Ottawa drag Star, Vicki Lawsuit, passed away from cancer last week at age 40. There will be a party to celebrate Vicki's life at 9pm on Jan 2 at Edge Nightclub.
Please see the Ottawa Citizen Article.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Ickaprick and Ironpussy
Have you seen this blog yet?
It's informative, engaging, comprehensive when it comes to local events and news and humorous at the right times.
It's written by 3 people who will always keep you up to date on sexual politics and local outreach work better than I will. I highly recommend that, if you subscribe to me, you subscribe to them as well.
Read Ickaprick and Ironpussy
It's informative, engaging, comprehensive when it comes to local events and news and humorous at the right times.
It's written by 3 people who will always keep you up to date on sexual politics and local outreach work better than I will. I highly recommend that, if you subscribe to me, you subscribe to them as well.
Read Ickaprick and Ironpussy
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
We Must Increase Our Bust!
Must we? I find the narrative in this video very offensive. It's not even ironically chauvinistic in a funny way... it's just plain offensive and misogynistic. It does, however, have scientific merit.
Here is a clip from Spike TV's Manswers on how beer could theoretically increase a woman's bust size.
Here is a clip from Spike TV's Manswers on how beer could theoretically increase a woman's bust size.
Friday, December 12, 2008
RIP Bettie Page
Classic American pinup icon, Bettie Page, died last night.
Rest in peace, Bettie.
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20246352,00.html
Rest in peace, Bettie.
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20246352,00.html
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Capitalism Triumphs Over Homophobia
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My apologies
I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but I seem to have lost the reviews of the Vibrating Egg and the O'my Clitorial pleasure gel.
Having reviewed the Kama Sutra massage oil myself, my co-tester and I didn't write an entire review.
I apologize for having misled you. I did find two of the reviews - so please read and enjoy!
While I'm talking in the first person, I just want to thank all my well wishers from the past week. INDECENT EXPOSURE was an amazing success and my birthday was pretty good too.
I love you, Ottawa. I love you for loving me.
xoxoxo
Having reviewed the Kama Sutra massage oil myself, my co-tester and I didn't write an entire review.
I apologize for having misled you. I did find two of the reviews - so please read and enjoy!
While I'm talking in the first person, I just want to thank all my well wishers from the past week. INDECENT EXPOSURE was an amazing success and my birthday was pretty good too.
I love you, Ottawa. I love you for loving me.
xoxoxo
Full Toy Review: Pure Vibes Anal Plug
Pure Vibes Vibrating Anal Plug, $19.95: A small silicone plug with 4 speeds of vibration. Controller is on a wire connected to plug and had button controls. Can be used by men or women either for masturbation or to add a little buzz to vaginal intercourse. Never take a toy from the butt and put it in the vag without a thorough cleaning. Never share your insertables with other people.
Reviewed by Emma and Dave, Roommates.
It has a nice soft feel and is very smooth to get in - very little warm up needed ( one finger only!) nice shape ,really comfortable once it was in the ass. The 1st setting kind of tickled the fourth setting was the best. The top wasnt quite large enough for the plug to stay in on its own so it had to be held in place. Dave could feel it when he was fucking my cunt and I dont think it really did anything for him (the vibrating that is). The vibrating sensation on its own didnt get me off that much and it definitely could have been larger! Overall I give it three hard clits out of five...Its not as good as a cock in the ass but great for solo fun when
you just need to put something up there!! - Emma
Buy this toy!
Reviewed by Emma and Dave, Roommates.
It has a nice soft feel and is very smooth to get in - very little warm up needed ( one finger only!) nice shape ,really comfortable once it was in the ass. The 1st setting kind of tickled the fourth setting was the best. The top wasnt quite large enough for the plug to stay in on its own so it had to be held in place. Dave could feel it when he was fucking my cunt and I dont think it really did anything for him (the vibrating that is). The vibrating sensation on its own didnt get me off that much and it definitely could have been larger! Overall I give it three hard clits out of five...Its not as good as a cock in the ass but great for solo fun when
you just need to put something up there!! - Emma
Buy this toy!
Full Toy Review: Screaming O
Screaming O, $6.95: A disposable vibrating cock ring made of soft jelly. The vibrating part can be worn on the top of the shaft for clitoral stimulation during intercourse, on the bottom of the shaft to stimulate the testes of the wearer, or the perineum of the partner during man-on-man love. Vibrations last approximately 40 minutes. Never wear a cock ring for longer than 20 minutes.
Reviewed by Carly and Ian, dating.
The first disappointment with this product occurred before it was even out of the package.. in fact, getting it out of the package was the problem. Luckily, there happened to be some sharp things just laying about that we utilized to open the offending wrapping. Things didn't improve much after that. I found the vibration of the ring actually diminished the stimulation I normally experience while being intimate with my partner. Basically, everything was overwhelmed by a boring buzz. I did end up acheiving climax. However, I did not orgasm any more than I normally do without using any toys. In fact, I may have orgasmed less. Let me reiterate... Bouurns! My partner also found this product to be lack lustre. He didn't find that it provided any additional pleasure. We tried 3 different positions: missionary, woman on top, and doggie style. For the last position mentioned, we turned the ring so that the vibrator was underneath the penis, in order to stimulate both the clitoris and the scrotum. Still, not particularly fun. One good thing he mentioned about it was that, unlike the similar products he had tried in the past, the 'screaming-O' has balls around the ring which actually make the vibration... well, noticable for the man.
Ultimately, we would not buy this product again. We won't even be using the one we have for a second time. Final verdict... Screaming NO. - Carly
Buy this toy!
Reviewed by Carly and Ian, dating.
The first disappointment with this product occurred before it was even out of the package.. in fact, getting it out of the package was the problem. Luckily, there happened to be some sharp things just laying about that we utilized to open the offending wrapping. Things didn't improve much after that. I found the vibration of the ring actually diminished the stimulation I normally experience while being intimate with my partner. Basically, everything was overwhelmed by a boring buzz. I did end up acheiving climax. However, I did not orgasm any more than I normally do without using any toys. In fact, I may have orgasmed less. Let me reiterate... Bouurns! My partner also found this product to be lack lustre. He didn't find that it provided any additional pleasure. We tried 3 different positions: missionary, woman on top, and doggie style. For the last position mentioned, we turned the ring so that the vibrator was underneath the penis, in order to stimulate both the clitoris and the scrotum. Still, not particularly fun. One good thing he mentioned about it was that, unlike the similar products he had tried in the past, the 'screaming-O' has balls around the ring which actually make the vibration... well, noticable for the man.
Ultimately, we would not buy this product again. We won't even be using the one we have for a second time. Final verdict... Screaming NO. - Carly
Buy this toy!
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Boner Pills: A Warning.
There are various erectile enhancement pills available over the counter in Canada. Almost all of them are sold for a period of time before they are pulled from the shelves for one reason or another. I've been in a position to monitor the sales and prohibitions of these products for about 2 and a half years and I've seen numerous brands launched, banned, rebranded with a slight change in formula and remarketed. Repeat. These pills are usually made up mostly of herbs and spices that are reputed as aphrodisiacs with a few benign substances and a dash of dangerous and often uncontrolled chemicals thrown in. They're not without side effects, the most common reported side effects being light sensitivity and headache but in most cases these pills do work to enhance male performance.
Sexual enhancement products, which I like to call "Boner Pills" are uncontrolled and often unauthorized for sale. The fall into a loophole within the customs laws and are imported and sold until Health Canada gets a proper chance to scrutinize them. Most of these pills are recalled and banned once Health Canada is done with them.
A his and hers brand called Eros was launched for sale in Ottawa in the past 12 months. The "Hers" pill is called Eros Desire and the "his" pill is called Eros Fire. Most recently, Health Canada has released a warning against the use of Eros Fire and has begun removing it from the Canadian market. Please do not use Eros Fire or any other unregulated sexual enhancement.
Controlled male enhancement pills, such as Viagra or Cialis can be prescribed by your physician. If your physician feels that you would experience more detriment than benefit from prescription sexual enhancement pills then you should definitely not being taking uncontrolled OTC drugs.
The release from Health Canada regarding Eros Fire can be found on the Health Canada website.
Sexual enhancement products, which I like to call "Boner Pills" are uncontrolled and often unauthorized for sale. The fall into a loophole within the customs laws and are imported and sold until Health Canada gets a proper chance to scrutinize them. Most of these pills are recalled and banned once Health Canada is done with them.
A his and hers brand called Eros was launched for sale in Ottawa in the past 12 months. The "Hers" pill is called Eros Desire and the "his" pill is called Eros Fire. Most recently, Health Canada has released a warning against the use of Eros Fire and has begun removing it from the Canadian market. Please do not use Eros Fire or any other unregulated sexual enhancement.
Controlled male enhancement pills, such as Viagra or Cialis can be prescribed by your physician. If your physician feels that you would experience more detriment than benefit from prescription sexual enhancement pills then you should definitely not being taking uncontrolled OTC drugs.
The release from Health Canada regarding Eros Fire can be found on the Health Canada website.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
AFS Pornstar Ball / Breathless' 3rd Annual Fetish Ball / Rockalily presents INDECENT EXPOSURE
This November is an exxxciting month for sexy parties! It all kicks off Nov 20th at the Nuden with AFS' 5th Annual Pornstar Ball, hosted by the one and only RON JEREMY! Tickets are available at the Adult Fun Superstore for 25$ or 30$ at the door the day of. Doors are at 9pm
On the 21t dress in your kinky best and play/dance the night away at Capital Music Hall for the 3rd Annual Breathless Ottawa Fetish and Masquerade Ball. The fetish ball boasts of a huge dance floor, a dungeon with 3 play stations and entertainment from fireplay expert, Lord Omy, Contortionist Priestess Anness, Fashion Show by Robin Shameless, Shadow Dancing by Rockalily Burlesque and Bondage/rope art by Rush X. Tickets are 20$ advance, available at Venus Envy, all Classixxx locations and Breathless. Decide you want to come at the last minute? Admission at the door is 25$ The fun starts at 8pm.
November 30th Babylon Nightclub and Rockalily Productions present: INDECENT EXPOSURE, a night of burlesque and sexual satire. INDECENT EXPOSURE is a 2 hour show of burlesque, striptease, comedy and dance performances by members of Rockalily Burlesque and the Sexual Overtones. Doors are at 8pm and cover is 5$
On the 21t dress in your kinky best and play/dance the night away at Capital Music Hall for the 3rd Annual Breathless Ottawa Fetish and Masquerade Ball. The fetish ball boasts of a huge dance floor, a dungeon with 3 play stations and entertainment from fireplay expert, Lord Omy, Contortionist Priestess Anness, Fashion Show by Robin Shameless, Shadow Dancing by Rockalily Burlesque and Bondage/rope art by Rush X. Tickets are 20$ advance, available at Venus Envy, all Classixxx locations and Breathless. Decide you want to come at the last minute? Admission at the door is 25$ The fun starts at 8pm.
November 30th Babylon Nightclub and Rockalily Productions present: INDECENT EXPOSURE, a night of burlesque and sexual satire. INDECENT EXPOSURE is a 2 hour show of burlesque, striptease, comedy and dance performances by members of Rockalily Burlesque and the Sexual Overtones. Doors are at 8pm and cover is 5$
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Applause!
I hate to be the one to inform you of this, but it's something that we need to talk about. Chlamydia is going around Ottawa right now like doobies at a frat party. I first heard about it a few weeks back; the word was that there's a Chlamydia "epidemic" within local high schools. It's not just high school kids who are getting it. More and more people are coming down with the clap and it's just going to keep spreading until we step up, individually and take action. Here's what you need to do: Go to your family doctor and get tested. If you don't have a family doctor, go to one of the numerous free (often anonymous) clinics around the city.
