No, I do not wear petticoats,
my curves subdued by starch and bone.
Rather, I am joyful, basking
in ferocity, freedom
to wear red satin corsets or
grease-stained flannel and know
all the while
my hips flare just the same.
.
No, I am not bitter, angry at men,
but rather, grateful to all the women
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Wed, March 10th 2010
I’m going to talk about sex. I’m going to talk about sex and culture surrounding sex. I’m going to talk about sex and culture surrounding sex and how people have sex and how other people have sex and where to find the best sex toys and what to do when you’re not sure what to do about sex. I’ll probably use a lot more run-on sentences, include links, pictures, toy reviews, erotica, etcetera into the glorious infinity.
A little about me, for those of you wondering - who is this person who’s rambling at me? What does she want and where is she coming from? My name is Hazel, I’m a sassy queer femme who loves being roughed up, tied down, and talked dirty to. A current fantasy of mine is to work in one of San Francisco’s many ‘queer-kinky-egalitarian’ sex shops, as a sex educator. This is my starting place.
Enjoy, and may you have many orgasms, physical, mental, and otherwise.
~ Hazel
Mon, March 8th 2010
