If I had to choose my absolute favorite lube (and trust me, I've tried it a lot!), it would hands down be Eros Bodyglide. Yes, I know. A dyke whose favorite lube is silicone based. It's true.

Granted, I don't use it on silicone toys (and if you wanted to, you can, you just need to use a condom over it), but it's brilliant for everything else. And when I say everything, I mean it. Masturbation (with or without toys), vaginal penetration (fingers, toys, penises, etc), anal penetration (I might go with something thicker for intercourse, but for fingering, it is AWESOME)...even back massages. I actually keep a bottle in my purse for those times when you need it; massages, creaky door, bike chains. Yeah. It's that good.

It is glycerin free, which is fabulous for those of use with cunts (no yeast infections here, thank you very much!), and because it is silicone based, it just keeps going and going, even if you keep coming and coming (bad pun. deal with it). It's great for shower/pool/hot tub sex, because water based lubes wash right away, where as this has more lasting power.

It's amazing. Really. You only need a tiny little itty bit, and it lasts forever. I like it for fisting, because it doesn't dry out or get sticky, and you don't need to add as much as you do with many water based lubes. Of course, like all water based and silicone based lubes, it is latex compatible, so you can have hot, delicious, and incredibly slippery SAFER SEX.

Not that you really want to be eating lots of any lube, but it doesn't taste bad. Granted, it's not delicious either, but I have used it on a partner, and then gone down on them with not huge issues. Clean up, it's slightly more difficult than water based, but still, amazing.

I'd swear by this lube, and even though I use it all the damn time, I've only ever gone through two bottles in my entire sex-having life. Long lasting, and well worth it, I HIGHLY recommend it. Get your own bottle of Eros Bodyglide here.

Thanks to SexToy.com for the lube!

-Essin' Em

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Prompted in part by a post from  Ms. Hinterland where she mentioned her first pair of heels, and then even further inspired by finding the CUTEST new shoes today, that were on sale for $10 regularly $60 (‘Sugar shoe’ black mary janes with a crazy floral print, and a thick chunky 2 inch heel) I started thinking about shoes and femmeness and the first pair of shoes I remember owning that made me feel like a femme.

Most of my childhood was spent desperately attempting (and horribly failing) to be a tomboy. I was really really bad at it, but I desperately wanted to succeed.  In retrospect I know a big part of that was that I wanted the cute tomboys to notice me, and the other part was that I lived with my sexually abusive stepfather and I saw the adoption of masculinity as a way to protect myself, and that femininity was vulnerable (but that’s a whole different story).

In seventh grad my stepfather was only in the home on weekends and I began for the fist time really playing with femininity. The excessive flamboyant femininity that I began playing with was fun, intense, and eccentric. In many ways it’s similar to the style of femme I would come to claim a decade later.  One outfit that I remember in particular was something I put together for Easter- a lime green silky dress that snapped up the front, black and white checkered tights and neon orange vinyl heeled sandals! I thought I was hot stuff, and those shoes were the first heels I ever owned and coincidentally the first shoes that made me feel  * really * femme.

Now I’m the first to admit that a femme is a femme no matter what ze is wearing, and that as someone with knee problems I’m just as femme in my crazy colored super sassy sneakers (goddess I love living in a city with a sneaker culture) as I am in heels HOWEVER, there is something special about some shoes. Those orange platforms in seventh grade were a pair, my black kitten heals with hearts cut out (that appear on the front of my memoir) are another, as are my hot pink vinyl pointy-toed flats with rainbow trim, and these new floral mary janes are added to that list as well.  What shoes are really special to you as a femme?

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**An Open Letter From Madison Young**

Hello lovely people,

As you may or may not know, I not only perform in some of your favorite adult films and bondage sites but I’m also an artist and activist who runs a progressive art gallery in San Francisco, Femina Potens Art Gallery (www.feminapotens.org)

Femina Potens has provided hundreds or art exhibits, spoken word events, multi-media programs, film screenings and educational work shops over the past 8 years that reflect the experiences of women, transgendered, kink, and sex worker communities.  We need all of your support in order to continue to provide such resources to the community and create visibility for cutting edge artists.

