Friday, December 10, 2010

Get DEAD SEXY and Show a Zombie Some Love!

Thanks so much for letting me guest blog today!

Readers often ask me how I come up with ideas for my books, so I thought I'd give you a little behind-the-scenes peek at how I came up with my new release, a paranormal erotic romance from Ellora's Cave called DEAD SEXY.

Before I say anything else though, isn't that cover too hot for words?! When the art department sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book. The hero is "Dead Sexy," after all!

Okay, back to the story and how I came up with it. First, to set the stage, I need to share a little something with you about myself. Well, about my hubby and me, actually. We love zombie movies, from the George Romero gems to Shaun of the Dead and everything in between, including "Walking Dead," the new series on AMC. You just can't go wrong with a movie full of walking dead people, can you? Well, if you've ever seen a zombie movie (or even you haven't), then you know the creatures aren't the heroes of the film. I mean, how can they be, right? They're all dead and decayed and downright unattractive, not to mention pretty damn scary. Which was why you can imagine my surprise when my hubby suggested I write an erotic romance about a zombie hero. I was like, you're kidding, right? What woman in her right mind would fall in love with a dead guy? No way could that possibly work, or so I thought.

Turns out, my hubby wasn't kidding. In fact, he started working up ideas for the story.

"The hero didn't have to be a zombie all the time," he told me. "Think outside the box - take a little literary license!"

Okay, I thought. I suppose I could be open minded.

My hubby told me that in his out-of-the-box world, the hunky hero got cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess and only turns into a zombie sometimes.

"I'm listening," I said.

"And when he does go zombie, he doesn't have to be like the kind in the movies," my hubby added. "Well, he has to look like one, you know all dead and stuff, but he doesn't have to be a mindless creature or attack humans or eat anything gross."

So, brains are completely out, thanks goodness!

"Think Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki, with a really, really, really dark tan - (yes, my hubby knows I've got a thing for the Supernatural hunks!) - well, maybe more gray and black than tan, but you get the idea."

I thought about that for a minute. "So, the hero's dead, but he's still sexy, is that what you're saying?"

"Exactly," he said, giving me a grin as my eyes lit up with understanding.

By that point, my hubby had pretty much sold me on the idea. Of course, I knew if I ran with it, I was going to have to sell it to a publisher, and I knew that could be tough since the hero is a zombie. But I ran with it anyway and ended up with a full-length novel. And it came out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself! I still had to find a publisher for it, though.

About this same time, It just so happens that several of my other books were in the process of being picked up by Ellora's Cave and I thought what the heck? Why not pitch it to my editor there and see what she thinks? So I did, and she told me to send it to her. She was interested to see how I handled the whole zombie-thing. Well, long story, short, she liked it. A lot! My zombie romance with it's dead-sexy hero had a home! I was thrilled and my hubby walked around for a week with a smug, "I-told-you-so" look on his face.

I've been getting the word out there about DEAD SEXY ever since I signed the contract for it and I'm thrilled with the interest from readers who can't wait to get their hands on it! I can't wait for them to read it, too!

Now that I've revealed the story behind the story, I thought I'd share the blurb and an excerpt just to whet your appetite for more!


Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York’s Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.

The sex is the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won’t have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.


As she led him up the steps to the second floor, Drake found himself wondering if she would ask him in. And wondering what he’d say if she did. When they came to a stop outside the door to her apartment, Simone turned to give him a smile.

“I had a great time tonight.”

“Me, too.”

She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully as if unsure what she wanted to say next. It was probably an unconscious gesture, something she did whenever she was thinking, but to him, it was sexy as hell and all he could think about was kissing her.

Surely, one kiss couldn’t hurt. He desperately wanted to. He hadn’t kissed a woman in so long. It would be nice to see if he still remembered how.

Before he could stop himself, Drake tilted Simone’s face up to his and pressed his mouth to hers.

She tasted just as sweet and delicious as he thought she would. Her lips were soft and pliant under his as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly seeking his out.

Drake groaned and slid his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. Simone sighed into his mouth, running her hands up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders. The feel of her touch was like a tonic to his deprived soul and he let out another groan, deeper this time.

He ran his free hand up her side and around to her breast, cupping it through the soft material of her dress. He couldn’t stop himself and apparently, Simone didn’t want him to. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through their clothes as she pressed up against his hard cock. Damn, she felt good.

