, desire tries to be high-brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the hell of it, i posted one of my favourite quotes from joseph campbell's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hero with a thousand faces&lt;/span&gt;, which i first read when i was 12 and am currently rereading, in the miscellaneous romance section of craigslist and indicated that i would give whoever could tell me which book it was from a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i underestimated the literacy of craigslist browsers, or else the googleability of my quote, because i got 30 responses!  12 were right answers...the others gave me some book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humanity's heroes&lt;/span&gt;.  hint: google more carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i didn't feel like buying, or baking, cookies for 12 people.  because that's obnoxious.  so i decided to kick it up a notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote to all of them telling them to meet me at the dupont circle farmers' market this morning at 10 and, if they found me, i would buy them a cookie from the bread stand.  i gave them one hint: that i would be wearing a cherry pin somewhere on my person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about half wrote back to this last email, most mad that i didn't bcc their email addresses.  the others who wrote couldn't make it.  less cookies for me to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i showed up at the farmers' market around 10:10, cherry pin on hat, and proceeded to do my fortnightly shopping unmolested by campbell-reading cookie fanatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i gave myself an incentive to show up at the farmers' market before the bread stand sold out.  thanks craigslist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-3014169303679012589?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/3014169303679012589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=3014169303679012589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/3014169303679012589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/3014169303679012589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/02/craigslist-with-thousand-faces.html' title='the craigslist with a thousand faces'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-5489838074705612282</id><published>2008-01-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:22:27.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wtf &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22788914/?GT1=10755"&gt;heath ledger died&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my sister said, "he's like the river phoenix of gen-Y."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-5489838074705612282?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/5489838074705612282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=5489838074705612282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5489838074705612282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5489838074705612282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/01/wtf-heath-ledger-died.html' title=''/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-8839558685214020576</id><published>2008-01-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:30:14.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex camp roundup!</title><content type='html'>so you had your doubts about attending dark odyssey's &lt;a href="http://darkodyssey.com"&gt;summer camp&lt;/a&gt;, or you had to decide between attending and paying rent.  either way you didn't go.  sucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well bully for you, &lt;a href="http://thesexcarnival.com"&gt;viviane&lt;/a&gt;'s posted a comprehensive &lt;a href="http://www.thesexcarnival.com/2008/01/so-this-one-time-at-sex-camp-dark-odyssey-final-roundup/"&gt;sex camp blog roundup&lt;/a&gt; to show you how much you missed out!  better start saving up folks, next summer camp is mid-september.  in the interim might i suggest you satisfy your crazy-orgy-filled-poly-tantra-kink-feedfest by joining me at winter fire in late march.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-8839558685214020576?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/8839558685214020576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=8839558685214020576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/8839558685214020576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/8839558685214020576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2008/01/sex-camp-roundup.html' title='sex camp roundup!'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-7354402336120815310</id><published>2008-01-03T05:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:01:03.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>masks</title><content type='html'>i recently had the pleasure of working with one of my favourite photographers up in new york. while we both brought numerous props to the shoot, i was especially impressed with the two ornate masks she had on set. &lt;a href="http://thesexcarnival.com/"&gt;viviane&lt;/a&gt; was kind enough to &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/viviane212/2160597593/in/photostream/"&gt;take&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/viviane212/2160597747/in/photostream/"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; of me in them! first i tried on the bird mask, but i had to hold it by the beak for it to stay on!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2160597593_7d9d8e5a69_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i was particularly proud of my effort to fit my glasses over the mask. i left 'em off for the next mask, which while being too big fit my face considerably better than the other one:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2160597747_975cb84850_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hott, ne? i'm making that my user icon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;BONUS: two delectable androgyns (complete with added secret identity glasses!).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151250627045899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/R3zrJx4UO0I/AAAAAAAAACA/7ntXoziyLo0/s320/des2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-7354402336120815310?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/7354402336120815310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=7354402336120815310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/7354402336120815310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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planned to come to town for atheist-children-get-presents day, they asked me to choose a restaurant for xmas brunch.  