I took an intellectual history class in my final year of university. I’ve always been interested in that kind of thing and talking to Fractal had increased my interest in it even further. It was, as I hoped it would be, intensely interesting, largely because we studied several ideas which I enjoyed analytically ripping to shreds: Sartre and existentialism, Foucault and subjectivism, de Beauvoir and feminism… In looking at feminism we were assigned to write an essay about one particular course text, an article by author Natasha Walter.

It was frankly ludicrous; a pile of über-feminist nonsense about socialisation and inequality and women in the sciences. It was fun to pull to pieces. So, skimming over an article on Comment is Free today (which attacks another angle from Walter’s book and is pretty darned good and well worth a look), I was almost gruesomely pleased to see a link to an extract from Walter’s new book, Living Dolls. I figured I’d take a look.

Walter describes the situation of forty-year-old Jim, a “self-confessed pornography addict”. Jim came across porn before the advent of the Internet, finding his father’s dirty magazines, and later videos, at a young age. As he attended a boys’ school, he devoured this material obsessively long before having any real contact with real girls. He found himself “unable to think of women except as potential pornography” and looked at them “in a purely sexual way”.

He finds the porn now available on the Internet to be, as Walter puts it, “dehumanising to women”, saying “The stuff I saw as a kid was what we called hardcore, but the idea in the text alongside was that it was based on mutual consent — mutual pleasure — but what I see now is more male domination”. He claims young men are seeing worse and worse images which change their attitude to sex for life.

Jim now finds nothing which can match up to porn. His long-term partner left him because he only knows how to “perform” sex, not feel it. Obviously, she is now very wary of the effects of pornography and its “threat” to intimacy. She says that its prevalence means that “all the innocence is lost”.

Where to start with this? Firstly, I *hardly* think that the personal testimonies of just two people who have had a bad experience with the consumption of pornography are a sound basis for any kind of theory or any claims about the effect of porn on *anyone* except the two themselves. Anecdotal ‘evidence’ is not exactly intellectually rigorous, is it, Miss Walter? (What’s the betting that that should actually be a Ms.?)

So the man is terrible with women, obsessed with porn and impersonal in bed and that is clearly and solely the fault of his early contact with the dreaded vice of seeing some people have some sex? It couldn’t *possibly* be one or more of the *many* other elements in a person’s personality and background? When someone is predisposed to obsession, do we blame the object he is obsessed with? Always? *Really*?

We also find Walter sneaking words into her witnesses mouths (“dehumanising to women”) and even blithely inserting her own viewpoint as if blessed by the speakers, attempting to connect it to their views on the matter, saying: “not only is the tone of pornography so often reliant on real or imaginary abuse of women…”

Sorry, *is* it? You can’t just say that kind of thing without some substantiation, seriously! Find me something to back that up, I’m certainly not going to take it as true. If I browse aimlessly for porn I will *not* find the vast majority, or even the majority, of it based on abusing women in any way. Heck, I only really find that stuff if I *look* for it and that’s because I happen to *like* it and I happen to be particularly searching in that specific niche. And believe me, it *is* a niche. BDSM is by no means mainstream. So, where on Earth is all this supposed abuse?

Jim says he now sees “male domination” where he once saw consent. Again, I’m really looking for some kind of substance to this claim. Show me it. Go on. Not to mention the fact that the term ‘male domination’ is so incredibly subjective and ambiguous.

In any case, Walter takes a bit of breather to talk about the prevalence of porn. She claims that “once upon a time, someone who was truly fascinated by pornography might have found, with some difficulty, 10, or 20, or 100 images to satisfy themselves”, whereas nowadays the Internet means we can get tons in just one click. I may be wrong here, but I really think that Walter has absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. Pornography was never as hard to get hold of as she thinks, OK, so the Internet certainly has made it easier, but it isn’t as if we were all innocent wee bairns before that. Has she never heard of the ‘photography clubs’ that used to be meeting places for men to share piles of dirty photos with each other? Where does she think all those hundreds and hundreds of photos of Bettie Page in bondage came from? Long before the Internet, my dear.

