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Hug the Shit Outta Me..

100 Orgasms a Day?

A NURSE is plagued by a medical condition that gives her up to 100 orgasms A DAY.

Kim Ramsey, 44, feels constantly aroused and the slightest movement can trigger a climax.

Trains, driving and even housework start the reaction. But unlike women who yearn for the “Yes, yes!” experience, Kim just thinks “Oh no!”

The orgasms leave her in pain, exhausted and unable to have a normal relationship. She said: “Other women wonder how to have an orgasm — I wonder how to stop mine.”

Kim was diagnosed with incurable Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder. Doctors blame spinal cysts caused when she fell down stairs ten years ago.

Kim, from Hitchin, Herts, but now living in Montclair, New Jersey, US, first had problems after sex with a new boyfriend in 2008.

She said: “I had constant orgasms for four days. I thought I was going mad. It also happened with a new partner and I even tried sitting on frozen peas."

Side opinion by Dr PAM SPURR, Relationship expert:

PEOPLE might joke but this condition is no laughing matter for sufferers. They find it difficult to talk about the problem, fearing people will laugh or think they are a sex maniac. Plunging self-esteem can result in body language saying: Don’t approach me. A perfect partner who would listen and understand might be put off.

I don't even know what to say. I didn't even know such a thing is possible...

Even her perfume bottles wear wigs..

It's cute though..

Nicki Minaj Perfume..

Raped, Impregnanted, Then Sued For Custody..

Shauna R. Prewitt, a lawyer in Chicago, has an absolutely terrible and horrifying story to tell. When she was 21 years of age, she was raped. Contrary to the belief of some conservatives, this rape conceived a child. Shauna Prewitt, like a surprising thirty percent of women who conceive by rape, decided to keep the child.

And she was sued for custody by the rapist. In an article published today by CNN, she talks about the despicable lack of justice that led to this, “It would not be long before I would learn firsthand that in the most of states — 31 — men who father through rape are able to assert the same custody and visitation rights to their children that other fathers enjoy. When no law prohibits a rapist from exercising these rights, a woman may feel forced to bargain away her legal rights to a criminal trial in exchange for the rapist dropping the bid to have access to her child.” Her story is painful to read, but absolutely riveting:

While a student in my final year of college, at age 21, I was raped. I have dissected that moment — the horrifying moment that I became a “victim” — from every possible angle. I have poked and prodded, examined and re-examined. Regrettably, I have even suspected myself in a desperate, ultimately futile attempt to understand how I became a victim. But blaming myself was neither my idea nor my first inclination. I thought such 17th-century notions were long dead. I was wrong. People who did not even know me were quick to comment or speculate on my rape. What were you wearing? Did you scream loudly? Did this occur in public?

          Nine months after my rape, I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. You could say she was 
          conceived in rape, she was. But she is also so much more than her beginnings. I blissfully
          believed that after I had finally decided to give birth to and to raise my daughter, life would 
          be all roses and endless days at the playground. I was wrong again. 

Shauna also addresses Todd Akin’s recent hateful and ignorant remarks, saying, “Rep. Todd Akin’s recent comments that ‘legitimate rape’ rarely results in pregnancy not only flout scientific fact but, for me, cut deeper. Akin has de-legitimized my rape.”

She goes on later to explain:

Having fought this injustice for the past several years, I have come to believe that ignorance is to blame for this legal absence. Opponents argue no woman would ever choose to raise the child she conceived through rape. The only two studies to analyze the choices made by pregnant raped women indicate otherwise – at least 30% of women who conceive by rape make this choice.

Others argue that no rapist would ever seek parental rights. Not only does my experience and that of others I know prove otherwise, but it is not surprising that a man who cruelly degrades a woman would also seek to torture her in an even more agonizing way, by seeking access to her child.