If your test results come back positive you'll need to contact everyone you've had sex with (protected or not) within the past 3 months and abstain from sexual activity for the duration of treatment and at least one week afterwards.
The treatment for Chlamydia is simply 4 antibiotic pills and is available for free through many of Ottawa's sexual health clinics.
Are you at risk? Chances are that you are.
Have you had sex in the past 3 months, or has it been more than four months since your last STD test?
Was it unprotected?
Have you had more than one partner in this time?
If you said 'yes' to any of the above, please be responsible and go get tested.
STI's and STD's don't discriminate. Any sexually active person can be at risk regardless of race, age or sexual orientation.
Play safe, sexy people. Always use protection.
For more information on sexually transmitted infections and diseases and to find a clinic close to you please see the Planned Parenthood website or inSpot (available in Ottawa thanks to Public Health and the ACO)
Another service that inSpot offers is an anonymous email service. You can inform your past and current partners about their exposure to an STI/STD through the website without revealing your identity.
Check yourself before you wreck yourself!
If your test results come back positive you'll need to contact everyone you've had sex with (protected or not) within the past 3 months and abstain from sexual activity for the duration of treatment and at least one week afterwards.
The treatment for Chlamydia is simply 4 antibiotic pills and is available for free through many of Ottawa's sexual health clinics.
Are you at risk? Chances are that you are.
Have you had sex in the past 3 months, or has it been more than four months since your last STD test?
Was it unprotected?
Have you had more than one partner in this time?
If you said 'yes' to any of the above, please be responsible and go get tested.
STI's and STD's don't discriminate. Any sexually active person can be at risk regardless of race, age or sexual orientation.
Play safe, sexy people. Always use protection.
For more information on sexually transmitted infections and diseases and to find a clinic close to you please see the Planned Parenthood website or inSpot (available in Ottawa thanks to Public Health and the ACO)
Another service that inSpot offers is an anonymous email service. You can inform your past and current partners about their exposure to an STI/STD through the website without revealing your identity.
Check yourself before you wreck yourself!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Zack and Miri Make a Porno
After going to see a sneak preview of Zack and Miri Make a Porno last night I thought that it was only fair that I put up a little bit of a review. Now, I'm no movie critic - but I like what I like, and I liked this movie. Like most View Askew productions, it's heavy on dialogue and quite humorous. The first half of the movie is a string of mildly intelligent jokes that may not be relevant in 10 years, but will nonetheless have you on the verge of peeing your pants. The entire plot progresses smoothly, but becomes predictable at the climax. The movie's climax is obvious, as it's the point in the movie when the female lead climaxes. The denouement is sappy but heartwarming while the ending leaves you with warm fuzzies and a few belly laughs. As a whole, Zack and Miri Make a Porno is endearing, heartwarming and effing hilarious; Definitely a great date movie. I give it 2 boners up!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Get Kinky This Saturday
This Saturday is high time in Ottawa for fetish and BDSM enthusiasts!
Breathless is hosting a workshop entitled "Erotic Massage and Full Body Worship" to be presented by Priestess Anness. The workshop will focus on "over-stimulation", using your full body to stimulate one's full body, group massage and many other forms of play.
The workshop runs from 7-9 pm and costs 15$ (10$ for members of Breathless)
Starting at 9pm at The New Bayou is Metal, Mayhem and Madness: a fetish masquerade. MM&M promises to be a night of naughty fantasy. There will be a spanking booth, play piercing, body painting, and performances by Soul Bomb and Rockalily Burlesque. This is a pansexual party in a discrimination free environment. Tickets are 20$ at Silverline Tattoo, Pirate City Tattoo, Classixxx on Carling Ave and Venus Envy. Tickets must be purchased ahead of time. 19+ w/ID required.
Breathless is hosting a workshop entitled "Erotic Massage and Full Body Worship" to be presented by Priestess Anness. The workshop will focus on "over-stimulation", using your full body to stimulate one's full body, group massage and many other forms of play.
The workshop runs from 7-9 pm and costs 15$ (10$ for members of Breathless)
Starting at 9pm at The New Bayou is Metal, Mayhem and Madness: a fetish masquerade. MM&M promises to be a night of naughty fantasy. There will be a spanking booth, play piercing, body painting, and performances by Soul Bomb and Rockalily Burlesque. This is a pansexual party in a discrimination free environment. Tickets are 20$ at Silverline Tattoo, Pirate City Tattoo, Classixxx on Carling Ave and Venus Envy. Tickets must be purchased ahead of time. 19+ w/ID required.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Fuck Subjectivity. Beauty is Beauty.
The other night I had the pleasure of attending the housewarming party of a friend and former neighbour of mine. The small gathering was ripe with familiar faces and friendly new ones. A good number of guests there were 20-something women, almost all of whom are involved in the DIY/art scene. I suppose this is how the context of homemade corsets came up. The host retrieved one of her older creations to show us and somehow this led to talk of sizing and offering clothes to be borrowed. One of the ladies said "No, that won't fit me. I wear a size 12!" to which she was replied "So do I, it'll fit". "But you're a small 12, I'm a big 12". The subject was changed shortly thereafter but it stuck in my mind. I thought back on all of the self deprecating comments I've heard these beautiful women make about themselves over the evening and over the term of our acquaintanceship or friendship.
A few glasses of wine and a glass of scotch later it had slipped my mind and it was time for some of us to mosey on to another party. The next party was very different. The first thing I saw when I walked in was an unnamed male friend of mine dancing around naked... that's a story for another day.
While at this party another female acquaintance of mine confided that she's got body issues and is trying to get over them. I told her that I understand and assured her that she's beautiful. I hate to admit it but when other women I know display their confidence issues I try even harder to hide mine. I think part of it really is to convince myself; if someone else can't see my acceptance of physical flaws then maybe they won't notice that I have them at all.
This mindset lasted me until the wee hours of the morning when I was "hooking up" with a male friend of mine whom I'd ran in to at one of the parties. He suggested that we watch porn. Usually, I am all over that sort of suggestion. I love porn. But I said 'no'. When he asked why, I told him that I wasn't in the mood for porn. The truth was that I didn't want him to see those sexy and beautiful women on the tv screen and then look over, see me and realize just how poorly I measure up to the so-called ideal women in porn.
So here I am, thinking again, about this lasting issue. Women hating their own bodies.
You know what? I'm gorgeous. So are all of the women who I held company with over this past weekend. All the women who hate their thighs or bellies because they're "too fat". All the women who hate their hair because it's too curly or too straight. All the women who hate their noses, their lips, their feet, their bodies! Why must we hate ourselves so damn much?
Ladies, when I look at you I see a whole person. A BEAUTIFUL whole woman who deserves to know how wonderful they are.
You are beautiful.
I appreciate you for your intelligence, your talents, your strengths and weaknesses, your assets and your flaws. I appreciate your beautiful faces and beautiful bodies. And don't you DARE try to tell me that size 12 is fat.
A few glasses of wine and a glass of scotch later it had slipped my mind and it was time for some of us to mosey on to another party. The next party was very different. The first thing I saw when I walked in was an unnamed male friend of mine dancing around naked... that's a story for another day.
While at this party another female acquaintance of mine confided that she's got body issues and is trying to get over them. I told her that I understand and assured her that she's beautiful. I hate to admit it but when other women I know display their confidence issues I try even harder to hide mine. I think part of it really is to convince myself; if someone else can't see my acceptance of physical flaws then maybe they won't notice that I have them at all.
This mindset lasted me until the wee hours of the morning when I was "hooking up" with a male friend of mine whom I'd ran in to at one of the parties. He suggested that we watch porn. Usually, I am all over that sort of suggestion. I love porn. But I said 'no'. When he asked why, I told him that I wasn't in the mood for porn. The truth was that I didn't want him to see those sexy and beautiful women on the tv screen and then look over, see me and realize just how poorly I measure up to the so-called ideal women in porn.
So here I am, thinking again, about this lasting issue. Women hating their own bodies.
You know what? I'm gorgeous. So are all of the women who I held company with over this past weekend. All the women who hate their thighs or bellies because they're "too fat". All the women who hate their hair because it's too curly or too straight. All the women who hate their noses, their lips, their feet, their bodies! Why must we hate ourselves so damn much?
Ladies, when I look at you I see a whole person. A BEAUTIFUL whole woman who deserves to know how wonderful they are.
You are beautiful.
I appreciate you for your intelligence, your talents, your strengths and weaknesses, your assets and your flaws. I appreciate your beautiful faces and beautiful bodies. And don't you DARE try to tell me that size 12 is fat.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Burlesque update!
Rockalily, my burlesque troupe, recently got some great press in the Capital Xtra.
Check out the article ...here!
In other news we've been booked to perform at an upcoming fetish event. It's Oct 18th at The New Bayou. There are rumors abuzz about exactly who will be there and what will go down.
I am privy to some of the details, but I'll wait for the official press release before I get y'all too excited.
Stay sexy!!!
xoxoxo
Rawknee
Check out the article ...here!
In other news we've been booked to perform at an upcoming fetish event. It's Oct 18th at The New Bayou. There are rumors abuzz about exactly who will be there and what will go down.
I am privy to some of the details, but I'll wait for the official press release before I get y'all too excited.
Stay sexy!!!
xoxoxo
Rawknee
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Texas is About to Get a Lot Less Uptight
I hope...
They FINALLY legalized sex toys.
Okay, it happened in February, just in time for Valentine's day.
I'm behind on the sexy news.
To sell or own sex toys is still illegal in Alabama, however.
They FINALLY legalized sex toys.
Okay, it happened in February, just in time for Valentine's day.
I'm behind on the sexy news.
To sell or own sex toys is still illegal in Alabama, however.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Pride Weekend Photos
Some of the ladies from Sisterhood Watch and I got real shitty at Get Real Queer on Friday night. Some of us took Saturday to recover, a few of us, whom I feel so sorry for, had to go to work. In any case, we were all awake and excited Sunday morning. We busted out our feminist colours and marched our hot asses in the pride parade.
They're saying this year's parade may have been the biggest Ottawa has ever seen.
WHOOP WHOOP!
Now, for the photos from Get Real Queer:
P.S. You can contact us (Sisterhood Watch) at our new email: sisterhoodwatch@gmail.com
They're saying this year's parade may have been the biggest Ottawa has ever seen.
WHOOP WHOOP!
Now, for the photos from Get Real Queer:
P.S. You can contact us (Sisterhood Watch) at our new email: sisterhoodwatch@gmail.com
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Ottawa Leatherfest 2008
Ottawa Leather Fest 2008 kicks off this year on Aug 22 at Arc. The Hotel, 140 Slater St.
Meet and greet starts at the hotel at 7:00pm and is followed by Leather History 101 seminar at 8:00, hosted by Mr. Marcus. A pansexual play party caps off the first night of Leatherfest, starting at 10:00pm.
At 12:00 noon on Saturday the 23rd there will be a vendor's fair and various seminars running until 5:00pm
Seminars include: Advanced Percussion, The Art of Erotic Whipping, Dynamics of a BDSM Scene, Mind Fucks, and Leather/BDSM Protocol.
Doors open at 7:30 for the Central Canada Olympus contest. The contest is open to both women and men with the winners getting an all-expenses-paid trip to compete in Chicago next year.
Leatherfest caps off Saturday night at 10:00pm with an I Like to Watch / I Like to Play play party, open to voyeurism as a method of participation. Expect to see scenes by Alex Wisniowski and Mistress Cyan.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Quality vs. Quantity
Is it better to have 5 minutes of really good sex or 2 hours of really bad sex?
This question arose recently and, having experienced both, I really can't decide.
There's more potential for short periods of good during marathon bad sex.
But 5 minutes of good is all good... just short and that can be changed with patience and effort.
What a conundrum!