Drake drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently suckled on it before slowly kissing his way along the delicate curve of her jaw. Simone clutched his shoulders and tilted her head back. He eagerly trailed a path of hot kisses down her neck, then back up, his mouth finding hers again. Simone looped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their tongues met.

Down the hall, a door slammed, reminding him where they were.

Drake dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. He had to get it together because he was about five seconds away from doing something really stupid. Like taking her to bed. “I should go.”

Her lips curved into a sexy, flirtatious smile. “Or you could stay.”

God, how he wanted to. But as much as he’d love to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body, he couldn’t take the chance he might go zombie on her right in the middle of sex. Talk about coitus interruptus, And it had already been almost four days since he last turned, which meant he was already pushing his luck.

“You don’t know how much I want to,” he groaned. “But I can’t.”

Simone looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. “Why not?”

“Because I…” He hesitated, trying to come up with something that would sound believable. “I have a column due in the morning and I haven’t even started on it yet.” She knew all about deadlines, so she would understand that. Besides, he did have a column to write, it just wasn’t due until next week. “Rain check?”

She looked disappointed, but she smiled anyway. “Absolutely. How does coming over for dinner tomorrow night sound?”

It would be crazy to agree when he could be so close to having an episode, but he couldn’t say no. Not when she asked in that soft, sultry voice. “Sounds great.”

“Good. Be here at seven.”

“Seven it is.”

She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be late.”

His mouth twitched. “I won’t.” He bent his head to kiss her again, then groaned. “If I don’t go now, I’ll be here all night.”

Simone laughed. “Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Not to me, but my editor at Money Issues might not be too understanding when he doesn’t find my column sitting in his inbox tomorrow.”

She sighed. “Deadlines can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Okay, go home and write your column. I’ll cuddle up with a bowl of ice cream instead.”

He chuckled. “Sounds better than taking a cold shower, which is what I’m going to be doing when I get home.” He closed his mouth over hers once more. “See you tomorrow night, beautiful.”

Resisting the urge to pull her into his arms again, Drake turned and walked down the hallway toward the stairwell. At the top of the steps, he glanced over his shoulder to see Simone standing where he’d left her, a sexy curve to her lips.

It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to go back and pin her against the door for one more long, lingering kiss. God, what he wouldn’t give to spend the night with her. Man, it was going to take more than a cold shower to get her out of his head.

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and that you can't wait to read more! You can get DEAD SEXY from Ellora's Cave at

You can also check out the trailer here!

If you decide to pick up DEAD SEXY, let me know how you like it!


Monday, November 8, 2010

BREAKING TABOO at 4pm PST/7pm EST with guest Teri Ahlstrom discussing "The Scarlet Tramp Stamp", also the unholy Rev. Jeffrey Brunk with Legalizing Prostitution live streaming out of LA on New Dissident Radio Come get your Dissident on.

Top Story -The Scarlet Stamp Tramp
As a society we still embrace the ridiculous notion that “good girls don’t” while “bad girls do.” What is it they do or don’t do? Sex. Plain and simple. It doesn’t even have to be wild, kinky, bondage sex. If you’ve bumped naughty bits with more than a few men (exact number depends on who is judging you) you’re a ….slut. Pass me the scarlet tramp stamp please.

Slut’s a word that is spilling from a lot of lips lately, thanks in part to the on-going hysterics over a Duke University man-eating power point, AND the recent media tittering over right-wing female political candidates denouncing female sexuality or being covered in mud due to their own past “indiscretions.”  Why is it that the slut stamp can still be flung at women as a weapon? Some of the worst abusers ARE women.

The stereotype and name calling is stirring up a shit storm and bringing into question what exactly is feminism these days. It’s not about women’s domination over men, revenge for past wrongs, or even proving who is better. AND it shouldn't be about slut-bashing. The era of the femi-nazi is over...despite certain factions whining in morale outrage.

We’ve finally, finally entered a time in our society when a large number of women, particularly women in their prime, are becoming comfortable with their own sexuality. They are tossing off the restrictions placed on them by the values of others and making up their own minds about what they like, don’t like and who they want to do it with and how often. What right does anyone have to call women who are discovering their own sense of empowerment and equality, sluts? Think about the mixed messages this is sending to teen girls. No wonder we’re all fucked up.

