tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85877016526300458282012-02-06T22:42:45.949-08:00Dispatches from FantasiaQueen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-24974778779655913622012-02-06T22:41:00.000-08:002012-02-06T22:41:31.125-08:002012-02-06T22:41:31.125-08:00Tales of house huntingWe have been house-hunting for at least two months now, and let me tell you it's an interesting process. I'd liken it to relationships--you meet, you fall in love, they're falling apart so you have to move on.<br />
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Perhaps I find it draining because my mind links close associations between looking for a house and looking for love. In this instance though infidelity is encouraged. I walk into a place, and fall in love, and yet still need to look at other places. So I sneak around on the house that I am in love with. <br />
And like losing your virginity (your home-buying virginity) it happens not all at once but in little stages. <br />
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Here, is my series of firsts:<br />
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The first house we visited: <br />
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This little gem was in Glenora. In that neighborhood unless you are making six figures and can afford a million dollar home, you end up getting some tiny--but charming--house. Inside was cute, and they had a Roomba! I mean, I know they probably didn't plan to leave it behind but I couldn't help but feel like it classed up the place.<br />
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Everything was going along swell in the tour. The owners had a big dog crate and a dog bowl that most freshwater fish could happily reside in. I mean that thing was for serious water drinking dogs only. Baxter would probably drown if he tired to drink out of that dish. <br />
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Upstairs we stepped into what was decorated to be a child's room, and into a huge puddle of what I can only assume is the recycled contents of the water bowl. The ceiling had no signs of water damage. Having stepped in cold dog piss somewhat cooled my feelings towards the house. <br />
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The first house I fell in love with (through pictures):<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITKVZKjZwWE/TyoYwYwfj2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/yXGZp189BWI/s1600/65045155_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITKVZKjZwWE/TyoYwYwfj2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/yXGZp189BWI/s320/65045155_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The outside of the house is an interesting mix of wood and stone. The inside is an eclectic mixture of old and new. The kitchen is beautiful--all new granite counter tops and dark pecan wood cupboard. One problem, it only had a mini fridge cleverly disguised as a cabinet. <br />
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The lack of a main fridge in the kitchen made the house a no-go for Tyler. But I pleaded my case. C'mon there's a fridge in the basement, and you can put some stuff in the cupboard and who the hell needs a fridge in their kitchen.<br />
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I'd convinced myself he was just getting in the way of my happiness. Until we saw the basement. It had a furnace that was almost as old as the two of us combined. You'd probably have to hire someone to shovel coal into the damn thing. That, and oh yeah, the foundation has a huge crack in it. You could it your fist in the gaping hole. No "that's what she said jokes allowed".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-2497477877965591362?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-73171643295607393662012-02-03T17:04:00.001-08:002012-02-03T17:04:50.793-08:002012-02-03T17:04:50.793-08:00DamnSo I just wrote this super long and hilarious post about house hunting and then when I tried to post I was redirected to the sign in page.<br />
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Blogging is a bitch sometimes.<br />
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Seriously it was probably the best thing I've ever written. I'm sorry you didn't get to read it. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-7317164329560739366?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-28724575323252233352012-01-07T23:26:00.000-08:002012-01-07T23:26:27.900-08:002012-01-07T23:26:27.900-08:00Eden BloggersAn exciting development in 2012:<br />
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As a part of regular posting I decided I needed some motivation. Comments are great, but I seem to collect the very sparsely. I need some chatter boxes to come over to my blog.<br />
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Anyway I have joined <a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/">Eden Fantasys</a> and am writing "sponsored posts" where you say things, and I gather they prefer positive comments, and they give you gift cards.<br />
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</tbody></table>They have other options to, You can write for the Ambassadors program, which is pretty much the same thing or, you can write sex toy reviews! Eden provides one free product a month for an honest review. They even have products considered "safe for work". Candles, massages (nothing dirty about the classic Hitachi Magic wand), and lotions. <br />
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Myself, I think I am going to get something that glows in the dark. I was hoping for some glow-in-the dark bubble bath, but they have some finger paints that look pretty kick ass. Pretty much I'll settle for anything to entertain me. I seem to be a computer game (Civilization IV) widow these days.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/knead-me-massage-set/adult-toys-dvds-28907">knead me massage</a> kit looks pretty good too. I think I could probably even bring that thing in the office...except for the candle. Although I have used Jimmyjane candles before and they are amazing! They smell sooo good and the candle melts into an oil that is just a nice warm temperature--not scalding hot candle wax. It's all white too so I think it'll make a good wedding gift!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-2872457532325223335?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-47458343134729263442011-12-14T00:34:00.000-08:002011-12-14T00:46:50.705-08:002011-12-14T00:46:50.705-08:00Reluctant AdulthoodDespite having legally functioned as an adult for six-ish years there are still quite a few things that surprise me. One of them is that weird phenomenon of time...it moves forward...always...and faster and faster the older you get. Unless it's close to vacation time, then days slow to a crawl.<br />
