Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

Although I started my sexual awakening at the end of the sixties and curbed casual sex with men with the onset of AIDS, I'm still coming and fanning the flames of the next sexual revolution at 80. Having spent the past month re-organizing my sexual memoir for the upcoming e-book, I loved reading this article by Susan Selinger:

I came of age sexually at the start of the 1970s. These were the sexual salad days of a generation, in that rose-coloured window between the appearance of the pill and the onslaught of HIV.

I was 16 when I started college. Along with an Indian bedspread, a plug-in teapot and a copy of On the Road, the trappings of my new life included the pill, dispensed like candy at the local clinic. Abortions, too, were easily available. At the campus clinic, doctors and nurses treated nuisances such as crabs and genital warts without a trace of moral judgment.

Let me begin with my mother, because - I begin with my mother. Had she not menstruated, I would not be here.

When I asked my mother what her period meant to her, she laughed.

"Not a whole lot now," she said, referring to the hysterectomy she had in her early 50's.

(At the time, she hosted a "Farewell to My Uterus Party". I asked the hospital to release her uterus in a jar for me - I wanted to have it on display at home in my apartment! When my mother requested a uterus doggie bag (bitch bag?) at the hospital, the surgeon balked. "But that's a biohazard!" he sputtered. That cracked us up.)

"What did your period mean to you, back when you were still a woman?" I teased my mother. "Fertility!" my mother answered.

Nothing like Christmas to bring on another guilt-trippy panic attack.

Christmas and drugs, that is.

I should have guessed that the mysterious cookie someone left in my room on Christmas morning was suspicious. But when I woke up from my post-brunch nap and saw it sitting on the lid of my laptop, I couldn't help it. I was just too curious. Was it good? Was it stale? It looked handmade, but who made it?

I realized my mistake after the first bite. In fact it was my only bite. I could tell the moment it hit my tongue what kind of cookie this was. It was a weed cookie. Since I'd only taken a small bite I decided to swallow it and just deal with the effects. Surely they would be mild, if anything dinner would probably taste better and I would be feeling more socially in tune with my family.

TMZ believes that they've confirmed that the men sunning on the lower deck is in fact JFK.  Looks like a great party:

Hi Betty,

Hope you're having a merry Christmas! Just following up from a few weeks ago... I started practicing more, lubing up my vibrator, and with more time and patience (and most importantly, an open mind for what orgasms feel like), I've been able to get off using a vibrator instead of having to hump pillows!

It's all in the mind. I used to think I had a physical deformity or something that led me to going numb after stimulating myself for too long, but adding even a little lubricant seems to do the trick.

Keep up the good work you do,

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

I slid my tongue over her vulva, taking in her taste. My hands wrapped around her sexy little thighs. Mei-Long was only around 110 but with all the subtle curves in the right places. I felt her open legs relax into my control. While my tongue rolled and tickled over her tiny clitoris, that I could feel coming out from under its hood, my lover pinched and released, slowly over and over, her hard, nickel-wide, big nipples. Mei-Long's clit grew to capacity from my tongue and her nipple action.

Jasper Schuringa is the man who tackled the would-be terrorist on Northwest flight 253. The suspect, Umar Farouk Abdul Mutallab, attempted to ignite some kind of explosive device between his legs when Schuringa leaped over the seat and tackled Mutallab, extinguishing the fire and burning himself in the process. Schuringa said he saw that Abdulmutallab had his pants open and he was holding a burning object between his legs:

"I pulled the object from him and tried to extinguish the fire with my hands and threw it away," Schuringa said.

"Water! Water," Schuringa screamed. He heard fire extinguishers as he pulled Abdulmutallab out of his seat and dragged him to the front of the plane.

I love the homoerotic overtones.  I wonder if he'll get a spread in Playgirl ;)

We're so busy with hookers, mistresses, and porn stars that we forget about the women who fight the good fight.  So I thought I'd list out the "Top Bitch" moments of 2009:

1.  Barbara Boxer comparing abortion to viagara during the healthcare reform debates: "The men who have brought us this [amendment] don't single out a procedure that is used by a man, or a drug that is used by a man, that involves his reproductive health care, and say they have to get a special rider...There is nothing in this amendment that says if a man some day wants to buy Viagra, for example, that his pharmaceutical coverage cannot cover it, that he has to buy a rider."

I myself was diagnosed with Interstitial Cystitis and Vulvadynia in January of 2004. The two syndromes seemed to be commonly linked together. I had a history of chronic UTI's and IBS and some other common symptoms for years but the doctors never put it together.

When I watched Dawn in the UK masturbation documentary and saw how tense her muscles were; I knew exactly what she was going through. For years gynecologists convinced me that I needed to relax and I was too uptight. They even diagnosed me with vaginosis and told me I need to do exercises to learn how to relax my pelvic floor. I believed them. What I did not realize then, and realize now is the Mind/Body connection. ( I deeply recommend watching the documentary the New Medicine). The reason that my thigh muscles and my legs would tense up every time I went to a gynecologist was because my subconscious and my body was trying to protect itself.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.  

We shared pizza and chocolate fondue at a local trendy bar. It was quiet that night. She met me at my place. When I saw her back side, (in high heels, legs, ass, hips, back, hair, all from behind) I knew I wanted her. Jet-black and shiny hair, small frame, 90 to 110 lbs. However, a cute and little round ass that is somewhat rare for a chinese woman. The round, I mean. I said hello behind her and she turned. Beautiful. Mei-Long stepped forward into my arms and we hugged and held chest to chest. She'd read about me in the Marie Claire article. We'd gotten to know each other by email for a little while before she came down from Boston on business.

Gay gap parody:

Okay, so I can have sex for a really long time, endurance is not an issue HOWEVER... once I've had that first orgasm I am TOTALLY OVER IT! I feel so bad about it when I'm with a partner because the guy will usually let me cum first but then I often lose my lust for it and want to stop all together - not giving him enough time to orgasm. Most often I honestly feel like I'm forcing myself to keep going, which doesn't make me feel good about me or about pleasuring the person I'm with. I have two questions: Why does this happen, and what can I work on to stop it in the future? Yes I know I could just not orgasm... but where's the fun in that?! I want to achieve the allusive multiple orgasm!! I deserve it!

Young Swedish women are more likely to have sex with each other according to a new study. The Swedes have more fluid definitions of sex and sexuality.

A super sperm donor who fathered 400 children is seeking greater regulation of the semen donation industry.