Something has really been on my mind since yesterday. I went fishing with a friend of mine yesterday afternoon. Just two women having fun fishing and laying out, while getting away from the real world for a little while. We spent a few hours just escaping from the hassles of day to day life, being wives, mothers, maids and such. On the way home we decided to stop at a little neighborhood bar and have a couple of cold beers before re-entering the real world.

So we stop in this little bar and sit down. This guy comes up that I have never seen, but the girl that I am with knows him vaguely. We are all sitting and talking for a little while, and he mentions a girl that just started working with my friend. After a few more minutes of conversation he says “Yeah, she is alright but I don’t know which way she swings.” I am sitting there wondering why he would just pop off with that while talking to me, whom he doesn’t know, and her that he knows very little. I stayed silent.

A few seconds later he starts talking about lesbians and just gets more annoying with every breath that he takes. He is, at this point, saying things about how disgusting gays are, and how it makes him sick to his stomach, blah, blah, blah. At this point, my views on staying silent have changed, and I am looking at him like the asshole that he is being. I figure well, if you are in a public place and want to get so vocal about something that is personally offending me, then I have just as much right to state my feelings just as vocally. Anyone who knows me will tell you that while I am a relatively calm person, there is only so much stupidity that I can tolerate before I lose my composure. And lose my composure I did. I proceeded to ask him what gives him the right to judge anyone on who they want to be with, whether it is in a relationship or just having sex. I went on to tell him just how insecure he must be in his own sexual awareness that he felt the need to publicly talk bad about a large part of our society that he doesn’t even know, and who probably wouldn’t give his ignorant ass the time of day anyway. After a few moments of me questioning his ability to even get an erection, he stormed away from our table and out the door. My blood was boiling at this point.

After I got home, I figured that this would just blow over. I had no idea how much this was going to upset me. My teenage daughter has recently come to the realization that she is most likely bisexual, not knowing which sex she is most attracted to. We have a wonderful relationship and talk about everything. I have told her not to worry about what other people think about her personal life choices. She has lost “friends” because of her decision to date one of her female friends, and I told her, “Well, they weren’t you friends in the first place then.” But as I sat there and listened to this idiot ramble on, it struck me very close to home. I mean, I didn’t know this guy, and his opinion should not have mattered to me. But it did.

Why should it become someone’s right to be judge, jury and prosecutor of people because you don’t understand their choices? How does it become okay for you to solely base your decision of someone on what they do in the privacy of their own lives? Something that does not affect any aspect of your life. Something that you don’t have to see. Something that you can walk away from if it offends you. How is this acceptable behavior from adults? It’s not! It is not acceptable from anyone who has the ability to think and educate themselves on matters before they open their mouths.

When we are born, we don’t judge on how someone looks or how someone dresses. We don’t judge people on where they live or who they love. Children judge on a more personal basis. They see people for how they treat them, they love unconditionally. It is only after listening to ignorant people, like the man at the bar, that they learn to judge on things that in a perfect world would not be an issue. It is the parents and society that make little girls think that they have to look like Barbie, or little boys can’t cry, because it isn’t manly.

So who do we blame? This guy has probably been hearing things like this his whole life. I say we blame ourselves, only we can change this. As a parent I can only hope that I give my children the knowledge that we are all different in too many ways to count. That they can’t judge people on things that they have no control over. There are too many bad people in this world, people that intentionally harm others, to put hate in something as trivial as their sexuality.

I think that as I am typing this, that I have more pity than anger for this man. Who knows what his life may be like or what he has had to go through in it? I hope that someday he will come to realize that life is what you make it, and it is always better with a diversity of wonderful people surrounding you. I would, however, put money on the fact that he will probably never approach a female at the bar and start bad-mouthing lesbians again without knowing them a little better.

I guess all that I can do is be the best person that I can be, the best parent that I can be. To try to give my children the skills to make judgements on things that matter in life, on things that people do that actually affect them and their lives. I can be a true friend to the people that I love and care about. I can try to inform people who maybe aren’t aware that their words do cut, even if they aren’t directed at the person or people that they are targeting. Hopefully if enough people will stand up to others like this, then someday maybe this will become a world where people are accepted for the good that they have to offer, and not judged by things that should not matter.