A link to “Giving Birth to a ‘Rapist’s Child’: A Discussion and Analysis of the Limited Legal Protections Afforded to Women Who Become Mothers Through Rape,” is a paper Shauna Prewitt wrote for the Georgetown Law Journal.


Excuse me while I go vomit. I wish they would post the name of the father. I have some backup hate mail that needs sending. This is an OUTRAGE!! These laws are atrocious and ridiculous. The misogyny is blatantly obvious, and the only way he should be allowed to see his daughter (if ever) is AFTER his castration. What man really thinks that a mother would willingly allow her child to spend time with a rapist? Especially one that raped HER?! He's got to be fucking kidding. What could he teach a little girl? What makes him think he's even worthy of feminine energy after what he did? Is he even considering how the little girl would feel being around him knowing he raped her mother? Of course not. Men don't think like that. This, like the rape itself, proves that not only is he dangerous, but dangerously selfish - a HORRIBLE COMBINATION. And to give that legal rights? Somebody please say this is a dream. We  applaud Shauna's decision to keep the life growing inside her, despite the traumatic way it got there. That takes extreme courage and love. May she and her daughter have a wonderful life, WITHOUT the rapist. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go sharpen my knives..


http://edition.cnn.com/2012/08/22/opinion/prewitt-rapist-visitation-rights/index.html?hpt=hp_t2

Albright is All Right..

Not Made by Mattel..

The Snake That Looks EXACTLY Like A Penis..

Now here's a snake I would play with..


The unique creature, atretochoana eiselti, was found after engineers drained a hydroelectric dam which spans a river connected to the Amazon. Biologists discovered six of the unusual-looking creatures - each about a metre long - at the bottom of the river-bed on the Madeira river in Rondonia, in Brazil.

Atretochoana eiselti is blind and has been spotted near the mouth of the Amazon river, in warm and fast-flowing water. The creatures were discovered in November, however it took until today for scientists to correctly classify the snake's genus - confirming it is a rare creature which has only been spotted sporadically since first spotted in 1968.

 It is actually more closely related to salamanders and frogs, but appearance-wise looks more like a snake. Biologist Julian Tupan, who works for Santo Antonio Energy - the company which constructed the dam - said: 'Of the six we collected, one died, three were released back into the wild and another two were kept for studies. 'Despite looking like snakes, they aren’t reptiles and are more closely related to salamanders and frogs.

Mr Tupan added: 'We think the animal breathes through its skin, and probably feeds on small fish and worms, but there is still nothing proven. 'The Amazon is a box of surprises when it comes to reptiles and amphibians. There are still much more to be discovered.'

Just goes to show ya. The universe has the most awesome sense of humor of all..

GoodBye Phyllis - Woman Pioneer in Comedy

Phyllis Diller was a kick ass comedienne who began comedy in her 40s. She was uncensored, brash and funny as hell. She was a housewife who wanted more out of life. One of her most famous lines was, "I became a stand-up comedienne because I had a sit-down husband."  In the 1950s when her comedy career began, moves like this were virtually unheard of.

Still, her desire to be more and to share her comedic gift won out, and she became a comedy legend. She penned a biography called Like a Lampshade in a Whorehouse.

She demanded and earned the respect of her male peers, and carved out her place amongst the best.

Bravo Phyllis. Women everywhere thank you for being an incredible woman, and a credit to sisterhood.

Goodbye Ms. Diller.

Thanks for the laughs.

Some of our favorite Phyllis Diller Quotes..

• I once wore a peekaboo blouse. People would peek and then they'd boo.
• I never made `Who's Who,' but I'm featured in `What's That?'
• When I told Fang I was going to have my face lifted, he said, `Who'd steal it?'
• You know you're old when your walker has an airbag.
• I was the world's ugliest baby. When I was born, the doctor slapped everybody.
• My vanity table is a Black & Decker workbench.
• The only thing domestic about me is I was born in this country.
• They say housework can't kill you, but why take the chance?
• I have so many liver spots, I ought to come with a side of onions.
• Think of me as a sex symbol for men who just don't give a damn.
• The best contraceptive for old people is nudity.

