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I’ve Moved!

The big day is here! I’ve moved to my new online home at adorkableundies.com. I’m all unpacked and ready for visitors, so please drop by and say hi!

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Quickies

How many of us are having partnered sex each week? The Durex Sexual Wellbeing Global Survey polled 26,000 people in 26 countries and discovered that approximately 67% of folks worldwide are gettin’ it on each week.

There must be something in that Mediterranean air, because lovin’ is happening all over Greece, where 87% of respondents have sex weekly.  Meanwhile Japan reported the fewest number of people doing it, with only 34% of the population having sex weekly.

The United States had the next fewest bedfellows at 53%. Canadians are slightly randier – in any given week, 59% of our countrypeople are sexin’ it up!

Tomorrow I can finally share my fun secret project with you all! So wherever you are in the world, be sure to stop by and see what’s in store.

Fashion Friday

This week I feel sexy in…

Earrings: Forever 21. Sweater: Gap Outlet. Dress: Black House White Market. Belt: Thrifted. Tights: Sock Dreams. Shoes: Pierre Michel

Black and white!

I’ve been dressing in colour for as long as I can remember. I only recently began to see how black and white ensembles can create the same sense of whimsy and drama as the bright, bold hues I favour. This first outfit was blantantly ripped off from inspired by Sally. Sometimes a gal gets to feelin’ a little derivative.

Beret: eBay. Shirt: Old Navy. Belt: Joe Fresh (thrifted). Skirt: Ann Taylor (thrifted). Boots: Old Navy (gifted from my mom).

I love outfits composed of well-matched prints. Unfortunately, when I try to execute the look I usually wind up looking like a scary patchwork clown. But black and white prints make for easy-peasy combos. I also love that although there are two small hits of yellow here, the colour really stands out.

Hat: Le Chateau (Thrifted). Earrings: Unknown (Thrifted). Dress: Zara (Thrifted) Belt: Forever 21(Thrifted). Bracelet: Gift from friend. Shoes: Gift from The Man of Mans.

I wore this outfit to the Les Prix Rideau Awards – Ottawa’s annual shout out to the best in local theatre.  Every part of this ensemble was either thrifted or gifted. I nabbed the dress for a mere $8 dollars and though it was a little big up top, that left me plenty of money for alterations. I whisked my new-to-me-frock to my tailor, who made the necessary adjustments. It fit perfectly when I picked it up two weeks ago, but apparently my boobs shrank in the interim because when I put it on for the awards it was loose again. I wound up filling the gap with The Green Bean’s socks.

This is Kevin.

You may remember him from his guest post a couple of weeks ago. Kevin is my true friend and a super-kind soul who spent a good chunk of time mad-dancing with me at The PRA after-party. He looked so damn good in his vintage skinny suit that I had to post his picture here, so you could all see for yourselves!

Have a great weekend, everyone…and don’t forget I’ve got a surprise in store next Tuesday, May 1st, so be sure to check in!

The Fabulous Feminist Summer Reading List

Summer is coming.

YES IT IS!

I know Ottawa’s been chilly and grey and I’ve been forced back into my winter jackets. Yes, I saw the SNOW Monday morning. I don’t care! I’ve lived in this city long enough to know that there’s always one last gasp of wintry weather before soaring temperatures and sunny skies banish the blustery, cold bravado once and for all.

These grey clouds won’t dampen my optimism. May is but a few days away. I saw tulips in the park! THE TIME IS AT HAND!

Almost-summer is when I usually start gearing up for the Ottawa Fringe Festival. This year I decided not to submit a production, opting instead for a slightly more relaxed start to the season. My shrink says it’s important to take a break every now and then, which is true. But after four years, I’ve come to expect a surge of activity around now and I find I’m jonesing for some kind of new project.

Fortunately, I may have found just the thing.

Recently, my friend Ruthanne and I were discussing the fact that while we’re pretty passionate feminist, we haven’t actually read a ton of feminist literature. Without the demands of a show to prepare for, now might be the perfect time to rectify that situation. My first impulse was to dive into the hard-core canon and get all up in the Friedan and DeBeauvoir. Then I remembered that I suck at dense intellectual lit. The fatigue associated with being a working parent has compromised my reading comprehension. Plus, I have a bad habit of being distracted by shiny things.