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4 things that surprise me about being an adult<br />
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4. People ask me for my opinion<br />
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Whether work or home it always throws me for a loop when someone wants my advice. A part of me is thinking you are crazy for asking me! Another part of me is secretly pleased and I feel very wise. Maybe even self-important.<br />
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For me, asking for advice is a compliment to the person I am asking. It means I think that they are wise/intelligent/experienced or just have a great perspective. I know I have some amazing people in my life who can always offer perspective. People I can call and rant to, and argue with, that will leave me with an idea and be gracious enough to allow me to think I came up with it myself.<br />
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3. I like sleeping, and think it's important<br />
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Between the years 16-22 I thought of sleep as more of an optional thing. Nice to do if you have some time to kill/ are burnt out, but not really something that you do all the time. There were movies to watch, conversations to have, songs to dance to, and sometimes even homework to do. All of that was more important then sleep.<br />
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I'd finish up a party at 4:00 and think ok I can nap for two hours an go to work! Awesome. Now, if I tried a mango-kicker move like that I would be caught sleeping at my desk. <br />
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This is funny, because it's 1:26 A.M. and I should be sleeping...but I'm blogging. Life is all about priorities.<br />
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2. I buy things because they have fiber in them...and I care! <br />
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I bought this "Skinny B" cereal because skinny b-ness is a lifelong ambition of mine. Beyond mere vanity though I have started to concern myself with healthy eating for the sake of nutrition. I've started to think about diabetes and fatty liver disease. I've started to think that pizza may not be the perfect combination of the four food groups. Maybe.<br />
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1. I am officially "too old for this shit"<br />
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Being too old for this shit has nothing to do with your age. It's more of a state of mind. That being said, it may show an inkling of maturity. <br />
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There's experiences. I used to want to go to every event and every party that was happening. I used to want to be the center of the universe and receive millions of texts per day. I used to lament not being the most important and interesting person in the room, and I would obnoxiously strive to achieve that.<br />
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I've found acceptance in being who I am. People become less malleable as time goes on, and while I am young enough to be flexible I am old enough not to need to shape myself for other people. I look at my young nieces and nephews and watch them struggle with peer acceptance. I watch them try on new roles and personalities. I watch them become ever more fully themselves. As this happens, I'm so pleased that I don't do that anymore. I am too old for that shit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-4745834313472926344?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-7159632576769291352011-11-30T22:55:00.000-08:002011-11-30T22:55:51.433-08:002011-11-30T22:55:51.433-08:00Vamoose the Sheep<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg9YCKBFUhM/TtciZ9BD6WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E7oQmqVZGfg/s1600/sheep" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cg9YCKBFUhM/TtciZ9BD6WI/AAAAAAAAAE0/E7oQmqVZGfg/s320/sheep" width="320" /></a></div>ATTN: THIS IS VAMOOSE<br />
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Or it will be when I liberate him from the "Flurries Sheepskin" store and release him into the world. Vamoose is meant to poke fun at consumerism and conceptual art. I mean, there is a certain amount of ridiculousness to carrying around a sheep. Especially a sheep that is bought from a store. A store! I plan to brand this livestock in a wholly different way. The sheep will have homemade clothing and brand name clothing. It can celebrate the major holidays.<br />
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Vamoose will accompany me to the fringe, and to sporting events (well when I go to sporting events).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-715963257676929135?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-21285833033365269672011-11-12T13:19:00.000-08:002011-11-12T13:19:45.208-08:002011-11-12T13:19:45.208-08:00Reading: Sex at DawnI'm currently reading "Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality"by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha and it's a mind blowing book that challenges the preconceptions of our prehistoric origins. <br />
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I've been reading it for awhile...it's one of those books that are meant to be chewed and digested slowly. Although the writing deals with science it is laid out in a straightforward and often entertaining bent. the central premise of the book outlines how far monogamy, the presumed norm in our society, may be from the hunter-gatherer mode of sexuality. Complete with discussion of sperm competition and the plunger penis (that removes any sperm that may be existing in the woman's vagina) it's really a book worth reading. It will challenge your ideologies.<br />