Like priests who rant against gays while hiding little boys in their closets, me thinks the judgmental protest too much.
On the plus side I'd rather be called a slut than a narrow-minded, shriveled up, judgmental prude. Just sayin.


Here you're shunned as a slut, there you're stoned. or set on fire.

"We Love You Long Time...."
Contributed by the Unholy Rev. Jeffrey Brunk

Recently, the United Nations Human Rights Council dove little head first into the plight of sex workers in the United States. The report submitted by the Best Practices Policy Project, Desiree Alliance, and theSexual Rights Initiative focuses on civil and human rights violations of those engaged, or perceived to be engaged, in sexual trade and sex work in the U.S.

Prostitution is a dirty word, much like Cancer, colonoscopy and Snooki. Cancer is an unwelcomed reality of life. Colonoscopies are an unwelcome result of that reality and, well, Snooki happens whether we like it or not. However, the question of whether prostitution should be legal, even decriminalized, is a moral issue. Sex workers do not sell themselves. They sell a service and are paid for that service. 

Agreed, there is a plethora of pros an cons, tangent arguments and a seemingly insurmountable mountain of education needed in order to bring the stigma of those who choose to engage in sex work to the masses for consideration.

The advocates make a case for the humanizing of those holding fast to the oldest profession. Their reasoning "isn't that prostitution is great for women, or that trafficking and abuse aren't real threats. The proposition is pretty sane and simple, from a workers' standpoint: The sex trade, like many other "legal" jobs, falls on a wide spectrum of exploitation within a capitalist labor system. The work itself may represent realities that people find immoral or disturbing. But the people doing the work are more than mere proxies in a culture war; they're human, and that alone entitles them to equality before the law."

Guests Today:
I’m a regular gal who grew up all over the place as an Air Force brat. I married at 21, had three fantastic children and divorced after 18 years of a bad marriage. My kids are all in their twenties now, and have given me two beautiful granddaughters. At age 50, I’m living and loving in Virginia and learning to adapt to the southern lifestyle (after many years in Southern California). My wonderful partner of five years lives with me and I refer to him as Yummy (or Master, depending on the game we are playing). It was never my intention to become involved again in a long term relationship but he is an exceptional person who lets me be who I am, making no demands. I’ve discovered by observing other good relationships that the key foundation is mutual consideration and respect. I’ll now have no other kind of relationship in my life. I’m in the process of writing a book called, “Give a Man an Inch and He’ll Try to Give You All Six!” It should be completed by the time I’m 65. ;)
I have two main beliefs about men and women.
One is a quote by Katharine Hepburn ~ “If you want to exchange the admiration of many for the criticism of one, then go ahead and get married.” The other is that pussy is always the commodity.

And of course our favorite unholy Reverend, the one and only disfunctional genius Jeffrey Brunk. You can keep in touch with him when he's not breaking taboos on the air by visiting his blog:

Don't forget to check out the weekly novel review by KZ here: for a Little Triple P

Monday, November 1, 2010

Breaking Some Taboos - Topics and Guest for Nov. 1

LINKAGE TO PODCAST of this show:


Today on BREAKING TABOO we'll be discussing Male Stereotypes and Prison Myths, with an inside look at what prison is REALLY like with special guest Maury Lipschitz. Only on Monday 4pm PST/ 7pm EST

Happy Day of the Dead!

Alpha Who? Male Gender Roles
Shockingly little attention is given to male stereotypes in current society. Its as if men have fallen through the crack of awareness with ALL the focus on fixing the female roles. Which should be fixed, don’t get me wrong. There is still a glass ceiling in many industries and women are second class citizens in many cultures. BUT, the neglect in addressing how men are “defined” and how they define themselves is disturbing.  Because as the female role changes, so does the male.  A sociological imbalance has been created between what is taught to men and what they have to deal with in reality. Remember – we are constantly shaped subconsciously by the gender role messages and attitudes of our media, our education systems, our peers, and our families.

There is a serious catch 22 that is mostly ignored by not only society but by men themselves. The empty well that now exists creates an environment where some men long for the "good old days, when men were men and women were women" as illustrated by the popularity of shows such as Mad Men. But the men are left feeling incomplete and off balance, because of course, those days are gone.

It isn't that the male gender, specifically their subconscious, longs for women to be second class citizens and know their place. (Okay – some here in the south do, but they’re Neanderthals.)  To my mind, it is more of a hunger for a clearly defined role in society.