Phyllis Diller

July 17, 1917 – August 20, 2012

Madame...Remember Her?

WTS likes our women raunchy, even if they're puppets. The late great Madame was definitely that. She was known for being quick witted and sharp tongued with quotes like

“Wayland is no ventriloquist and I’m no fucking dummy.”

"Everything gives you cancer these days, doesn't it?  I mean, every time a f*ckin' rat dies in a laboratory we lose somethin' else good to eat!"

Madame's very first incarnation was for a dirty puppet play called Kumquats. She played a foul mouthed Mother Goose character that would introduce the other stories. One of the bits was a singing vagina puppet would sing Hello Dolly.  Madame would chime in with "Is that cunt still singin'?"

Wayland Flowers created Madame in the mid-1960s. He made sure she was always decked in fabulous evening wear and "summer diamonds" ("Some are diamonds; some are not").

The TV appearances that made Madame's most famous were her long run on the game show Hollywood Squares, and a 4 year spot on Solid Gold. In 1982, she was the first puppet to get a sitcom. Madame's Place only lasted a year. A child-acting Corey Feldman had a starring role.


Madame ceased to be when Wayland died in 1988 of AIDS-related cancer. She is currently on display in the permanent collection at the Center for Puppetry Arts in Atlanta.

Although foul-mouthed, vulgar and down-right dirty, Madame was always a lady. She would curse you out, talk shit like a sailor and let you know how the cow ate the cabbage, all while keeping her cool and couth.


We leave you with her first and only movie appearance in Redd Foxx's 'Norman Is That You?'





Sources:
http://www.findadeath.com/Deceased/F/Wayland_Flowers_and_Madame/wayland_flowers.htm
http://backinthegays.com/wayland-flowers-madames-puppetmaster-1984/,
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayland_Flowers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=---tyXiY1fE

TOPFREE: A New Move In the Womens' Movement

There's a new sheriff in town. Or rather, a new movement. T.I.T.S., an acronym for 'Topfree In The Square.'  Based in NYC's Union Square, these women who bare their breasts in public are not ashamed or concerned with what anyone has to say.

By baring their breasts, they're baring themselves.

A wonderful and revolutionary woman, and my blog sister Helese Talks  explains just what this movement is, and why it's important. Here are a few excerpts from her blog:

I’m not trying to prove anything, only share my experiences with my new movement, a movement of one, (or should I say three: me and my two breasts.) T.I.T.S. is an acronym for Topfree in the Square, and beginning a few weeks ago I have been going topfree, on random days, in Union Square.

One of my purposes for the movement is to bring up a few points: I think it says a lot about our society and culture when we:

1) Shun the sight of the human body in its natural form

2) Allow our children to view violence but we are afraid to be naked in front of them

3) Spend more time trying make a woman put her shirt back on rather than helping people who truly need help

4) Are openly sexist, and have no problem with a man baring his chest, when the breasts of a woman are nurturing and generally fare better when they are not strapped down, pushed up and out or otherwise covered where the skin can’t breathe and the lymph isn’t free to move around...

While sitting in the Square (Union Square, New York City) yesterday, two young girls who could have been anywhere from ages 14 to 19 came up to me while I was topfree, working on my laptop. They were shy, trendily dressed, beautiful, and they asked me “Um, why are you like… that?” I calmly answered, “It’s my right.” They slowly came to understand, but that answer gave them pause.

“It’s legal; anywhere a man can be topfree a woman can be, in New York City.” (This law is People vs. Santorelli, if you’re curious.)

I believe that personal liberation comes from living your life like you were the first one to ever do it.  I am extremely proud and honored to be a part of this much larger movement of women’s liberation, human sexuality, and sexual politics.

