Tuesday, August 19, 2008

my new home.

dear friends,

tonight, i moved femme FATale over to wordpress for the sole reason of having the option of a little privacy if and when it's needed. you can now find me at http://hussyred.wordpress.com

please visit me over there from now on and update your links and readers or feeds as needed.

i've got plenty to say about the femme conference and plan on doing a series of posts about it. i'm also putting together a how-to post for pastie making that will run as a part of the new femmes guide to the universe blog! the only difference is that i'm going to do this all over at my new wordpress home.

please come along.

hussy red.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

femme conference & moving?

well, thursday it's off to the femme conference in chicago! this week has been so busy preparing - there are *twelve* of us from the femme mafia twin cities roadtripping together, not to mention another member meeting us in chicago, as well as a handsome out-of-state friend i met at an academic conference a few months ago. full reports when i get back! i'll have access to a comp, but i'm guessing not much time to do on-site blogging. we'll see!

also, i'm thinking of making the move of femme FATale over to wordpress. while blogger suits me relatively fine, i like the option of being able to keep posts private and only accessible via password. i thought this was some fancy html magic you were all using, but it turns out that it's just another awesome wordpress feature! my readership has been increasing more and more and with it comes the possibility of people stumbling on here that needn't read certain things, things i want to keep to a select audience, etcetera, thus the switch. i'll have more info about the move as it happens, but i'm guessing over the next few weeks?

for now though, off to chi-town!


Monday, August 11, 2008

our wait is over.

the brilliant kids of the good asian drivers tour have put together a parody to the obnoxious hot mess that is katy perry's chart-topping single, "i kissed a girl." big love to them for being so clever and making the video we all actually wanted to see in the first place. also, it's chock full of total hotness. ch-ch-check it out!

Thursday, August 7, 2008

the plural of haiku is ... haiku.

haiku about strap-ons. because they're fun, it's friday, and why not?

you: new to strap-ons
me: so not interested
bruised cervix? no thanks!

jersey femmes bring it
lipstick perfect, hair teased right,
nails that match your dick.

harness in your drawer:
two-strap, white leather, studded
makes this girl say "ohh!"


prompted by sinclair...

1. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that the reason I still seem so not over her is not because she was that incredible, but because I'm bored with the other options.

2. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that I voluntarily participate in aggravating relationships because I value the really good sex that has been a part of them...and I worry what that says about me.

3. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that I'm most likely not going to make it as a professor once I finish my Ph.D.

4. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that I really did kind of feel it when I met them those two brief days and told my friends I'd met my future husband...even if that's completely ridiculous.

5. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that I think I'm kind of a catch...despite the occasional self-deprecation.

6. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that sometimes I'm a judgmental bitch and that's not always ok.

7. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that my greatest fear is not making an impact.

8. If I was being really honest with myself, I would admit that I don't think I always mean it when I say "I love you," but I'm working on it.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

barely with words.

with your lips to my ear and your fingers on my skin, you deftly trace across my body the lines and boundaries you have drawn for your own. "like this..." you say and with your mouth crushed against my cheek, your palm cups the side of my neck, slowly but decisively making its way past the top of my chest to the space between my breasts. your hand rests here, avoiding the flesh that surrounds it, flesh that you usually cannot resist to feel with hands and mouth. but tonight is not about this. tonight, with touches applied to my skin so that i might begin to understand your own, you teach me what "stone" means to you.

channeling the steady hands of a master cartographer, your fingertips pull channels down my abdomen, flowing free and unchecked against the soft roll and lower expanse of my belly. with palms wide and flat across my sides, you work harder, rougher, to push aside my ripples of curve so that the depth, the marrow of my bones, will remember the contrast in touches the sharp angles of your own hips demand, will retain the memory of distinction between my body and yours. when your hands reach my thighs and then skid along the tops of their inner slopes, you fall still. and with a deep breath settled in your lungs, you draft for me with the mere tip of one index finger the minefield of this place.

tomorrow, with you asleep next to me, i let my eyes follow the shape of a body recreated under the tightly wound ropes of sheet rolled over and passed over one hundred times in the night before we both stopped long enough to catch our breaths.

Friday, August 1, 2008

in one word.

stolen from leo maccool at butch girlcat.

1. Where is your cell phone? piano
2. Your significant other? nix
3. Your hair? cherry
4. Your mother? heart
5. Your father? morose
6. Your favorite time of day? dusk
7. Your dream last night? disappointing
8. Your favorite drink? tea
9. Your dream goal? calm
10. The room you’re in? warm
11. Your ex? unsatisfied
12. Your fear? letdown
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? stronger
14. What you are not? regretful
15. Your Favorite meal? spaghetti
16. One of your wish list items? fishnets
17. The last thing you did? counseled
18. Where you grew up? n-e-wjerz
19. What are you wearing? boyshorts
20. Your TV is? sleeping
21. Your pets? lovepig
22. Your computer? bed
23. Your life? stressful
24. Your mood? ornery
25. Missing someone? always
26. Your car? pig
27. Something you’re not wearing? socks
28. Favorite store? evans
29. Your summer? solace
30. Your favorite color? fuschia
31. When is the last time you laughed? today
32. When is the last time you cried? monday
33. Your health? good
34. Your children? nay
35. Your future? promising
36. Your beliefs? changing
37. Young or old? both
38. Your image? charming
39. Your appearance? flirty
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? depends

my own addition:
41. Song for right now?

happy friday, y'all. xo.