Most women KNOW what we are striving to achieve as women, and if we don’t there are a million magazines, Oprah, and self-help books and studies to tell us.  Men - on the other hand have been raised to believe that a real man cares for his family, gives them the good life, blah, blah, blah. But guess what, he struggles to achieve that in a society where women now contribute as much and in some cases more than the male in a family. So where does the self measurement of personal success come from then? The old gender models need to be addressed and not just discarded, but replaced with new measures. Because pressure to succeed as a “male”, to meet societal and familial expectations leads to shorter life expectancy, stress, heart problems, ulcers, alcoholism, crime, drugs, etc.  The fact is it is no longer needed or called for.  But society has failed to let the males of our culture know that.

Under the Big House - Prison Mythconceptions
American prisons and jails held over 2.3 million inmates in 2008. About one in every 18 men in the U.S. was behind bars or being monitored. The numbers have dropped in 2010 apparently do to reforms in sentencing but it’s still way the hell up there with the largest number of inmates by far being male.

Given the pressure to succeed at any cost, the innate aggressiveness that many males seem to have… and are encouraged to have – it really isn’t a surprise is it? As women step up to a more equal footing in society, the number of women in prisons is rising. Stress, fear, greed, anger, hatred, desperation – these are all factors that can contribute to someone making a bad decision that leads them down the merry road to prison hell.

I’ve now heard several times: the only difference between a convict and everyone else is that we were just never been caught. We all have done something wrong at one point in our lives. Something illegal. Something that breaks the law of the land.

Prison used to be the boogyman land. We were told you went to prison and had to work in chain gangs, survive knife fights, deal with being raped nightly. It was a place to live in terror of because the men came out worse than they went in.

Somehow that changed and suddenly prison is practically a country club, with inmates passing their time with free meals, television, gym, free schooling and no pressure to have to deal with the “real world.”  Especially for those white collar criminals. They have plush cells and their own internet. If it wasn’t for the prison gangs still trying to make everyone their bitches, it would probably be a damn fine vacation. That’s why criminals can’t be rehabilitated – they don’t mind going back in. Jail is a free ride for them on the backs of the tax payers. Oh and don’t forget, they all claim they’re innocent.

Guess what. We’ve got most of it all wrong. Maybe it’s the fault of the media, movies, television, word of mouth or a combination of all those. Maybe it’s the fault of fear.


What Maury sez about Maury Lipschitz:
"Maurice Lieb Lipschitz - 43 years old, ex-con, securities fraud, conspiracy to commit wire fraud

60 month sentence-----early release 27 months

College athlete (Wrestler)

Went to Wall Street the day after graduation from college.

Started career at Lehman Brothers-----Institutional and retail stock broker for 13 years in NYC

Ran an OTC trading desk----produced daily research reports, managed investment portfolios

High School Rock and Roll star. Artist. Sometimes insecure, but always love people.

Over achiever----fear of failure sometimes becomes an obsession.

All-in kind of person....never goes half-way.

Catholic.....but chose the most Jewish sounding name I could think of to play the obnoxious super agent to the stars, as my alter-ego.

Hates religion...loves spirituality. Religion is a farce made up by men.....but I believe in the power of positive thinking and focus to achieve goals. Entrepreneur. Owner of several small businesses.

Likes to talk about the market------LOVES to talk about health and fitness.

I love to find things to laugh about every day.

Don't think I've ever turned my back on anybody that asked for my help.

I know prison life. It ain't fun."

My additional two-cents about Maury:
Part comedian, part smart-ass, part genius, part big-hearted softy (shhh - don't tell him i said that) - he knows about surviving prison life and coming out the other side with a renewed drive for life.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Massa Sage Where ARE you?

Southern Sage blog is gone, his facebook is closed, his email account deleted. It doesn't look good for finding out how one of my long time friends is doing.
It's karma in a way I suppose considering I have up on vanished online several times on people due to various  "issues". There is a real sorrow in losing someone you've known for years, knowing you are unlikely to hear their special brand of humor, delight in their wit and just know they are there for you to reach out to when you need them.
Where ever you are out there Massa Sage - hope you're doing well and thanks for the wonderful friendship.
~laying flowers on the grave of your alter ego and shedding a tear~

Monday, October 25, 2010

B REAKING TABOO -The PAges Are Stuck Together So We Can't Finger the Remote Control

contributed by Rev. Jeffrey Brunk 

Last week, the Parents Television Council mis-placed their collective remote control and picked up a GQ magazine. One can only imagine that a soccer dad has a stash of GQ, Maxim and Details magazines hidden in the spare tire compartment of the family truckster. Unfortunately for him, while mommy was vacuuming stale Cheerios from the trunk she stumbled across the stash and discovered, to her horror, that cast members of the television show 'GLEE' were involved in a sexualized photo spread in the latest GQ. 

