Going Braless, Yes!

As long as I’m meat, men will define the boundaries of my identity and sexuality. I choose bralessness in a variety of circumstances.

As a teacher, my job is to empower people. I choose to wear a bra at work because the stress of not doing so is not worth the hassle.

But it turns out, Kaitlyn is braver than me!

Burn your bras, sistas!

And frankly, I’d like to punch in the throat any male colleague who cannot contend with a braless student in class. Complete and utter bullshit!

This is the shirt Kaitlyn was wearing when she was sent to the office.

When I left the office, I was so upset that I posted a picture of what I was wearing on Facebook, telling everyone, ‘If any of you are curious, this is the shirt I was wearing when I was called out.’ I most definitely wasn’t wearing anything against the dress code.” 

braless

via Facebook / Kaitlyn Juvik

Principal Steve Thennis said he won’t check someone’s undergarments but does ask they dress appropriately…

…“and if we feel it is inappropriate, male or female, we are going to ask them to cover up.” 

It’s Easy Being Green, and Slutty, In Vancouver

greeeeeeeen!I was a hipster the other night, wandering Main Street with friends, when we get distracted by this “fuck me hard while I wear this revealing corset” shop on 16th.

I enjoy being slutty while trying to reclaim the word slut from those who want to shame me and my sisters and slutty brothers from enjoying doses of wild and usually inappropriate sex.

I want to head back to this shop and buy this dress and cram my ass into it and wear it with the straps constantly falling.

I want to wear it, commando, to dance at a club while loaded on fruity rum drinks. And I want my people to fondle my dress while I’m dancing. I want them to rub my ass and tits and cunt through it. I want them to reach down the top to go after a nipple periodically.

I want to go into the bathroom so one of my girls can feel me up in it while others watch how creamy I get, in part just cuz I’m in the dress. My new orgasm dress.

Then I want to go home with my friends, after meeting at least one new person [usually it’s a girl] to add to our group. At least for just the night.

And I want at least 3 people to fondle me in it.

And I want one person to suck my clit while someone else’s fingers are creaming me up.

And I want those at least 3 people to peel this dress off me and each of them, fuck me. However they wish.

And I want to sleep beside this dress. And put it on the next morning and walk around the house in it, eating breakfast and berries. And then I want a boy to lie me down on the bed, push the dress up and fuck me while I daydream of lying on a beach in south Asia looking out into the ocean at all those tall rock islands with tropical vegetation all over the top.

I want this dress to smell like my cream, other people’s cum and all my sweat and other people’s lipstick.

Then if it’s a drizzly day, I’m going to drape it over the rose bush on the balcony to freshen it up.

Then that night I will wear it to Sandbar just before the dinner rush and sit at the bar drinking rum and root beer, with my Kindle, reading and enjoying people looking at me and wanting to fuck me. I will not let any boys take me home to fuck me, but any girl who wants to try on my dress is welcome!

Then, as they say, later rinse repeat.

I fucking LOVE this dress!

Why I’m Only a Bit of a Prostitute

Prostitution. I’m in favour. To not be is to be a hypocrite. But with limits.

Last weekend i spent a wonderful time in Kelowna. At the Delta. A big ass expensive hotel, with nice sheets. But sadly, not a view of the lake. For me anyway.

Technically, I was a prostitute. I was driven in the fellow’s car, had my meals and the room paid for [tho his business covered the room], enjoyed the gifts of lingerie and a summer dress, and got fucked a number of times in exchange.

I returned home with no $100 in my purse or anything tho. So technically… 🙂

But beyond technicalities, I hooked.

The guy was no stranger. He is the separated husband of a woman who taught at my school until last year. She was hard core in the micromanaging, cold fish, control freak way. She didn’t “get” students. And their need to not work 100% of their lives. They had been together for about 9 years. Married for  5. He got over her intensity and dumped her.

He works in branding/marketing. Two things I REALLY don’t like, but I like his body. And he’s really funny.

Over the weekend, I learned his soon-to-be ex was an intense fucker. Intense like at school. Liked to suck him till he came, then get him hard again and make him work her until she came. Sometimes more than once.