We're proud of you sis. Although not my personal preference, I respect the rights of other women to do this. We applaud your bravery, your determination, and your commitment to bring about positive change in the lives of others. Kudos to you!! Truly the type of woman WTS likes to feature.


Although along the same lines, I doubt this woman was trying to make a political statement. I imagine it still took courage though. That, and a touch of crazy. Handle it lady.. 

Linkage: http://helesetalks.wordpress.com/2012/08/09/topfreedom-the-right-to-bare-breasts/


So uh..anyone reading this if you feel so inclined just for the sake of it..


Show me your tits :P

You gotta eat ME, if ya wanna eat at all..

Like, Omigod okay?

His dick is so small, it should be named..


And put in the box with the other crayons.

Fucking, FIN.

When Should You Get It DONE??

Rose McGowan Throwback: Wearing An Invisible Dress

The 1998 VMA's Red Carpet.

Rose McGowan and her then boyfriend Marilyn Manson. Standing next to her in this dress, he was Marilyn Who?

Ah this woman. The courage it must've taken to wear such an outfit. Although on its way, the music industry hadn't quite whored out women totally yet, so this outfit was still pretty shocking.

This dress was so revealing. It didn't just show her ass, it showed her guts.

We like that 'round these parts. Brave women are what we're all about.

Who out there has the courage to wear this dress at a Nationally Televised AWARD SHOW??!

Go Rose!

And, SORRY AMBER. Not even close hun..

The First Androgynous Fashion Line for Women

I like dressing feminine. I have my tomboy moments yes, but they're always laced with some type of "lady-like." I've been known to wear bow ties and prefer sneakers over high-heels, but you can always tell I'm a woman. Actually, I prefer sneakers over any type of shoe, lol.

Sisters A & Vee are a bit different when it comes to dressing style. They prefer a more 'manly' look, and in doing so, have created the  first menswear inspired androgynous line of clothing for women.

That's a mouthful.

Ladies, would you wear these clothes? Women are nowadays doing the work of men. I guess some are now preferring to dress like them. 

What say you on the matter?

And why did this designing duo decide to do this Girl-Meets-Boy-Meets-Girl-Meets-Boy wear?

Here's their story..

Why we started androgynous?

Instead of making compromises and trying to fit into society, we should embrace who we are and stay true to ourselves. Most people change to fit the mold the world has created because they fear rejection. But there are those brave and courageous souls that remain true to themselves. And they have been looking for a place that sells clothes that suit their personality for too long, to no avail.

As far back as I can remember, there was never a time when I was into women’s clothing. The button-down shirts just have too many “stuff” I couldn’t find purpose for. They’re tight and wraps around my body like I’m out to show my curves and to accentuate my breasts and hips…it’s like “LOOK! I HAVE BREASTS AND HIPS!”

But my biggest frustration of all – those two lines in the front of the shirt and the "cleavage” cut. And pockets that are not actual pockets.

I went on a search for men’s clothes that would fit my body..

My search led me to a few websites that catered to tomboyish women. The only problem was that these sites all consisted of T-shirts, which I could find anywhere. I wanted button-down shirts, jackets and dress pants. I wanted the clothes from the men’s runway show. 

 

On many occasions after I’ve exhausted my efforts at the women’s department, I would “drift” into the men’s and try to make it seem like I was just passing by. If I didn’t spot anything, I would then “drift” into the boy’s department and try my best not to look weird though I was very self-conscious.



Years passed and finally one day, it just clicked. Why don’t Vee and I just start a clothing line for androgynous people? Somewhere out there in the world, there must be people like me who spend days thinking of how they can take their wardrobe and magically turn it into something like high end menswear.

Vee and I spent many months searching for inspirations. We studied men’s fashion from the last 900 years. What I discovered was that fashion, particularly style, changes VERY slowly. My guess is that people conform to society’s views of what’s “normal” without questioning.

The designs we've come up with are not formfitting, don't taper at the waist and hips, and there no darts where the chest is. Simply elegant, classy, clean-cut menswear made to fit women.