She claims that many people are now seeing strangers have sex before even vaguely having sex with anyone themselves. And? So, what? *I’d* certainly seen pornography before I ever had sex or even did *anything* sexual. Up to that point it was kisses only. What harm has it done me then, hmm? Not a jot. And it’s not just me. Chances are that you saw sex before having sex too. Did it do you harm? Likely not. The thing is, Walter, is that yes, many people do see sex before having it, but that’s hardly a new phenomenon. It’s been going on for a few years now. This generation of children are not the first to experience this. Quite a large number of my generation, the one before the current one, did too. So why aren’t we all sexually messed up? Why haven’t we seen a soaring rate of people with bizarre, impersonal, degrading notions about sex, love and relationships?

Don’t you think it better that children learn about sex before attempting it? Isn’t it better to learn how to operate the gears and the brakes before you get behind the wheel on the M4? Seeing sex can only help young people understand how the whole thing works, as long as they remember to take certain things with a pinch of salt. Coupled with a good sex education and support, it can only help them prepare for the real thing with less trepidation and upset.

Walter claims she rejects the classic feminist view of pornography which says it “necessarily involves or encourages abuse of women” and that she can see why some are now trying to create a pornography which gives women more opportunities. However, she sees porn as a threat to “many erotic relationships” and as characterised by “a vein of real contempt for women”, encouraging men to see women as objects and women to focus on “their sexual allure rather than their imagination or pleasure”.

Again, I’ve no idea where she’s getting this idea of contempt from, nor does she back up her claim that men see women as objects due to porn. Do I really need to rant about objectification again or does everyone already know what I’m going to say? I’ll assume the latter, but to sum up: sexual objectification does not exist on such a huge scale as many idiots imagine and where it does exist it is in no way more malignant than buying an apple.

The part about women focusing on their looks though, that she can back up – by talking to some university girls who agree they’d never have sex without shaving their ladybits. Wow. Good evidence. They want to look good for their men, how despicable! Those poor, poor creatures! Where is the harm in trying to look good for your sexual partner, hmm? Don’t we all do it? Don’t men do it? I know damn well they do, though perhaps without so much preening and fussing. What is wrong with trying to be more beautiful? If a woman wants to go and shave or put on make-up or even get bigger boobs because she wants to look better, why not? Walter seems to want to deprive women of the power to improve themselves physically and the right to alter their own bodies. Both sexes have wanted to be more attractive since the dawn of time, now it is easier for everyone to actually achieve that.

And apparently women focus on their looks rather than their own pleasure. Do they? *Really?* That’s why all those magazines like Cosmopolitan and Scarlet never tell you how to enjoy having sex, right? That’s why they never have, *without fail*, an article *every issue* telling you how to make your orgasms better or how to feel more pleasure in bed or how ‘your man’ can make you come more easily. Frankly, if there are women out there who are sublimating their own pleasure to look good, more fool them, they can hardly blame men for their own lack of sense.

She also writes of porn: “no wonder we have seen the rise of the idea that erotic experience will necessarily involve, for women, a performance in which they will be judged visually.” For women? Not men then? Not any? Never? Sorry, are you saying that men are the only ones who care about how their potential partner looks before deciding whether or not to fuck them? Bollocks. Men are judged on their looks just as much as women are. Look at Sex and the City and its constant references to big packages.

Secondly, the judging doesn’t really go all that far. Men don’t really care all that much about cellulite or a spot here and there or hair where there shouldn’t be, on the whole (yes, I do know that makes an awful pun, I’m leaving it there :P). Fractal didn’t care if I’d shaved or not, though he preferred the smooth look. When I asked Crush about this the other day he said he preferred my legs, and between them, to be smooth because it felt nicer, but he didn’t really care about my armpits. And? I prefer him to have recently washed his hair because it feels nicer. Is that a crime? Don’t we have the right to prefer things of other people? Don’t they then have the right to conform to these preferences if they want? Besides which, I know damn well that when it comes down to it, and by it I really do mean ‘it’, no-on cares if there’s stubble on your crotch because everyone’s too damn busy having fun.

