Dr. Laura Berman’s Fantasy Box = The Love Buffet

Dr. Laura Berman and Dr. Mehmet Oz brilliantly, loving, and with pure intent devised the National Sex Experiment.  The 90-day plan is designed to reboot the sex lives of otherwise loving couples who have unwittingly allowed the oomph to drain out of their marital beds slowly but surely. The progressive blueprint for sexual success contains a handful of simple steps: talk to your partner, kiss & cuddle, have sex, and create a Fantasy Box from which to draw (premeditated and agreed upon) ideas.

My husband and I were fortunate to share a stage (last year) with the good doctors (Berman and Oz) along with two other couples willing to discuss our progress as National Sex Experimenters. When Dr. Oz asked about my Fantasy Box, my honey revealed on national TV that we have a Fantasy Room (the details of which ended up on the editing room floor).

Dr. Berman coined the term Fantasy Box; my designation is The Love Buffet.  You can refer to your erotic repertoire in any way you like (e.g. Sexual Smorgasbord, Romantic Rhapsodies, Carnal Creations, etc). The selection of your titillating terminology may further fuel your sexual interest in a fun way. A well stocked Love Buffet may contain anything of your mutual choosing: toys, games, movies, costumes, props, lights, candles, fragrances, music, and candy (just to name a few ideas). 

Lovers who invest the time and energy to talk, kiss, cuddle, and have playful, passionate, or otherwise high-quality sex on a regular basis are likely to find their relationships improve dramatically over time.  The benefits can transcend the bedroom and impact overall intimacy and marital bliss.  

Who would have ever thought my husband and I could have become the best of friends and the hottest of lovers? Surely, not I… nor he.

To You And Yours With LOVE From Me And Mine:

Sacred Sexuality

The Kama Sutra is an ancient Hindu text widely considered to be a How-To-Have-Great-Sex Manual. It is, of course, all that and much, much more. The true objective of the Kama Sutra is to promote love and respect for one’s partner vis-à-vis a sexual experience.  There are many contemporary versions of this text readily available in bookstores and online.

Tantra, which includes classic texts including the Kama Sutra, strives to deepen intimacy and expand consciousness by employing the five senses (hearing, sight, touch, smell, and taste) assisted by the mind and spirit of lovers. Goddesses who’ve been using music, lighting, massage, fragrances, and candy (recommended throughout this blog) are well on the way to becoming Tantrikas; and oh what fun they must be having.

An Introduction To Tantra and Sacred Sexuality by Michael Mirdad addresses the principles and practices of the Tantric experience. “During a truly sacred sexual experience, our attention moves beyond the sexual anatomy and into the eyes and hearts of our partners… As our relationships deepen, it becomes easier to open our hearts and allow our partners into the sacred spaces of our souls.”

Mirdad explains the necessity of feeling safe and supported (physically and psychologically) at all times, the importance of being responsible (in thought, word, and deed), the significance of communication (that which is loving, respectful, and constructive), and the guidelines for trust (which allows vulnerability and surrender to unfold blissfully).  This beautiful, little book leads practitioners on a journey toward “greater heights and depths of loving, living, and being.”

The Sexiest Man Alive 2010: Dr. Mehmet Oz

People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive 2010, Ryan Reynolds, is undoubtedly a Hottie.  The 34 year old Canadian actor husband of Scarlett Johansson had stiff competition this year including the usual cast of sexy characters Brad Pitt and George Clooney. However, the Everyday Goddess pick for The Sexiest Man Alive 2010 goes to the uber-sexy-yum-boat of daytime TV and New York Presbyterian Hospital, the original Dr. McDreamy, Mehmet Oz. 

In addition to his non-traditional-pretty-boy good looks, Dr. Oz has a toned and flexible body (hidden beneath those sexy blue scrubs) and a charismatic smile known to melt the hearts of Everyday Goddesses in the audience of his Emmy-award winning show... as well as those who watch him in the comfort of their homes in every corner of America.  

Dr. Oz (in scrubs, casual clothes, or tux and tie) is the complete package of sexy good looks, personality, wit, and charm.  Add to that his genuine desire and ability to promote good health and he’s the obvious Goddess choice for Sexiest Man Alive.

Happy Thanksgiving To You And Yours

The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

 

Speaking one’s truth isn’t always easy. 

We worry that our truth won’t be well received.

We’re concerned about hurting our listener’s feelings. 

We think perhaps we shouldn’t.

Whether we’re in the bedroom hoping that our lover remembers when, where, why, and how to touch us; or we’re among friends who have forgotten what we’ve already said we want or need, it’s always desirable to speak our truth gently and with pure intent.

Sometimes speaking our truth gets us what we want.

Sometimes not.

Sometimes we must scream our truth as softly and sweetly as possible.

And when our truth still isn’t heard, we may be required to redirect ourselves toward people and situations in which our truth can flow unobstructed.