We believe that a little weirdness, and a little “craziness” can cause big changes. And we believe that something as trivial as the clothes you choose to wear can change the way society thinks about what’s “normal”…especially what society thinks about what’s right or wrong.

Everybody's got their something. I'm sure there's a market for yours. A & Vee we applaud your revolutionary. Dress like a man all you want, but on behalf of women everywhere, please don't act like one. The biggest joy of being a woman, is BEING a woman. Good luck and congrats!

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/androgynous/androgynous-fashion-without-lines?ref=card

http://www.androgynousfashion.com/

Brazilian Wax From Hell..

Now, I'm a waxee from way back. Triangles, heart shapes, landing strips, lightning bolts-you name it- I've been there done that in the world of pubic manicures. Russians, Koreans, Chinese, I've had waxes from all the groups in the biz. I personally prefer Russian facilities, because they're typically of a higher tier. Unfortunately, I've found that they also typically tend to be more um.. racially particular if you get my drift. I don't care though. Just rip my hair out then I'M out.

With my latest Brazilian wax, I have some good news and some bad news.

The bad news is I had the most painful wax I've ever had in the history of my life the other day.

The good news is it didn't take very long before I could sit again. :-/

What should have been this:

 

Was more like this:

I walked into the room, anxious but ready. Brazilian waxes are never a cake walk, but I've never needed a shot of tequila afterwards. I get undressed, freezing cold floor beneath my feet (every thing's freezing cold when you have on no shoes, socks or panties). I lie down, and stare at the bright florescent lights in the ceiling. I imagined faces out of shapes in the walls. I listened to the sound of waves they had playing. I tried to use anything as a distraction from the pain I knew was coming. The waxer knocked on the door to see if I was ready, then walked in swiftly like an executioner.

My gut told me I was in for something. This lady was about to Tear. Me. UP! I thought about leaving but I came to my senses. I was there already and undressed. I mean, my undies were folded neatly in a chair, what was the matter with me? The clock was ticking for my Caribbean vacation. I didn't have time for wimping out. No time to go elsewhere. No time for anything but getting my wax and getting on home to finish packing. Besides, I'd been there before. Not with HER but the other lady I used to go to did a pretty good job. What the heck, right?

WRONG.

She came over to the table. While she surveyed my "area.."

I bit my nails.

"Joo haf toof hair," she said, Russian accent spilling. I thought to myself, "Hell yeah I have tough hair. I'ma tough chick, heh heh.."

WRONG.

What she was really doing was warning me.

I was completely unprepared for her methods of trying to win the battle against my "toof hair." What made the waxing extra painful was not the actual wax, but that she kept applying it on the SAME FUCKING SPOT.

"I must geet roots," she kept telling me. Every time she pulled some hair off she would show me, "Joo see? Joo see ROOT?"

Yes bitch, I see root. The question is,

"DO JOO SEE SKEEN?"

I lay there in agony, trying to remember to breathe, count to 10, memories of riding my bike at 7, ANYTHING to get my mind off the pain. I was convinced she had pulled off flesh. I finally got up. I told her to just stop, and whatever hair she didn't get was coming home with me. She looked perplexed because although I was in hell, I didn't make a peep. I didn't scream out in pain. I took it like a man. A Brazilian one. :)

My perty lil bulb of poom poom developed various red spots. I'm pretty sure they spelled out "OUCH!" Needless to say I won't be back there. From now on, I'll quit being cheap and spend the extra 10-15 bucks on sugaring. I cannot go through that pain again. At the end of the day, I did get the look I wanted which was..

But if i hadn't told her to stop, could've been this:

And last, I'll say it could've been so much worse. As sensitive as labia are, it would've been more painful if they were testicles..

 

I feel for any guys who get waxed. I know my 'ouch' can't begin to compare to yours..

Now back to the Olympics..