So I did a bit of that. He enjoyed parts of the weekend doing the exact same stuff he did with her, but with the difference being me and my body and my style. Same process, different content he called it. These marketing people, eh! 🙂

But my highlights were my times to explore what of him i’d always found attractive.

I wore no bra in the car and took off my panties on the highway. Did some rubbing in the car, of me, not him. My breasts and my clit.

And when we checked in i walked into the bathroom, into the shower, turned it on and wet me and my dress all up. And he fucked me all wet on the bed. That started the weekend well.

We got some room service and drank a bit, then he went out to the casino with some clients/marks.

Around 1130pm he phones me and asks if it’s ok to have some boys over to the room. I say sure. Committed to not fucking all 3 of them. And I didn’t, but I know that was a thing in his mind to see if it would end up there. Saucy man.

We all had drinks. They were generally polite, asking what I did, etc., but not so much about how me and “John” met. I guessed he told them, but I don’t think they know much about his marital past. New clients, or newish.

And then they left and I stripped and tied up John and gratified myself beside him on the bed while seeing if he’d cum. Nope. Good boy. Then I ordered pizza.

And while I opened the door only enough to bring in the pizza, John wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t fling the door wide open for delivery boy to see. Cue the porn music. I don’t know why he was worried. Maybe because that’s what I said I’d do with the door.

Bitch?

Bitch.

Whore, too.

Saturday, John’s is in conference/meeting/sales/branding/inspiration mode. I miss him all day. Sniff. I got shopping with his two . There are only 7,000 stores on Harvey. And one thing I love about the OK is that wearing a bikini around town, in the Subway, in the mall, is a uniform for some and not a problem for anyone [outwardly anyways].

And when I was in Sweet Dreams there were 3 girls [and by girls I mean 18-20] trying on things. One ended up quite high maintenance because each of the 3 of them and the staff sweetie all had different opinions about her “real” bra size. Clearly she had never had a proper fitting before. But after 19 million opinions she got some truth. 38C not 36D. That was fun to watch. But in the end she had to come to terms with not self-identifying as a D.

After the fitting and more hijinks and tryings-on, I mentioned to her in the corner how I’m a B. And while it’s not size that matters, it IS what you do with it. And I went into my stall and tightened up my bra one clasp and came back out and said that this difference makes a dull evening at the bar quite unpredictable. Then I went back in and loosened it to one clasp too loose and came back out and said, same for this. in a different way. It’s all about how you introduce your breasts to the world. And then I said I’d still fuck a penis regardless of which way it curves. FTW.

Anyway, I came away from there with this:

It’s a nice piece. Feels smooth. So picture this without the discrete bra and panty underneath it and that’s what i wore the rest of the weekend when we were in the room. Lots of access. And it got good and creamy.

Spent some time in the pool and sauna, got a bit frisky with myself in the sauna. That was nice. Then around 430pm John comes back to the room and I model my outfit for him. I ensure some time demonstrating the sheerness with which to see my nipples. And how I can untie the top to pull out a boob for him and rub a recently released cock head on it. And how I can lie back on the bed and push the skirt down to cover my cunt but not hide its terrain. And how I can sit on the back of the couch with one foot up there too showing how such a little skirt allows his cock to rub along my lips while I rub his balls. And how I can hold his phone and take a short video of his cock rubbing my sticky lips [not inside my cunt, mind you, because that would be fornication] and how for all day he hasn’t been able to fuck me that as i pull off the shoulder of my top and push his fingers onto my nipple, that he can cum on the outside my cunt and cream the skirt.

Then we dress for dinner, coMMANdo! With me in a navy sheer top over a cream cami and yoga skirt.

We came back to the room and slipped into the tub for a http://www.soapymassage.com. Me likey.

For breakfast, I sat on his face and he ate my cunt. Then I wouldn’t fuck him. Just kept saying no until it got so late we wouldn’t have enough time to get down to the restaurant to eat before his session. Cutting it close, I made him fuck me fast so we’d still be able to rush downstairs. But I took the poke up against the window with my yoga skirt up in the back, wondering how many people out there were drifting off to find a good local church. No one looked up and stared, though a few did glance up. They weren’t obvious though if their looks lingered.