"It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community, be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader.”  -Hopi Elder Prayer-

Step Two: Developing A Theme For Theme-Park-Quality Sex

Developing a theme to ensure Theme-Park-Quality Sex may be accomplished simply or with great detail.  Your come-hither motif may be a succulent one-night idea that flows through your sexual experience in a flash; or it may be an ongoing flow of creativity fueled by pursuing a specific interest.

Since the Autumnal Equinox, I've furthered my spiritual education by attending friendly gatherings (e.g. Full Moon Fire Ceremony) as well as formal workshops (e.g. Opening to Channel and Spiritual Sexuality).  It’s been no surprise that my experiences have contributed to my sensual inventiveness and well-being.

The National Congress on Spiritual Sexuality & Sexual Healing, recently held in NYC, was most certainly a gift from The Association for Spirituality and Psychotherapy.  Presenters Lee Holden (The Tao of Sexual Secrets), Gina Ogden, Ph.D (Sex, Spirit, & Shamanism: The Healing Connection), and Michael Mirdad, Ph.D (Exploring Sexual Tantra) discussed their topics brilliantly and enlightened an eager group of healers from various disciplines with an integrative approach to mind, body,  spirit, and sacred sexuality. Needless to say, the conference was awesome.  

When I returned home from Day 1 of the week-end, my honey got a sneak peak of what I had learned earlier that day… and it was very good. Day 2 was to be even better.  The pressure was on to do my three newest gurus proud and be the first of our colleagues to master our newly acquired skills. I fully expected my qi gong practice, tantric skills, and shamanic endeavors to immediately result in memorable sexual alchemy.  Imagine for a moment how heightened expectations coupled with the mental machinations that accompany self-imposed pressure may yield insufficient results. You see, even Goddesses suffer from performance anxiety.

The week-end was FUN-FABulous; and although the initial aftermath wasn’t ALL that I aspire to, I’m confident that with practice my husband and I will continue to evolve our relationship into one that’s sacredly intimate and passionate.

Searching For G (As In G-Spot)

The G-Spot is purportedly a bean-shaped area within the vagina said to contain an erogenous zone which when stimulated yields enhanced sexual arousal and potent vaginal orgasms. Liz Top, co-author of Vaginas, An Owner’s Manual (Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2004), is in the final stages of preparing Searching For G, a short documentary destined to make the film festival circuit. Goddesses may wish to take advantage of film credit and sponsorship opportunities available on the indiegogo website after viewing the trailer to the right on my sidebar.

Adventures With Debra

I lovingly refer to my BFF Debra as Good Time Debbie; because wherever Debbie goes, a good time always follows. Deb and I have been known to go off in search of adventure and fun at the drop a hat. The abbreviated list that follows contains some highlights of what we’ve enjoyed since the Summer Solstice (June 2010).

** Sharing Shamanic Journeys and Meditations under the stars with and without fire ceremonies. ** Demonstrating for clean energy with Hands Across the Sand in NYC. ** Viewing Peregrine Falcons high atop 101 Hudson Street in Jersey City. We brought our binoculars and got a bird’s eye view. ** Celebrating birthdays, Solstices, Equinoxes, and eclipses with the Gopis (our spiritual gal pals).  ** Honoring Dada J. P. Vaswani's Birthday at the Hotel Crowne Plaza in Secaucus which included a special Krisha Das kirtan. We manifested seats in the 2^nd row (center) in a crowd of about 1500 people. ** Facilitating the release of a juvenile Bald Eagle back into the wild. ** Our most recent adventure (just 3 days ago) was attending a Solara An-Ra workshop called “Opening to Channel” with old friends and new.

Cultivate and value your friendships because they’re as important as you can imagine. If everyone in the world (and beyond) had a friend like Debra, who is way more dear to me than just a good time, the world would be a safer, happier, more loving place.

10-10-10 Manifesting The Manifestable

On Sunday October 10, 2010 (a most auspicious date for energy enthusiasts and numerologists), I attended a 10-10-10 Gathering. The eldest of our group (The Yoga Teacher) hosted the event; and in addition to introducing a Unity Consciousness Meditation, she played the crystal bowls.

The meditation was challenging as my generally active mind wandered. The bowls sang a song with a frequency that deeply resonated from my root chakra to my crown chakra. I was drawn into the kind of deep meditation that yoga practitioners long to be in… someplace between here and there.   

My return  to consciousness was accompanied by unanticipated thoughts of fruited crumb cake from Gencarelli’s Bakery.  Group discussion followed the meditation; and when that was done, our hostess served a cake that one of our group members (Denise) brought. Needless to say, the bakery cake was none other than Gencarelli’s Blueberry Crumb. 

And so it was… a divine manifestation, a vision of the future, or just good fortune?

The Henna Tattoo: Thematics And/Or Theatrics

If you’re on board with the idea of having Theme-Park-Quality Sex, you’re probably open to using props which can be anything in the material world that enhances your erotic undertakings. Libidinous aids may include locations, lights, costumes, make-up, games, toys, fragrances, sounds, and whatever else you can conjure up to amplify your desire and complement your carnal game plan.