As a mother of four children, three of them teens, I pride myself on being available for my them to talk to about whatever they need, whenever they want. Don’t get me wrong, there is a fine line between parenting and being a friend. I am definitely a parent, but I believe that you can be their friends, to an extent. I want them to feel that I really do have their best interest in mind, and that maybe mom does have a little more life knowledge than what they initially think I do. I have raised them to know that they can come talk to me about whatever is going on in their lives. That, even if we don’t see eye to eye on the answers to things, that we can discuss them and they won’t get in trouble for coming to me when they have a question. I try to keep that door open to them.

Today’s teens have a lot of different issues to face than we did when I was a teen. Eating disorders, cutting, increased drug use, and gang activity have all increased, or at least become more widely noticed now, than they were years ago. A lot of parents don’t want to hear that their kids are facing these issues on a daily basis, at school as well as pretty much anywhere that they spend any amount of time. They are faced with just these kinds of things daily. Faced with some of the toughest decisions imaginable, we hope that the values we have taught them will stick with them. But if we don’t keep open lines of communication, how do we know? Simple…we don’t!

A few months ago my 15 year old daughter told me “Mom, I want to talk to you about something, but I don’t want you to be mad at me, and I don’t know how to tell you.” She’s the head cheerleader, popular, a vivacious girl that I absolutely adore. My heart hit the floor. My first thought was ‘Oh God, she’s pregnant, or has an S.T.D’, then 20 other things ran through my head before I could catch my breath. As I braced myself for the worst, I told her “I love you with all my heart and soul and nothing that you tell me is ever going to change that.” She started talking, she told me that even though she had recently had a “boyfriend” that she talked to at school, there was a girl that she had become very close to, and they really liked each other. She said that she thought that she was bi-sexual, and was having really strong feelings for this girl. She was really torn about this and did not want to upset or disappoint anyone. I almost busted out laughing with relief.

We had a long conversation about the fact that…(1) I believe that she is too young to be in a serious relationship, but I do respect her right to have certain privileges that she has earned. (2) We cannot choose who we have feelings for, whether they be male or female.  (3) That I would support her decision in who she is, and she has to be true to herself and not worry about what society may throw her way. I think we both breathed a sigh of relief. After this I decided to do a little research on the subject.

I spent hours reading articles online about different studies that have recently emerged on teenage homosexuality and bisexuality. A lot of people think that this is a stage, researchers disagree, and so do I for the most part. While I think that maybe some kids will try a lot of things simply for the shock value, most truly have these feelings that they can’t squash even if they try. There is a lot of information and support for teens at about.com. Reuters reported in October 2010 that 1 in 10 teens have same sex partners. Two times as many as previous research showed.  According to various websites that have been studying different aspects of teen behavior such as, sciencedaily.com, moneytimes.com and yale.edu , 38-40% of homosexual and bisexual teens are more likely to be singled out for punishment in schools and arrested for crimes. Those statistics frighten me, as they should any parent. What has society been teaching people? You would think that in the year 2011 we would have grown above and beyond this, but new research shows that this is not the case.

I have come to a new understanding with myself now. I vocally and vehemently support my daughter in this decision. Who is society to decide who she can and can’t love? It should be enough that she lives a good life and doesn’t do harm to others. There are so many parents that do not stand beside their children in this choice, but that is exactly what it is…a choice. It isn’t mine, or anyone else’s to make. It’s hers and hers alone. I have talked to the girl that she is seeing, and she is a very nice young lady as well. Her parents aren’t supportive at all, that is sad to me because they have so many others things that they have to deal with. They need the support of the people that they love and trust the most. They should not have to worry about disappointing us for something that they have no control over. I will continue to cheer in my daughter’s corner, and do whatever I can to make this as easy for her as humanly possible. And let it be known that God be with the person that ever does her wrong because of it!

I recently wrote a short article sharing the beginnings of my journey as a toy collector. This is the second installment. It has become increasingly interesting, to say the least. Yes, the mailman is still looking at me like I am the uni-bomber, as he delivers two to three packages a week. Especially because I seem to be standing at the front door waiting for him to walk up the drive. I really think that he is a little scared of me. I do believe that I am becoming addicted to this. There are, however, worse things to look forward to. I have quite a few friends now, who are checking in with me every few days for updates on new things that I get. I thought that I would share a few of these stories with you.

A little about me…I am a 41 year old mother of two, with two more children who belong to my boyfriend. He is a long-haul truck driver who is gone for five to six days, then home for one or two days. Needless to say mommy needs a little me time at the end of the day. Thanks to my newly found vibrator collection, that is happening a lot more frequently. It’s a good thing that there are locks on my bedroom door. Our sex life is great when he is home, but he is gone a lot more than he is home. That makes for a lot of lonely nights. It is definitely a lot more bearable since joining the EdenFantasys community, and trying out lots of new and exciting things.