The Council has spoken. Council president Tim Winter claims the photos border in pedophilia and are nearly pornographic. The group is correct in stating that GQ is an adult male magazine. The group, however, fails to mention that the female cast members in question, Lea Michell and Dianna Agron, are both in their mid-twenties. The PTC also suggests on its website that 'America's Funniest Home Videos' may not be suitable for families due to 'occasional nudity, usually a bare baby's bottom.' 

At issue is more than a photo spread of young, clothed women nestled between three hundred pages of advertisements for men's fashion and grooming needs. Those more open-minded individuals might wonder why a Television watchdog group bent on censorship is now policing print media. The PTC will claim it is an on-going effort to shield little Chelsea and Johnny from the evils of the adult world. Stand in a checkout line at your local supermarket and peruse the plethora of women's mags that blare pictures and headlines about celebrity sex lives. Where is the PTC outrage? Dads nationwide will now be TiVo'ing 'GLEE' in order to better educate themselves on its lurid, 'hyper-sexualized' cast. They also want their magazines back.

BREAKING TABOO - Pervin’ on Porn

Join me on BREAKING TABOO  with very special guest Porn Star and Director Rebecca Lord discussing the Porn Industry. Also joining us is the Unholy Rev. Jeffrey Brunk covering the PTC Not Feeling the Glee. Live streaming from LA at 4pm PST/7pm EST. Station Link: - listen anywhere in the world. 

 Pornography is going to bring about the moral decay and collapse of society. It’s been working on it for the last… ohhhh… 30,000 years, give or take a millennium or two.
Greeks and Romans had erotic sculptures and frescos showing homosexuality, orgies and more, while in India the Kama Sutra was being snatched off the scroll shelf by the boatload. Ancient Peru got their kink on with ceramic pottery and the Japanese   perv’d to erotic woodblock prints, and the Chinese turned dildo-making into an art form. Actually, the oldest verified dildo is from 30,000 years ago. How much you want to bet it played a starring role in a little Palaeolithic voyeurism?

The likelihood of porn bringing about the collapse of civilization – probably not all that great, unless you count it as a 30,000 year downward spiral. According to some sources, the highest users of porn are teens, with more than 11 million regularly viewing porn online. Worldwide, there are 4.2 million pornographic websites, 420 million pornographic web pages, and 68 million daily search engine requests. I’m not sure how they got their teen stats since I’m pretty sure most teenagers wouldn’t confess to viewing porn – even though they do. And have. Since the beginning of time.

The news is speckled with stories of porn stars who reveal the “truth” about porn. In almost every case they seem to have left the porn industry to either work for a sex addiction clinic, promote a book about the evils of porn, joined a ministry, or in some way ditched the horns for the halo agenda. Really, isn’t that still just selling themselves in a different way? And while most of us don’t sell our sexual talents, almost everyone who works has to sell themselves on a regular basis. So get the fuck over the hypocrisy and holier than thou judging already.

Is it a risky business? Definitely as highlighted by the recent HIV scare. Does it entail dumbassedness – yup – just look at the lack of mandatory condom use. But there is a mix of truths and lies about the porn industry. Which is true and which is false depends on who you ask. So we’re asking Rebecca Lord.

True or False - the porn industry:
-Industry is rife with violence and coercion.
-Only perverted men and boys enjoy it.
-Porn stars are dumb and can’t get a better job.
-Normal / nice women don’t like porn.
-Porn degrades women.
-Male porn stars have to take Viagra.
-Most porn is outside the sexual mainstream and depicts depicting bestiality, pedophilia, rape and BDSM.
-Drugs and sexually transmitted diseases are rampant.
-There is no supporting data connecting porn with criminal behavior.
-Strippers and porn actresses are just college students looking to make some extra money.
-Female porn stars become lesbians because they get tired of all that dick day in and day out.
-75%-90% of porn performers are prostituted women.
-Porn actors have personal backgrounds of abuse and neglect.
-Once you’ve worked in the Porn industry no one will take you seriously as an actor, dancer, etc.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

HEADS UP (no pun intended)

You don't want to miss Monday's BREAKING TABOO and my very special guest Porn Star and Director Rebecca Lord discussing... you get one guess. (heh) Also Unholy Rev. Jeffrey Brunk covering the PTC Not Feeling the Glee. Live streaming from LA on at 4pm PST/7pm EST. 