In keeping with my current Pleiadian Priestess Theme, I got a henna tattoo on my hand that looks and feels ultra sexy. Remember, sexy is how sexy feels; and even the tiniest boost can make a huge difference in the outcome of a themed erotic adventure.  The swirly design I selected for myself begins at the outer side of my right wrist and ends just under my French manicured index fingernail. Whether or not a Priestess from the Seven Sisters’ constellation uses henna body art, I can’t know for sure; but this is my game and I can change it up as I see fit.

Just imagine for a moment how your own henna decorated hand might look wrapped around an essential piece of your partner’s anatomy.  With one eye on your own sexy hand and the other focused on your lover’s reaction, you’re likely to find that one little visual aid can make your partner rise to the occasion with unprecedented results.

Step One: Selecting A Theme For Theme-Park-Quality Sex

It’s my fun-loving intention to walk you through the process of creating and enjoying Theme-Park-Quality Sex.  It’s not as difficult a task as some of you might think.  For those of you who are new comers (pun definitely intended) to everydaygoddess.org, I urge you to begin this project by checking out (or reviewing) the particulars of The Dr. Oz National Sex Experiment.  The practice develops intimacy via verbal (talking) and non-verbal (physical) methods.  Once you’ve mastered the kissing, cuddling, foreplay, and basic sex detailed on The Dr Oz Show website, you’re ready to take on what Dr. Laura Berman refers to as The Fantasy Box. It's at this juncture that Theme-Park-Quality Sex is the logical next step. Advanced Goddesses may wish to accelerate the process at any point.  My advice: GO FOR IT!

Teaching by example has always been fun for me. You can apply my ideas to your practice as a template; and personalize your sensual adventures with what works best for you and your partner.   

I’m attending a Full Moon/Equinox Fire Ceremony tonight. A sacred fire ceremony is conducted as a means of cleansing away old energies and releasing old patterns so that new patterns may be manifested. The ritual will be conducted by a credentialed Shaman and attended by like-minded friends. This is the kick-off (so to speak) of a FUNtastic new theme which I call The Pleiadian Priestess. My themes have become more detailed with experience, so don't worry if your beginning concepts are simple. Don't hesitate to abandon themes that aren't having the desired effect.

You can do it… I did… and I started at Ground Zero (no libido, infrequent sex, and a failed orgasm).  Believe it; it's the truth – the whole truth – and nothing but the truth - so help me Goddess.

The Goddess Guide To Creating Theme-Park-Quality Sex - Coming Soon ; )

Love, Love, Love And Then Some...

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in the tri-state area (NY-NJ-CT). I’m happy to say I’m still in a cheery birthday frame of mind and spirit; celebrations with dear friends are ongoing. One valued friend has made a request… that my birthday isn’t over until she gets to celebrate with me. I’m now entering my third week of celebration; how cool is that?

How are you all doing with your Goddess grooming?  Are you finding and following your passions?  Are you having fun? Are you nourishing your relationships (especially the one with yourself) with love and levity? Has your sex life undergone remarkable renovations?

Your feedback on how your lives are happily unfolding delights me… so feel free to share publicly (as a comment) or privately (as an e-mail). Please join me in listening to one of my all time favorite songs by Deva Premal, Miten, and Manose In The Light of Love by clicking here.

Love, Love, Love

Everyday

Your Goddess

How To Celebrate Your Birthday Like A Goddess

* Celebrate for an entire week, beginning with the Monday of your B’day and conclude on the Sunday following.

* Do whatever you want to do.

* If you’re on Facebook, be sure to indicate your birth date so your FB friends can send messages that make you feel loved.

* Keep all phones nearby so you can receive birthday songs and text messages.

* Eat whatever you want even if you’re on a diet.

* Have birthday sex (on the day of or all week).  If you lack creativity in this regard, try this:

* Dim the lights

* Light a candle with or without fragrance

* Burn incense

* Play your favorite music

* Sit beside your loved one and meditate

* Proceed with the intimacies of your choosing 

(Silently expressing affection by lying besides one another if there are health or pharmaceutical restrictions is just as potent as theme park quality fun… and if there's no partner on hand (pun intended) self love is good too.

My birthday extravaganza is unfolding amazingly well.  I began celebrating on Monday with my BFF, et al at Omega Institute’s Ecstatic Chant. Krishna Das, Deva Premal, Miten, Manose, and Jai Utal were among the superstars present. I’ve been enjoying my visual and vocal birthday messages (keep 'em coming). I practice what I preach, so the celebration will continue until Sunday.  The birthday sex (all week option) will most certainly be worthy of a Goddess.

Shadow Love

This is not me or my local track

This morning while I was exercising at the local track, I could hardly take my eyes off my shadow. Right before my very eyes was a recognizable silhouette upon which there were no wrinkles and nothing jiggled. A short sleeved tee shirt concealed my poorly defined biceps, triceps, and deltoids.  Nearly knee length shorts obscured quads that desperately need some work. Today I will worship my shadow and fully enjoy the illusion of external beauty.

Dissimilar Outcomes

Picture this:

My husband and I are in our sacred space.

The lights are low.