This question arose recently and, having experienced both, I really can't decide.
There's more potential for short periods of good during marathon bad sex.
But 5 minutes of good is all good... just short and that can be changed with patience and effort.
What a conundrum!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Order Of Canada
Two previous recipients of the Governor General's Award: The Order Of Canada have returned their awards in protest of Dr. Henry Morgantaler being given this prestigious award.
Dr. Morgantaler has been a life long advocate of woman's rights who is most notorious for his part in the legalizing of abortion which finally came about in 1988.
Dr. Morgantaler opened his first abortion clinic, illegally, in 1969 in Montreal. He even spent months in jail as a result of this.
This man devoted his life to legalize abortion and womens' right to choose. Because of him women all over Canada have the option to have a safe and legal abortion. The statistics of death an illness due to improperly performed abortion has decreased significantly thanks to this man.
This is why he was awarded the Order Of Canada last week. Since then, both a priest from BC as well as a worldwide Catholic Charity group founded in Renfew ON called Madonna House have returned their Order Of Canada medals to the Governor General.
The latter of the two has been staging a peaceful protest outside of the Governor General's Residence since this morning.
What I want to know is why we can't just live and let live?
Even if abortion was illegal people would still do it and the complications would be greater.
I would think that even to an anti-abortion lobbyist legal abortion would be the lesser of two evils.
I'm really losing patience with the ignorance of these right-wing sanctimonious Catholic conservatives.
I'm not going to protest the thousands of years of opression of women outside of your congregation. So why not quietly return the medal without the media stink?
By the way, it's extremely rude to return a gift to the person who gave it to you.
Dr. Morgantaler has been a life long advocate of woman's rights who is most notorious for his part in the legalizing of abortion which finally came about in 1988.
Dr. Morgantaler opened his first abortion clinic, illegally, in 1969 in Montreal. He even spent months in jail as a result of this.
This man devoted his life to legalize abortion and womens' right to choose. Because of him women all over Canada have the option to have a safe and legal abortion. The statistics of death an illness due to improperly performed abortion has decreased significantly thanks to this man.
This is why he was awarded the Order Of Canada last week. Since then, both a priest from BC as well as a worldwide Catholic Charity group founded in Renfew ON called Madonna House have returned their Order Of Canada medals to the Governor General.
The latter of the two has been staging a peaceful protest outside of the Governor General's Residence since this morning.
What I want to know is why we can't just live and let live?
Even if abortion was illegal people would still do it and the complications would be greater.
I would think that even to an anti-abortion lobbyist legal abortion would be the lesser of two evils.
I'm really losing patience with the ignorance of these right-wing sanctimonious Catholic conservatives.
I'm not going to protest the thousands of years of opression of women outside of your congregation. So why not quietly return the medal without the media stink?
By the way, it's extremely rude to return a gift to the person who gave it to you.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Accidents Happen
I had a shitty Canada day.
At the end of it I get an online message followed by a phone call from one of my best friends.
She informed me that there had been an accident and one of our mutual friends drowned today.
His name was Pete and they were very close.
He and I were not. In all honesty.. there were times when I couldn't stand the guy, but I liked him.
The last time we saw eachother was on Saturday. A group of us were going to go to the beach, but it was raining. He offered me a cigarette. We all smoked and talked in the backyard of the home he shared with his sister and girlfriend. He told me that I looked very nice.
You hear about these things in the news; Strange recreational accidents, (ATV's, Bikes, Watercrafts) but you never think it will happen to you or someone you know.
Chances are that you'll be hearing about this accident on the radio for the next few days.
Rest in peace, Peter.
My memories of you will not be lost
Let this be a lesson. Wear a helmet/life jacket/protective gear suitable for whatever you're doing. It could save your life.
I am a little bit preoccupied right now and can't promise that I'll be finished the article on penis size before this weekend.
I'm going to have to see how this week pans out.
Obviously, I have other priorities at the moment and I do hope you understand.
At the end of it I get an online message followed by a phone call from one of my best friends.
She informed me that there had been an accident and one of our mutual friends drowned today.
His name was Pete and they were very close.
He and I were not. In all honesty.. there were times when I couldn't stand the guy, but I liked him.
The last time we saw eachother was on Saturday. A group of us were going to go to the beach, but it was raining. He offered me a cigarette. We all smoked and talked in the backyard of the home he shared with his sister and girlfriend. He told me that I looked very nice.
You hear about these things in the news; Strange recreational accidents, (ATV's, Bikes, Watercrafts) but you never think it will happen to you or someone you know.
Chances are that you'll be hearing about this accident on the radio for the next few days.
Rest in peace, Peter.
My memories of you will not be lost
Let this be a lesson. Wear a helmet/life jacket/protective gear suitable for whatever you're doing. It could save your life.
I am a little bit preoccupied right now and can't promise that I'll be finished the article on penis size before this weekend.
I'm going to have to see how this week pans out.
Obviously, I have other priorities at the moment and I do hope you understand.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Ottawa Police Mistreat and Disregard Rape Victim
The incident occurred just over 5 years ago and the victim is still fighting for her rights to this day.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Ch-ch-ch-check Check it out.
I have a friend.
His name is Jason.
You may have heard of him.
He entertains as "The Nads".
Like him or not, he's got some intelligent things to say.
http://jasonsetnyk.blogspot.com/
If enough of you go read his counter-cultural ramblings maybe he'll even update.
He and I have similar opinions - although I find it stresses me out to write about politics and current events; so I don't.
His name is Jason.
You may have heard of him.
He entertains as "The Nads".
Like him or not, he's got some intelligent things to say.
http://jasonsetnyk.blogspot.com/
If enough of you go read his counter-cultural ramblings maybe he'll even update.
He and I have similar opinions - although I find it stresses me out to write about politics and current events; so I don't.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Sexual Assault
As originally published in Upfront Magazine issue #20
The door of the industrial sized walk-in freezer closed behind his massive body, I was trapped between 3 walls of frozen food and him, blocking my only exit. He cornered me, started touching my nipples that were hard from the cold freezer air. "I just want a kiss. You're beautiful, please just a kiss" he said. I was 16 and scared. I may not have been a virgin but I was definitely a spring chicken. I had a friend with me. She was 20 at the time and while I was trapped in the freezer she was out in the back of the pizza shop with the other worker. I don't know what she was doing, I never asked. All I know is that she neglected my screams.
He was wearing his white cooks outfit and there was flour smudged on his cheek. While he rubbed his hands all over my unwilling body all I could think about was how unsanitary the food must be. By the time he had his tiny hard penis inside of my cold nubile body I was feigning enthusiasm. I figured that if he thought I liked it he wouldn't hurt me. I remember him laughing and saying "I finish" and finally letting me get to the door. I stole his pack of cigarettes while he wasn't looking as some sort of consolation and ran out of there, my friend behind me. I couldn't believe it; she was saying "Thank you"! I later learned that she had gained an 8ball out of what happened that evening, I never found out if I was part of that deal. It was a few years before I would admit to anyone that I had been raped that evening. Other local girls who knew the place had asked if the men tried to touch me. I admitted that much. It had turned out these men were reputed drug dealers operating out of a suburban pizza shop; they were known, at least by the local teenage girl populous, for molesting and raping underage girls who went in looking to score a bag of pot.
Knowing that I was not the only one, I decided that something must be done. I went to the local police station and reported that they touched me, that they touched other young girls and that they were selling drugs. I did not give the police my name, I was afraid of what would happen if my Catholic parents found out.
It was at least another 2 years before Castle Pizza, in Kanata, was shut down.
I wanted to credit that story as anonymous, but I didn't feel right doing so. It happened to me, Raw Knee, your protagonist (It's my column and I'm the protagonist if I say I am!). To say that ending sexual assault and violence against women are causes close to my heart is an understatement. I try to take every opportunity to advocate these causes. Please don't misunderstand the point. I don't want your pity. I want you to be aware that this happens here in our home town. Just because we don't hear about it doesn't mean that it doesn't occur! I want you to understand that being assaulted is not the end of the world. It takes time to heal and trust may not come as easily - but it can be overcome if you try! The resources available in Ottawa are abundant and comprehensive. If you or anyone you know has suffered sexual abuse please check out The Ottawa Rape Crisis Centre: www.orcc.net / 613-562-2333 and The Sexual Assault Support Centre of Ottawa: www.sascottawa.org / 613-234-2266 Or go straight to the police.
One of the best ways to decrease sexual assault is to raise awareness and dispel myths.
Fear of being deported and fear of the police often keep immigrant and refugee women from reporting domestic abuse.
Only 1 in 10 sexual assaults is reported to the police. Of those that are acquaintance rapes, only 1 in 100 is reported to the police.
98% of sexual attackers are men.
39% of convicted sexual offenders receive probation as their harshest sentence.
86% of runaway girls and 50% of runaway boys have experienced sexual abuse.
80% of First Nations women have been assaulted or abused.
89% of sexual assault victims/survivors have no visible physical injuries.
3% of reported sexual assault victims are men over 17.
Ottawa-Carleton has the highest rate of reported sexual offenses in the province, at 280 per 10,000 people.
Read that last one again. That's right... Ottawa-Carleton.
On August 31st 2007 a 23-year old woman was brutally raped in a [supposedly] secure Carleton University lab building. She suffered a broken jaw, dislocated shoulder and undeniably, emotional damage. This story made the news because of it's brutality but quickly slipped under the radar upon her recovery. It was reported that this young woman denied the rape; because her faith, Islam, does not differentiate rape from willing acts of pre/extramerital sex and are punished as the same when it comes time for judgement.
When the attack was denied the search for the perpetrator was halted. Even if found, the assailant would not be charged. This man is still roaming around (presumably in Ottawa) quite possibly ready to attack again.
Although I feel for the young woman, and understand that her strong faith is her priority; I can't stress enough the importance of reporting sexual assault.
The only way to put an end to sexual assault and violence against women is not to tolerate it. Violence against any human for any reason is intolerable. Being raped is one of the worst things that can happen to a person. Female OR male. Protect yourself, protect those around you, pledge never to willfully cause harm to others; And the biggest piece of unsolicited advice I will ever offer is this: If someone you know claims to have been sexually assaulted -Believe them! Take them seriously! Do not give them advice! Let them make their own decisions and support them in doing so. Your personal opinion is useless - they need someone to listen and be supportive, so shut your yap and hear them out.
The door of the industrial sized walk-in freezer closed behind his massive body, I was trapped between 3 walls of frozen food and him, blocking my only exit. He cornered me, started touching my nipples that were hard from the cold freezer air. "I just want a kiss. You're beautiful, please just a kiss" he said. I was 16 and scared. I may not have been a virgin but I was definitely a spring chicken. I had a friend with me. She was 20 at the time and while I was trapped in the freezer she was out in the back of the pizza shop with the other worker. I don't know what she was doing, I never asked. All I know is that she neglected my screams.
He was wearing his white cooks outfit and there was flour smudged on his cheek. While he rubbed his hands all over my unwilling body all I could think about was how unsanitary the food must be. By the time he had his tiny hard penis inside of my cold nubile body I was feigning enthusiasm. I figured that if he thought I liked it he wouldn't hurt me. I remember him laughing and saying "I finish" and finally letting me get to the door. I stole his pack of cigarettes while he wasn't looking as some sort of consolation and ran out of there, my friend behind me. I couldn't believe it; she was saying "Thank you"! I later learned that she had gained an 8ball out of what happened that evening, I never found out if I was part of that deal. It was a few years before I would admit to anyone that I had been raped that evening. Other local girls who knew the place had asked if the men tried to touch me. I admitted that much. It had turned out these men were reputed drug dealers operating out of a suburban pizza shop; they were known, at least by the local teenage girl populous, for molesting and raping underage girls who went in looking to score a bag of pot.