At first when I talked to him about joining and doing reviews on different adult products, he just looked at me a little strangely. Once the first couple of vibrators arrived, he started becoming a little more interested. He is not shy, by any means, about the things that he likes, and he’s pretty verbal about it, which is working out well. He started asking what other kinds of products that I could buy on the site, and what kind of things that we would be interested in trying. Yes, this could be quite a good little set-up we have working here…

As I mentioned before, he is gone from home from Monday morning to Friday evening, in his truck. His truck does have a DVD player and bed in the back. I thought that I could help get him excited about this whole program by picking him up a little care package. So I ordered him a Pussy Palm Clear; A tube of Ultra lube; and a copy of Butt Banged Naughty Nurses, and sent it to work with him. He didn’t even make it through the first night without busting out all three and giving them a test run. Later that night, I received a phone call from him thanking me for thinking of him, and stating that “Yeah, I think this might be a pretty fun site to shop on.” It looked like we were off to a pretty good start.

His last weekend home, I had more surprises awaiting his arrival. I ordered the Lover’s Fantasy Kit with handcuffs, blindfold and a whip, as well as a couple of new vibes. After waiting for the kids to crash, we headed to the bedroom to try out our new toys. After a couple of hours of intense sex, we lied there trying to catch our breath, and decided that we are definitely enjoying all of this. We are also thrilled at the variety of things that are offered, because at the rate we are going, we might run out of things to try on another site. EdenFantasys has so much of a variety to offer, that I doubt we could put a dent in all of the products.

Now we are back at Friday again. I have been busy all week trying to keep this house running smoothly, washing more dishes than most restaurants, and doing more laundry than any cleaner in town. I am sitting at the computer, just got finished doing my things on EdenFantasys, and looking for more things to get. He should be home within the next few hours, and I honestly cannot wait!

I have quite the weekend planned out for him. I received an order earlier this week that he does not know about yet….heehee. I got Tit clamps, the Patent paddle, Vibro penis ring, and ta..da, The Fetish Fantasy Series Door Swing! I have been pacing, waiting to see his reaction to it all once he gets here. I have a feeling that he might take the kids to Grandma’s for the weekend. I am anticipating having so much fun that I feel faint just thinking about all the pleasure to cum.

So, I will sit here and try to think of things to keep me busy until he gets here, and we do something with these rugrats for the night. I sure hope that he will be able to work Monday…Who knows he may not have the energy to walk to his truck. That is what I am hoping for anyway.

Until next time….keep on rockin…..

Whatever happened to the good old days, where kids stayed out of their parent’s things for fear of getting beat or grounded? I really wish that I knew the answer to that question. This weekend I faced probably the single most embarrassing thing that I have ever had the misfortune of living through.

Time and time again my boyfriend has warned me about hiding my toys. He is so paranoid about someone spotting them. Me, I have never really worried about it too much. He has two teenage sons, and I have a teenage daughter and a seven year old. I always figured “Well, people shouldn’t be snooping through my things anyway.” I mean, shouldn’t I be entitled to my privacy in my own bedroom? Why should I have to hide things in a place where no one else has any business being? Hmmm…I guess maybe I should have paid a little more attention to him! This weekend our biggest fear had to be faced. Sheesh!

I mean, it’s not like I have enough things to open a store or anything. I have a small collection of “Aids” for our bedroom adventures. But come on, there should be some degree of privacy. I try to give them their space, and I would bet that now they will give me a little more. I put my vibrators and other toys up in bags. I close everything up and then hide them in a drawer in the bottom of my dresser. Spying little creeps! They are probably going to go through my computer and read this too.

We were sitting in the living room Saturday evening, watching some random movie on television, when his 13 year old comes strolling in the living room holding my pink Flash Flapper in his hands. One of my personal favorites, as it rotates and lights up. The look that his dad and I exchanged probably could never be duplicated, and rightly so! Everyone sat there in total silence for a minute before his 16 year old burst out laughing, which set my boyfriend off too. With tears rolling down his face, and gasping for breath, he informed me “Well, I have mentioned this before, so I think that this is something that you can handle on your own.”