The TV is on with the sound muted. 

Incense seductively wafts through the air. 

A chanting cd is playing softly in the background.

I am in deep meditation as the sweet intimacy unfolds.

After some time, we chat… as we normally do.

Before long, I think…

Could my sweetheart have just noticed the Dow Jones Industrial Average roll by at the bottom of the TV screen and dare to speak it to me? 

The moral of the story is this:

If it works for you, celebrate.

If he comes along for the ride, celebrate a little more!

Chanting with Krishna Das in New York City

Dear Friends, Ya Yas, Gopis, and everyone in between,

If  you're already a fan of KD, you may know there's a kirtan (call and response chanting) scheduled for Tuesday November 30th in NYC. The venue for this event is the Church of St. Paul & St. Andrew at West End Avenue @ 86th Street at 7 pm (doors open at 6:30 pm). Ticket information is available at krishnadas.com

If you're not a Krishna Das fan yet, you will be once you hear this brilliant, loving, humble, and sweet man sing. Chanting sacred mantras with him (at a live event) to the accompaniment of instruments such as the harmonium, tabla, and hand symbols will open your heart in enJOYment.

Click here for a sample of sacred KD music; but be advised that there's nothing like being in the energy of a real live kirtan. Namaste.

Beach House Fun

My sweetheart and I are in the Hamptons enjoying a dual purpose romantic get-away. We're staying at the home of honeymooning friends and taking care of their two (very big) dogs and two (rarely seen) kitties. The weather has been lacking sunshine, but we're enjoying beach house pleasures such as an outdoor shower, hot tub, and pool. Fortunately, I have access to a laptop without which I would have surely gone mad.  My social media habit has increased exponentially and I'm beginning to think I'll need rehab upon my return to the mainland. 

The division of culinary labor is just to my liking.  My darling is responsible for feeding all humans, canines, and felines. My desire to cook has not yet kicked in.  I'm awaiting a magically motivating event which could come any day now thanks to Twitter friend Christie, a foodie from Down Under, who has a mouth watering website called Fig & Cherry. I just signed up for her newsletter which should begin arriving shortly. Click the blue link provided (at the end of this paragraph) and perhaps you'll be motivated to try her recipes before me Fig & Cherry.

Dare I Ask Dr. Oz?

Normally, I have no problem sending my medical questions directly to The Dr. Oz Show . Every now and then, however, my question feels (and sometimes is) a little risqué, even for the No Embarrassment Zone.  Though I’m confident the following query is not unique to me, I’m a wee bit inhibited about posing it to my very favorite and highly esteemed doctor.

Q:  If an individual (gender not being a factor) is enthusiastically engaged in performing an extended act of oral pleasure and begins to experience jaw pain, should this be considered a sign of a potential heart attack?

60 Is The New Sexy

ATTENTION: Women, Ladies, Gals, and Goddesses of all ages. If you're a twenty-something, a thirty-something, or even a forty-something year old female, you may have developed a fear of aging... the result of a youth culture initiated by Baby Boomers decades ago. Like all young people, Boomers never expected to age out of their age-spot-free bliss.  

Anti-aging face creams, Botox, fillers, and surgery all promise to preserve an impossible standard of beauty even for those who have yet to experience their first beginner's wrinkle. My own external biological clock, like everyone else's, is clicking onward; and I'm determined to redefine beauty so I can feel more like a fox and less like a crow (no disrespect meant to the animal kingdom).

Be sure to check out the inspiring slide show on wowOwow.com, regardless of how old you are.  Twenty-six of the sexiest, most amazing women of our time, all in their 60's, are featured in their gorgeously glowing maturity. Each woman is as strong and vibrant as ever.  Click here for a look at The New Age Defying Sexy, you'll be glad you did. 

G-Spot Lost And Found

There are quite a few books on the market about G-Spots, none of which I have read as yet. A search on amazon.com yields 408 results some of which sound very promising. The Smart Girl’s Guide to the G-Spot by Violet Blue (a reputable author who I’ve at least heard of) is the likely candidate to begin the quest for information and a search for my own lost G-Spot.

Dr. Andrew Ordon is a board-certified plastic surgeon, professor of plastic surgery at the University off California, Los Angeles, and one of the hosts of The Doctors (a very cool morning talk show). Dr. Ordon recently answered a question in Shape Magazine about an uncommon procedure said to enhance the female G-Spot. During the proceeding, an experienced plastic surgeon or gynecologist injects a hyaluronic acid filler such as Restylane into the depths of the female reproductive sector thereby enlarging her G-spot. The goals of the procedure are to make the G-spot easier to locate, stretch sensitive nerve endings, and intensify those yummy sensations women love to feel down there. The treatment is costly (around $2,000) and lasts for as much as a year.

If I wasn’t so afraid of needles, I’d consider having this procedure. Perhaps if the process included a squirt of Restylane into my clitoris with the promise of bigger and better orgasms in the external sector, I’d be tempted. In the meantime, I think I’ll just order Violet Blue’s book and hope it will suffice.