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One of my favorite passages:<br />
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"<em>For centuries, theorists have claimed that married, monogamous couples are the natural unit of human society, a claim that doesn't explain why everyone</em><em> —</em><em> from politicians to preachers — has so much trouble staying faithful. The following excerpt, from the book Dan Savage called "the single most important book about human sexuality since Alfred Kinsey," makes a different argument, against monogamy.</em><br />
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Evolutionary psychology’s standard narrative contains several clanging contradictions, but one of the most discordant involves female libido. Females, we’re told again and again, are the choosy, reserved sex. Men spend their energies trying to impress women — flaunting expensive watches, packaging themselves in shiny new sports cars, clawing their way to positions of fame, status, and power — all to convince coy females to part with their closely guarded sexual favors. For women, the narrative holds that sex is about the security — emotional and material — of the relationship, not the physical pleasure. Darwin agreed with this view. The “coy” female who “requires to be courted” is deeply embedded in his theory of sexual selection.<br />
If women were as libidinous as men, we’re told, society itself would collapse. Lord Acton was only repeating what everyone knew in 1875 when he declared, “The majority of women, happily for them and for society, are not very much troubled with sexual feeling of any kind.”<br />
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And yet, despite repeated assurances that women aren’t particularly sexual creatures, in cultures around the world men have gone to extraordinary lengths to control female libido: female genital mutilation, head-to-toe chadors, medieval witch burnings, chastity belts, suffocating corsets, muttered insults about “insatiable” whores, pathologizing, paternalistic medical diagnoses of nymphomania or hysteria, the debilitating scorn heaped on any female who chooses to be generous with her sexuality . . . all parts of a worldwide campaign to keep the supposedly low-key female libido under control. Why the electrified high-security razor-wire fence to contain a kitty-cat?". <br />
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I'd first heard about it on Dan Savage's Savage Love Cast. He has an interview with Christopher Ryan which you can listen to <a href="http://castroller.com/podcasts/SavageLovePodcast/1718051-Savage%20Love%20Episode%20194">here</a>. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-2128583303336526967?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-88469020191141732212011-04-30T11:25:00.000-07:002011-04-30T11:25:56.623-07:002011-04-30T11:25:56.623-07:00Merge MagazineI've been doing some freelance magazine writing! You can read the stories of a ballet dancer gone brewmaster and the delightful tales of three talented (and beautiful) woman musicians if you follow these links:<br />
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<a href="http://dev.mergemag.ca/2011/04/29/crafting-the-perfect-local-brew/">Beer </a><br />
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<a href="http://www.mergemag.ca/category/now/">Beauty</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-8846902019114173221?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-3893249724311218042011-02-27T18:45:00.000-08:002011-02-27T18:45:10.231-08:002011-02-27T18:45:10.231-08:00Death of an Icon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5s2lbq6I4WU/TWsJYa0fI1I/AAAAAAAAACU/GqrwHclcR24/s1600/187741_799155077_6204758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5s2lbq6I4WU/TWsJYa0fI1I/AAAAAAAAACU/GqrwHclcR24/s320/187741_799155077_6204758_n.jpg" width="279" /></a></div>I was very sad to hear of the death of a woman that I had not known for a long time, but had nevertheless come to regard as more than a friend. Her name is Therese Lebeau and she was known by many as the Shambhala Grandma. While a noisy music festival is not on every seniors list of favorite things, grandma delighted in going to Shambhala to spread her own variety of love--the grandma hug.<br />
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I was blessed to be able to spend one Shambhala with grandma and, in hindsight, it was a life changing summer. Grandma meant many things to many people. She was the very embodiment of grandmotherly love. Her hugs were tight and fiercely affectionate and her smile was warm. She was forever coming out of her camper with some homemade treat to give to us while we lounged in the sun.<br />
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She saw kindness and love in everyone because she was so much of these things herself. There are countless pictures on facebook of grandma giving hugs--and she's smiling in all of them. <br />
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For me, she will always be the pinnacle of my experience at Shambhala. It amazes me that someone would be able to dedicate their summer to making other people feel loved and cherished and find fulfillment through that. Her dedication to compassion was on par with that of other well-loved women. It's not a stretch to consider her a hip Mother Theresa. <br />
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So, to my Shambhala grandma I say adieu. I know that you're making heaven a brighter place.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"Chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté<br />
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique<br />
le ciel<br />
nos moments plaisants volent<br />
à l'amoureux passionné<br />
êtes vous vivant?<br />
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes<br />
voici ne tomber aucune lumière<br />
vous faites ne pas entendre<br />