Knowing that I was not the only one, I decided that something must be done. I went to the local police station and reported that they touched me, that they touched other young girls and that they were selling drugs. I did not give the police my name, I was afraid of what would happen if my Catholic parents found out.
It was at least another 2 years before Castle Pizza, in Kanata, was shut down.
I wanted to credit that story as anonymous, but I didn't feel right doing so. It happened to me, Raw Knee, your protagonist (It's my column and I'm the protagonist if I say I am!). To say that ending sexual assault and violence against women are causes close to my heart is an understatement. I try to take every opportunity to advocate these causes. Please don't misunderstand the point. I don't want your pity. I want you to be aware that this happens here in our home town. Just because we don't hear about it doesn't mean that it doesn't occur! I want you to understand that being assaulted is not the end of the world. It takes time to heal and trust may not come as easily - but it can be overcome if you try! The resources available in Ottawa are abundant and comprehensive. If you or anyone you know has suffered sexual abuse please check out The Ottawa Rape Crisis Centre: www.orcc.net / 613-562-2333 and The Sexual Assault Support Centre of Ottawa: www.sascottawa.org / 613-234-2266 Or go straight to the police.
One of the best ways to decrease sexual assault is to raise awareness and dispel myths.
Fear of being deported and fear of the police often keep immigrant and refugee women from reporting domestic abuse.
Only 1 in 10 sexual assaults is reported to the police. Of those that are acquaintance rapes, only 1 in 100 is reported to the police.
98% of sexual attackers are men.
39% of convicted sexual offenders receive probation as their harshest sentence.
86% of runaway girls and 50% of runaway boys have experienced sexual abuse.
80% of First Nations women have been assaulted or abused.
89% of sexual assault victims/survivors have no visible physical injuries.
3% of reported sexual assault victims are men over 17.
Ottawa-Carleton has the highest rate of reported sexual offenses in the province, at 280 per 10,000 people.
Read that last one again. That's right... Ottawa-Carleton.
On August 31st 2007 a 23-year old woman was brutally raped in a [supposedly] secure Carleton University lab building. She suffered a broken jaw, dislocated shoulder and undeniably, emotional damage. This story made the news because of it's brutality but quickly slipped under the radar upon her recovery. It was reported that this young woman denied the rape; because her faith, Islam, does not differentiate rape from willing acts of pre/extramerital sex and are punished as the same when it comes time for judgement.
When the attack was denied the search for the perpetrator was halted. Even if found, the assailant would not be charged. This man is still roaming around (presumably in Ottawa) quite possibly ready to attack again.
Although I feel for the young woman, and understand that her strong faith is her priority; I can't stress enough the importance of reporting sexual assault.
The only way to put an end to sexual assault and violence against women is not to tolerate it. Violence against any human for any reason is intolerable. Being raped is one of the worst things that can happen to a person. Female OR male. Protect yourself, protect those around you, pledge never to willfully cause harm to others; And the biggest piece of unsolicited advice I will ever offer is this: If someone you know claims to have been sexually assaulted -Believe them! Take them seriously! Do not give them advice! Let them make their own decisions and support them in doing so. Your personal opinion is useless - they need someone to listen and be supportive, so shut your yap and hear them out.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
"Never Gonna Drink Again"
Last night my friend, Anglea, threw a housewarming party for herself. It was an all-around good time. Early in the party I ran into an acquaintance of mine named Ed. He snuck up behind me while I was having a cigarette next to the window and said "Hey, Sex Columnist!". I guess he forgot my name. He spent the rest of the night trying to engage other men in conversations that were probably pre-determined and rehearsed (by Ed) to make himself come across as superior and intelligent, and trying to impress each of the women with his intellect and confidence. The problem is: what he tries to exude as confidence just comes across conceit and a superiority complex. I'm not usually one to talk shit on the internet - but every time I run into this guy he either says something really offensive to me without realizing it or he tries way too hard to impress me. All I get from him is 'CONCEITED'. I had a feeling that his attempts to impress me, personally, are for the point of seeing his name in print. Last eve, at the party, upon my departure, he said something totally forgettable - I just remember him smirking and saying "Put that in your column", like he was so fucking clever. So here, Ed. I'm writing about you.
After Angela's party my new pal, Julie, and I managed to catch the last bus from (undisclosed area) to downtown. She stayed on the bus to go home and I got off at the end of my street. I made it 2 or 3 blocks before going into one of my regular watering holes for one last pint.
The bartender and the cocktail waitress are two people that I would consider very good friends of mine. I've been friends with the latter of the two since I was 15 and she was 16. I ended up drinking my pint (slowly) and watching the last of the patrons clear out. They locked the doors and we did a shooter and each had one more beer before heading back to my place where a bottle of wine, a bottle of Jack and endless porno awaited.
After a few shots of whiskey and a glass of wine, the Cocktail Waitress, who we'll call Betty, passed out in my bed; leaving Bartender, who we'll call Ralph, and I to chat and drink into the morning light. So that's what we did. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was the relationship we've built with each other over the last year and a half, perhaps he just needed someone to talk to and I was the right person by profession; Ralph opened up to me and I got to discuss candidly how this particular divorced, male, 40-something, bartender feels about the opposite sex and his interactions with.
Ralph (obviously not his real name) kept giving me permission to write about our conversation. Unlike Ed (definitely his real name), Ralph isn't looking to see his name in print (or blog, as it is). Ralph is a good friend who enjoys my company and my writing. He's offering up his insights for my own gain - not his.
Ralph and I drank and talked until about 6:15 am. He wasn't looking for advice - just wanted to chat and I enjoyed myself
greatly. He seemed a little discontent. given the subject matter of the conversation, I would be too. I hope I cheered him up a bit, just by listening.
He did ask me one question though, just one. I'd like to share it.
Ralph: What can a man do to make a woman feel good?
Veronica: Aww, you know I can't tell you that for sure. Everyone's different. I know that every woman loves to be told that they are attractive. Just reassure her that she's beautiful and that you're lucky to have her.
I just love a man who is determined to make a lady feel good. Even as just a friend, I feel good around him.
Some guys just know how to treat a gal.
So needless to say, after last night, I'm a bit of a train wreck. I've been sleeping on and off all day, trying to rid myself of this "skull too small for my brain" feeling. I would hate for my entire day to be a writeoff - at least I can say I accomplished one blog entry.
I promise, no more personal stuff for at least another month ;-)
xoxo
Raw Knee
After Angela's party my new pal, Julie, and I managed to catch the last bus from (undisclosed area) to downtown. She stayed on the bus to go home and I got off at the end of my street. I made it 2 or 3 blocks before going into one of my regular watering holes for one last pint.
The bartender and the cocktail waitress are two people that I would consider very good friends of mine. I've been friends with the latter of the two since I was 15 and she was 16. I ended up drinking my pint (slowly) and watching the last of the patrons clear out. They locked the doors and we did a shooter and each had one more beer before heading back to my place where a bottle of wine, a bottle of Jack and endless porno awaited.
After a few shots of whiskey and a glass of wine, the Cocktail Waitress, who we'll call Betty, passed out in my bed; leaving Bartender, who we'll call Ralph, and I to chat and drink into the morning light. So that's what we did. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was the relationship we've built with each other over the last year and a half, perhaps he just needed someone to talk to and I was the right person by profession; Ralph opened up to me and I got to discuss candidly how this particular divorced, male, 40-something, bartender feels about the opposite sex and his interactions with.
Ralph (obviously not his real name) kept giving me permission to write about our conversation. Unlike Ed (definitely his real name), Ralph isn't looking to see his name in print (or blog, as it is). Ralph is a good friend who enjoys my company and my writing. He's offering up his insights for my own gain - not his.
Ralph and I drank and talked until about 6:15 am. He wasn't looking for advice - just wanted to chat and I enjoyed myself
greatly. He seemed a little discontent. given the subject matter of the conversation, I would be too. I hope I cheered him up a bit, just by listening.
He did ask me one question though, just one. I'd like to share it.
Ralph: What can a man do to make a woman feel good?
Veronica: Aww, you know I can't tell you that for sure. Everyone's different. I know that every woman loves to be told that they are attractive. Just reassure her that she's beautiful and that you're lucky to have her.
I just love a man who is determined to make a lady feel good. Even as just a friend, I feel good around him.
Some guys just know how to treat a gal.
So needless to say, after last night, I'm a bit of a train wreck. I've been sleeping on and off all day, trying to rid myself of this "skull too small for my brain" feeling. I would hate for my entire day to be a writeoff - at least I can say I accomplished one blog entry.
I promise, no more personal stuff for at least another month ;-)
xoxo
Raw Knee
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Beat Your Meat While We Beat The Heat
It seems to me that every summer women around town can be seen in less and less clothing. It's only April and I've already seen a good number of leg-and-tit parades around Centretown. Hell, I'm even guilty of it! I've even seen pubescent (and often prepubescent) girls out in public with what little they have to show hanging out. Since the advent of "Girl Power" pop music and the over-sexed images that accompanied it in the mid 90's, scantily clad youngsters have been as common a sight as dandelions on a suburban lawn. Women of all ages are partaking in this strange summer ritual of aesthetic sluttery. The question is: Are we trying to beat the heat, or capitalizing on our sexuality, using it to gain attention and power?
We could attribute the steady decline in the amount of textiles required to bridge the gap between summer clothes and underwear to the fact that each summer gets hotter and hotter, but I think that would be little more than a scapegoat to avoid admitting that we women love attention.
Why are women so scantily clad? It would seem that the progression of feminism has taken a turn. I won't say a turn for the worse. The sexually exploitive woman is a relatively new idea. One that has not been perfected, but one that could be very progressive ix executed properly. My main worry is that young women are exploiting themselves (their sexuality, their body and their knowledge) with no particular goal other than to look as good as possible; to look better than the girl next to you.
What many modern women consider empowering is what our mothers and grandmothers fought to abolish. In recent history, stares and catcalls were considered oppressive. Now, they are not only welcome, but enticed. To be a woman lusted after is to be a women empowered.
Here's a question that needs answering: Have men come to expect this? Do the straight men of the world expect constant visual stimulation? Has it gotten to the point that sexual imagery is so abundant that an attractive young women will slip under the radar is she's not dressed to fuck at all times? Not being male, I can not definitively answer this - but I would absolutely love to discuss it further.
I'll be soliciting interviews with some young to middle aged men in the near future, as I am extremely curious as to where they stand on the matter of the less-is-more fashion trend. I'm also be very interested in the lesbian perspective. Please do not hesitate to contact me if you wish to contribute your opinion, debate the issue or even discredit what I've said.
Keep your eyes peeled for a follow-up article.
Yours in short-shorts and a tank top,
Raw Knee
We could attribute the steady decline in the amount of textiles required to bridge the gap between summer clothes and underwear to the fact that each summer gets hotter and hotter, but I think that would be little more than a scapegoat to avoid admitting that we women love attention.
Why are women so scantily clad? It would seem that the progression of feminism has taken a turn. I won't say a turn for the worse. The sexually exploitive woman is a relatively new idea. One that has not been perfected, but one that could be very progressive ix executed properly. My main worry is that young women are exploiting themselves (their sexuality, their body and their knowledge) with no particular goal other than to look as good as possible; to look better than the girl next to you.
What many modern women consider empowering is what our mothers and grandmothers fought to abolish. In recent history, stares and catcalls were considered oppressive. Now, they are not only welcome, but enticed. To be a woman lusted after is to be a women empowered.
Here's a question that needs answering: Have men come to expect this? Do the straight men of the world expect constant visual stimulation? Has it gotten to the point that sexual imagery is so abundant that an attractive young women will slip under the radar is she's not dressed to fuck at all times? Not being male, I can not definitively answer this - but I would absolutely love to discuss it further.