But I do like to read, especially in bed and it’s a practice I’d like to rekindle. After doing some browsing online and looking through some of my old “To Read” lists, I put together a list of feminist-focused titles that are meaty enough to raise my girl-power cred, but light enough to be digested by my work/parenting addled-brain. So this summer (IT IS NIGH), imma be boning up on my fem-lit. Here is:

My Fabulous Feminist Summer Reading List

And…in case in case all the easy summer reading leaves me blissfully un-agitated, I’ve added this highly rated anti-feminist selection:

In the interests of getting gold stars from my therapists I’ve no goal other than “read whichever of these books I want”. But I will blog about what I do read, and let you know what I thought.

Also? I do have one other project in the works, but I’ll tell you more about that on May 1st. Stay tuned!

Do you have a favourite feminist author? What are you reading and doing this summer? Are you excited for the warm weather (any day now) or are you sad to see winter go?

My Favourite Things: MovieBob and Sexism In Gaming Culture

I’m not a gamer.  I play The Sims and occasionally Super Mario Bros. And Tetris. I love me some Tetris.

But even though I’m not a hardcore gamer, I hardcore love the recent rant by reviewer Bob “MovieBob” Chipman about sexism in gaming and nerd culture.

(BTW, I found this thanks to Rusty’s twitter feed. I hardcore love him too.)

MovieBob’s land-speed record dialogue and series of quick cuts are light, occasionally humourous and SO BANG ON, I want to applaud at my computer screen. In five-minutes he’s managed to cover the salient points of:

  1. Why sexual and other forms of harassment sucks.
  2.  Why deflecting/defending harassment is the height of douchebaggery.

Check it! (You’ll have to sit through an ad beginning, but it’s short and kind of funny).

Are you a gamer? A nerd ? Both? What do you think of MovieBob’s criticisms? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!

Sky Rockets In Flight

Image via Mango Falls Vintage Photos

For my money there’s nothing quite like afternoon sex.

My libidinous urges tend to reach their peak after lunch. The Man of Mans and I both work during the week – we are rarely available to each other. I’m often left to my own devices…literally.

I’ve read articles in women’s magazines that recommend I resist the urge relieve my tea time arousal. I should let it simmer, while I send my partner suggestive communiqués about what’s in store when he gets home. This strategy seldom works for me.

My excitement doesn’t percolate. Rather it  boils away as the day progress and I’m left feeling slightly cranky. I don’t like to squander my opportunities for orgasm.

These days work and childrearing mean that partner sex usually happens at night. My body sometimes needs a little more prodding, or more acurately, a little more fondling. Fortunately I’ve married a generous man who, after fifteen years together, know me and my body very well.

But there was a time.

There was a time when we were young students, pressed together on slender dorm room cot and I let my 3 o’clock poli sci lecture fall to the bottom of priority list the moment he kissed me.

There was a time when Sundays didn’t start until eleven o’clock brunch, followed by a walk if the weather was nice. We would come home and veg on the couch. There was always snuggling…and often more.

There was a time when our son was an infant and we both worked from home. The baby took long afternoon naps, time that was frequently used to catch up on chores or sleep. But some days we’d simply sprawl in bed. I would relish in the feeling of sun and touch on my skin and the reassurance that yes, I could still be desired in my new role as a mother.

I love my family and my work. Sometimes the associated time constraints are less than ideal, but they’re a price I’m willing to pay. And self-sex is good enough that it might warrant a nostalgic post of its own, someday.

Someday there may not be as much work for me to do. My son is growing. Someday he won’t need or want his parents so much. The Man of Mans and I will no doubt lament the loss of the demaning little boy who commands so much attention and demands kisses, hugs and other tactile affection. But (fate willing) we will have each other. And I will no doubt seek comfort in the renewed pleasures of afternoon sex.

Quickies (By Request)

Allan wrote wanting the lowdown on morning erections. Why do guys get them? he asked. They definitely makes the first pee of the day a challenge. 

The cause of Nocturnal Penile Tumescence or “morning wood” as it’s often called, is not known. There several popular theories. Some believe that the a full bladder places pressure on the nerves that cause reflex erections. Other suspect the erections are the bodies way of preventing urination overnight. And some think it’s the body’s way of increasing blood flow to keep the penis healthy.

Penises are restless sleepers. Barring physiological issues, the average cock gets hard between 3 and 5 times per night. These erections tend to coincide with REM sleep, a phased which becomes prolonged a morning approaches. We often wake up out of REM sleep, so if you have a penis there’s a good chance it’s going to be alert and ready to start the day…even if you aren’t.

p.s. Many thanks to Martin for tweeting me about the urination theory!