The misleading, misdirected and almost entirely anecdotal talk then turns to lap dancing and prostitution. Ooh, I can see *this* is going to go well. Ellie is a girl who turned to the former when she wanted to be an actress and jobs were hard to get hold of. I’m not entirely sure what Walter thinks her story is trying to tell us, but it’s telling *me* that lap dancing is a growth market which the pretty and unashamed can make some money in, whether or not they might have to, shock horror, get a fake tan and dress like a tramp. Woe upon this poor woman and her completely free choice to make a decent amount of money on her body by stripping, an industry which, by the way, has very limited places for men.

Next we have Angela, a woman who turned to chat rooms to find no-strings encounters with men. Oddly enough, when she met random strangers on the Internet for casual sex she found that they were only interested in, would you believe it, casual sex. Which she then gave them, willingly. I think this story is trying to suggest that men these days are corrupted beast who ask for anal on the first encounter, but what it says to *me* is that chat rooms are rarely the place for a serious relationship and that many people expect casual sex to be about casual sex. Angela didn’t find her experiences with promiscuity all that engaging, fulfilling or empowering, so did she quit? No, she started to charge them money for it, prostituting herself. Of course, how silly of me.

So, from what this long extract tells me, this is going to be a rip-roaring book full of anecdotes, lies, misleading statistics, soundbites, wrong-headed theorising and, of course, cherry-picking. I mean, you did notice how all those quoted fit nicely into Natasha Walter’s own view of the world, right? Wasn’t she lucky to only find people who agreed with her!

It’s all a load of old tossycock, as Bernard Black would say. Walter wants to present a world where society’s increased openness, freedom and access to information leads the creators of pornography and the debasers of women via the media and adult entertainment to encourage men to objectify, degrade and mistreat women as the women themselves play the living doll and pander to their whims ever unaware of their own self-harm and corruption. It’s dark stuff, but thankfully entirely untrue.

Admittedly, this is just an extract, but it seems the book as a whole is going to be poisonous, harmful nonsense full of the usual narrow-minded scare tactics about sex, youth and the Internet, the usual feminist twisting and misogyny-tinted glasses and the usual dose of “young people these days” and  “Oh Noes! Teh Future!”. It’s almost like Walter isn’t aware that they were claiming society was apocalyptically debased centuries ago.

Stop whining about the Meeja and inequality and go and have an ice cream or something.

♦ Just before Christmas the kind people at Durex sent me one of their limited edition products to try out, the glittery, wintry Durex Play Vibrations Twinkle vibrating cock ring. Crush is a little newer to sex, kink and rock and roll than Fractal but still pretty willing to give things a go, if with slightly more limits. Either way, It wasn’t too hard to persuade him to be my sexy little guinea pig for this particular experiment.

We took a look at the Twinkle once it had arrived, the packaging was pretty compact and pretty pretty and didn’t require too much fumbling to open, though I made sure to get it ready well beforehand just in case. The Twinkle itself sat on the bed patiently as we warmed up.

It didn’t take long before Crush was hard and raring to be inside me. We tried a few preliminary thrusts for good measure before pulling the thin, sparkly Twinkle on over his erection. The cock ring looked too fragile to do anything but snap when stretched, luckily it’s actually a very resilient little device and even when we tried purposefully to push our luck it stayed in one piece. The ring in place, the vibes rolling, Crush re-entered.

The button for the vibration has a slight knack, but once that’s sussed (which doesn’t take too long) it’s very easily off-and-on-able, Crush was quite capable of twiddling about with it mid-flow if necessary. The Twinkle doesn’t seen to slip out of place too much either, which is handy.