naturally i chose the most expensive restaurant possible, an excellent hotel restaurant at which i had dined for my birthday.  their sweet corn grits with goat cheese and gravy were sealed in my taste memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time around, in addition to highly memorable food, they also dished up a bit of retinal candy for dessert.  after issuing a standard holiday greeting, a suited-up busboy/waiter spent a few minutes at our table inspiring vaguely sadomasochistic service fantasies in me and i imagine tamer vanilla fantasies in my sister as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we agreed later that he looked like a robert.  or a thomas.  or maybe a joseph.  but gazing at his tousled brown hair, button nose and sparkling eyes - which passed me an illicit wink in front of my daddy - only one name came to my mind: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human lollipop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't give him my number, as i usually have poor luck with waiters.  but visions of kinky room service entertained me for the entire ride home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-5826653816767883285?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/5826653816767883285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=5826653816767883285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5826653816767883285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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craigslist calling for reinforcements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;princess needs maid service - w4mw - 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;princess has relatives coming to visit her but is above doing preparative housework. princess needs a good submissive maid, male or female age doesn't matter, to clean and organise her room for her one evening this week. the maid follows princess's explicit orders, including not touching what the princess deems unworthy for the maid to touch. discreteness is important since princess has a housemate. if the maid is a good little sub princess would consider doling out a spanking and a hot meal. (princess is not above cooking as long as the maid washes the dishes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;edit: for clarification, princess is not interested in rewarding with sexual favours at this time. however, she would not rule out such rewards for future maid service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in addition to spawning a copycat post (&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;prince needs maid service - m4w m4ww - 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, later turning out to be a jilted potential maid), my ad garnered many responses. i ended up going with the cute-sounding 25-year-old. blond hair, blue eyes, slim 6 footer...i was looking forward to bending him over my bed. oh yeah, and having a clean room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few kerfuffles pushing back the start time, my maid came to my door promptly at 10 and spent the next 2 hours devoting himself to my service. he gathered the mostly unopened mail off my floor and let me sort it into 3 piles of letters to keep, recycle and shred. he folded the clean laundry on my bed and hung up all my jackets and overflow jeans that wouldn't fit in my dresser. he found a hiding place in my closet for my toys. he organised and dusted the cluttered tops of my dresser, desk and bookshelf, and he rearranged my books too. he found a place for my guitar by moving my as-yet-unused hydroponic grow kit (in which, for the record, i intended to grow strawberries) on my porch. and he stripped the filthy, 2-week-old sheets from my bed and helped me put new ones on military-style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at midnight, when it came time to reward my maid with a doctored-up version of my already fancy-shmancy &lt;a href="http://pervertscookbook.blogspot.com/2007/12/fancy-shmancy-30-person-split-pea-soup.html"&gt;split pea soup&lt;/a&gt;, he wasn't hungry. so i bent him, pants-down, over my bed in the hopes of at least being able to give him a satisfactory spanking. i don't know if it was the hard paddle or the fact that i had never used it before, but my maid had to stop after 10 or 15 spanks! i daresay my maid was a bit of a...(am i gonna go there? i'm so going there)...sissy. (OH I TOTALLY JUST MADE THAT JOKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind that. his email later that night said he'd be better next time and would be happy to serve his princess once again. and my room is pristine enough for even the most finicky of parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-308876141334748883?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/308876141334748883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=308876141334748883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/308876141334748883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/308876141334748883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2007/12/housecleaning.html' title='housecleaning'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-4947829113384158061</id><published>2007-12-14T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T08:01:03.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d-day</title><content type='html'>yes, my friends...i was deflowered 5 years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy d-day to me&lt;br /&gt;happy d-day to meee&lt;br /&gt;happy d-day&lt;br /&gt;my vajayjay&lt;br /&gt;thanks me eternallyyyyy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-4947829113384158061?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/4947829113384158061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=4947829113384158061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4947829113384158061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/4947829113384158061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2007/12/d-day.html' title='d-day'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-3046662940451149186</id><published>2007-12-07T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:05:21.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season</title><content type='html'>or, the obligatory crap-it's-cold-and-depressing-and-i-intend-to-drink-myself-into-a-stupor-surrounded-by-awkward-relatives holiday gift guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, like most doe-eyed young bloggers, am loath to refuse requests from my &lt;a href="http://thesexcarnival.com"&gt;blog mommy&lt;/a&gt;, and when she asked me to post a gift-giving guide i decided to rise to the occasion.  