Station Link to listen anywhere in the world. 

Cuz we wanna help you get your dissident on.

A Bit About Rebecca Lord
Rebecca has been in every major magazines in the US (except for Playboy, cuz her boobies just aren't big enough she says.) and UK, France and has been the number one porn star in Japan for several years. She is also the first porn star to tour Japan since Tracy Lords.

She has appeared in over 200 porn movies and directed and produced several videos she's starred in. She became  less active in porn movies but hasn't retired. She has been married to the same man since the age of 17.

Rebecca's latest movie as a director is "The Secretary" for French Production Marc Dorcel will be released in November this year. 
Her Movie and Magazine lists can be found here:
Her website: 

On a personal note - Becca has been an online friend for over two years and has one of the most wicked senses of humor of anyone I know. The woman is bloody brilliant and has an enormous heart. I've adored her forever so having her on the show is a special treat for me.

Monday, October 18, 2010

BREAKING TABOO Stories for Monday October 18

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It's going to be a super hot Breaking Taboo with erotica authors Eden Bradley-Eve BerlinCrystal Jordan, and Between the Sheet's Lora Somoza - it's all about the taboos surrounding masturbation & objectifying men as sex objects. Live streaming on today at 4pm PST/7pm EST. Podcasts available after the show on station website. 


Two-Finger Tango
Masturbation is word of the week…month… maybe the year, thanks to dorky O’Donnell. As much as I dislike her ideas, I approve of the dialog that her bumbling has sparked. The word masturbation is shrouded in shame, denial, fear, loneliness and perceptions of perversion.

This is especially true when it is associated with women. Society has created an absurdly contrary stereotype: women who never masturbate and are less than sexually enthusiastic are prudes; while women who not only enjoy some Clit’o’rama but also talk  about it and admit to being sexually liberated are labeled as sluts. Granted, most women fall somewhere in the middle of that – they masturbate, enjoy sex, but don’t openly discuss it. The problem with that is silence feeds the misconceptions and outright falsehoods that surround a topic like masturbation. It perpetuates the cycle among the youth as they mimic the shame of the adults around them. Children are told it is abnormal, not natural, when in truth it is very much a natural act. Shame lays the bricks for the tower of sexual repression in our society.

There is less of a stigma attached to men masturbating because you know, they just can’t control themselves, sexual beasts that they are. Medical studies point to masturbation as an aid in preventing prostrate cancer. For women there are apparently no benefits except pleasure. I fail to see why that’s a problem.


Gimme Your Studly Sex
Men have been objectifying women as sex objects since…well… forever.
I’m told by male friends objectification is alive and well, particularly in certain cultures. Worst case dehumanizes the subject to the point where the offender treats the object of lust with disrespect and abuse. But for most, objectification takes the shape of lust, fantasy, and in some cases those desires are acted upon for a meaningless bumping of naughty bits. This is where the old double-standard rears its ugly head.
When a woman objectifies men, pretty much turning the tables, she’s greeted with disbelief and shock. She’s a whore if she’s had more than a handful of lovers. Yeah - even in the 21st Century. Go figure. She’s a slut if she admits she just wanted him for his big cock and hard body.

It’s ridiculous that a powerpoint about a woman’s conquests went viral and made the news. The attitudes of society with its “girls must act this way, while boys can act any old way they want” is totally delusional. Wake up. Women ARE sexual creatures. An enormous percent of women LOVE sex. And a growing number aren’t ashamed of it. In fact – women are beginning to celebrate their own sexuality in record numbers. We look at male eyecandy and drool. We nudge our girlfriends and make raunchy sexist remarks about tight male butts. And it’s not because the men are lined up begging to be objectified. Although they are.