Crush moved in out of me, swiftly, the vibrations quite pleasant against my skin. They weren’t exactly wowing me to death, but they felt good. Crush could feel them too, of course, and said about the same thing: fine, but not super special awesome.

After further pleasure and panting we switched so that I was on top, a position I remember to be good for the vibrations from previous cock ring experience. This did feel better, much better. I could feel the vibrations against my clit and I’m sure they helped me reach a very nice orgasm. Yet more proof for me that girl-on-top really is the best position for cock ring usage.

It’s hard to say whether the cock ring performed its other function of maximising and extending erections. Frankly, I’m still, er, getting to grips with Crush’s penis and the little differences it brings, so I’m not the best to judge. I assume it did perfectly well in that respect, though. Certainly he was rock hard and full of vim and vigour.

Speaking of vigour, the Twinkle performed very well in the time department. We were at it for more than twenty minutes and and it didn’t run out. I’m not sure how much longer it’ll last but it’s already done darned well. On the down side it seems, as with the other cock ring I own, that it’s impossible to replace the batteries (correct me if I’m wrong), leaving you paying £6.99 for around 20 minutes of fun. Perhaps you think that’s worth it, perhaps not, personally I’m not sure. Perhaps not at this level of vibration.

The last thing to talk about, I suppose, is the fact that the Twinkle is a Limited Edition. It glitters! It sparkles! It delights! And it does look quite nice too, if you like that sort of thing. Myself, it reminds me of two particular My Little Ponies I had when I was younger. They were awesome, shut up. I’m not really sure how the glitter helps, though…maybe if you had a particularly childish girlfriend?

In any case, let’s sum up. It goes on easily, stays put, is durable, has good stamina, does what it says on the tin, vibrates fairly well but not too strongly, turns on and off simply, aids in a good orgasm and contains tiny motes of pure shiny joy. At the price, would I buy it? Probably not, I don’t need glitter to feel sexy and I can get much the same level of vibration cheaper elsewhere, but that’s quite a personal preference. For a start I prefer chunkier bands.

All in all it’s a fine product with a bit of winter cheer to inject into the bedroom and lasts long enough to give you good vibrations right until the ice thaws. ♦

♦ This post is going to be tough to write. It won’t exactly make for pleasant reading either. But, it does have to be said.

Some of you may have been aware of an amount of upset in my life lately, some of you have already shown your support with kind words and net-hugs, some of you may already have an inkling as to what’s happened. To sum up: Fractal and I are no more. He’s not mine any longer.

I don’t want to be writing this, but I can hardly carry on the blog without explaining his absence from it and the cause of all the upheaval. It all happened over a month ago, but I now feel like I can get some of it down on paper.

I get the feeling some of you will be a fair bit saddened to hear the news. Lord knows I’m still very sad when I think about what’s happened. My doing though, even if not all my fault.

As you know, we’d had an open relationship for a while. I was allowed to have sex with other people. What I didn’t expect was feelings. I guess it was a mistake to try it with friends. Or maybe it was a mistake to try it with a guy, since I can’t see myself ever falling in love with a woman. Either way, I started to develop feelings for Crush. I tried not to. I tried not to think about him. It had happened before, in the spring, and I thought I had managed to get over it then. Clearly I’d just been covering up rather than coping, because as autumn came the feelings struck in full again.

Fractal was allowing us to sleep with each other, but he wasn’t aware that I was struggling to lose my feelings for Crush and I was too scared to tell him, thinking that I could cope and that I could solve things myself.

It turns out I couldn’t.

I was struggling for so long with my growing feelings for Crush and my waning feelings for Fractal. I was feeling happier around Crush. This wasn’t helped by the fact that things with Fractal were already a bit stale. I felt like we were in a rut, not with sex as I understand things usually are, but with the romantic, coupley side of things. I tried to fix things by making little improvements here and there, asking him to try more romance. What changes there were were too little, too late.

By the time Fractal realised I was falling for Crush, it had gone too far. I wasn’t thinking straight. I still don’t know why I was so stupid. Though I feel glad I have Crush now, things with Fractal shouldn’t have ended that way.