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté<br />
l'amour a été chanté mille manières"</div><br />
Thank you for teaching me, and everyone in our Shambhala family, that love is truly endless. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-389324972431121804?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-59420422041742505182011-02-22T20:13:00.000-08:002011-02-22T20:13:28.212-08:002011-02-22T20:13:28.212-08:00Write NightI moved over to the east side of Edmonton recently. Before I moved, if you asked me what was on the east side of Edmonton I would have been hard pressed to answer you. Now, I would probably tell you that besides Ada Boulevard, where some beautiful mansions are, and a coffee shop that closes way to early there's not a lot going on over here.<br />
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But, both my roommate and my landlord are writers, so right now we are all sitting together on the couch typing furiously into our separate computers. It's nice to not have to write in isolation sometimes. Plus, you can poll people for correct answers to grammatical questions or opinions on accents. I used them earlier when I was wondering if "east" should be capitalised (only if it refers to a specific place and not a general location). <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/w0ffwDYo00Q/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0ffwDYo00Q&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-5942042204174250518?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-52203638804271819152011-02-21T12:55:00.000-08:002011-02-21T12:55:46.810-08:002011-02-21T12:55:46.810-08:00Stitches and Knits, Kibbles and Bits<b>How's Life Paradis?</b> <br />
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It's been a lazy day today--a lazy non-writing day most likely. Blog excluded. Sort of a what's up with you blog.<br />
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The wonderful thing about blogs is how self-indulgent you can be. It's all about me, me me. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sr6jjyR0RL8/TWLNieTrg7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8ff9wh3iCOQ/s1600/Photo+296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sr6jjyR0RL8/TWLNieTrg7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/8ff9wh3iCOQ/s320/Photo+296.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Right now, I'm watching Tyler and Baxter sleep. Baxter, the dog, snores. He's also wearing the sweater that I knit for him. That thing took forever!<br />
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<b>How's The Writing Going?</b><br />
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The Hearbreak Blog will be up really soon--it's sort of an extension to this blog. A relationship advice blog. I'll put up the link once the text has been uploaded. <br />
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I've finished some content writing for an environmental website, so I'm putting those writing for the web skills to work!<br />
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I'm writing some articles for ehow too. They range from boring to pretty interesting depending what topics are available. It's not hard hitting journalism, but it helps to keep some of those banshee-like bill collectors away. <br />
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Here's a few of my favorites:<br />
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<a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_7871502_write-love-scene-screenplay.html">How to Write a Love Scene in a Screenplay</a><br />
<a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_7782408_drape-indian-sari.html">How to Drape an Indian Sari</a><br />
<a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_7794893_paint-coffee-cans.html">How to Paint Coffee Cans </a><br />
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I am also writing an article on the different types of sex on the internet. Stay tuned for that one, it's going to be good!<br />
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Here's a snippet from the beginning:<br />
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</style> <span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;">In this plethora of pleasure lurks both light and dark forces. On one hand, the ability to fulfill fantasy, often with the safety of anonymity exists; on the other, a force that creates sexual compulsion that is said to ruin relationships and sacrifice social lives."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-5220363880427181915?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-53969342005576451192011-01-07T13:18:00.001-08:002011-01-07T13:18:14.076-08:002011-01-07T13:18:14.076-08:00SurveyHello!<br />
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Help me do some research on internet sexuality by completing this survey!<br />
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http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/XHRG9NZ <br />
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Cheers,<br />
Danielle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-5396934200557645119?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-71205852033321723092010-10-06T10:23:00.000-07:002010-10-06T10:23:42.536-07:002010-10-06T10:23:42.536-07:00Nearly there<b>Has it really been three long months of silence? </b><br />
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Maybe time really does speed up as you get older.<br />
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I'm not sure I'm in the mood for any humorous or angry feminine dissection of anything at the moment, but I do feel strangely obligated to update my blog. <br />
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This September marks the last semester of classes I will have to take for my degree. After this, it's all practicum. Blissfully, I have my work placement lined up and all that I require is an instructor.<br />
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My enthusiasm for classes has waned considerably and my spirits are further dampened by 8am classes five days a week. Once I'm there, I find that most classes are tolerable and I am taking classes that are a lot shorter than the three-hour format I am used to. <br />