With our new sustainer program you can donate as little as $10 a month, a tax deductible donation, and at the same time become part of a movement of artists pushing boundaries around identity, sex, feminism, public health, and queering how together as a community we engage with art.

Help support visibility and connection of the queer community through the arts.  Nurture your community by sustaining the only non-profit art gallery in the Castro and the country’s only queer public arts program.

Femina Potens is an all ages community funded gallery and is a reflection of all of us.  We encourage you to become a member.  Connecting Communities by Queering Concepts of Art and Sex.

Go to http://www.feminapotens.org to become a sustainer today.  Sustainers also receive such benefits as free tickets to Femina Potens events, VIP art events, and discounts on art purchases.

Thank you so much for your support.

xo,
Madison Young

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Okay, I adore cupcakes. If you give me a choice between cupcakes and cake, I’m going to pick cupcakes every time. They are cute, colorful, and just the perfect little mouthful of goodness. . . You know what I mean?

This craft combines one thing I love (cupcakes) along with another thing I love (recycling), to create something I can use to do yet another thing I love (sewing). The finished product is a tiny little pincushion that looks like a cupcake. So much love from such a tiny craft is an awesome thing!

You will need:

-Scissors

-Needle

-Felt (in your choice of cupcake colors, use EcoSpun felt as it is made with recycled plastics)

-Embroidery Thread (in colors that match your felt choices)

-Polyfil Stuffing

-Plastic Bottlecap

-Glue (I used Fabri-Tac, but a glue gun or E-6000 glue will work)

-Optional: buttons/felt bits/charms for your cupcake

Step 1

Make a small mark on the top of your bottlecap. Run the bottlecap down the edge of your felt to get a measurement that is the circumference of your bottlecap top.

Step 2

Cut out this strip of felt. Wrap it around your bottlecap and secure it with a touch of glue.

Step 3

Trace the bottom of your bottlecap. Cut it out.

Step 4

Attach the felt bottom to your bottlecap by running a blanket stitch (the tutorial for the blanket stitch is available in the sachet how-to) around the circumference of your bottlecap.

Step 5

Draw a circle with a 3.5” to 4” diameter on a piece of felt (this will be the top of your cupcake) and cut it out.

Step 6

Decorate the very middle of the felt circle (about 1” wide). This will be the top of your cupcake.

Step 7

Run a 1” stitch around the edges of your felt circle. Keep the needle attached.

Step 8

Pull the thread hanging off the felt circle to make a pocket. Stuff the pocket full of polyfil and pull tight. You want to pack the pocket very densely so the pincushion will be strong enough to hold pins securely.

Step 9

Pull the thread tight to close the pocket. Wrap the thread around the base of the pocket several times to and then stitch and knot a few times to keep it secure. Trim the extra bit of felt hanging off the pocket (you don’t want too much because this is the part that is going to sit down in your bottlecap). Do not cut off the extra thread!

Step 10

With the thread still attached, place the polyfil pocket into your bottlecap.

Step 11

Run a blanket stitch around the pocket to attach the polyfil pocket (the top of your cupcake) to the bottom of your cupcake. Secure with a tight knot

Step 12

Voila! You are now the proud owner of a wee little cupcake pincushion! And, FYI, a tiny pincushion with a needle book (the next how-to I plan to post), thread and tiny scissors would make a darling sewing kit as a holiday gift for the crafty-minded.

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Today, on the eve of thanksgiving I’ve been thinking a great deal about what queer community means to me,  and more specifically what it means to have a community of femmes.  This morning I was reading an online community where people were bashing “labels” by which they meant people who identified as butch and femme. Their analysis was that butch/femme is “just another way for a gender-biased society to impose gender-normative stereotypes on our community which is, at best, completely counterproductive and at worst incredibly harmful to everyone involved.”  This of course is not the first time I’ve heard someone say this about us, but it broke my heart all the same. Still after all these years I really struggle to understand how it’s so difficult for people in the community to really *get * that being femme (or butch for that matter) isn’t about buying into a gender-normative structure, nor are we somehow responsible for taking down the whole community with our fantastic gender presentations/identities.

