I'm pretty terrible at keeping up with things--I have no idea where the cord is that connects the camera to the PoGo I received for Christmas. I have a terrible time keeping up with a camera, memory card, battery and charger. I don't know why, but I can keep up with where the paperclip is that Charlie threw at me 3 years ago but iPods are iMpossible for me.
All of that aside, I have a new computer with no music on it, so yesterday I sat down and started loading my cds onto it, an even that evolved into mixtape nostalgia. I decided yesterday was as good a time as any to make a make-out mixtape for my Mr.Which is the best possible segue into two blog posts that have been filed in the back of my mind for a while.
Because sex is natural, sex is fun, sex is best when it's . . .talked about and not shunned or shamed. (Since it's on the topic of sex, use your best judgment when and where you open the link, via Whorange, which is safe to open if you're okay with humorous, smart writing.)
Victoria-E summed up bedtime toys quite nicely on her blog.
Ahh the politics of sex. I wonder what sort of comments this post will elicit! And who knew day 7 of 365 would bring up such a topic!
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