I'll be soliciting interviews with some young to middle aged men in the near future, as I am extremely curious as to where they stand on the matter of the less-is-more fashion trend. I'm also be very interested in the lesbian perspective. Please do not hesitate to contact me if you wish to contribute your opinion, debate the issue or even discredit what I've said.
Keep your eyes peeled for a follow-up article.
Yours in short-shorts and a tank top,
Raw Knee
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
I'm still alive
Raw Knee and JennStar get cozy
I won't lie, I just love this picture. She's got such pretty blue eyes!
I ended up writing something pretty heavy for the April edition of Veronica's Closet and it took a lot out of me.
I'll have a new, interesting entry for you dudes here soon.
In other news, my friend, Josh, started a new blog. He does lists of top 5's.
I love lists.
Check him out at In The Top 5
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Reader Input Required
I'm working on 2 possible articles for next month's Veronica's Closet. I'm either going with Rape and Sexual Assault or a more light-hearted article about losing one's virginity.
Anyone willing to share stories of rape or sexual assault with me can do so by emailing me at ask.raw.knee@gmail.com
Feel free to do so anonymously. It would be greatly appreciated.
I understand that this is a difficult subject to talk about. The only way to prevent it from happening to other people is to make them aware that this does happen here in our home town and that not only do the police have your back, there are many resources available for free counseling, therapy, educational material, self-defense classes etc. I've been through it myself (more than once) and if I do choose to go with the Rape/Sexual Assault angle I will be sharing one of my own stories, albeit I may decide to credit it "anonymous".
Alternatively, I'm seeking stories of amusing, interesting, entertaining and otherwise terrible cherry poppin' experiences.
How was your first time?
Let me know!
email me! You could get to see your name in print, or if you choose to remain anonymous, share your story - do Ottawa a favour: expose the reality of sexual assault / make us laugh with your lost virginity story.
XOXO
RawKnee
P.S. Ladies, if you've ever been wronged or hurt by someone I really am willing to listen. As I said, I've been there. I promise not to be preachy or offer advice unless asked to. Sometimes you just need to talk.
Anyone willing to share stories of rape or sexual assault with me can do so by emailing me at ask.raw.knee@gmail.com
Feel free to do so anonymously. It would be greatly appreciated.
I understand that this is a difficult subject to talk about. The only way to prevent it from happening to other people is to make them aware that this does happen here in our home town and that not only do the police have your back, there are many resources available for free counseling, therapy, educational material, self-defense classes etc. I've been through it myself (more than once) and if I do choose to go with the Rape/Sexual Assault angle I will be sharing one of my own stories, albeit I may decide to credit it "anonymous".
Alternatively, I'm seeking stories of amusing, interesting, entertaining and otherwise terrible cherry poppin' experiences.
How was your first time?
Let me know!
email me! You could get to see your name in print, or if you choose to remain anonymous, share your story - do Ottawa a favour: expose the reality of sexual assault / make us laugh with your lost virginity story.
XOXO
RawKnee
P.S. Ladies, if you've ever been wronged or hurt by someone I really am willing to listen. As I said, I've been there. I promise not to be preachy or offer advice unless asked to. Sometimes you just need to talk.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
GLBT (So PC it hurts)
It was once as simple as GLBT. Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered. Then a Q was added for queer and soon a second Q, for questioning. Last time I checked there were 3 T's. Transvestite, Transgendered/Transpeople and Two-spirited.
What do we have now? GLBTTTQQ. Seems a bit excessive. Is it not just as easy to say "Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Transvestite, Transpeople, Two-spirited, Queer and Questioning"?
Maybe not, but I know that I have a hard time remembering how many T's and Q's are necessary to ensure that nobody is offended.
How about BDSM? Bondage & Discipline, Domination & Submission and SadoMasochism.
At least the kinky folk allow the D and the S to encompass 2 definitions.
Don't get me wrong, All you homosexuals, transpeople, two-spirited, genderqueer, bi-curious, heteroflexible etc etc etc. I love you! I accept you! We're all people, so can we stop the labeling?
Consider this my plea for "GLBTQ" to be all we need.
xoxo
Raw Knee
What do we have now? GLBTTTQQ. Seems a bit excessive. Is it not just as easy to say "Gay, Lesbian, Bi, Transvestite, Transpeople, Two-spirited, Queer and Questioning"?
Maybe not, but I know that I have a hard time remembering how many T's and Q's are necessary to ensure that nobody is offended.
How about BDSM? Bondage & Discipline, Domination & Submission and SadoMasochism.
At least the kinky folk allow the D and the S to encompass 2 definitions.
Don't get me wrong, All you homosexuals, transpeople, two-spirited, genderqueer, bi-curious, heteroflexible etc etc etc. I love you! I accept you! We're all people, so can we stop the labeling?
Consider this my plea for "GLBTQ" to be all we need.
xoxo
Raw Knee
Saturday, February 23, 2008
A Missing Piece
This is my very own Vagina Monologue. It is an entirely true story from my own life. I hope you can get a laugh out of it and maybe even learn something. This is a story that I've been sitting on for some time. After seeing Ottawa's performance of The Vagina Monologues at the Bronson Centre last night, I feel like I need to share it.
I was 15 when we started dating. He was 17 and the first man I willingly had sex with. I didn't know it at the time, but we would go on to see each other on an off for 4 and a half years, finally parting ways permanently when I was 19. He was the one who I began learning about sex from. I wish I had known what a bad teacher he was, but when compared to my Catholic High School Phys-ed teacher, he seemed like a guru.
One day we were hanging out with another couple and we came across some graffiti of a naked lady. Now, don't picture a pinup girl. We're talking green spray paint, and only green spray paint. This green woman was comparable to a Ziggy cartoon character. The other 3 found this picture incredibly amusing. As elementary as it seemed, the artist, if you could call them that, had drawn a little bauble for a clitoris. I didn't understand. I had only ever heard the word "clitoris" before and I had never bothered to look it up. My confusion got the better of me - I had to ask. My boyfriend became extremely embarrassed. My own naivety showed that I was not the only one who didn't know where my clitoris was.
I had realized that there were many blanks left to fill from my so-called sex education. The Catholic School system had failed me miserably. (I was having uninformed, unprotected sex at age 15. The schools could have at least taught us about condoms. Sure, I knew they existed - but did I know how they work? No. And you can safely assume that my partners, as a young teenager, took advantage of my miseducation) I took it upon myself to read up on and experience everything I could so that I would know and understand what I was doing and what was being done to me. I explored partner sex to a degree that most people didn't even fathom of, but I never explored my vagina or masturbation.
Let's skip ahead to when I was 17. A close girl friend has become open about her masturbating habits. She gives herself amazing orgasms and she wants to share with me. Why? -Because I don't masturbate. I don't just say this out of shame. I still don't know where my clitoris is, rather, I'm convinced I don't have one. I still refuse to experiment with masturbation, although I had become a very liberal sexual being when it came to my partners.
It was during an impromptu orgy with some of my friends that I finally found my clit. It was not an amazing moment of clarity or realization; and it was not a surprise orgasm. No. I asked one of the other girls to look because I couldn't find it and I didn't think I had one. She was a stripper at a local bar and for some reason I thought that this made her a qualified candidate for clitoral spelunking. After about 3 or 4 minutes of her poking and prodding at my splayed vagina with her dangerous fake nails she found it. "Holy Shit!" She said "It's tiny! You almost don't have one." She showed me where my dwarf of a sex organ was. In time I began to hone a masturbating technique to coax orgasms out of myself.
This was not an overnight sensation. It took months and months. One day I finally bought a vibrator and I was hooked. I was a woman empowered, I no longer needed my "liberal" sexuality or even a partner at all.
The on/off boyfriend and I got back together again after several months separation. It had turned out in that time that someone else had taught him about clitoral stimulation. The sex between he and I was suddenly phenomenal, it was just too bad that by this point the only interest we had in one another was sexual. He and I don't speak anymore. My clit and I, however, are the best of friends. Last time I checked, the green lady was still where we left her, clitoris intact.
The Vagina Monologues will be performed again this evening at The Bronson Centre in honour of V day. All proceeds are going towards ending violence against women via the Sexual Assault Support Centre of Ottawa. This is a cause close to my heart. Please show your support! http://www.ottawavday.ca/
I was 15 when we started dating. He was 17 and the first man I willingly had sex with. I didn't know it at the time, but we would go on to see each other on an off for 4 and a half years, finally parting ways permanently when I was 19. He was the one who I began learning about sex from. I wish I had known what a bad teacher he was, but when compared to my Catholic High School Phys-ed teacher, he seemed like a guru.
One day we were hanging out with another couple and we came across some graffiti of a naked lady. Now, don't picture a pinup girl. We're talking green spray paint, and only green spray paint. This green woman was comparable to a Ziggy cartoon character. The other 3 found this picture incredibly amusing. As elementary as it seemed, the artist, if you could call them that, had drawn a little bauble for a clitoris. I didn't understand. I had only ever heard the word "clitoris" before and I had never bothered to look it up. My confusion got the better of me - I had to ask. My boyfriend became extremely embarrassed. My own naivety showed that I was not the only one who didn't know where my clitoris was.
I had realized that there were many blanks left to fill from my so-called sex education. The Catholic School system had failed me miserably. (I was having uninformed, unprotected sex at age 15. The schools could have at least taught us about condoms. Sure, I knew they existed - but did I know how they work? No. And you can safely assume that my partners, as a young teenager, took advantage of my miseducation) I took it upon myself to read up on and experience everything I could so that I would know and understand what I was doing and what was being done to me. I explored partner sex to a degree that most people didn't even fathom of, but I never explored my vagina or masturbation.
Let's skip ahead to when I was 17. A close girl friend has become open about her masturbating habits. She gives herself amazing orgasms and she wants to share with me. Why? -Because I don't masturbate. I don't just say this out of shame. I still don't know where my clitoris is, rather, I'm convinced I don't have one. I still refuse to experiment with masturbation, although I had become a very liberal sexual being when it came to my partners.
It was during an impromptu orgy with some of my friends that I finally found my clit. It was not an amazing moment of clarity or realization; and it was not a surprise orgasm. No. I asked one of the other girls to look because I couldn't find it and I didn't think I had one. She was a stripper at a local bar and for some reason I thought that this made her a qualified candidate for clitoral spelunking. After about 3 or 4 minutes of her poking and prodding at my splayed vagina with her dangerous fake nails she found it. "Holy Shit!" She said "It's tiny! You almost don't have one." She showed me where my dwarf of a sex organ was. In time I began to hone a masturbating technique to coax orgasms out of myself.
This was not an overnight sensation. It took months and months. One day I finally bought a vibrator and I was hooked. I was a woman empowered, I no longer needed my "liberal" sexuality or even a partner at all.
The on/off boyfriend and I got back together again after several months separation. It had turned out in that time that someone else had taught him about clitoral stimulation. The sex between he and I was suddenly phenomenal, it was just too bad that by this point the only interest we had in one another was sexual. He and I don't speak anymore. My clit and I, however, are the best of friends. Last time I checked, the green lady was still where we left her, clitoris intact.