About this time, the 13 year old innocently asks “What is this for?” How in the world do you respond to a question like that when half of the room is still laughing uncontrollably (I still want to know how the 16 year old knows what it is) and the other half is just looking around waiting for someone to answer? Well, how would you answer?

After taking a deep breath, I spoke in the most controlled voice that I could muster up. I told him “Well, when you are grown up and in love with someone, sometimes there are things that you do to share special times with each other.” At this point half of the room cleared out. My boyfriend is now howling like a hyena, gasping for breath like someone just kicked him in his solar plexus. Luckily, I did NOT have to go into more detail. As it slowly dawned on him what he was holding, he dropped it on the floor, looked between his father and me, and said in a not so quiet voice “Aw man, ya’ll are GROSS!”

I can’t even imagine the crimson shade that I must have been as I walked outside and got into the car. My boyfriend called me on the cellphone, and I am assuming he was asking where I was going…I really couldn’t tell through the choked laughter. I just hung up. I went to Walmart and they have lockable suitcases, which I purchased and brought home. After neatly tucking and locking away all of my playthings, I went to the kitchen and made myself a drink. I am still having trouble looking the boy in the eyes. I guess that will eventually pass. I just hope that we haven’t scarred him too badly.

Just a little word to the wise…Don’t ever assume that your private things will stay private with nosy little people around. I wish I would have invested in somewhere to lock things up before. It would definitely have saved a LOT of embarrassment!

Let me start by saying that I have accumulated a vast collection of lingerie through the years, as well as a few dearly loved toys. I never really relished the idea of going into sex shops, as I live in Houston and there are a lot of shady characters that frequent these establishments. I have for years, though, had an insane curiosity and desire to try out a few more things.

A friend of mine recently turned me on to the EdenFantasys’ Facebook page, and here it all began… .

After liking the page to get my free Kissa vibrator, joining the community, getting a mentor, and mulling over the site, my journey started. What a great journey it has become!

I started with the free Kissa. Plus I made an order and received another free gift, and haven’t slowed down since. I eagerly watched every move the mailman made for days until I received my first order. After tearing open the box, making sure all the doors were locked, and getting myself comfortable, I began trying out my new treasures. And subsequently, I do believe that I may have created a monster….heehee.

I have now been a reviewer a little over two weeks and have accumulated three vibes, one mini-vibe, one bullet, and two finger vibes, with two more shipments on the way including my first assignment! My local clerk at Walgreens is now eyeballing me funny on my battery purchases, and the mailman looks terrified as I stand at the door everyday when it’s mail time. My boyfriend however couldn’t be happier! He is getting just as excited as I am over our little secrets arriving.

So now I am sitting here checking my shipment status so that I know when to start hanging out at the screen door again, waiting for my new-found friend…the mailman, and looking at what we will try next. Edenfantasys, you have made a fan out of me for sure. And I am pretty sure that my boyfriend will forever be in your debt.

More to come……

In today’s times, I see so many friends who are suffering in relationships that make them completely unhappy. People that hook up online with others that they know absolutely nothing about in real life, and then they wonder why it never works out….Why? I tried for years to figure this out, and for the life of me kept drawing blanks.

I watched in disbelief as the people that I cared so dearly about let themselves be hurt over and over by the same people, with promises of new beginnings. Promises to never cheat again, promises to never hit again, never yell, and on and on. Promises that were never met. Hearts and spirits were getting stomped all over.

About 10 years ago, I was dating a man that had been a friend for a few years. We started having problems because he couldn’t decide what he wanted out of the relationship, and I found myself feeling the same thing that I had seen in some of my friends. Feeling depressed, unworthy, basically like I wasn’t good enough. The fights soon began and whew, they were some doozies.

I ended up leaving the relationship but we remained friends. We still talked a lot and during one conversation he said something to me that changed my life, and I will never forget it. He told me that I needed to be alone and prove to myself just how much I was worth. He said “Because you’ll never be happy with anyone else until you are truly happy with yourself first.” They have become words to live by.

I took that advice, went back to college, and lived on my own, finding out who I really was for a while before I even seriously dated again. I did learn to truly love myself and learned to count on me, too have faith in me before anyone else.

Fast forward to the present day… I have now been in a committed relationship with the same man that taught me this years ago, for almost two years. Sure, we have arguments from time to time, but for the most part we have the best relationship of any of the other couples I know. Maybe because we both are aware that even though it may not be what we want, we will be fine if something does happen someday where we choose to not be together.

So just remember…try to love you! Don’t rely on someone else to do all the loving for you.  :)