I can’t remember if it’s something I’ve talked about before on this site or not, but when I came out as queer, I didn’t see femmes. I was coming out in a city ruled by androgynous lesbians and in my naivety I thought that femmes were a relic of a bygone era. I tried desperately to adopt masculinity in order to be seen as visibly queer, and repeatedly failed.  I wanted my queerness to be recognized and I believed that the only way that was going to happen was if I adopted masculinity. It goes without saying that I was a failed butch. Gender has always been something that I knew I wanted to play with, and so for about three years I lived as an FTM , injecting testosterone and trying desperately to deny my own femininity.

It was years after I came out as femme that I was able to develop and feel part of a femme community.  The first communities I became involved in were everything I despised about the ‘popular girls’ in high school, and I remember leaving events in tears because of how cruel other femmes had been. It took time, but I’ve reached a place where I have a large and diverse group of femmes that I adore, and The Femme’s Guide is part of that for me. Thanks to the internet I have femme friends and colleagues all over the world that I talk to, create art with, and just on a really basic level know are part of my community.  This year, in addition to my loving partner, our fuzzy family, beautiful home, books, art, and chosen family I’m incredibly thankful for all the femmes that are in my life – those who read my writing, whose blogs I read, who email or write me letters, the ones who I craft with, gossip with, or just know are part of my extended femme family.  Please know that tomorrow when we sit down to the feat of homemade unturkey I will be thinking of all of you, and how much glitter you add to the world.

I've just sat down to write the rough draft of my term paper about becoming femme. The problem here, is that I'm not really sure how I became femme. I mean, I'm sure that there are a number of factors that contributed to a femme identity, but it didn't just hit me over the head one day. Right? It's a process starting from birth, continuing throughout one's Western (or otherwise) enculturation. I'm asked to write an autoethnography, where I study the effects of society upon me. So... what moments in my life created a favorable atmosphere for me to become femme? What moments in your life made you the way you are?

One of the most important things that I think actually lead to my femme gender was the fact that I grew up in conservative, interdenominational Christian churches. These organizations send a very clear message that sexuality is bad, unless it is between a man and a woman who are legally married to one another. I would venture to say that femme indicates a woman who freely expresses her sexuality. Also, within mainstream Christianity, women have very distinct roles from men's, and femme is not one of them. Even though there are heroines in the sacred text that display femme behavior, these figures hardly come up in teaches. You'll hear more about Mary, the virgin (asexual) mother of Jesus, than you'll hear about Queen Esther's predecessor as head wife, Vashti, who was banished for refusing to parade her naked body around at a party for the King's buddies. Is Mary any more holy or laudable than Vashti?

Growing up as a girl teenager in The (white, capitalist patriarchal, heteronormative) Church, you'll find yourself constantly reminded that your body is an instrument of sin. If your clothes are too revealing, if your pants don't meet your shirt at your midriff, if your makeup is too flashy, you could be labelled a harlot, regardless of your good or bad intentions. As a female, it is your responsibility to protect all men from your body (isn't this why women are blamed for rape?) by dressing appropriately, and not acting sexually. They've tried a number of ways to convince me that it is only out of common courtesy that we help our "brothers" to keep from sinning over our lewd, luscious, lascivious, lovely bodies but I am so far not convinced that it is my fault or responsibility. Part of my femme identity is a rebellion from this notion that I'm at fault when men have inappropriate sexual fantasies about me, or any other woman. It is absolutely inexcusable to promote this kind of hateful, oppressive belief. hmph!

Needless to say, I tried my best to suppress my femininity, and hide my curves from about age 12 to 22. But what the Church didn't understand was that my plain, unfeminine (un-anything, really) appearance did not save me from the immature, sexually frustrated young men in my classes. In my junior year trigonometry class, the (old, white, heterosexist, patriarchal, etc.) instructor refused to move the student who would sit in front of me every day. The young man tried to talk to me all the time, distracted me from the lesson, disrupted the class, and said lewd things to and about me. This went on for most of the entire fall semester. I think I blocked it out of my mind, because it did not cross my thoughts for a long time afterward. This happened just after I left the art school that was "making" me gay, I was at a new school across town, trying to figure out how to pass as a heterosexual woman. I had all that baggage, and here comes along this 17 year old boy to make it painfully clear that straight or gay, appearing sexual or not, I was always going to be subject to the scrutiny of men.

