It’s snowing in earnest, there’s a storm settling in, and I’ve got itches I can’t scratch and aching places that need the balm of words and I don’t want to do the vacuuming so I’m just here, writhing, restless, ill-equipped for such a long winter.      

Waxing poetic, from me to you, from The Great White North      

Living with a sex blogger means that sex toys are just a part of the landscape.  

It’s been a good week for healthy habits. I’ve started sleeping at night again – incredible what you can accomplish when you’re not an insomniac – also, apparently I eat breakfast and do some yoga each morning now too. Who am I? Well, I’m who I’ve always been, I just have some new support for being myself. More on that soon …    

  To me, Valentine’s Day is filled with both nostalgia and promise. The romance of it far outweighs the commercialism for me. I enjoy it when the spoils of the day check off all the classics: chocolate, roses and quality time, and being as spoiled as I am, my lovely husband brought home an incredible chocolate gateaux, and my boyfriend brought home roses.  

I think the adage “People in glass houses, shouldn’t throw stones” needs to be updated to “People with glass dildos should wank with the curtains open” I have a slowly growing glass toy collection and I doubt I will ever tire of these impossibly rigid and smooth candy coloured beauties.  

Cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good, Now, cryin’ won’t help you, prayin’ won’t do you no good, When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.   Lyrics from When the Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin which you can listen to here

I’m really enjoying February Photo Fest and I’m endlessly impressed with myself for keeping up. It’s been fun to take new pictures as well as reprise and re-edit some old favourites. I’ve been thinking more about voyeurism and private (vs public) exhibitionism. The photo below was posted last summer but I changed the editing to suggest looking through a keyhole (peephole? gloryhole?) since the original pic was shot and cropped to feel a bit voyeuristic. I wanted to see if I could effectively objectify myself in my own self portrait. I’m pleased with the results and I’d love to hear in the comments if you think I’ve conveyed that feeling.…