The Vagina Monologues will be performed again this evening at The Bronson Centre in honour of V day. All proceeds are going towards ending violence against women via the Sexual Assault Support Centre of Ottawa. This is a cause close to my heart. Please show your support! http://www.ottawavday.ca/
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Bottom 10's: The Lost Categories
The Worst Music To Have Playing During Sex
10. Majic 100 radio - Tristan
9. Big Shiny Tunes 6 - Tyler
8. Scottish Bagpipes - Bliss
7. Dolly Parton - Jeff L
6. Marilyn Manson - disposable teens - Roxy
5. Eiffel 65 - blue(dabadee) - James
4. I'm the only gay eskimo - Ellie
3. New Kids On The Block - Sharpe
2. Me singing while fucking her - Jeff W
1. CJOH News - Dano
The 10 worst pickup lines
10. Hey baby, does this cloth smell like chloroform to you? - Jeff W
9. If we were a couple of squirrels would you let me bust a nut in your hole? - Hayden
8. Wanna go halves on a baby? - Marie
7. Lick your finger, touch yourself, touch her and say "Hey baby, let's you and me go and get out of these wet clothes" (and it worked) - Jeff L
6. Yo, my friend wants your number - Kayla
5. Are you an angel? cuz i just got an erection! - James
4. I need the best hooker in town (said while stroking my arm)- Ellie
3. I forced an Irish accent and said "if you like bailey's, you need to try THIS irish cream" - Sharpe
2. How much does a polar bear weigh...? Enough to break the ice - Carly
1. I'd buy you a drink, but let's skip the foreplay. - Jenn
The 10 worst places to have sex (as experienced by UpFront readers)
10. The drivers seat of a Volkswagen Jetta - Ronnie
9. On a pool table at McClaren's (we were told to stop, so we moved to the bathroom) - Anne
8. In a sauna - Dave
7. On a bunch of rocks in a Kanata nature trail - Bruce
6. A stand up shower built for what seemed like half a person - Megan
5. In the butt - Michelle
4. In the unheated hallway of an abandonned motel in the middle of Saskatchewan in January - Ellie
3. On the hood of a muddy pickup truck in the dark in the forest. My feet were wet and muddy, and I almost ripped a wiper off; it was like a slip and slide! - Jenn T
2. The bathroom of a kids sports/lasertag place after hours. there was no where to do it but the cold, hard, dirty floor - Vicky
1. A Wheelbarrow - Roxy
Honourable mention: Public washrooms across Canada
10. Majic 100 radio - Tristan
9. Big Shiny Tunes 6 - Tyler
8. Scottish Bagpipes - Bliss
7. Dolly Parton - Jeff L
6. Marilyn Manson - disposable teens - Roxy
5. Eiffel 65 - blue(dabadee) - James
4. I'm the only gay eskimo - Ellie
3. New Kids On The Block - Sharpe
2. Me singing while fucking her - Jeff W
1. CJOH News - Dano
The 10 worst pickup lines
10. Hey baby, does this cloth smell like chloroform to you? - Jeff W
9. If we were a couple of squirrels would you let me bust a nut in your hole? - Hayden
8. Wanna go halves on a baby? - Marie
7. Lick your finger, touch yourself, touch her and say "Hey baby, let's you and me go and get out of these wet clothes" (and it worked) - Jeff L
6. Yo, my friend wants your number - Kayla
5. Are you an angel? cuz i just got an erection! - James
4. I need the best hooker in town (said while stroking my arm)- Ellie
3. I forced an Irish accent and said "if you like bailey's, you need to try THIS irish cream" - Sharpe
2. How much does a polar bear weigh...? Enough to break the ice - Carly
1. I'd buy you a drink, but let's skip the foreplay. - Jenn
The 10 worst places to have sex (as experienced by UpFront readers)
10. The drivers seat of a Volkswagen Jetta - Ronnie
9. On a pool table at McClaren's (we were told to stop, so we moved to the bathroom) - Anne
8. In a sauna - Dave
7. On a bunch of rocks in a Kanata nature trail - Bruce
6. A stand up shower built for what seemed like half a person - Megan
5. In the butt - Michelle
4. In the unheated hallway of an abandonned motel in the middle of Saskatchewan in January - Ellie
3. On the hood of a muddy pickup truck in the dark in the forest. My feet were wet and muddy, and I almost ripped a wiper off; it was like a slip and slide! - Jenn T
2. The bathroom of a kids sports/lasertag place after hours. there was no where to do it but the cold, hard, dirty floor - Vicky
1. A Wheelbarrow - Roxy
Honourable mention: Public washrooms across Canada
Monday, February 18, 2008
Jeffree Star
If anyone out there in internet land paid attention to my last installment of recommended fuck tunes you may notice a trend. I love synth and electronica and I'm just gonna keep forcing on you ;) A modern orgy just isn't right without industrial or synth punk blaring in the background, trust me. (Pretty coloured pillows and dirty mirrors help the ambiance too)
Jeffree Star is the newest music discovery of mine and I'm infatuated. He's a self-made, conceited, drag queen cewebrity and I love him! His look reminds me of David Bowie and his music makes me think of what a gay bar would be like if they played fewer techno remixes of The Villiage People and more original tunes . One of his lyrics is "Let me show you how it works. I like it hard." How hot is that? I know I'm wet. This guy is so fucking glam, he has envious pink hair and he rolls with Perez Hilton and Davey Havoc. How fabulous!
Jeffree Star isn't for everybody, but if you like to dance or fuck or get high or any combination of the aforementioned - prepare to indulge.
Check out Jeffree Star while I go change my panties.
Jeffree Star is the newest music discovery of mine and I'm infatuated. He's a self-made, conceited, drag queen cewebrity and I love him! His look reminds me of David Bowie and his music makes me think of what a gay bar would be like if they played fewer techno remixes of The Villiage People and more original tunes . One of his lyrics is "Let me show you how it works. I like it hard." How hot is that? I know I'm wet. This guy is so fucking glam, he has envious pink hair and he rolls with Perez Hilton and Davey Havoc. How fabulous!
Jeffree Star isn't for everybody, but if you like to dance or fuck or get high or any combination of the aforementioned - prepare to indulge.
Check out Jeffree Star while I go change my panties.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Veronica Fever
I'm only going to explain this once more.
My name is Veronica.
Raw Knee is a pseudonym. Back in the teenage years my peers often opted to call me "Ronnie". I never really liked it. At one point I said "If you're going to call me Ronnie you have to spell it like this: Raw Knee" It stuck (with most people).
I may be a fellatio aficionado, but I'm not a self-depreciating hoe-bag. If I ever have raw knees it's because I'm a klutz and I fall a lot, not because I'm constantly on my knees sucking cock.
Capiche?
You should listen to "Veronica Fever" by the Ravonettes. I kind of think it was written about me. (wishful delirious thinking).
The Brainstorm meeting for the March issue of UpFront is this afternoon. You can count on me to have absolutely no ideas nor creativity - but to pump out another informative column.
Due to space issues: the entirety of the "bottom 10's" didn't get printed. I'm considering posting the rejected categories here.
Yeah, I think I'll do that. Keep your eyes peeled. It'll probably be a couple of days.
Love,
Raw Knee
My name is Veronica.
Raw Knee is a pseudonym. Back in the teenage years my peers often opted to call me "Ronnie". I never really liked it. At one point I said "If you're going to call me Ronnie you have to spell it like this: Raw Knee" It stuck (with most people).
I may be a fellatio aficionado, but I'm not a self-depreciating hoe-bag. If I ever have raw knees it's because I'm a klutz and I fall a lot, not because I'm constantly on my knees sucking cock.
Capiche?
You should listen to "Veronica Fever" by the Ravonettes. I kind of think it was written about me. (wishful delirious thinking).
The Brainstorm meeting for the March issue of UpFront is this afternoon. You can count on me to have absolutely no ideas nor creativity - but to pump out another informative column.
Due to space issues: the entirety of the "bottom 10's" didn't get printed. I'm considering posting the rejected categories here.
Yeah, I think I'll do that. Keep your eyes peeled. It'll probably be a couple of days.
Love,
Raw Knee
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Written with heavy eyelids
I've been working my ass off lately.
Some of you may already know that I've got a "regular" job, school, a writing gig and this blog on the side. I'd now like to announce another project I've been working on that's been draining me for the past month and a half: ROCKALLILLY BURLESQUE TROUPE
I'm 1/3 of the management team. I don't know if you out there in internetland, reading this, has ever started up a business or club or anything of the like, but I'm pretty sure it can kill you.
Don't get me wrong! I love the girls, I love the exposure, I love the mission! I fucking love what we're about and I couldn't be more proud to be a part of it. It's just that I'm burning out. You'll have to excuse the inevitably declining quality of my posts here until I'm back at 100%.
Now that you have a rough idea of just how hard I'm working on this burlesque troupe multiply it by 3. That's how much love and devotion is being put into this project - and that's only from the coordinaters. Think how hard the dancers are pushing themselves!
I've said too much!
Rockalilly will be announcing their debut show soon and I want all of you to bring your sexy asses there and show your support!!
Got it?
good.
Love,
Raw Knee
Some of you may already know that I've got a "regular" job, school, a writing gig and this blog on the side. I'd now like to announce another project I've been working on that's been draining me for the past month and a half: ROCKALLILLY BURLESQUE TROUPE
I'm 1/3 of the management team. I don't know if you out there in internetland, reading this, has ever started up a business or club or anything of the like, but I'm pretty sure it can kill you.
Don't get me wrong! I love the girls, I love the exposure, I love the mission! I fucking love what we're about and I couldn't be more proud to be a part of it. It's just that I'm burning out. You'll have to excuse the inevitably declining quality of my posts here until I'm back at 100%.
Now that you have a rough idea of just how hard I'm working on this burlesque troupe multiply it by 3. That's how much love and devotion is being put into this project - and that's only from the coordinaters. Think how hard the dancers are pushing themselves!
I've said too much!
Rockalilly will be announcing their debut show soon and I want all of you to bring your sexy asses there and show your support!!
Got it?
good.
Love,
Raw Knee
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Bottom 10's; The full interviews: James
RawKnee: Briefly describe the incident of your overall worst sexual experience.
James: While tightly bound to my girlfriends bed, she decided to give me a handjob while i was blindfolded. During such, i felt a slight sting, but thought nothing of it. one i finished, i heard her starting to scream. she pulled the blindfold off my eyes. apparently she wasnt paying too much attention since my dick was covered in blood and was bleeding profusely from the head.
RK: What is the worst music you've ever fucked to? (foreplay counts too)
J: sadly, eifel 65 - blue(dabadee)
RK: What's the worst / most shocking / rudest thing a partner did while you
were being intimate?
J: she picked her nose
RK: The lamest pickup line you've ever used or had used on you?
J: This wasn't used by, or on me, but you must praise robot chicken for this one: are you an angel? 'cause i just got an erection!
RK: Worst injury ever incurred during sexual activity.
J: Refer to my response to your first question.
RK: What's the most uncomfortable place you've ever had sex.
J: On a bathroom countertop, it was too small and started to creak excessively, as well i had to get onto my tippy toes! didnt work so well!!
RK: What's the worst location you've ever had sex.
J: In my girlfriends friends bed, with her 3 friends passed out drunk beside us, they woke up halfway through
James: While tightly bound to my girlfriends bed, she decided to give me a handjob while i was blindfolded. During such, i felt a slight sting, but thought nothing of it. one i finished, i heard her starting to scream. she pulled the blindfold off my eyes. apparently she wasnt paying too much attention since my dick was covered in blood and was bleeding profusely from the head.
RK: What is the worst music you've ever fucked to? (foreplay counts too)
J: sadly, eifel 65 - blue(dabadee)
RK: What's the worst / most shocking / rudest thing a partner did while you
were being intimate?
J: she picked her nose
RK: The lamest pickup line you've ever used or had used on you?
J: This wasn't used by, or on me, but you must praise robot chicken for this one: are you an angel? 'cause i just got an erection!
RK: Worst injury ever incurred during sexual activity.
J: Refer to my response to your first question.
RK: What's the most uncomfortable place you've ever had sex.
J: On a bathroom countertop, it was too small and started to creak excessively, as well i had to get onto my tippy toes! didnt work so well!!
RK: What's the worst location you've ever had sex.
J: In my girlfriends friends bed, with her 3 friends passed out drunk beside us, they woke up halfway through
Bottom 10's; The full interviews: Jessa
RawKnee: Tell me about your worst sexual experience.
