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If I ever decide to rock the female form for a bit, I'm wearing these with everything. Because they're excellent.

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You know, the biggest thing I see that ends relationships (and I admit my sample size is skewed, but I suspect it's an endemic issue in all relationships), isn't that vague "irreconcilable differences," but it's sexual incompatibility. And I bet if you dug into those "differences," a lot of them really happen in the bedroom. I once read that if I man needs a surfboard under his butt and the theme song to Jaws playing in the background while the room smells like granny's apple pie, then that's what that man will get. But if a woman needs just the lights off, she'll be under the spotlight. It's a conditioned thing. Women are conditioned to not ask for what they want and men are conditioned to believe whatever they want goes. When this crashes together in the bedroom, it almost never goes well.

And I can't preach this enough, it always comes down to communication. By the gods, if I'm in bed and I need a cock or a finger a little to the left, the words, "A little to the left," are going to come out of my mouth. That kind of communication isn't unsexy. Trust me, if you're moaning about how good it feels, you will moan about a little to the left, and it will stay sexy. And know what else is sexy? Orgasms. And you know what gets you to orgasms? Communication. Get a little dirty with your talking. And if you're afraid of dirty talk, remember, all it is: What I want you to do, what you are doing to me, and what you just did to me, with a few healthy gasps in there for fun. You don't have to scream or yell or anything that feels uncomfortable to you. Just start small.

I'll be on Live, Love, Lust this week, taking calls from people who want help with these very topics! So tune in.

"Time will stop. Where once there were thousands, now there will be silence. The madness of one will become the sorrow of many."

This was told to me this afternoon while another of our kind awakened (I will let them introduce themselves if they so choose to). It was then followed up with, "Kronos is coming." I'm not sure what it fully means. But, I wanted to let everyone know that..... something is coming. I don't know when or where. But something.

Everyone please be safe. If you need a safe place, the warehouse is open to everyone of you. There is also Olympus. Ariadne has been busy with linking places here with there. If you need access to a doorway, please let one of us know.

It never ceases to amaze me the things I hear from clients. Or, rather, don't hear. Now, there are, of course, some people that are fundamentally not meant to be together. And helping people realize that is part of my job. But for those people that could work? Communication. That is the major thing I see at the root of all issues. Can't orgasm together? Are you talking during sex or are you just making some random and probably unnecessary noises to encourage your partner? Do you know what is more encouraging? Actual words of actual encouragement. If you need help learning how to form those words, especially when it feels awkward, ask for help. I'd love to sit with both (or more) of you to help you on your way. (Which, interestingly, is another form of communication.)


Open to Mnemosyne and Zeus: I'm home. Fully and completely. Settled and everything. And I want to see you soon.


Open to Apollo: Did you miss me? I know you did, so now you can just tell me how much.


Open to Other Muses: This calls for lunch.

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Caw caw, motherfuckers.

There are ravens circling my building. I keep trying to tell them they're not needed yet. Wait for something ominous to build, then come along like omens of ill fortune. Apparently I need to brush up on my raven. I don't think it's translating well.

Anyway. Dearest darlingest family. Present yourselves for noogies! I've been told that was a bad idea. Present yourselves in some other fashion!

That doctor People have been giving me funny looks all day. I have been assured that I do not have blood all over my scrubs, nothing between my teeth, and am relatively put together today, but am possibly going paranoid. Do you ever have one of those days where it feels like everyone is looking at you? I cannot wait to get home where I live alone and get this sensation off the back of my neck.

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