When Life Hands You Limes, Make Margaritas

My husband’s childhood friend Joe has an annual Memorial Day party. This year while chatting with ComputerKarmaSteve (originally a friend of a friend of somebody’s) I was asked a rather unsettling (but logical) question. “How many people read your blog?”

I hung my head in shame and explained that my Google Ad Sense account (statistics tracker) was disabled for various transgressions pertaining to sexual content, links and language. How was my loving intention and sense of humor so misunderstood by Google, the search engine I’ve loved exclusively since the beginning of my Internet days? At any rate, it got me thinking. I have no idea how many (or for that matter if any) people are reading my beloved blog. As ComputerKarmaSteve’s most unnerving question rewinds and replays in my head, I think, “If nobody’s reading, then why continue?”

Perhaps my time would be better spent learning the Hanuman Chalisa or finally working the exercise dvd I got last Christmas: Bollywood Booty with 4 booty-burning dance workouts. My booty could sure use some burning. Maybe the story of my awakening into Goddessness and its resulting ticket to marital bliss has run its course; or am I simply in a state of data deprivation depression?

I’ll have to review and rethink my aspirations. It might be time to give up blogging and find another endeavor. I could complete the thought process I began in the blogosphere and have it printed in some form. It would make a great 25th wedding anniversary gift for my sweetheart (2011)… a gift to remind us of the glory days we spent in Goddessland.

If this isn’t a great way to process my data deprivation challenge such that I’m at peace whether I continue my blog or not, I don’t know what is. The only thing that can improve my mood is a fresh pitcher of very limey Margaritas. I feel a cocktail hour coming on? Cheers!

Too Hot To Make Love? Nahhhhhh!

Summer heat is often an impediment to lovemaking. After all, who wants someone else’s clammy flesh anywhere near them on a brutally hot day? Even after cooling off in a refreshing shower or an air conditioned room; you might still be uninspired to get too close to your loved one. Heat provoked memories often cling to newly cooled pores.

Luigi’s Real Italian Ice (LRII) is a yummy way to keep cool and enjoy a no fat, low calorie snack that can double for the perfect sex toy on a brutally hot summer day or night. LRII comes in a variety of mouth watering fruity flavors: Lemon, Strawberry, Cherry, Mango (my favorite), Pina Colada, Watermelon, Blue Raspberry, No Sugar Added, and Swirl. You can sign up for money saving coupons and find fun facts in addition to product info at Luigi’s.com.

There are many ways to enjoy LRII:

* Eaten alone or with a partner, LRII is a great summer snack that can be enjoyed all year round.

* Eaten on a partner, LRII is cool fun, though it can be a little sticky if you aren’t careful.

* Fill your mouth with your favorite LRII flavor; add your lover’s body part (Note: some parts are easier to include in this endeavor than others).

* Drop spoonfuls of LRII on your partner; take and make pleasure as desired (Note: creativity is the key to success. Slurp only if this audio is an enhancement).

You get the idea.

Have fun, stay cool, and definitely try this for sizzling, summer fun.

Happy July 4th - Independence Day Sex?

Please say a loving prayer for our servicemen and women who are far away from home and in harm's way.

May they be safe

May they healthy

May hey be happy

May they live with ease

Adult Classics (and Neo Classics) – Part Two

For those of you who are just here for the sex, this one’s for you. For those of you who are here for everything, including the sex, this one’s for you.

If you still haven’t dared to dip into classic adult films or mainstream erotica, you might consider the following titles if you’re so inclined:

Caligula (Bob Guccione 1979) is the first major motion picture that dared to show explicit sex scenes. This historically accurate (unrated) film is about the rise and fall of Roman Emperor Gaius Caesar Germanicus. The cast includes recognizable Hollywood stars Malcolm McDowell (as Caligula), Helen Mirren, John Gielgud, and Peter O’Toole. Pornophobes who need one more celebrity name dropped to convince them this is a mainstream endeavor may be pleased to note that Gore Vidal wrote the screenplay. It’s also available on Netflix.

Night Dreams (Francis Delia 1981) starring the beautiful Dorothy LeMay is an artistically erotic and sometimes strange film about a woman who is the subject of an experiment designed to induce X-rated dreams… and oh boy; it delivers… scene after sexy scene.

The Masseuse (Paul Thomas 2004) is one of Jenna Jameson’s most celebrated films in which she plays a massage therapist who provides sextras for cash. She gets involved with a crazy stalker guy brilliantly acted by Jameson’s former husband Justin Sterling. Watched with or without the sound on, it’s a sexy suspense drama.

On a lighter note, there’s:

Debbie Does Dallas (Jim Clark 1978) is a well known title about a group of high school cheerleaders who supports one of their own (Debbie) on her quest to become a “Texas Cowgirl.” Bambi Woods, in the role of Debbie, looks like the wholesome girl-next-door (a natural beauty of male gonad stimulating quality). This film’s for you if you enjoy watching nubile maidens with small breasts, curvy hips, and pubic hair in the throws of graphically close-up actions shots.