i know how important such lists can be because i am horrible at giving gifts.  my method for figuring out what people want for [insert solstice-occurring holiday here] is to simply ask them.  for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: so hey, [insert slightly older sister's name here], what do you want for atheist-children-get-presents day?&lt;br /&gt;sister: oh i dunno, maybe a book?  or like some money?  or chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;me: chocolate?  you want this kit-kat bar i have in my purse?&lt;br /&gt;sister: ...um, how about we just not get each other gifts this year.&lt;br /&gt;me: okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, figuring out what people actually want for their chosen holiday is an important first step to gift-giving.  don't be like my aunt, who gives me socks with reindeer on them which i promptly regift to a homeless man.  if you can't ask people what they want directly, i'd suggest figuring out what they like and giving them something based on that.  for instance, if someone likes music, give them a cd.  but wait, what kind of music do they like??  how's this: if someone likes &lt;em&gt;rock&lt;/em&gt; music, give them a &lt;em&gt;rock &lt;/em&gt;cd.  dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an exception to this: if someone's a pretentious git like me, don't get them something in their field of expertise.  i probably already have indiefuck band's latest synthesizer-based electronic glitch opera.  the trick here is to get the snob in your life something &lt;em&gt;tangential &lt;/em&gt;to their passion.  how about a theremin-based futuristic dystopian electrofunk concept album?  or the early memoirs of brian eno?  or a half-pound of shrooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, you get the basic point.  due to the glories of late capitalism, there are a wide variety of gifts you can currently give your loved one/friend/brat kid/awkward coworker/awkward coworker's kid.  here are some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your partner(s): &lt;/em&gt;i should dearly hope that you have some inkling of what your partner likes by now.  i mean, you have been fucking for two years.  does he read novels or &lt;em&gt;penthouse&lt;/em&gt;?  does she wear jewelry or flannel?  is [insert genderneutral pronoun friendly to transpeople] a 1st, 2nd or 3rd-wave feminist?  i don't know.  &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;do.  or at least you should.  and if you don't, you should know whether or not you can tastefully broach the subject or forego gift-giving entirely in favour of a nice dinner and heaps of tantric sex.  if you can't think of something nice to do for your partner around the holidays, even if it's just giving them a cyanide capsule for when they have to go celebrate xmas with the extended family, then you might as well break up because you are made of fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for your platonic friend(s): &lt;/em&gt;with friends it's usually easier.  you certainly wanna do something nice for them but there isn't quite as much at stake when you're not fucking them.  (what, it's true!)  and it's usually easier to ask them what sort of thing they'd enjoy getting too.  i find that the best platonic friend-presents capitalise on an overplayed inside joke.  remember that time you passed out getting a lapdance at a strip club??  i do too, that's why i got you this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peekaboo-PKB-006-PEEKABOO-DANCING/dp/B000FJTONA"&gt;peekaboo poledancing kit&lt;/a&gt;!!  (come to think of it you could get this for your partners too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for coworkers: &lt;/em&gt;you're not bffs, you just work together.  don't get them a $50 present, don't get them a book about jesus, don't get them a thong.  but also don't get them anything work-related.  when in doubt, give them wine.  only assholes don't appreciate a decent bottle of wine.  even if they don't drink it, they have friends and parents who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for children: &lt;/em&gt;this is tricky.  it really depends on the age range.  if they're younger than age 10 all you really have to worry about is giving them something they won't choke on.  older than that i'd suggest instilling hatred of god into them by giving them phillip pullman's his dark materials trilogy.  in all seriousness, three of the best books i've ever had the pleasure of reading.  and you KNOW the movies are gonna fuck it up, so you better plan on setting the record straight now while they're still impressionable enough to be told they enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for parents: &lt;/em&gt;your parents will usually start dropping hints shortly before thanksgiving.  if you're still totally clueless as to what they want by the time your particular family holiday rolls around, try the coworker technique of getting them their favourite liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me: &lt;/em&gt;how bout an eighth of herb and a rent cheque?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-3046662940451149186?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/3046662940451149186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=3046662940451149186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/3046662940451149186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/3046662940451149186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='tis the season'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-5990742972536946298</id><published>2007-11-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:40:14.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smut turntable</title><content type='html'>sorry, this post doesn't have any pictures.  but it does have a link to the &lt;a href="http://smutturntable.blogspot.com"&gt;smut turntable&lt;/a&gt;, where i am the guest dj this week!  many thanks to &lt;a href="http://onelifetaketwo.blogspot.com"&gt;jefferson&lt;/a&gt; for posting my songs, half of which i first heard watching the incomparable &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0120879/"&gt;velvet goldmine&lt;/a&gt;.  enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-5990742972536946298?