Jessa: Really hard to say, but I'll go with getting caught with my friend's boyfriend.
After making the horrible drunken mistake to sleep with my friend's boyfriend, we were found together in bed- by my friend, the next morning.
There was screaming and throwing household objects, attacking us etc.
(way more intense than the worst CHEATERS episode).
We eventually convinced her that we'd just passed out drunk beside eachother, (no sex). She was still really pissed so she left.
Couple hours later, this guy walks me to my bus stop, we kiss goodbye, (BIG MISTAKE), it just so fucking happens my friend was driving down that exact street, (not a busy street), at that exact time. I hear the schreech of her tires, a cardoor slam and there's my friend running tword me like the fucking terrminator, about to kill me. She didn't end up laying a finger on me, but she should have. That was bad.
RK: What's the worst thing someone ever did while you were being intimate?
J: It was Valentines Day. I was wearing the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen and was just getting intimate with my boyfriend. He got really pissed at me, (aparently for touching myself), and threw me off of him. He was freaking out and we had a huge fight. Jerk.
RK: Worst Pick Up Line?
J: This guy told me he was in martial arts training.How it keeps him so buff and in shape. He could kick anyone's ass who messed with me. "Check this out!!!"
(He puts on Mortal Combat music...no lie...this was at a party)
music playing... he's bouncing around the room like an idiot throwing fists and kicking to the music til he's panting and red in the face. All the while yelling weird shit like Hi YAAA!!!! AGHHHH!!!!
Me and my best friend couldn't stop laughing. He eventually realized this, ( after 5 -7 minutes), and just stopped and went away all embarrased and pissed. poor guy.
RK: What was the wort injury you've ever had from sex?
J: This might not count so I'll give two.
I had sex with my friend who had a broken leg. Full leg cast. His bed was also broken in the middle so badly the bed looked like a V. It was hilarious.
My friend let me and this guy use her brother's room to shag one summer night : ) Her brother had a reallt childish small room and bed..
Anyway. We got carried away with things and the bed broke- violently. It was funny so we just got crazier and by the time we were done the closet door was broken down, the basketball hoop on the wall had been torn down, the night table was broken. The room was totaled. We were covered in bruises and scrapes the next morning..He probly shoulda had a concussion too. Good Times.
RK: What's the most uncomfortable place you've "done the deed"?
J: This one guy's car. Cars aren't that bad most the time but this one was sooooo small and he was soo tall. Every position killed one of us and at one point my foot kicked the radio or something and it turned on this ridiculous static/ mexican music...We couldn't turn it off cause our bodies were tangled like pretzels. It was hilarious but I just wanted it to end. That killed my knees, he said he was hurtin the next day too..(The things we do to ourselves for sex...)
RK: Finally, What's the worst overall location you've ever had sex in?
J: My boyfriend and I were on our way to a bar after leaving a fancy event when we got caught in the rain. We ran for shelter by an outdoor parkinglot.
We broke into a car and had sex in the backseat til the rain let up.
Jessa: Really hard to say, but I'll go with getting caught with my friend's boyfriend.
After making the horrible drunken mistake to sleep with my friend's boyfriend, we were found together in bed- by my friend, the next morning.
There was screaming and throwing household objects, attacking us etc.
(way more intense than the worst CHEATERS episode).
We eventually convinced her that we'd just passed out drunk beside eachother, (no sex). She was still really pissed so she left.
Couple hours later, this guy walks me to my bus stop, we kiss goodbye, (BIG MISTAKE), it just so fucking happens my friend was driving down that exact street, (not a busy street), at that exact time. I hear the schreech of her tires, a cardoor slam and there's my friend running tword me like the fucking terrminator, about to kill me. She didn't end up laying a finger on me, but she should have. That was bad.
RK: What's the worst thing someone ever did while you were being intimate?
J: It was Valentines Day. I was wearing the sexiest lingerie I'd ever seen and was just getting intimate with my boyfriend. He got really pissed at me, (aparently for touching myself), and threw me off of him. He was freaking out and we had a huge fight. Jerk.
RK: Worst Pick Up Line?
J: This guy told me he was in martial arts training.How it keeps him so buff and in shape. He could kick anyone's ass who messed with me. "Check this out!!!"
(He puts on Mortal Combat music...no lie...this was at a party)
music playing... he's bouncing around the room like an idiot throwing fists and kicking to the music til he's panting and red in the face. All the while yelling weird shit like Hi YAAA!!!! AGHHHH!!!!
Me and my best friend couldn't stop laughing. He eventually realized this, ( after 5 -7 minutes), and just stopped and went away all embarrased and pissed. poor guy.
RK: What was the wort injury you've ever had from sex?
J: This might not count so I'll give two.
I had sex with my friend who had a broken leg. Full leg cast. His bed was also broken in the middle so badly the bed looked like a V. It was hilarious.
My friend let me and this guy use her brother's room to shag one summer night : ) Her brother had a reallt childish small room and bed..
Anyway. We got carried away with things and the bed broke- violently. It was funny so we just got crazier and by the time we were done the closet door was broken down, the basketball hoop on the wall had been torn down, the night table was broken. The room was totaled. We were covered in bruises and scrapes the next morning..He probly shoulda had a concussion too. Good Times.
RK: What's the most uncomfortable place you've "done the deed"?
J: This one guy's car. Cars aren't that bad most the time but this one was sooooo small and he was soo tall. Every position killed one of us and at one point my foot kicked the radio or something and it turned on this ridiculous static/ mexican music...We couldn't turn it off cause our bodies were tangled like pretzels. It was hilarious but I just wanted it to end. That killed my knees, he said he was hurtin the next day too..(The things we do to ourselves for sex...)
RK: Finally, What's the worst overall location you've ever had sex in?
J: My boyfriend and I were on our way to a bar after leaving a fancy event when we got caught in the rain. We ran for shelter by an outdoor parkinglot.
We broke into a car and had sex in the backseat til the rain let up.
Bottom 10's; The full interviews: Jenn T
RK: What is your overall worst sexual experience?
J: The worst sex I've ever had was a couple years ago. There was such anticipation and wanting it with this person for so long that when it finally happened, it didn't live up to the hype. The worst part? He thought it was awesome, so I had to fake my mutual enthusiasm.
RK: What's the worst music you've ever fucked to?
J: There is rarely music playing (too concentrated on the task to turn on a radio) but I guess hearing a song that generally makes me cry with memories kinda killed the mood.
RK: What's the worst thing you ever had a partner do while you were being intimate?
J: The rudest thing by far was when one of my partners assumed the backdoor was open (if you get me). I was shocked and appalled with the complete odacity of not asking (so I could vehemently say NO!).
RK: Worst Pick-up line?
J: "I'd buy you a drink, but let's skip the foreplay."
RK: Worst injury ever incurred during sexual activity?
J: Ha ha ha, I've never been injured but a few weeks ago, my bf and I were heading to bed and we both rolled towards each other for a goodnight kiss... we both went for upper position and I kneed him sqarely in the balls. Tell me about a mood ruiner!!
RK: What's the most uncomfortable place you've ever had sex?
J: On the hood of a muddy pickup truck in the dark in the forest. My feet were wet and muddy, and I almost ripped a wiper off; it was like a slip and slide!
RK: And the worst location?
J: Worst? Probably in the front seat of the car in a busy parking lot on St. Laruent.
J: The worst sex I've ever had was a couple years ago. There was such anticipation and wanting it with this person for so long that when it finally happened, it didn't live up to the hype. The worst part? He thought it was awesome, so I had to fake my mutual enthusiasm.
RK: What's the worst music you've ever fucked to?
J: There is rarely music playing (too concentrated on the task to turn on a radio) but I guess hearing a song that generally makes me cry with memories kinda killed the mood.
RK: What's the worst thing you ever had a partner do while you were being intimate?
J: The rudest thing by far was when one of my partners assumed the backdoor was open (if you get me). I was shocked and appalled with the complete odacity of not asking (so I could vehemently say NO!).
RK: Worst Pick-up line?
J: "I'd buy you a drink, but let's skip the foreplay."
RK: Worst injury ever incurred during sexual activity?
J: Ha ha ha, I've never been injured but a few weeks ago, my bf and I were heading to bed and we both rolled towards each other for a goodnight kiss... we both went for upper position and I kneed him sqarely in the balls. Tell me about a mood ruiner!!
RK: What's the most uncomfortable place you've ever had sex?
J: On the hood of a muddy pickup truck in the dark in the forest. My feet were wet and muddy, and I almost ripped a wiper off; it was like a slip and slide!
RK: And the worst location?
J: Worst? Probably in the front seat of the car in a busy parking lot on St. Laruent.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Procon - the first installment of reccomended sex music
Have you ever heard of ProCon? Probably not, but you should have.
They're one of the BEST electronic acts that Toronto is exporting nowadays.
I discovered them 2 summers ago at Montreal's Le Spectrum. They were opening for a big name in teenage goth electro music. I immediately ran to the merch booth and bought their CD 'cause I knew my life would not be complete without it.
How does this pertain to sex?
Count Feedbacks sexy beats with Countess Christsmasher's hot voice are, in my opinion, bona fide panty peelers.
Raw Knee's weekly reccomended fuck tunes: PROCON!
If you like it, buy their CD!
SUPPORT INDIE MUSIC!!!
They're one of the BEST electronic acts that Toronto is exporting nowadays.
I discovered them 2 summers ago at Montreal's Le Spectrum. They were opening for a big name in teenage goth electro music. I immediately ran to the merch booth and bought their CD 'cause I knew my life would not be complete without it.
How does this pertain to sex?
Count Feedbacks sexy beats with Countess Christsmasher's hot voice are, in my opinion, bona fide panty peelers.
Raw Knee's weekly reccomended fuck tunes: PROCON!
If you like it, buy their CD!
SUPPORT INDIE MUSIC!!!
Friday, January 25, 2008
The Blowjob Manifesto pt 3 - Regret, Stigma, Empowerment And Feminism Through Cock Sucking
There are times, after performing fellatio, that a woman can feel like she's been subordinated or otherwise used and starts to feel shame. This does not always happen and it doesn't happen to everyone. When it does happen it could be immediately afterwards or even years afterwards.
I was into him like white on rice, and he expressed that the feeling was mutual. The first (and only) time I ever gave him head I had him screaming in ecstasy. The man was screaming my name so loud that I'm sure all of downtown Ottawa heard it (bear in mind that my name is not actually Raw Knee). He always told me that I was the best he'd ever had at everything we ever did, but never with as much enthusiasm as he saved for that blowjob. He shot my ego through the roof.
The best way to avoid this feeling is to only go as far as you are comfortable with someone, although the regret feeling isn't always avoidable.
A year and some odd months ago, I dated a man for a brief period of time... less than 2 months
I was into him like white on rice, and he expressed that the feeling was mutual. The first (and only) time I ever gave him head I had him screaming in ecstasy. The man was screaming my name so loud that I'm sure all of downtown Ottawa heard it (bear in mind that my name is not actually Raw Knee). He always told me that I was the best he'd ever had at everything we ever did, but never with as much enthusiasm as he saved for that blowjob. He shot my ego through the roof.
As previously stated, this was a very short relationship, if you could even call it that. It also ended very abruptly and on bad terms. I spent months moping over it. During those months, and even now sometimes when I think about it I feel a tinge of regret and my self worth takes a temporary nose dive. I regret blowing him because he never treated me as well as I treated him.
I've found a way to counter this feeling, and it has everything to do with my key to avoiding it in the first place.
I've found a way to counter this feeling, and it has everything to do with my key to avoiding it in the first place.
I sucked his dick because I WANTED TO.
