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numbers (or notches)

I read Jenna Jameson’s book quite a while back and she claims to have had sex with less than 100 men (80-something, if I remember correctly). I look at the blogs/sites/columns of sex advisors and wonder what their numbers are (actually, I’ve wondered about people’s number all of my life — it’s my one area of prurient interest, though I never want details).

Comparing my estimated number to theirs leads me to think I should be a so-called expert. And there are sex workers whose numbers are much higher than mine. Hmm…who should really be considered experts? Or does the whole “money” thing negate anything sex workers might’ve learned?

FYI: Professionally-speaking, it’s more than 100, but less than 1000. I’m not going to be more specific than that in public. Besides, it’s an estimate. I haven’t really sat down and used a calculator.

Personally-speaking, it’s in the 40s. I think.

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sugasm #112

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #113? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form.

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If She Were Here
“I licked him behind his ear the way I know it drives him crazy.”

Quickie
“Their eyes locked for a full minute, with neither moving, nor speaking, and the lust flowing between almost tangible in its intensity.”

The Devastator
“She walked over to me, and pressed her warm mouth against mine.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Orgasmic Childbirth

Editor’s Choice
Cause and Effect

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the name game (again)

One author/blogger wanted to buy her name as a domain, but it was “taken by a hooker in Vegas.” What’s funny is that I know this “hooker.”

If I were the author, I’d look into some sort of promotional stunt. Why not? Having a sexy blonde schilling for you works for beer companies. If I find an escort called Amanda Brooks, I’m definitely sending her an email. (If I were to return to escort work, I’d use another name. I like defined boundaries.)

There is another Texas Golden Girl out there — I’m not sure if she’s commented here or emailed me. I believe so (or I may be confusing her with another person). At least she doesn’t have any issues with me living my life online.

There really isn’t any point to this post, it’s just me watching people bump into each other online.

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taxing texas strip clubs

(Thanks to Amber Rhea for sending me the link this morning.)

This is a special $5 tax to be added to the door charge for all Texas strip clubs. The money collected will go to rape victims and shelters. This is the brain-child of Texas Association Against Sexual Assault.

Though the tax seems based on liquor sales, strip clubs are not the only places in Texas that sell drinks. I’ve heard rumors there are many liquor-only stores in Texas, as well as places that serve both food and booze (some of these places bill themselves as “family” restaurants). And I swear I’ve seen bottles of alcoholic beverages in grocery stores and other mundane retail outlets.

A $5 door fee isn’t much (unless you’re a guy who can’t even bother to spend $100 in an upscale club). But why strip clubs?

As we all know — strip clubs cause rape. Men don’t cause rape, naked women do. And damnit, women should have to pay for it, one way or another. You would think strippers would be thrilled to help out their sister-victims; because according to studies all sex workers are rape victims anyway. Why wouldn’t a stripper want to be forced by the state to support a program for members of her sex? It’s a great way of scrubbing that scarlet letter off her chest!

My solution? Raise the tax to several thousand per person and collect it from all men arrested for rape — even if they blame strip clubs for inspiring the violence.

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working at home

Drawback: spilling tea on my new white robe while sitting at the computer. I share Ted Striker’s drinking problem.

Plus: though I like to get out of the house, I still consider time in a (clean) robe time well spent. Days where I never have to put on pants or shoes are good days.

(I’ll never make it as a sex icon. I’m such a slob.)