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/5990742972536946298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=5990742972536946298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5990742972536946298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5990742972536946298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2007/11/smut-turntable.html' title='smut turntable'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-6195325618067656084</id><published>2007-11-12T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:26:02.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bodypainting</title><content type='html'>or, i pretend to be a robot for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkdsM8AKgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pGmh76OXI34/s1600-h/blogger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkdsM8AKgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pGmh76OXI34/s320/blogger1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132165895589734914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this shoot rocked.  i biked to this guy's house, mere blocks from me, at 9:30 in the morning, and i didn't leave until 1:30 in the afternoon.  shave at least a half-hour off each end for applying and removing bodypaint.  first they did me up in silver and black like some kind of mechanical tiger.  and i busted out my ballerina poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/Rzkekc8AKhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6brvTHLmBMU/s1600-h/blogger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/Rzkekc8AKhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/6brvTHLmBMU/s320/blogger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132166861957376530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkfRc8AKiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3Y8BsL3D9z4/s1600-h/blogger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkfRc8AKiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3Y8BsL3D9z4/s320/blogger3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132167635051489826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then they decided to sponge on some gold bodypaint too.  the raised skin from my newest tattoo made me look extra roboty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/Rzkh_c8AKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/UhPlqxDg7H0/s1600-h/blogger5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/Rzkh_c8AKkI/AAAAAAAAABI/UhPlqxDg7H0/s320/blogger5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170624348727874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we broke out the pollock-style green paint.  i look like i've been spooged on by a martian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiAM8AKlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CtFrlucJFFA/s1600-h/blogger6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiAM8AKlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/CtFrlucJFFA/s320/blogger6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170637233629778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiAc8AKmI/AAAAAAAAABY/TWte8C9MMck/s1600-h/blogger7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiAc8AKmI/AAAAAAAAABY/TWte8C9MMck/s320/blogger7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170641528597090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eventually everything got all nice and smeared.  the best part about getting painted is messing up the job!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiBM8AKnI/AAAAAAAAABg/9WRy5T1yN80/s1600-h/blogger8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiBM8AKnI/AAAAAAAAABg/9WRy5T1yN80/s320/blogger8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170654413498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiBs8AKoI/AAAAAAAAABo/NdVWmVTBFm8/s1600-h/blogger9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkiBs8AKoI/AAAAAAAAABo/NdVWmVTBFm8/s320/blogger9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132170663003433602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had to practically bathe in baby oil to get this all off.  fuck that was fun.  next time i wanna lay a big tarp on the floor, dump paint on it and roll around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to email if you want more, i have 366 more photos of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-6195325618067656084?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/6195325618067656084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=6195325618067656084' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6195325618067656084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/6195325618067656084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2007/11/bodypainting.html' title='bodypainting'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/RzkdsM8AKgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pGmh76OXI34/s72-c/blogger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044126005574242192.post-5881505466423574744</id><published>2007-11-11T10:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:42:00.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>startover!</title><content type='html'>okay, so considering that:&lt;br /&gt;1. i have a gajillion other blogs,&lt;br /&gt;2. i wasn't really using this one for anything, and&lt;br /&gt;3. i have a bunch of TFP photos i'm not doing anything with right now,&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to revamp this into a photoblog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's how it's gonna work.  i'll post a few sundry photos from recent TFP sessions every now and then, and if you want any more or have questions for me you can email me at desirecollective at gmail dot com.  i'd be especially interested in feedback from photographers and other models.  also, let me know if you're interested in working with me!  i'm based in dc and am eventually hoping to start a collectivised adult entertainment website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044126005574242192-5881505466423574744?l=desirecollective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/feeds/5881505466423574744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7044126005574242192&amp;postID=5881505466423574744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5881505466423574744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044126005574242192/posts/default/5881505466423574744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desirecollective.blogspot.com/2007/11/startover.html' title='startover!'/><author><name>desire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443830173672108268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_El5DdG4LMMw/SROIhc4tFzI/AAAAAAAAADw/jHHaHhX06gg/S220/hookonymous.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
