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Did I tell you I went to church camp once? Yep. Me, Ms. Dirty Sinner Herself, eighth grade, somewhere in Maine. My friend didn’t want to go alone, so I said I would keep her company. She got sick and didn’t make the bus.
I had fun, I guess. Lots of praying (which I was never good at) and being quiet (again, not exactly my thing), but food and tag and snow and fireplaces. Can’t complain, can’t complain.
What I can say, though, is that this is my experience with religion. That one weekend, combined with finding a picture of myself getting baptized (I know! crazy.), are all I have as reference points to godstuff in my world. Thus, when a friend from Maine wrote and thanked me for advice on a vibrator, and went on to say how her religion doesn’t smile on masturbation or toys, I had few and flimsy reasons not to put my foot in my mouth and mumble on my soapbox about “how could anyone not believe in masturbation or toys?!”
Yeah, not cool, I know. Well, masturbation and toys are cool, but smacktalking someone else’s religion: not so much. Got it. Everyone is different than I am, than you are. We all have different histories and hurdles. Different inspirations, promises, and priorities. Must remember these things.
Next:
re: mysexing blog, follow-up
Choosing “no answer” in your “sexual orientation” box pretty much means your gay, should you be in Maine or Wyoming or San Francisco.
Also:
I was hesitant to want to love the new ceramic dildos we’re carrying. Hesitations fall away when the light, pretty, and hard fucktoys are in your hands. And the leather case! Oh. Yes. (and yes, they come in black).
Lastly:
A picture of my sexy brain can be found here. Don’t get jealous.
Smartypants McBaptized,
jameson.
(p.s. If you haven’t yet checked out the new gv magazine, please do. This week’s featured artist takes pictures that will make you wanna hump things.)