Forget all the feminist propaganda and political correctness bullshit for a moment. Women are every bit as mentally naughty as men and objectify men ALL the time. Sometimes (gasp) they even act on it and enjoy an evening of no-strings sex. It doesn't make the women sluts or whores. Just sexually confident and on the same playing field as men.
What we're really talking about are choices between consenting adults with the woman taking the initiative. Truly the how, what and wherefore, are no one else’s damn business. So stop with the judging.
Now drop your jeans and bend over so I can check out your ass.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Breaking Taboo - on

Guests Jacqueline Frank and Reverend Jeffrey Brunk

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In Sane Artists
I’ve said this many times in discussions, artists have the biggest egos and the greatest insecurities of anyone. It takes giant cohones to think that you can create something unique and original and then put it out there for the world to see and rip apart. Because artists invest so much of themselves into their creations, they also battle vicious insecurities. This stewpot of emotion is spiced by peers who view those artsy types as …well, not quite right in the head. Some critics blame the father of label slapping, Freud, for promoting the theme of artistic madness, but historically, that perception pre-dates his psycho-babble.
Examples of famous artists who have been termed "crazy artists" include Charles Dickens, Virginia Woolf, Leo Tolstoy, John Keats, SylviaPlath, Tennessee Williams, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Edgar Allan Poe, Paul Gaugin, Michelangelo and of course the poster child  - Vincent Van Gogh.
Some battled with depression, others with alcohol and/or drugs. But is that a symptom of seeing too much, of perceiving the world differently or visa versa? Okay, so It’s true a good number of artists tend to be emotional. A dispassionate artist is a rarity.
Were they labeled as insane, eccentric or outright nuts by their societies because they didn’t quite fit into the “normal” box of that particular time? Or because they defied convention, had original thoughts and heaven forbid – expressed them? If you define abnormal as the opposite of normal, but normal is something that fluxuates depending on the culture and the point in history – then really who are the crazy ones? Those that live outside the imposed boundaries or those that choose to bind themselves up with them?
There is no doubt that most artists tend to see themselves as somewhat separate or mentally existing outside general society, but aside from playing on the freedom that eccentricity allows, most are not and do not consider themselves crazy. It doesn’t take insanity or depression to create great art. The myth that suffering equals great art is a lie that needs to die. Usually the opposite is true, since critical and original thinking require heightened awareness and the ability to make huge jumps in logic and creative problem solving.
In fact, if you ask most intensely creative people, they will tell you, they are by and far much more sane than the majority of humanity that lives an uninspired existence.

Contributed By Jeff brunk
Who Put Date-Rape Drugs in the Holy Water?
It's been an embarrassing time lately for the flocks, brethren. It seems that the Shepherds who preacheth hypocrisy have been leading the flocks into a dark acre of the pasture, dropping trou and taking Jesus for a ride down the ol' dirt road. Baaaa'd shepherd!
Westboro Baptist Church resident lump of clay Fred Phelps, Louisiana pastor Martin Denesse, Albert Mohler, the Southern Baptist leader who calls yoga an anti-Christian practice .... they have each been busy gaining notoriety for absurdities while blatantly displaying hypocritical behavior that contradicts the very messages contained in the Holy Tomes that they so revere.
It's quite disconcerting that Lindsay Lohan is continually locked up and forced to wear an ankle bracelet to monitor her alcohol intake yet 'tards like Phelps and his crop of dingleberries can spew fallacies and hatred at a funeral without fear of reprisal due to religious freedoms. More disconcerting is that backwards-thinking, ignorant religious leaders like Phelps and his ilk have hundreds if not thousands of faithful followers who will swallow anything that their shepherd tells them as being the verbatim words and will of God ... with the exception of another man's phallus, unless it is determined that Jesus truly was gay. Then it's going to be an 'every man for himself' melee as Phelps runs naked through the streets of Washington, dingus in hand, aiming to 'Stick it to the man', quite literally.
There is little wonder why many of the world's religions look at Christianity as a blight upon humanity. Not all Christians are bad. Most are fine people, as are their respective pastors. What fringe leaders such as Fred Phelps equate to are the suicide bombers of radical Islam and al Queda, the rock throwers in Gaza and the ignorant publicity-seeking dimwits of politics (Hello, Christine O'Donnell). For now, we can raiseth our hands to the sky, beckon the Great Energy of the Universe to send extra energy to these creatures of mental deficits and hope that the added ampage blows their bulbs. Who wouldn't love for Fred Phelps to be blown.