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At the apartment, everything is covered in cat hair. I'm brushing it off of the keyboard as I type. I'm looking for a new place to live, and I have dreams of a comfy little studio apartment. <br />
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I'm also snuggled into a blanket and I've just finished reading some Nabokov. In celebration, here are s few quotes:<br />
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<span class="body">It's a pity one can't imagine what one can't compare to anything. Genius is an African who dreams up snow.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna387179.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span> <br />
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<span class="body">Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna109363.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span> <br />
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<span class="body">Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna383936.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span> <br />
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<span class="body">My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna125535.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span> <br />
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<span class="body">No author has created with less emphasis such pathetic characters as Chekhov has.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna398703.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span> <br />
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<span class="body">Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna401537.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span> <br />
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<span class="body">Nothing revives the past so completely as a smell that was once associated with it.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna385288.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span><br />
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<span class="body">There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.</span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"> <a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/v/vladimirna395697.html">Vladimir Nabokov</a> </span><br />
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Further reading calls me, and watching the cat curl up on yet-unpacked boxes to sleep has given me the impulse to dream also.<br />
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</b><br />
<b><em>À</em> la prochaine,</b><br />
Danielle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-7120585203332172309?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-4933208018394147932010-06-17T00:36:00.000-07:002010-06-17T00:37:06.912-07:002010-06-17T00:37:06.912-07:00Luvana every minute of it.<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">I can’t recall exactly why, but I was recently up late one evening browsing the fake vagina/ ass section of a popular online sex store. There was one model in particular that caught me eye. It’s by Topco and it’s called the <b>Carmen Luvana Missionary Style Cyberskin Vibe Pussy and Ass</b>. That is a long fucking title, and while it is pretty descriptive I wouldn’t consider it catchy. I would suggest changing the name to something more memorable: iAssVibe maybe or, perhaps Fake Twat 2000 (the FT 2000 for shortsies). </div><div class="MsoNormal">The description begins with: “Get it how you really want it”. Fake, plastic, and expensive. The damn thing cost about $200 plus shipping and handling. I figure you could probably pick up a hooker for $200 and the shipping would be here jumping into your car. As for handling, well there’s a common expression that comes to mind. You don’t pay a prostitute to have sex with you; you pay him or her to leave after. </div><div class="MsoNormal">The masturbation accessory is shaped like a cross section of the erotic zone. The labia and vaginal entrance look in order, and of course that little pleasure button known as the clitoris is elegantly understated—how typically male. It’s the anus that really weird’s me out. It looks like the after-effect of some sort of internal combustion. </div><div class="MsoNormal">So while I was staring at this flesh-tone half-an-ass creation (and thinking that Dr Frankenstein’s monster has almost no weird factor by comparison) I realized that Carmen Luvana must be a real person, and I had no idea who she was.</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I looked her up. She is, of course a porn star. I’m not sure what I was expecting it’s not as though you are likely to find a vagina modeled after Hilary Clinton (yes, I looked). I also came across a Luvana inspired blow up doll that terrified and disturbed me. Her tits are literally just stuck on to her body and the female sex organ looks like it was punctured. It comes with attachable ass or vagina bits. It was her expression that really got to me though, it is a combination of confusion and undiluted rage. It’s somewhere between a battle cry and not getting a witty innuendo. The look clearly states: “Hey! You just punched my box out!”</div><div class="MsoNormal">See blow up Luvana for yourself <a href="http://www.blowmeupsexdolls.com/Images/Blown/CarmenLuvana9-2.jpg">here</a>!<a href="http://www.blowmeupsexdolls.com/Images/Blown/CarmenLuvana9-2.jpg"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">I guess masturbatory aids are nice, but I’m going to be honest with you: a cross-section vagina-n’-ass combo inspired by a lemon tart porn star is just another thing that I hate about capitalism.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-493320801839414793?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-24158368114178045552010-05-31T23:39:00.000-07:002010-05-31T23:41:01.316-07:002010-05-31T23:41:01.316-07:00Sexist and the City?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://wonderwomanvee.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://wonderwomanvee.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>On Saturday I went to see the second installment of the Sex and the City movie series. Sex and the City was, as I'm sure many of you know, a successful television series that ran for six seasons. It was a departure from the typical depiction of women on television. These women were sassy, smart, and openly sexual. Now I don't mean to imply that they have completely escaped the ideologies of Western society, they are thin, rich, and somewhat self-absorbed, but they were a pretty good start.<br />
