Sorry I have been a bit absent on this blog folks. Writing for four entities keeps you busy. Also, I am trying to finish writing my book. The ebb and flow of the world moves fast, and I have no shortage of new things to write about. If you feel like you have gotten behind, go to my articles page. It is always up to date with what I am writing.Lately I have been asked to be a critic for different venues in the city, and I really love it. If you have a show that you think I would be interested in, please contact me. This week I am going to see “Tourette’s Without Regrets”, starring Jamie DeWolf. I saw him perform for a few minutes at Bawdy Storytelling and he was offensive, so of course I really loved it. He was unabashedly confident with every word that escaped his mouth. What can I say? I do love a man with a dirty mouth.

This month I will be talking to a lady that hosts a sex party all in the dark. That party is now happening in June, and I am going to attend. I’ve been locked in a coffin, suspended, tied up, blindfolded, had oral sex in the doorways of churches, and now a sex party in the dark. I love San Francisco, there is no shortage of stuff for me to try.This last weekend part of my activities included a play party that happened on a Saturday afternoon. The party was filled with people I knew, and of course some new friends that I was happy to meet. I brought a friend of mine who has become my new companion in the scene. We do very well in these situations together; high fives happen along with a lot of laughter.

Mimosas began, and a group of scantily clad lovely people began to intermingle. Part of the beauty of these parties is the absence of expectations. I was definitely DTF (down to fuck) at this particular event. I am not always in this mood, but spring has sprung, and I was ready for a bit of fun. I found my partner for the afternoon: a lovely lady I had known for about a year. Since the day I laid eyes on her, I loved the look in her eye. It comes with a mischief and innocence all rolled into one. She has an almost childlike quality, mixed with a very adult body and beautiful face. Her ass is nothing to snooze at either.She had said she was interested in using her strap on. and it seemed like a really good idea to me. I realize more and more, when it comes to group sex, that it takes me a moment to settle into being watched. As I grow into who I am sexually, I realize I am not necessarily an exhibitionist per se, but I don’t mind certain people watching. My partner and I got involved in our moment, and at times I forgot the people that were intently watching us out of the corner of my eyes.

When the commentary began, and it always does, it begins to feel a bit like Mystery Science Theater, especially if the people are friends of yours. I am guilty of being that person that loves to shout things at friends of mine while they fuck, but when I am the person being watched, I will laugh. I began to laugh a few times during our session, because sex is unbelievably silly. From the faces we make, the sounds we utter, the way we move, the way two people move when one is inside one another. It’s so sexy and clumsy at once.
Although I will say this: my lovely cohort had some serious talent. I loved looking up into those dancing eyes as she went deeper and deeper inside me. So much laughter, so much screaming, and it all adds into that sort of haze that you get when the sex takes you over. All in all it was a very pleasant afternoon. You look around and it was just a bunch of folks laughing, joking, and sexing. Things like this are scheduled so that people who are normally working all the time can finally stop and take a moment. I finished my evening having dinner with another lovely woman who was at that party. It was a day of freedom from my laptop, my stats page, and the email inbox that I am currently wading through.

The weather is gorgeous! Shut off your life, get outside, and go play a bit. For the last month, I have been re-claiming my weekends again. Outings to Delores Park, the uncorking of champagne bottles, and sex in the middle of the day are now re-incorporated into my weekend schedule. Stay with me folks, so much is going on. I have shows to review, events to attend, interviews to transcribe, and a book to write. The slutty blogger is one busy bee these days. More to cum soon.

Muah,

Fleur De Lis SF

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Last night I attended the opening of the History of Vibrators Museum. It figures that Good Vibrations would have the opening of their Vibrator Museum just in time for Masturbation Month. Most women I know have a special relationship with their vibrator, and I am no different, but I was shocked when I realized how long vibrators have been not only made, but also used.  Just in time for May, let’s talk about Masturbation. For all of you who are new, May is Masturbation Month, so do your best to commemorate that with me.They say that the 19th century was one of our most chaste, when it comes to human sexuality. Yet, at this time in history folks had a variety of vibrators for women to choose from. I should back up a bit though. What is now called masturbating used to be called a treatment for hysteria. How many of you know what hysteria really is? Back then, women suffered from something diagnosed as “female hysteria”, and apparently this was an affliction only women suffered. The symptoms included faintness, nervousness, insomnia, fluid retention, heaviness in abdomen, muscle spasm, shortness of breath, irritability, loss of appetite for food or sex, and “a tendency to cause trouble.”The cure was not more cowbell, although I think maybe it should have been. The only cure for this affliction was a vibrator, and you could get a prescription from a doctor for that. Carol Queen, the curator of the Vibrator Museum, explained all of this as she showed us all the vibrators of the past.  I find it interesting that they were invented with a medical purpose. Some of them looked downright painful, and some mimicked the ones we have today.As I scanned the room looking at all the different types vibrators, I saw one I had not seen in many years. This vibrator is the first one I ever used in my entire life. I have no idea how old I was, but I was still living in Pasadena, which could not have placed me over the age of nine. My mother had a “massager” but both my parents used it, and they sat with their backs on it while they watched TV. In all honesty, I have no idea if they ever used it in the sexual sense, mainly because my parents didn’t really have sex. Since my mom had such shame issues when it came to sex, I have to believe because it wasn’t hidden. It truly was, for all intents and purposes, a back massager.I was such a pervert even from a young age. I have no recollection of how it got started, but I was using the back massager one afternoon on my back and somehow it moved to between my legs. I noticed that the tingling was not coming from the massager- it was coming from my private parts. In my household sex was never discussed, much less masturbation, so one thing I did know was that this was tingling was probably not allowed. I took it into my room and got under a sleeping bag to see if the tingling would come back. I was of course discovered by my siblings, because privacy was a joke in my house.We won’t even go into how much trouble I got into for that. Beyond the embarrassment and humiliation from my siblings, my mother let me know just how dirty I was for that behavior. Perhaps that is why masturbation eluded me for a number of years, but I never forgot the feeling that “massager” gave me. Fast forward to the present, and you understand why the Hitachi is my vibrator of choice. Little did I know that I was treating my hysteria, if you want to look at it from a historical aspect. I will say this: if I go longer than I should without orgasming, I become a different person, and no good can come of it. So, I am very happy I can treat my affliction with a vibrator.

I also find it interesting that it was only women who suffered from this affliction, so much so that this product had to be invented. However you feel about vibrators, if you want to see the history of where they came from and what they have looked like over the years, head on down to Good Vibrations on Polk Street. The museum walks you through the long history of vibrators and how they came to be.  Stay with me folks, we have much more to cum.

Muah,

Fleur De Lis SF

Art & Photo by Julia O'Test

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