Angel Buns (Jim Clark 1981) is a sexy comedy about an angel (naturally) played by the beautiful Veronica Hart and a shmucky shoe salesman played by porn veteran R. Bolla. Hart and Bolla are actors who perform with professional panache and dignity in and out of mainstream entertainment.

Space Nuts (Jonathan Morgan 2003) is a funny neo-classic skin flick starring Stormy Daniels (whoever she is) and Evan Stone (currently popular and recognizable). This is a spoofy mélange of Star Wars (George Lucas 1977) and Space Balls by (Mel Brooks 1987). The men are attractive, well built, body hair bald with muscles to die for. The women have beautiful bodies (though sometimes overly augmented), seductive make-up, French manicured fingernails, and great shoes.

I welcome your comments and hope that my settings have been properly adjusted to receive them.

Hands Across The Sand – The Event

Four Soul Sisters (including me) participated in Hands Across The Sand, a global happening with a meeting point at High Line Park on the Chelsea Coast of Manhattan.  Joyce (the youngest) had to work. Debra (the next youngest a.k.a The Bird Nerd), Maryse (my Irish Twin), and Maryanda (the eldest) joined a hand-holding line of mostly-like minded others chanting Heal Mother Earth and Clean Energy Now.

At the appointed time (12:00 Noon) we became One with individuals around the world, separated only by time and space. We shared 15 minutes of healing, loving, and optimistic energy; and in so doing honored ourselves, our children, and our planet.

Photographers and writers were on the scene to capture the details.  We were told to look for something @ audobonmagazine.org in about a week.

How cool was that on a very hot day in New York!

Click here for a sneak peek of the event in Austin, TX

Reunions A Go-Go

For reasons not yet clear, I’ve been organizing reunions of various groups of friends over the last few years. I began, of course, with the Ya Yas:  gal pals who pre-date even the first of us to have a bosom. Today was another really great reunion. I met two old friends and one new friend for breakfast and a whole lot more.

Keith was my first soul love. I knew him just as his Keith-ness was exploding into adolescence. Keith used to whistle at my window or toss a few pebbles to get my attention. He knew my parents and I knew his.  He knew my best friend and I knew his.  He gave me earrings for my Sweet Sixteen, little 14K gold flowers with Jade centerpieces.  I wore them today.  Honest to Goddess!

Lee was a college friend with whom I shared a love of musical theater. Neither of us was a star until I BECAME A STAR. He knew me when I was part of an ensemble group that included Ron Perlman of Hellboy fame and Joel Brooks of TV fame (HBO’s Six Feet Under being a favorite). The Mad Show was the musical highlight (actually the only light) of my performance career; and Lee is a witness to my stardom. He’s the STAR now and if he really reads my blog, I hope he’ll grace these humble e-pages with a plug about his literary and theatrical accomplishments.

Leslie (Keith’s wife) and I were meeting for the first time. It was pretty apparent that she provides Keith with a loving family life and for that, I love her a little more.

On the way home I bought a Lottery ticket; I was feeling lucky.  Later on, as always, my honey and I chatted and joked while we scratched the ticket. Much to our surprise and appreciation, we won $50.  

Needless to say, Winning New York Lottery Sex can be winningly fun.

I love today!

The Graceful Exit

I came across the following bit of prose while attempting to rid myself of excess paper. I'm a little bit of a hoarder when it comes to the printed word;  I'm almost in need of an intervention. I didn't write the piece  but I've deemed it valuable enough to reprint here.  

There is a trick to the Graceful Exit.

It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, a relationship is over -- and let go.  

It means leaving what's  over without denying its validity or its past importance in our lives.

It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving on, rather than out.

It's hard to recognize that life isn't a holding action, but a process. It's hard to learn that we don't leave the best parts of ourselves behind. We own what we learned back there; the experiences are grafted onto our lives. And when we exit, we can take ourselves along -- quite gracefully.

Thank you Ellen Goodman (whoever you are)

Hands Across The Sand Is Coming To A Beach Near You - June 26 11:00 AM

Hands Across the Sand is a movement made of people from all walks of life and crosses political affiliations. This movement is not about politics; it is about protection of our coastal economies, oceans, marine wildlife, and fishing industry.  Let us share our knowledge, energies and passion for protecting all of the above from the devastating effects of oil drilling.

Click here for a clip from the February 13, 2010 event at St. Pete Beach

Summer Solstice And Father’s Day

The Summer Solstice of 2010 is a major celestial event, the first official day of summer, and Father’s Day. It’s the longest day and the shortest night of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. Ancient Pagans celebrated this time with bonfires when couples would leap through the flames, believing their crops would grow as high as the couples were able to jump (Chiff.com).

At the Summer Solstice, the Sun and Earth align in such a way as to assist all growing things to come into their fullness. It is a time when Earth and all her inhabitants join in mutual celebration and a time of rejoicing for the blessings bestowed from the marriage of Heaven and Earth (StarseedYoga.com).