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My issue isn't with the four fabulous ladies though it's with the male response to the movies. My issue is that everything related to the feminine seems to be so worthy of scorn. Men all over the continent (and even my Uncle overseas) are whining about the mere possibility that they may have to go watch a "chick flick" where there will be "female porn". Considering that a large majority of the movies out there pander to the male tastes and show acres of tanned perfect, female flesh you think that throwing a bone (pardon the pun) to the female audiences here and there would not cause such an uproar.<br />
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The sequel to the hugely popular movie shows that studios are banking on the power of female audiences. Like Harlequin and even Twilight people who are paying attention can see that women, and even teenage girls, do have the power to influence the market. <br />
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My boyfriend came with me and my roommate (who is a straight football loving Newfoundlander that also happens to enjoy SATC) after I told him I would not tolerate any whining or mention of being forced to see some movie. Being a sensitive new-aged male, he assured me nothing like that was going to happen. As the usher ripped the tickets and directed us to the theater he turned and apologized to my boyfriend. Because of course, I MUST be forcing him to attend something so hopelessly awful as a movie that has female protagonists. No one apologizes to me when I go with him to see the newest Marvel comic book hero, because of course, that's expected. <br />
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Until the world learns to view things that are considered feminine as worthwhile. Until women can provide entertainment that goes beyond removing their clothes, we are never going to get anywhere.<br />
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So grow up gentlemen. If you don't want to see the movie, don't go see it. But if your "forced" to see it, and you feel the need to complain cite a useful, intelligent argument, and *spoiler alert* given the movies superficial, cliched treatment of Middle Eastern culture you won't have to look too far.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-2415836811417804555?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-84841422086020465012010-04-19T12:27:00.000-07:002010-04-19T12:27:29.346-07:002010-04-19T12:27:29.346-07:00Brilliant ad...<object height="405" width="500"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRf35wCmzWw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRf35wCmzWw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"></embed></object><br />
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I just saw this on television today. I have to say it is probably the best tampon commercial that I have ever seen. Such commercials do have a tendency to over do the the white dresses, kittens, and dancing. <br />
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Most of us just shove a cotton based product between our legs and go about the monotony of life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-8484142208602046501?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-66104138728324824602010-04-12T11:09:00.000-07:002010-04-12T11:09:28.433-07:002010-04-12T11:09:28.433-07:00Irregular Greeting Cards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://myabsurdlife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54fc4bed28834012875eeb785970c-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://myabsurdlife.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54fc4bed28834012875eeb785970c-800wi" width="286" /></a></div><br />
I know that sending greeting cards for any occasion has become an outdated concept. Many people forgo the careful selection of a card, the penning of an additional sentiment in the cards, and the dreaded wetting of the glue on the cards envelope usually with your tongue (I've always been fond of the taste). Instead they send a quick facebook message, text, or e-card. <br />
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Well, these forms of communication may work for the mundane moments of life like birthdays, weddings, and funerals but some situations cry out for something a little more personal.<br />
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A few essentials for common occasions:<br />
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Dear Ex Boyfriend/Girlfriend<br />
I'm sorry I slept with your best friend :D<br />
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I'm sorry I gave you ____________ (insert cold, scabies, or STD of your choice)<br />
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Congratulations on your new baby ...<br />
(inside card)<br />
Did you ever find out who the father was?<br />
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But wait, there's more!<br />
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Endless possibilities await you once you start handing out cards for unusual situations. Remember that friend who promised to help you move but didn't show up? Imagine a personalized greeting card that depicts you throwing out your back lifting a heavy couch!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-6610413872832482460?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-531824911703009632010-04-03T19:05:00.001-07:002010-04-03T22:08:30.591-07:002010-04-03T22:08:30.591-07:00Rope BandageI have a recent article written for intercamp (warning it's a little sexy) but not, like, toooooo sexy. <br />
