After an arduous 2020, I’m taking stock early this year of what still works in my life (inspired by deLicious Kate McKinnon led cold open on Saturday Night Live last weekend). Here I’ve shared the SNL video and my working list.
After an arduous 2020, I’m taking stock early this year of what still works in my life (inspired by deLicious Kate McKinnon led cold open on Saturday Night Live last weekend). Here I’ve shared the SNL video and my working list.
Yikes! I stumbled upon otter sex off the gulf coast of Florida last month totally high after watching a pod of dolphins swim by as I did yoga on the beach. Makes me muse on what a strange year it’s been to be a sexual being. Identify as Poly. Practice queering the world with pleasure, writing, and love.
During turkeyFest month, I devour books. This year I’ve noticed how especially delicious queer-ed bodies and pleasures taste on the page. Here are a few titles with BIPOC + gender expansive folx + queer stories front and center. May more of us queers write- taking up space and talking loudly with our pens about what feels good.
Blog review
“She’s not just using this buzzword (fragility). Erin examines how complicated and far reaching systemic inequity is. We must make it common knowledge that working for sexual freedom & body autonomy for all, while queering pleasure and relationships, is about dismantling systems of power. We can’t just waltz towards a more pleasurable human experience without tearing some shit down.” -fellow pleasure activist and diva loving, sex educator Lauren Fryer
Oh extreme beaching! How I love thee. My almost daily bibliophilic excursions offer a euphoric season of full body, mind, heart pleasure next to my bigLake. To end this practice is the most painful marker of change every September. And 2020 is no ordinary year.
Last week while ranting to my meditation group about the bland reality that is incessant online meetings, my external fervor reached fever pitch. In that moment, I proposed “An Orgasm a Meeting”. Referring to and building on earlier Sex in My City blog post “An Orgasm a Day”, here’s an opportunity to increase intimacy in our lives, brighten our dimmed screens, and re-invigorate conversations with our own bodies while we’re on the clock.
Summer writing is a slow, thoughtful, fertile process in midst of pleasuring up my wildness, body, and bigLake to the max. Enjoy below expansive relationship brilliance and let me know what you think. More soon about my newly coined ‘Monogamous Fragility’.
Thanks to a decade plus of dedication to my writing life, I now understand timing, materials needed, and spaces that serve my craft best. Ultimately it’s the balance between absence and presence. Slow Love Lake Superior is what I call the approach to loving the person/ people/places/practices I do ‘slowly and with quiet, steady pleasure’.
I fell in love with Manatee watching during a birthstate (Florida) visit last month. Here are a few tastes of that sensual watery beast of calm via live cams. Manatee “season” runs Nov 15 - Mar 31. Feels only fitting to give this month’s post to these examples of pure, magical, ocean pleasure. Who needs sports, or concerts, or restaurants…
As I apply to graduate schools, I feel intimate/at odds with the ideas of meritocracy. Hard work. Striving for success. Yes sexy talk for realz and damn!!? I realize I’ve pushed my commitment to pleasure to the side. My creative/kinky brain feels like mush while fine tuning and sculpting cognitive skills. As I ask is it possible to do both, I realize I’ve forgotten to wield my most prized smarts this winter. Flirting.
My brain will never comprehend all that is held in this basin, watershed, body. I don’t try. Just like the enormity of and mystery in Dolly Parton’s magic, a counter sexual manifesto to free us all, and saying yes to kinky queer wild sexual desires like Allison Moon does every day/page. This new decade stretches in front of me. Us all. A giant cup FULL of love juice.
I’ve finally admitted to myself- I’m the bigLake’s bitch. Every year I ride her wild ride and keep coming back for more. The bigLake doesn’t take no for an answer and I love said water for such demanding audacity. The bigLake pronounces, “I’m your number one and nothing else is worth your attention.” I smile and nod, smile and nod. Move closer, dip my hand through her wet. Almost twenty years in, I’m still completely enamored.
By the time September and October ride in, we can’t contain the sexy effervescence bubbling up from us. We welcome pleasure like pros and have fun doing so. We tell more sex jokes, have second, third, fourth thoughts about what’s deemed “sexually inappropriate”.
Oh! beloved Gym I’ve called home for 15+ years, you close this week. Overlooking Lake Superior, your kept me sane during nearly 2 decades of Duluth Minnesota winters. How dare!!! the medical industrial complex tear you down to turn a profit. Your space that’s clean, queer friendly, spacious and cross generational is a solid part of who I am as a sexual being. So in Pussy Manifesto meets Sharon Olds odes fashion, this SiMC blog post is an ode to Gym (CPF). RIP
Every year I’m amazed at how much poetry I experience during Leo&Virgo birthday season/travels. The perfect blend of familiar meets new allows me to make the adventure expansive, soul quenching, and fun. Using my new ‘Love Bubble’ label, even as fall temperatures and colors push summer into next calendared poem at home, I see further into all my August+September pleasures.
Oh Minnesota and all your contradictions! Love how EVERYone’s talking about this performance. Perfect post for my birthday month when I was too pleasured up to create blog magic. Thank you Lizzo. You are a fierce Mpls based pleasure activist.
In summer, I experience 20 minute orgasms almost daily. I drive, walk or bike my body 4 miles down to Lake Superior and stare into the wild eyes of bigLake beauty, my primary love, this place that gifts me water rich experiences everyday. I’m held by green granite hillside, long blue horizon, white lighthouses to my left and right.