My Pre Solstice celebration began yesterday morning at a meditation with two favorite souls from My Soul Family (MSFF): a Medicine Woman and Yogi (what good fortune to have them in my life now). After the meditation, we each drew a card from an Osho Zen Tarot deck. I drew Change. The Medicine Woman drew Comparison. And the Yogi drew New Vision. Since We Are One, We understood our tri-fold message: to accept Change without Comparison and embrace New Vision with surrender and love.

Could the day get any better? Yes of course. Barbara, the closest person I have to an Earth Sister, invited me and mine to join her and hers in honor of her daughter’s graduation. There were no Father’s Day plates or napkins, but all father’s in attendance received recognition and the most delicious food and cake on the planet. And while I’m on the subject of Father’s Day, women who are in loving relationships with men that have fathered their children might consider offering Father’s Day Sex to deserving men. The only thing that could have made tonight superlative would be having that piece of blueberry cake Barbara offered, right about now.

Birthday Sex

Lovers should always celebrate their special day by having Birthday Sex. In addition to selecting venue and format, the birthday gal or guy chooses style and sextras (see list below). Remember, mutuality is the key ingredient to success; and always be careful when playing with food to avoid choking. This is an ideal time to do something different, something special; something that will be memorable in a good way. Try the following ideas or concoct your own.

* The Edibles - Fruit Roll-Up, Hershey’s Kiss, Ice-Cream

* The Audios - New Age Music, Native American Flute, Chanting

* The Visuals - Candles, Neon Lights, Sexy Movie, The Food Network

* The Olfactories - Perfume, Incense, Scented Candles, Naturale

* The Toys & Games - Lubes, Vibrators, Wigs, Costumes

* Combos - Mix and Match sextras as desired

Couples who engage in Pre or Post Birthday Sex get extra credit. The number of days Pre or Post is variable.

Individuals who have no partner can and should be proud to have Solo Birthday Sex. After all, who knows better than you what you like, where, when, and for how long.

If the idea of Birthday Sex resonates with you, you should definitely start having Summer Solstice Sex ASAP.

Writer's Block

I’ve been suffering from a severe case of writer’s block. It’s not that I'm coming up short in the idea category. I have lots and lots of ideas. I just can’t seem to get it together long enough to translate my ideas into digitized pixels. Obviously, my stuff is getting in the way of being creative and productive. A Goddess, like everyone else, has stuff. I’ll be back after the Summer Solstice (tomorrow)… refreshed and renewed and unstuffed.

Empty Nest Undone

Imagine this:
* You’re alone in the house, blissfully tucked away in the love nest of your home, with your loved one.
* Intimate conversation is flowing.
* A scented candle delivers on its promise of an enchanting Caribbean Escape; the fragrance wafts sweetly through the ethers.
* Door of Faith, a Krishna Das cd, is the background music.
* Your heart is opening to the LOVE that surrounds you.
* Making sweet love, in such beautiful surroundings, is inevitable.
* The phone rings, a familiar ring tone: It’s your daughter calling from her cell.
* “There’s nothing to eat,” she exclaims, her voice filled with expectation.
* You tell her to boil a pot of water and call again when it’s ready for the next step.
* You have about fifteen minutes to regroup and re-enter family life downstairs.
Just as my honey and I were really, really, really enjoying an empty nest, our children returned home from school (one as a college grad). We are once again reminded of the law of impermanence. Life is about change. How we meet and greet the changes (especially the less fun ones) generally determine the quality of our life in the present. Fortunately, the return of our offspring is a good change (most of the time). Social events with our extended family of dear friends can now include our children. Young friends frequent our humble home in greater numbers than before. There’s still time for parental supervision and lessons laced with love. We are all adjusting. Life is GOOD.

Still Here by Ram Dass

The sub title of Still Here  (Riverhead Books 2000) is Embracing Aging, Changing, and Dying. At first glance, you might think this is a gloomy book for the sick or elderly, especially if you know nothing about the author.  Ram Dass, born Richard Alpert, is a Baby Boomer, Soul Seeker, and contemporary spiritual teacher. His earthly and divine connection to Neem Karoli Baba (his guru) and Krishna Das connect him to me on a soul level.  The book is about living life in the moment-to-moment beauty of the present (even under extremely challenging circumstances). RD writes with (and of) Soul Awareness and humor. Take this story, for example; it’s one of my favorites. It made me laugh and think.

        An older man is walking down the street one afternoon when he hears a voice saying, “Pssst – could ya help me out?” He looks around, but there’s nobody there. He starts to walk on, and again he hears, “Pssst – could ya help me out?” Once again he stops and looks around, and again, there’s nobody to be seen. But this time he looks more carefully, and happens to glance down at the sidewalk, where he sees a huge frog. Though he’s embarrassed to be talking to a frog, he asks: “Did you speak to me?”

Much to the man’s surprise, the frog answers: “Yes, indeed. Could ya help me out?”

The man is intrigued and asks, “Well, what do you want?”

The frog replies, “Well, I’m under a curse. If you would kiss me, I would be freed of the curse, and I would turn into a beautiful woman, who would love you and serve you. I would care for you, warm your bed, and make you so happy!”