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It was a really fun experience and I learned about a fascinating phenomenon called "rope space" that is much like "head space" but it occurs when you are bound and tied in ropes. While I didn't experience this personally, there were a few other people in the group who were more familiar with bondage.<br />
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We covered four techniques (some ties, some wraps) that you can use. Most of them take a little practice. Here's the article if I've piqued your interest:<br />
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<a href="http://www.intercamp.ca/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=922:getting-knotty-bondage&catid=38:opinion&Itemid=30">Getting Knotty!</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-53182491170300963?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-59033239442701248892010-03-28T11:52:00.001-07:002010-03-28T11:52:53.773-07:002010-03-28T11:52:53.773-07:00<div><embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="image=http://adland.tv/adland_video/149107/3997/thumb.jpg&skin=http://adland.tv/sites/default/modules/adland_video/modieus.swf&file=http://adland.tv/adland_video/149107/3997/embed.mp4&plugins=viral-2&viral.allowmenu=true&viral.link=http://adland.tv/commercials/nutrigrain-i-feel-great-spec-2003-130-canada&viral.onpause=true&viral.oncomplete=true&viral.functions=embed,link" height="332" src="http://adland.tv/sites/default/modules/swftools/shared/flash_media_player/player.swf" width="533"></embed><br />
<a href="http://adland.tv/commercials/nutrigrain-i-feel-great-spec-2003-130-canada">Nutrigrain - I feel Great - SPEC - (2003) 1:30 (Canada)</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-5903323944270124889?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-20450111059698261492010-03-20T11:01:00.001-07:002010-04-12T11:19:11.297-07:002010-04-12T11:19:11.297-07:00Sxxy ArticleI’m obsessed with sex. I have been since I was 14 years old. Ever since then I’ve been cruising the sex and sexuality sections in bookstores, downloading porn, and trawling my browser’s history to see what my boyfriends were watching. At this point I feel compelled to explain: I’m not a nymphomaniac.<br />
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This compulsion began when I realized that there was this whole section of life that no one was going to tell me about. I went to Catholic school where the closest we came to the subject was when my lab partner and I memorized the anatomy of the penis and the inner workings of a woman. Prior to that, I read a thoroughly unsatisfactory piece in one of my religion textbooks that touted the virtues of abstinence a la a “treasure box” allegory complete with secret names. Gag.<br />
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My family was always open to answering any questions that I brought to them, but there are some things you are never going to ask your family, mostly out of fear that they will regard your curiosity as abhorrent.<br />
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I began my search for sexuality in books—the adult ones by people like V.C. Andrews that my mother read, and the many Harlequin romances left behind by my aunt. Incest, affairs, forbidden love and flowery language titillated me, but like a drug my tolerance increased and I needed more.<br />
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I was 17 before I had a boyfriend, and by that time my sexual encounters were limited to a few gropes in a boy’s parent’s basement. Literature remained my teacher of all things sex-related. In desperation I turned to the most sexual books I could find: Harlequin romances.<br />
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Unfortunately, romances are not the best medium for an introduction into sexuality. They flooded my head with words like “nether lips” and “manhood” while convincing me that missionary was a thoroughly satisfying sexual position and women came 100 per cent of the time.<br />
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While adult females may recognize that this patent wholesome-as-apple-pie sexuality is not realistic, the young generation of women, say those aged 17 to 19, may end up with false expectations of sex, and an impotent catalogue of terminology from which to draw.<br />
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Romance novels practically invented euphemisms, and as much as you will hear people denounce the romance novel, their popularity is undeniable. Harlequin Romance is a Canadian company with over 1300 authors worldwide. With 131 million books sold in 2006—half overseas and 96 per cent outside of Canada—it is both the country’s most successful publisher and one of its most prolific international businesses.<br />
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Escapism is integral to humanity. We seek out relief from the depressing monotony in many ways. Some tactics, like exercise, are lauded while others, like romance novels, are laughed at. But the problem isn’t the escapism; it’s the lack of thoughtful variation on the themes of sex and sensuality.<br />
I eventually parted ways from my romance novels when I realized I had never met a man who even faintly resembled these greased-up poster boys of fiction. Furthermore, I realized I didn’t want them to.<br />
The real charm in sex is that it is neither dignifying nor clean. It’s every bit as savage as rolling in dank river mud. That’s why it’s so much fun.<br />
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So, while International Women’s Day will have passed by the time this gets to press I would still like to recommend some readings for the sisters (but not just the sisters, because boys are bound to enjoy this too).<br />
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Pick up Anne Rice’s trilogy, The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty; it’s a hybrid of intellectual eroticism and the exploration of human desires. Oh, and it uses the word cock.<br />