For all intents and purposes, open relationship or not, I cheated on him. I kissed Crush when I shouldn’t have. I let him touch me. I stayed at his house that night, though nothing happened, when I should have been with Fractal.

Fractal left the next day when I told him I wasn’t sure if it was right for me to be with him any more. I didn’t think it was right to stay with him when I felt like, even if I tried my hardest, my feelings for Crush might win out again. We decided to try again a few days later, but a few days after that he left when I said I was worried that things might not work out.

He needs space now. He’s finding it understandably hard to see me or hear from me. I want to remain good friends with him. I still have strong feelings for him, I just don’t think we can be together. He doesn’t know if he can do that though, so I have to back off until he’s healed.

Either way, there’s obviously much more to it than all that, but the details are too detailed and it’s not worth the hurt of bringing them all up. We were neither of us perfect, though obviously I committed by far the worst crime. I don’t mind if some of you think less of me for this, but I just want you to know that I tried to fix things and that I never meant to hurt anyone. That and, as with all things, it’s far more complex than it appears and it seems so simple from the outside. Inside, things are morally grey and emotionally blinding.

I still care for him and want to help him. He gave me so much and I’m so grateful. He made me confident and made me the person I am now. He enabled me to stand on my own two feet. He was the first to show me love and the showing of love through my body. He made me sexy. I don’t regret what we had and I will always cherish our time together. Unfortunately, that’s not enough to save something that is no longer working well.

As of now, I’m with Crush and, aside from feeling bad about how things ended with Fractal, I’m very happy indeed. It’s by no means the perfect way to enter a relationship, but life isn’t perfect and I’m not about to throw the baby out with the bath water.

He makes me happy, I make him happy and I think we’ll do well together.

That’s the best explanation I can give, really. I hope none of you are turned off reading this blog because of the vicissitudes of life. Not everything lasts. The blog, however, will continue. There is plenty of new and juicy material to work with.

What’s done is done and it’s time to move on with things.

Please feel free to comment, I’d be grateful for your words. Don’t be afraid of judging or causing offence, I value the input. Just try not to be too harsh, even if I might deserve it. ♦

♦ Well, last year I gave you some festive saucy pictures, but the very next day you…. no, wait, that’s a terrible reference. In any case, this year, to save you from…wait, I mean this year here are some more. Phew. Just about got through that without incident :P

I’m going to be enjoying myself at a Christmas burlesque this year before spending the period with friends and family. Should be great.

In any case, hope they warm you up on a cold winter night. A very merry Christmas to you all and I hope you have a great New year too! ♦

♦ I had sex with you, or so I imagined. The reality was much different. Linoleum cold on the soles of my feet. Bare, blank, wafer-thin walls making a cell and a sanctuary around my exposed body. The swish of smart skirts caught my ears and my breath, as outside the cubicle the world hissed by without me, business-like.

A warm hand put paid to the chills dancing on my chest. Your hand. Your hand wearing my flesh.

The porcelain is cold against my back as you slip into me. My hands are busy. My mind too.

We fuck, my eyes caressing the internal image of your face. It is misty, obscured by the haze of illusion and ecstasy. My fingers skid over my skin, pulse clattering into crescendo as I come, remembering how it is to be with you.

You are absent, of course. I’m alone with my thoughts and my lusts. Still… it felt like you were here in me.

And I will have you soon. ♦

♦ Though I bat for team ‘B’ of the LGBT movement, I’ve always felt a tiny bit mixed about Peter Tatchell. On the one hand, he’s a tireless and stalwart campaigner for LGBT rights in the UK and elsewhere, on the other he has the tendency to occasionally get a little over-sensitive and a little rabid. On the third hand, he wants independence for Cornwall and he has the cojones to have attempted to arrest Robert Mugabe, which is pretty much the deciding vote in favour of Win.