I had the power in that situation. He didn't make me do it, I wanted to and I did a damn good job. The poor bastard will probably never be so lucky again. So why should I feel bad about it?
I was exerting my power as a woman. He's never going to forget me and he might even regret how he treated me in the end. So really, who should have the regrets?
If you ever get that post-fellatio feeling of regret just remember that you did it because you wanted to, that he's a damn lucky guy to have had you and that you can take away the privilege at any time.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Dressed for Sexcess
When asked "What is Fetish Fashion?" Most people picture a stereotypical gay bear clad in leather, or a pierced and tattooed woman who's been gagged and hog tied. These types of 'fashion', still viewed as taboo, have not been fetishised by nearly as many people as certain types of fetish attire that's seen in every day life. A police officer probably does not think about how many panties he'll wet just by wearing his uniform when he dresses in the morning. Few women realize the fantasies they inspire when adorning their legs with pantyhose and feet with high heels. Any article of clothing (or inanimate object, or role to be played) can be and probably has been turned into the object of someone's sexual desire. Although many regular clothing styles and uniforms are commonly fetishised, they are not usually categorized as such because the reason they are worn is not to arouse sexual thoughts and behaviors. Fetishistic behavior was, up until recently, rarely spoken of and thus has very little recorded past, although there is an undoubtedly long history. Because of this, the origin of fetish fashion is nearly impossible to determine.
Many claim that the restrictive corsets and hobble skirts of the Victorian Era were humanity's first taste of fetish fashion. Both items have drifted in and out of popular style throughout the ages. The corset, a wedding staple and beloved item of BDSM practitioners, has only been adopted as both a kinky bondage item as well as an aesthetically pleasing outer garment, in the past 3 decades. Hobble skirts, named aptly for their strict hemline, cause the wearer to hobble or take tiny steps. They first appeared in the 1880's and have been resurrected as the 1950's pencil skirt and more recently as a popular style of wedding dress. The restrictive nature of the hobble skirt makes it an ideal bondage item.
It is also often speculated that the original fetish fashion statement was that of the post WWII biker subculture, who's leather and denim clothing didn't take long to be adopted by homosexuals. Leather and denim was worn by many gay men to affirm and proclaim their masculinity and toughness in a society where homosexual men were stereotyped as effeminate. By the 1960's leather culture was beginning to become popular in Britain by the hand of popular musicians such as The Who and The Rolling Stones. In the early 1970's the (still very underground at the time) BDSM community began to take on leather culture and fashion. To this day, leather is a major part of both the BDSM and Gay communities. "Mr Leather" competitions are held annually in many cities, including Ottawa, and draw in crowds of all kinds of people, from avid participants to curious voyeurs.
The most common reported fetish is, and has been for centuries, the foot/shoe fetish. Shoes in many different styles are available in an array of sizes for men and women of all foot-sizes to enjoy, relish and worship. Foot fetishism is more common in men than women. Practicing foot fetishists generally enjoy to lick, suck, be trod on by and humiliated with a pair of high heels worn by a woman. Some foot fetishists prefer to wear the shoes while others aren't even interested in shoes but just the feet. Arguably the most extreme of the fetish shoe is the pointe heel. Similar in design to ballet points but with spike heels to support the heel of the foot, alleviating the pressure on the toes ever so slightly. Pointe heels are usually ankle height but are available in the even more restrictive thigh-high.
Most current and typical fetish attire is not worn on a regular basis and is usually only seen in private clubs, bedrooms, fetish/BDSM events and ornate goth/metal/industrial music videos. The most common materials used in modern fetish clothing are leather, latex, pvc, spandex and fishnet. Common themes include everything from puppy or pony play to PVC versions of commonly fetishised uniforms to latex gowns and catsuits. Fetish Fashion accessories can range from cuffs and collars to thigh-high platform boots and gas masks. Canada is known for it's fetish and BDSM fashion thanks to Northbound Leather in Toronto and Polymorphe Latex in Montreal. Because of Ottawa's proximity to both Northbound and Polymorphe, and the number of local custom corsetiers, there is no lack of pret-a-porter (or pret-a-play, if you will) fashions here. Several events and exposes held throughout the year draw in vendors from all across Canada to share their [fetish] wares with the kinky side of ottawa. Fetish items from latex bodysuits and leather harnesses to silk corsets and fishnet stockings are available year round at specialty shops throughout the city. Seek and you shall find.
Photos by Raw Knee
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Sexapalooza Ottawa 2008
I got my ass kicked by this weekend's sex convention. Holy...Fucking...Shit.
Okay, I'll admit that I didn't attend friday night. I spent Friday night at an Aids Committee of Ottawa / In Spot / Disorganized event at Babylon. I tried to play it off as being a business thing, because of who it was put on by, but it was honestly just a drunken shitshow full of electronic music. I guess since I can't claim the cover charge as a business expense I don't mind admitting that the main reason I was there was to see Thunderheist. The secondary reason being to network with The Aids Committee of Ottawa and gather some information on In Spot. Unfortunately, by 2:00am I had damn near forgotten all about networking and stumbled out into the street piss drunk, with my friend Kayla, both of us laughing at me for pretending that I was there in the name of research.
I spent all day Saturday and all day Sunday at Sexapalooza. A good chunk of my time was taken up with demonstrating high end vibrators from Europe and Japan. One of the lines I was pushing is called Joy Division, which is ironically enough, German. They're fantastic vibrators. Hygienic silicone with 2 silent internal motors, ultra-flexible and come with a 5 year warranty. The only problem with the vibrator is that I can't imagine using it without a mental image of Ian Curtis hanging. Or worse, WWII concentration camps.
Sexapalooza was surprisingly well organized. Promotions for the show were left late, most of the vendors and demonstrators were expecting a disappointing turnout. To everyone's pleasant surprise, the venue reached capacity at least once each day. The chance Ottawa having of a bigger and better sex con next year is looking good.
Next time I'll bring business cards :)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
A reader concern
Hi, Paw Knee
I don't have a question so much as a comment. In your January response to a man who asked about non-exclusive relationships, I found your comment that "(most) women, by nature, want to be in exclusive partnerships…" rather offensive. I have an open mind about people's choices, and women, just as men, have the choice to engage in whatever relationship they want to, which includes nonexclusive relationships. I am wondering what is the natural and innate aversion women have towards an open relationship? I am a woman and I have yet to be handed a guide which tells me I want to be in an exclusive partnerships, or know my nature to be against nonexclusive relationships. I did enjoy the rest of your responses, but I'd appreciate some future care with the unsubstantial conclusions you make.
(Name withheld at my discretion)
(name withheld),
I am truly sorry to offend. I hope you understand that it is not my intent to do so and I very much appreciate your feedback.
I also keep an open mind about people's decisions, however, when asked such a generic question I have little choice but to answer based on the majority - and the fact is that women are psychologically predisposed to long for exculsivity within a partnership. I fully acknowledge that it is not always the case. Polyamory is a legitimate lifestyle choice, although uncommon, as are casual encounters and extensive casual relationships. What I've learned through studies, experience and social observation is that women prefer monogamy for a few key reasons, most notably: social conditioning. We are bred from birth (by various media outlets, religions and for many, our families) to believe that the proper adult relationship is a man and a woman together... generally for the purpose of procreation.
I don't really agree with it, although my opinion is not what matters. The matter is that I gave a generic response to a rather generically formulated question. If you have any more questions, corrections or comments please feel free to email me and I would be happy to consider the issue(s).
Keep reading and be safe!
Raw Knee
I don't have a question so much as a comment. In your January response to a man who asked about non-exclusive relationships, I found your comment that "(most) women, by nature, want to be in exclusive partnerships…" rather offensive. I have an open mind about people's choices, and women, just as men, have the choice to engage in whatever relationship they want to, which includes nonexclusive relationships. I am wondering what is the natural and innate aversion women have towards an open relationship? I am a woman and I have yet to be handed a guide which tells me I want to be in an exclusive partnerships, or know my nature to be against nonexclusive relationships. I did enjoy the rest of your responses, but I'd appreciate some future care with the unsubstantial conclusions you make.
(Name withheld at my discretion)
(name withheld),
I am truly sorry to offend. I hope you understand that it is not my intent to do so and I very much appreciate your feedback.
I also keep an open mind about people's decisions, however, when asked such a generic question I have little choice but to answer based on the majority - and the fact is that women are psychologically predisposed to long for exculsivity within a partnership. I fully acknowledge that it is not always the case. Polyamory is a legitimate lifestyle choice, although uncommon, as are casual encounters and extensive casual relationships. What I've learned through studies, experience and social observation is that women prefer monogamy for a few key reasons, most notably: social conditioning. We are bred from birth (by various media outlets, religions and for many, our families) to believe that the proper adult relationship is a man and a woman together... generally for the purpose of procreation.
I don't really agree with it, although my opinion is not what matters. The matter is that I gave a generic response to a rather generically formulated question. If you have any more questions, corrections or comments please feel free to email me and I would be happy to consider the issue(s).
Keep reading and be safe!
Raw Knee
The Blowjob Manifesto pt 2 - etiquette
Do's/Don'ts for Men
Do verbalize how much you're enjoying it
Do remind her how good she is at this
Do use positive and constructive vocabulary to guide her where you want her
Don't use her ears or hair as a handle unless you know she likes it. (Try it once, if you get a negative response - don't do it again)
Don't blow your load without warning
Do ask first if you can release in her mouth
Don't make your disappointment too obvious when she says 'no'.
Do say thank you, or express your appreciation in another way.
Do's/Don'ts for Women (or men who life to give head)
Do be aware of your teeth, try not to use them.
Do get messy, spit, slobber, the whole shabang.
Do try to deepthroat. Even if you gag a little, it's okay (so long as you can handle it) When you gag they think they're huge in the pants. It's like a synthetic boost of testosterone for the recipient.
Don't stick your finger up his ass without prior consent
Do be careful with the testes
Don't expect me to give away all my tips for free... sorry gals, this is all you get.
xoxoxoxo
RawKnee
The Blowjob Manifesto pt 1
Never has another act of sexual expression caused me so much grief.
From the man who kept screwing around on his wife because the head was supposedly so good... to the man who refuses to acknowledge my carnal needs because I've withheld blowjob privileges from him....and everyone in between.
The blowjob is power. He wants it, and he can't do it himself. It's one of women's optimum manipulatory tools. If you want him to take you out for a nice evening on the town, chances are you'll get it if you properly allude to the possibility of a nice hummer at the end of the night.
One can also be more blunt, to quote a friend of mine "I'll give you the best head of your life if you just find it for me!" What she was looking for is none of your business, but you can trust me that it was worth having a mouth full of cock for 10 minutes.
I think a major problem is that, for some, the blowjob has become an expected aspect of most any sexual encounter. A blowjob is "just a blowjob" whereas sex is a big deal.
Bear in mind that this is my opinion. I happen to believe that a blowjob is a bigger deal than sex. It takes more work for the one performing the act, it's more intrusive and labour intensive than sex. There's a vulnerability and the acceptance of involved in performing fellatio. Nodoby has ever choked and died from getting ass fucked. comprende, senor? It's just plain intimate. (I also think that kissing is more intimate than sex. It takes little emotion to bend over and take it, but to kiss someone you have to face them... you can taste them.) I can only speak for myself here but there are some hoops you need to jump through before you can put yer dick in my mouth. (Aside from the odd drunken one-night-stand. Drunk Raw Knee is pretty skanky)
Hoop #1: Trust. You have to build up at least a little trust with me
Hoop #2: Make me feel special. Blowjobs feel REALLY good. I know this, and I'm not gonna make you feel good 'till you make me feel good. Whether it's emotional or physical, you have to prove that you're worth it.
Hoop#3: Don't ask for it and don't try to force it. Begging is okay, but only when I've told you to beg.
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