But I became femme before I really even knew what it was. Maybe the moment that it was really solidified was last summer, sitting alone upstairs in my borrowed bedroom (I was sharing a room with a friend who was traveling abroad) surfing YouTube and I ran across the 1971 segment of "If These Walls Could Talk 2" where Amy and Linda meet by chance at a butch-femme dive bar. Hah! I think I realized I was very much a sub/bottom when I saw their sex scene. That cocky smirk simply did me in.

Maybe it was the proliferation of butch voices in my life when I came home from the missions organization where I used to live. My very good friend Kay, and several of her friends are masculine identified females. I knew that I was somehow different from them, and I delighted in the way that we exchanged support be performing our butch and femme roles for each other. She always called me a femme, and I resisted the notion because I thought it meant being picky, prissy, whiny, and not at all resourceful or able. But somewhere down the line I realized that femme was powerful... and I just fell into the role. I delighted in playing my part because it didn't feel like an act. When I came out (when I came back from the missions field) I remembered that femininity is not just for men. It is also for women and for myself.

So. What events in your lives lead you to a femme identity? Or a butch one? Or any other gender?

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My father is a general contractor, my grandfather was a general contractor, and my great-grandfather was a general contractor as well. My mother is a photographer. Building, creating, manufacturing, crafting, repairing, managing, and designing were major themes in my childhood. I can remember a small hoard of family members partaking in a heated argument in my childhood backyard over the proper placement of the sandbox next to the two story playhouse they had just finished. With over two acres of backyard complete with a two-story playhouse, sandbox, swing-set, custom built tree house, tree swings, two picnic tables, hammock, and grounded trampoline, my siblings and I were the coolest kids in the neighborhood. And, lest you think that we were also the richest kids on the block, we had to help build/install/maintain/clean every last bit of equipment –along with doing all the yardwork- that went into that backyard. So, I came up with an appreciation for tools, hardware, lumber, and hard-work.

In college, I majored in art. While my primary area of concentration was painting; my paintings were actually light-box assemblages. True to my nature and my heritage, I refused to just use a regular light box, and had to build all of my own from scratch. This involved lumber, wiring, and (dear god help me) drilling. For the first time in my life, I had to visit the large big-box hardware store alone. I’m not sure exactly how it had happened that I hadn’t been to the hardware store alone until college, but I think it had something to do with not learning how to drive until I was 18.

Holy Shit. It sucked.

Off I had tramped from my art studio down to the hardware store. I had on my typical studio gear: Oversized, stained, menswear button-down, torn dirty jeans, and my work boots. I walked in proud, thinking: “I look like I belong here. I know what I’m doing. I know my way around a toolbox.” Not a single person in the store bothered to help me. I had to chase down sales people and practically beg for them to send me in the proper direction to find the type of wiring I was seeking. I had to pick up the seriously heavy, and oversized bits of lumber from the shelf and load in my cart alone while the sales people strutted past. I was shocked that no one offered me any help when I fell over in the process; I had never had this type of experience at the hardware store before. And, well, in truth, I’d never had to ask for it. I’d always gone with someone, usually my brother or my dad, and we’d been able to figure out where the stuff we wanted was together, and we’d loaded the heavy things in the cart together. I was completely flummoxed.

When I sidled up to the large electric saw these stores maintain to aid customers in hacking down large bits of lumber into vehicle manageable bits, I had to wait nearly 30 minutes before getting any help. When I did get help it was brusque and my lumber was cut incorrectly and nearly two inches off of measurement. I pointed this out the sales person who did eventually correct it but still charged me for the first two incorrect cuts. The whole endeavor made me want to jump up and down and scream: “Do it right! I know what I’m talking about! I have tools! I know how to do this stuff! I have a Craftsman Double Tier Ball Bearing Tool Box! Do it right!”