In any case, he’s spot on in his support of a recent issue involving sexual discrimination and the right to recognition of loving partnerships by the state. Only this time, it’s not about the gays.

Tom Freeman and Katherine Doyle, a heterosexual London couple, have just been refused for a civil partnership on the grounds that: “Part one of the Civil Partnership Act 2004 states that a civil partnership is a relationship between two people of the same sex and therefore we would not be able to take notice of your proposed civil partnership.”

The couple has basically been refused from participating in a legal institution on the grounds that they are the wrong sexuality. Oh dear, oh dear. You’d have thought we’d have learned something by now. What happened to equality regardless of sexual orientation or identity? Oh, that’s right, we never quite got it.

Ask most people, (indeed, ask the government) and they’ll probably tell you that civil partnerships grant the same rights and responsibilities as marriage. In many ways they do, dealing with property, benefits, children, insurance, death, etc. It’s got me thinking, though, about a number of ways in which they differ.

For a start, religious services and locations are banned from the signing of a civil partnership. No prayers, no mention of the Invisible Sky Fairy, no churches, no priests. No God while you gay.

Alright, so religion and homosexuality aren’t always the best of friends, but I’m sure there are plenty of gay couples who would want a religious element and plenty of religious figures and institutions who would be happy to provide one (the Quakers, at least, seem keen). This essentially strips gay couples of a fundamental right, banning them from expressing their religion on their happy day in the same way as straight marrying couples.

Secondly, adultery is not considered a valid reason in itself for divorce in a civil partnership, as opposed to in marriage. This one, I really don’t get. The cynic in me can only feel that I wouldn’t be entirely off the mark to suggest that maybe, just maybe, this smacks of some rather negative views of gay relationships. Why would the government feel adultery is grounds for a straight couple but not a gay couple? Do they, whether consciously or not, somehow believe that a homosexual relationship is more fraught with promiscuity? I hope not.

Thirdly, the name of the thing. A rose by any other name may smell as sweet, but why confuse the matter? If civil partnerships and marriage are supposed to provide the same service to couples, why the differing names? This one, at least, is easier to answer. In discussing the bill, my very favourite Jacqui Smith was quoted as saying that civil partnerships would recognise “the legal difficulties and sensitivities that perhaps not everybody in this Committee may share but certainly many people with religious views would share, about the particular historical traditions of marriage that might make it inappropriate for there to be same-sex marriages”.

Ah, I see. Somebody is worried about rocking the boat. We mustn’t let the gays use the term ‘marriage’ because it might make the baby Jesus cry. And not just the baby Jesus, but also anyone with their heads so entrenched in the past that they can’t cope with progression and change in society. We’ve got to ‘protect the traditional definition of marriage’. Things that seemed traditional and right once are obviously still just and wonderful, which explains why women take up embroidery after marriage and no-one has ever married across races or below their station.

Things change. Society progresses. We realise that the ideas we used to hold may now no longer apply. We used to ban homosexuality in its entirety. These days, gay couples are allowed to show their love for each other, but they still don’t have all the rights of straight couples. Likewise, straight couples are now being told that they cannot choose a civil partnership over marriage.

Tom Freeman and Katherine Doyle have their own personal reasons for not wanting a ‘traditional’ marriage. To be fair, the concept of marriage does come with a lot of baggage, much of which is rather unappealing. What they have also said is that they refuse to get married until gay couples have the right to do the same, until the law recognises both heterosexual and homosexual relationships equally and without segregation.

And this is the point, in the end. What difference is there between a straight couple and a gay couple? Nothing but their sexuality and their biology.

Marriage is something I’m a wee bit ambivalent on, since I fail to see why the government should care who I love, who I sleep with or who I trust my life to, no matter what the gender. We need to keep traditions, religions and emotions separate from legal status and give anyone the right to bind themselves legally to whomever they please, subject to informed to consent.

Failing that, I’ll settle for everyone getting the same treatment, allowing gays to marry and straights to form civil partnerships, should they so wish. ♦

Rori at Between my Sheets recently had the huge task of sorting over 150 nominations to come up with a list of the Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009. The list started in 2008 and is now in its second year, being such a great success that she’s making it annual.