The man stands for a moment, reflecting, and then picks up the frog, puts it into his pocket, and walks on. After a few minutes the frog says, “Hey! You forgot to kiss me.”

And the man says, “You know, at my age, I think it might be more interesting to have a talking frog.”

If given the opportunity to kiss or pocket a magic frog, what would you do?

Adult Classics – Part One

The Golden Age of Porn refers to the time period (late 60’s through mid 80’s) in which the adult film genre entered mainstream consciousness.  Earlier X-rated films were heavy on the X and light on story, technique, art, and decorum. They were regularly watched at stag parties (now called Bachelor parties) as a prelude to exotic dancers. Civilized women didn’t watch porn then; it was a guy thing. Then along came the movie Deep Throat (Gerard Damiano 1972) starring the late Linda Lovelace; and porn chic was born. It didn’t last long, but what I loved most about the era was the rise of Porn Queens (e.g. Samantha Fox, Arcadia Lake, Veronica Hart, Annette Haven, Candida Royalle, and Seka) the likes of which no longer exist.

Classic adult films are available online and may add a little pizzazz to your repertoire of sexy activities if you’re into enjoying or exploring them. Excessive porn, like excessive anything, isn’t generally a good thing. And of course, if your partner doesn't wish to partake, by all means don’t ever insist. Mutual fun is the key to everything. There are many classic adult films that are better than others if you’re up for it.

Centerfold Fever (Richard Milner 1981) starring Samantha Fox and Tiffany Clark is an upbeat film about the search for the perfect model. B. Bola, Kandi Barbour, Lisa Be, Marc “10 ½” Stevens, and Ron Jeremy round out the all-star cast.  Ron’s reality-show fans might love to see him with a full head of hair and six-pack abs. The film is not known for its great dialogue or artistic brilliance. It is, however, comedic and fun to watch (most of the time).

You can expect to see * lots of graphic sex scenes * small natural breasts * large natural breasts * hairy vulvas and their male counterparts (mostly not well coiffed) * no unusual piercings * few tattoos * scary looking dildos * lots of projectile cum shots * and more brunettes than blondes. The hottest segment of Centerfold Fever is a panoramic Female Orgy inter-cut with scenes of Marc Stevens performing a live sex show with Jill Monroe.  Steamy. Steamy. Steamy. Remember, Centerfold Fever is not anything like Sex And The City – Gone Wild. This is the real deal, hard core, explicit porn. Viewer Beware.  

The Mortal King Doth Protest

Blogging about The Perils Of Goddessness (e.g. becoming too much of a Diva to do housework) has come back to bite me in my Goddess Ass.  My sweet husband made a gentle comment last night about the domestic status quo.  When I asked him if that was a complaint, he responded, "No, just an observation."  How can you not want to do more when you're married to a sweetheart such as mine.  So... I've been assigned several new duties which I'm determined to do thoroughly and with gratitude.

The Perils Of Goddessness

I've never considered (until recently) the potential for a downside to Goddessness. Although it’s not a terrible snag for me; it could be problematic for emerging Goddesses with partners less appreciative than my sweetheart of a husband.  What is this danger you ask?  You can become a Goddess Diva.

It’s no longer a surprise to me that the origin and history of the word diva is this: It. diva "goddess, fine lady," from L. diva "goddess," fem. of divus "divine (one)." Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper 

We’ve all heard stories (ad nauseam) of Hollywood Hotties, divas who embrace their adulation and privileged treatment as a right. Celebrities, clearly, aren’t the only individuals who can fall prey to the temptations of divahood. Take me for example. My Goddess persona began as a fun game of sensuality, sexuality, and intimacy. My honey was (and still is) on board with whatever amusements I conjure up. I am the Goddess; he is the enchanted mortal King.

Little did I know that my Goddessness would eventually permeate my earthly life.  One by one my domestic responsibilities went by the wayside.  I began to feel that my sole purpose in life was to have fun and be contagiously happy.  Consider the elements which recently contributed to the making of a perfectly joyful day.

* I woke up early and went to the track for an hour of glorious and sweaty exercise.* I meditated with my BFF Debra.* Deb and I went to one of our favorite spiritual venues, Flat Rock Brook, where we enjoyed a luscious day in nature made complete by singing frogs frolicking in the water.* When my wise friend suggested we go to lunch instead of rushing home to do some housework, I replied in the affirmative (of course).

Later on in the evening, when my honey and I were alone in our love nest, I told him all about my wonderful day. Not once, did he mention the dishes in the sink, the backlog of laundry, or the litter boxes that needed to be refreshed. He simply said, “I’m glad you had a nice day;” and he kissed me.

My Goddess inspired response was this: Silk Road by Kitaro (the music), a neon lit Pink Flamingo (the lighting), a Bath and Body Works Caribbean Escape Candle (the fragrance), and a significantly better adventure than he would have gotten had he complained about my domestic neglect.

The moral of this story is this. When a happy Goddess becomes a carnal mastermind, the perils of Goddessnes may not be an issue.