I left the store enraged because, see, I’ve always loved the hardware store. I adore the huge displays of all the small bits of things we use to construct our homes, pipe systems, fencing, and what-have-you. Seeing dozens of hammers all lined up on racks makes me grin, and playing with the drills sends me to Nirvana. Seriously, I could write Odes to my Cordless DeWalt Drill (if you don’t have - Go! Get one now!!). I couldn’t figure out why the process had been so poor, and chalked it up to it just being that particular hardware store.

But, as college continued, and my assemblages got more complex, I found my experience to be the same across the board. I came to hate going to the hardware store, and avoided it at all costs, until I learned what I know now: If you make your unearned femme privilege work for you at the hardware store it is much more pleasant.

I was at the hardware store, in my aforementioned gear waiting my turn for the electric saw. A young woman was in front of me. She was beautiful and was wearing a demure summer dress. She grinned and tossed her hair at the sales person, and he did whatever she asked. It was like watching the most helpful episode of National Geographic ever. She said things like: “Oh! I hope it is going to be perfect! I can’t wait to make this birdhouse. Thank you so much for all of your help; I just don’t know what I would have done without it.” And, let me tell you that sales person cut her wood so perfectly, so nicely, and with such a great attitude. I got excited when it came my turn because I thought he must have been a really great guy, and maybe he was, but I didn’t really see much evidence of it based on my interaction with him. He looked at me, and mumbled something about needing to check some stock, and told me he’d send another sales person to help me.

The next time I went to the hardware store I dressed the way I do for my everyday life: Heels, dress, red-lipstick, and mascara. I did it as a sort of experiment, just to see if my treatment would change. Oh boy howdy, did it ever. People fell all over themselves to aid me, my wood was cut just right, and I loved visiting the hardware store again. I felt like I’d found access to a super-secret club: The How-To-Get-What-You-Need-At-The-Hardware-Store-Super-Secret-Society.

This past weekend, I had to make a run to the hardware store. I put on my skinny jeans, my heeled boots, low cut shirt (not required, but it is how I dress) and my red-lipstick. I decided to keep count of many different sales persons asked to help me, and the total count came to fifteen. It didn’t matter where I went in the store, there was always someone there who was eager to offer their assistance. Even though I wasn’t in any specific need of lumber I decided to buy some and get it cut just for the sake of this article. A kindly grandfatherly looking sales person saw me lifting the heavy wood alone and jumped right over to help it into my cart. He escorted me over to the electric saw and offered to cut it right then. I nodded and asked if he would mind my taking a few pictures before he cut. He happily agreed and insisted on sweeping all the sawdust away so my picture would look squeaky clean. As I starting snapping pictures he said: “You smell yummy!” And, as he moved about pushing rubbish into the bin, he continued: “I mean, you smell so much sweeter than a sweaty old lumberjack like me.” Call it the femme in me, or what-have-you but I couldn’t resist batting my eyelashes, giggling and saying: “Thank-you.” My lumber was cut perfect and exact. He even carried it to the car for me.

Now, I know from my past experience in college that I am perfectly capable of demanding good service, hauling my own wood, and finding my own tools, hardware etc. But, it does make the hardware store so much nicer and more pleasant to have help. I seriously appreciate it, and it is something that I like to expect. And, all I have to do is walk in, looking the way I do, and I can get it.

When I told a butch friend that I was writing this article, and about my weekend hardware store experience she exclaimed: “Yeah! I’ve noticed that. I walk in, looking like I know what I’m doing and I won’t get a bit of help. So, I started taking my girlfriend with me, because the sales people fall all over her, and I can scoop in and claim the aid.”

I’m not claiming it to be fair, but I do know that I work the hell out of my femme identity to get what I want at the hardware store. And, um, if you are butch, and you need a spot of aid at the hardware store, ahem, you can call me anytime.