So, without further ado…. Here’s the top 100!

  1. Coquitten (website)
  2. Alexa (website)
  3. AAG (website)
  4. Bad, Bad Girl (website)
  5. TBK (website)
  6. Mistress Matisse (website)
  7. Miss Mia (website)
  8. Thursday’s Child (website)
  9. Roger (website)
  10. Sinclair (website)
  11. Sylvanus…
  12. and Mina (website)
  13. Natt Nightly (website)
  14. Jake (website)
  15. Lyn (website)
  16. Adriana Ravenlust (website)
  17. Sexy Sadie (website)
  18. Shay (website)
  19. Lilly (website)
  20. Nadia (website)
  21. Joan Price (website)
  22. Madison (website)
  23. Anal Amy (website)
  24. Z (website)
  25. Essin Em (website)
  26. Easily Aroused (website)
  27. Blacksilk (website)
  28. Sleeping Dreamer (website)
  29. Melen…
  30. and rayne…
  31. and Master KKT…
  32. and cinnamon (website)
  33. That Toy Chick (website)
  34. Red (website)
  35. Tom Allen (website)
  36. Vix (website)
  37. Coy Pink (website)
  38. Lady Pandorah (website)
  39. BackseatBoohoo (website)
  40. Epiphora (website)
  41. Aurore (website)
  42. Miss KissThis (website)
  43. Storm (website)
  44. Ron Jazz (website)
  45. Josie Jacobs (website)
  46. Distracted (website)
  47. Deviant Dyke (website)
  48. Joanna Cake (website)
  49. Sapphire Jay (website)
  50. Sarah (website)
  51. Kimberly (website)
  52. Duchess (website)
  53. Figleaf (website)
  54. The Caged Songbird (website)
  55. Kaya (website)
  56. Ms. Justine (website)
  57. Luka (website)
  58. Ang (website)
  59. Perverted Negress (website)
  60. Harlot (website)
  61. Vixen (website)
  62. Anakin…
  63. and Padme (website)
  64. Wilhemina (website)
  65. Axe (website)
  66. Amber (website)
  67. Lucy Vonne (website)
  68. Rogue (website)
  69. SSS (website)
  70. Kyle (website)
  71. Amorous Rocker (website)
  72. Sera (website)
  73. Lolita Wolf (website)
  74. Elle (website)
  75. Scarlet St Syr (website)
  76. Charlotte Thorpe (website)
  77. An Unassuming Girl (website)
  78. Maymay (website)
  79. True Pleasure (website)
  80. Bad Influence Girl (website)
  81. Diva (website)
  82. Raven Quince (website)
  83. Autumn (website)
  84. Vanilla Impaired (website)
  85. Wil (website)
  86. Robin (website)
  87. Panthera Pardus (website)
  88. Ell (website)
  89. Miss Communication…
  90. and Captain Pants…
  91. and A.E. (website)
  92. Roxy (website)
  93. Secretly Naughty (website)
  94. Abby Williams (website)
  95. Subheart (website)
  96. Sequoia Redd (website)
  97. Innocent Loveboy (website)
  98. Liljgrrl…
  99. and Nawa*G (website)
  100. YOU! As always that last person on the list is you. Please, please, please leave a comment below promoting your own blog (or the blog of someone you love). Links are welcome, as long as they lead us to a sex-related blog, not a retail website or porn aggregation site.

I seriously, seriously can’t believe I got so high on the list! Awesome! I figure 27th is not a bad placing for my first year and in a year where I really haven’t been giving the blog as much attention as I should or as I’d like. Hopefully that’ll get better soon.

But yeah, woohoo! Go me! Thanks very much to LadyPandorah for nominating me and to Rori and her panel for putting me in 27th place! Go check out both of their sites and tell ‘em Blacksilk sent ya ;)

About my boudoir…

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