<span class="article_separator"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-2045011105969826149?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-6750954796219844262010-03-05T14:06:00.000-08:002010-03-05T14:06:02.128-08:002010-03-05T14:06:02.128-08:00Bloody Hell....Have whatever opinion about it that you wish, but it takes some serious womb to be able to paint pictures with your own menstrual blood. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6ssrwx_Gdc/S5GAMAF5_hI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z3aIM06LfPc/s1600-h/tiegs-menstrala-ecstaticflight-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y6ssrwx_Gdc/S5GAMAF5_hI/AAAAAAAAABU/Z3aIM06LfPc/s320/tiegs-menstrala-ecstaticflight-600.jpg" /></a></div>Courtesy of http://menstrala.blogspot.com/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-675095479621984426?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-32986741245896766002010-02-18T14:04:00.000-08:002010-02-18T14:04:32.615-08:002010-02-18T14:04:32.615-08:00Dear world: Leave Canada alone!<blockquote>It is hard to believe anything will surpass the organisational chaos and naked commercial greed of the 1996 Summer Games in Atlanta or the financial disaster of the 1976 Games, which bankrupted Montreal, yet with every passing day the sense of drift and nervousness about the Vancouver Games grows ever more noticeable.</blockquote>That was <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/lawrencedonegan">Lawrence Donegan</a> from the Guardian.co.uk<br />
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Shut up, Mr. Donegan. <br />
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So the Olympics started of poorly, and the weather had been largely uncooperative. Isn't the magic of the Olympics the ability for memories to be made at any time? Isn't it supposed to be an event that "lights up a nation" and encourages global unity? No? Well I didn't think so either. <br />
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But on the bright side: Sunday evening Canadian <a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/olympics/vancouver/can/alexandre+bilodeau/1012843/;_ylt=ArP7alhzL6T1LI0DoadvD1VXtLV_">Alexandre Bilodeau</a> took home gold in men’s moguls.<br />
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I think our old colonizer is just a little sore that they haven't won any medals yet. France is beating them. Hehehehe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-3298674124589676600?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-59999451695062529682010-02-07T04:14:00.001-08:002010-02-07T04:14:23.034-08:002010-02-07T04:14:23.034-08:00Koo Aid HearbreakI’ll just leave it there—<br />
My heart. <br />
I’ll leave it on the floor, <br />
Like frozen kool-aid ice cubes,<br />
I’ll watch it melt. <br />
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Berry Blue,<br />
Incrediberry,<br />
Kickin Kiwi Lime,<br />
Sharkleberry FIn,<br />
& Rocadile Red. <br />
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The puddles of colours<br />
Will sit.<br />
Crystallizing, back to powder,<br />
I’ll step over them, ignoring transformations,<br />
Because nothing good comes here anymore. <br />
<br />
O fickle heart,<br />
How bad it gets, <br />
Is how real…<br />
<br />
Nothing good can come of this. <br />
There’s misery ahead. <br />
Hanging above me like great bludini ice fog. <br />
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I’m up late making Black Cherry mountains out of Strawberry moments.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-5999945169506252968?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-53047805061548599702010-01-21T13:18:00.000-08:002010-01-21T13:18:29.529-08:002010-01-21T13:18:29.529-08:00You dirty birch<a href="http://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/scotsol/homepage/news/2815615/William-Shaw-rapped-for-alleged-try-for-a-tree-bonk.html">Man tries to bonk a tree</a><br />
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Courtesy of Dave Barry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-5304780506154859970?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-29197457906334457562010-01-17T09:07:00.000-08:002010-01-17T09:07:38.153-08:002010-01-17T09:07:38.153-08:00HaitiMy condolences go out to all of the Haitians all over the world who are unsure about whether thier family members are alive. The devestation is wide-spread. It seems unfair that Haiti should have to suffer further hardships. They are already among the poorest nations in the world.<br />
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I've read somewhere that the population of Haiti is around 10 million people. The destruction and death toll are hard to wrap your head around, and while I am trying to keep abreast of the situation in Haiti it's difficult to not feel overwhealmed.<br />
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The earthquake was a 7.0 and the emerging infrastructure of Haiti could not have survived that. <br />
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I donated to the Canadian Red Cross when I first heard about the earthquake, and if you are able I encourage you to do the same. Of course, if you are not Canadian you can donate on the applicable Red Cross page. <br />
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<a href="http://www.redcross.ca/article.asp?id=000005&tid=003">Canadian Red Cross </a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-2919745790633445756?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8587701652630045828.post-11623985749329675082010-01-16T20:44:00.000-08:002010-01-16T20:44:20.538-08:002010-01-16T20:44:20.538-08:00The aboveThe beautiful photo that you notice above was from MacEwan's 2010 Nude peer support calendar. Yes, it's me. The calendar is intended to promote positive body image. The launch party was yesterday, and it was an absolute success. There was beer, bellydancing, and bands (well one band, but they performed in their underwear).<br />
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Information about the calendar is available <a href="http://www.macewan.ca/web/services/sa/home/DetailsPage.cfm?ID=11329">here</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8587701652630045828-1162398574932967508?l=sunshinetopia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Queen of Sunshinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449477150960887151noreply@blogger.com0