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I'd been craving the Curve Dildo for a really long time. I really wanted to check it out for myself, because I'd heard both really positive and really negative reviews about it. Some people said the curve of well...the Curve, was a little to severe for them. Others said it matched up with their G-spot pretty much perfectly.

Luckily for me, SexToy.com was kind enough to send me one for a test ride (I'll be reviewing for them fairly regularly now too, so tell them thank you!). It arrived in the mail, and like all Fun Factory products, it came classily packaged (the box is reusable), and with water based lube (trial size). Of course, I opened it right away, and headed to the bedroom.

I LOVE g-spot stimulation, and this toy provided plenty, and provided it perfectly. I can't imagine anyone saying that the curve wasn't absolutely amazing...but then again, cunts are all different. However, the Curve was obviously designed specifically for mine, and felt freaking fantabulous inside me. I added the Hitachi Magic Wand, and voila! I came in two minutes, tops. Which for me, is insane. The Curve hit my g-spot perfectly, and between that resting inside of me, and the Hitachi on my clit, I simply can't imagine not coming over and over again with it.

It's made out of silicone, so of course it is phthalate free, and can be dishwashed (top shelf, no soap), boiled or wiped down with a 10% bleach solution in order to be sterilized and shared.

I'm not sure how well this would work with a partner...it's not harness compatible, and I personally preferred just letting the Curve sit inside me as I took care of business, and don't think I'd really like to get fucked with it.

Regardless, this is an amazing dildo for solo sex (and you might like it with a partner...it's just not my preference). I'd recommend it. Of course, mine was purple, but they also make it in pink, if that's your cuppa tea. Wanna get your own? Just click here to become the proud owner of your very own Curve dildo!

-Essin' Em

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From Video "Eleven - Eddie/Aya in the Woods 3" on Good Dyke Porn

Each time I start writing this review of Good Dyke Porn I have to stop and start over, because I keep on not being able to convey just how much I've enjoyed this site, and how wonderful I believe this site and these videos are. Not only does every video look like real dykes having real dyke sex (interpret that as you wish) and actually genuinely enjoying themselves, they are doing it in a way that is incredibly enjoyable to watch as well.

The only negative I can say about the site at all is that I found myself getting so turned on by it that I got turned around on it, unsure of how to get back to a page I was on before without the back button or scrolling through multiple pages. Part of that was me forgetting how I got to a page after watching a video, cumming, and being generally brain-addled from that.

Even with the slightly confusing navigation videos aren't at all difficult to find, just getting back to a specific video or page was difficult for me, and I enjoy the general layout and the way each video is laid out, with the ability to watch or save each clip from each scenario. Another nice thing about the way it's set up is that you can choose get a general membership to the site or just buy individual clips that pique your interest, which is extremely handy because not everyone is into all the same things, so you can just pick and choose what you want to watch and what you don't. Of course, the more clips you buy the more you would save by just buying a membership.

I've watched a number of different clips and different scenarios, from a familiar pizza boy scenario to a femme circle jerk to a femmed up male-bodied dyke and his lover engaging in play, and many more! Each one was strikingly different but they all were exactly what the title indicates: good (or great) dyke porn. I loved the feeling that I got from watching these, not just the turned on feeling but like I was peeking in on what these dykes normally did with each other, not that I was watching some elaborately staged visual adult entertainment that was trying to be anything other than real dykes getting it on.

I especially loved that everyone looked like they were real people, with all different breast sizes, body types, and skin tones. Like I said, every scenario is different, with a variety of tones, toys, and activities. Some have strap-ons and other toys introduced into the mix, some are just dyke-on-dyke fingers and mouth on cunt action, some have restraints and BDSM or D/s overtones, some have all three. They are all in various locations both outdoors (hot!) and indoors and each one of them is extremely fun to watch.

Some of the videos even have extra 'behind the scenes' clips as a seperate clip after the hot action, where you get to talk with those involved in the scene and learn a little more about them. I loved this, almost more than the actual videos (though not quite--I did say almost!) because it just emphasizes that these are real people that you're watching having sex and having fun. Hearing the participants explain what made them want to do porn and how they were feeling post-scene was a wonderful experience that I really appreciated being able to see.

I also love that there is a male-bodied individual in one of the scenarios. I noticed a post on the forum about this as well (another great feature to have on a sex-positive very women-friendly porn site, the ability to converse with other members about the porn and just about anything). The forum post had the title "Do men belong in dyke porn?" It wasn't someone complaining, just wanting to know what the others there thought. There were quite a few responses, including this one from Bren Ryder the creator of GDP:

"Women like different things and some may argue that there shouldn't be a dildo or there shouldn't be cake or there shouldn't be young beautiful femme women with perfect bodies or there shouldn't be a scene where a bio-guy is dressed up like a woman and then gets fucked in the ass.
I say there absolutely should be all of those things and MORE. Anything that serves our queer fantasies. "

The majority of others on the forum agreed with her and I couldn't agree with her more. I was extremely surprised and excited to see a femmed-up male-bodied person in dyke porn! If you've been reading me for a while you know that I've been talking a lot recently about the queer ways in which males and females can interact sexually, so I love having a video on a dyke site to point to exactly that!

I think Good Dyke Porn is an amazing site full of wonderful videos enjoyable to everyone even remotely queer (and in my world that's just about everyone). If you haven't, I highly recommend you go check out the site, look at the samples, sign up for the forums, and maybe even buy some clips. You know you want to.

-Scarlet Lotus Sexgeek

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I have met very few people in my life EVER that don't like massages. I mean, there are so many types of massages; Swedish, Deep Tissue, Hot Stone, Skin Rolling, and then there is the kind that I do. What is that? Well, I do the best I can. I ask whoever I'm massaging what they like, hard or soft, any certain areas, etc. I love giving massages, I love getting them, I think massages are bloody brilliant.

Vibe Review has been kind enough to send me something to cater to my love of the massage; they sent me the Kama Sutra Massage Therapy Kit. This kit is lovely! It has five bottles of Kama Sutra massage oil, each one being 2 oz. Each one comes in a different scent; Serenity, Pleasure Garden, Healing Blend, Soaring Spirit and Sweet Almond.

In my time giving massages (read: every freaking night in college when living in the dorms and onwards), I have tried a variety of lotions and oils. Some are very greasy and make you gross and sticky forever...whereas others soak in and disappear right away, making it kind of pointless to even use them. The Kama Sutra oils actually meet a happy medium - they are smooth and provide for effortless massages, but then they eventually rub in (after lots o' rubbing), leaving your skin (or your partner's skin) feeling incredibly soft, and just slightly scented.

Scent wise, my favorite is definitely the Soaring Spirit. I find it really relaxing and refreshing - it has hints of ginger, peppermint, spearmint, fennel, orange and lemon. Now, I like most of these scents/flavors in general - I drink a lot of mint tea, I eat a lot of ginger (pickled and candied), I eat fennel or oranges, and love to suck lemon wedges. Ergo, it follows that I would love this scent, and I absolutely do. However, it isn't for everyone; F was not such a big fan.

Pleasure Garden was an interesting scent...I found it a little too...well...incense-y. It isn't very strong, which is a big plus for some people, but I could barely smell it. It has hints of sandalwood, jasmine, rose and lavender, which makes me think of sitting in a Moroccan restaurant, which is certainly not a bad thing, but it's just not really my type of scent.

The Sweet Almond scent is really, really, really relaxing. It is great for a massage right before bed, and it is definitely a scent I would love to fall asleep to.

I found the Healing Blend to be a little strong, because it has so many different scents within it, but I could see how it would be really popular in general.

Serenity is a nice blend, and actually, my favorite way to use this is not really as a massage oil, but to drop into water, whether into a foot bath for soaking my feet, or into a fully drawn bath to soak and relax.

I will say that my cats weren't the biggest fans of any of the scents...but they hated them less my Biofreeze and Tiget Balm, so it's not a huge travesty.

I really like having the kit, because you have a choice of scents, and try them all out. However, if you've already figured out which scent is right for you, you can also buy large bottles of the massage oil (which I've already done with Soaring Spirit!).

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-Essin' Em

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