After a quick tidy up we breakfasted and I swam and we checked out cruised a few girlclothes shops until I found a great summer dress with which to drive home in, coMMando! Of course.

He dropped me off and I felt nothing like a prostitute. I felt like a girl on more than a one night stand. It lasted 3 days, but it was much like a one night stand, which is usually not prostitution. Sure I got food, clothes, travel, rooms, uninterrupted naps, etc. but when i go out on dates, the fellow [only if he’s new] pays for dinner and a movie/play/cover and usually drives. And buys me liquor. And I either fuck him or i don’t.

Prostitutes have sex for money.

What’s the difference?

6 Reasons to Have Casual Sex? Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes

6 Reasons to Have Casual Sex | Sex & Relationships | AlterNet.

ok, so i’m down for all 6.

1. Asserting your desires can create a tremendous sense of power.

Yes.

2. It might help you transcend your inhibitions.

“This is the very target at which critics aim their arrows—how can women enjoy sex without an emotional connection?!—but this lack of investment can be freeing. It’s the same relative anonymity that causes some people to blurt out their deepest secrets to their hairdresser or a taxi driver.”

yes, or the girl in the coffee shop in montreal. then you start dating. then you drag her back to vancouver with you and put her pix at the top of your blog! 🙂

so true!

3. You’ll learn more about your sexuality

um, fuck yeah.

4. You might learn about yourself emotionally

“The fear and propaganda around one-night stands isn’t just sexist, it’s illogical. Bad long-term relationships involving miscommunication, unmet expectations, and lies are just as likely to damage participants as any sexual disappointment on a short-term scale.”

this is why i gleefully call myself a whore. to defuse the judgement that i get as a loose woman, when men are admired for the same behaviour.

5. You might be a better partner in a committed sexual relationship

“If you’ve experienced sex as a vehicle for relatively emotionally uncomplicated pleasure, you may even be less likely to go along with sex you don’t want, or to seize upon sex as a tool for manipulation.”

life’s short. try it once, if you don’t like it, move on. ok, maybe try it twice with a second partner. 🙂

“Another recent study, one conducted on 1,311 Minnesotans between the ages of 18 and 24, found that there was no correlation between emotional or mental distress and casual sex.”

liberation!

6. You’ll learn more about sex

liberation, some more.

jury’s in. get on it.

and to celebrate, the next cute chick i see in a coffee shop, sorry not starbucks tho, i’m going to flip my hair, bat my eye lashes and lean in close to see if she’d like to fuck me.

who will join me on this grand quest!?

MILFs and DILFs

ok, i just woke up and can’t get this outta my head.

perhaps the morning will bless me with clarity.

MILFs are hot and popular. it’s fun for young boys to dream of fucking their friends’ moms. is it socially acceptable to do it because usually it’s the middle aged dad who dumps the family and marries his 22 year old secretary, so MILFing is evening it up?

but what of DILFs?

are there DILFS that are any different from that balding, paunched Corvette buying douchebag?

can a 16 year old girl fuck the 39 year old dad of her class mate and it be ok?

it seems like no.

it seems like a power imbalance or a violation or a rape, of a kind.

but then is it ok if it’s a MILF and a 16 year old boy?

it seems more ok. maybe it’s still a power violation, but it’s culturally popular.

all else being equal tho, and if it’s not a rape/violation, is it the case that because DILFs and teen girls is less socially acceptable, girls are being discriminated against because it’s not cool to fuck their friends’ dads?

put another way, is MILFs as a thing, another way to disempower girls [not older women, mind you]?

what dyou say?

Porn for Women. Yummy.

The basic sex tip is simple. Porn is [can be] good. Now, I’m biased because I’ve skated through porn circles and approve of lots that I have seen and not so much of some things.

And while I’m far from a hardcore capitalist, I think the porn industry can improve if women are more critical as consumers. Here’s something cool I read. I may even read this book. OK, skim it. 🙂

To quote Erika Lust – “We want sexually explicit images, but we want to call the shots when it comes to how they are made.” She also says, “We want films that are made for adult women, films that show us real women, films that tell us about our sexuality. We don’t want to be portrayed as passive objects or victims but as active subjects giving and receiving pleasure. We want to see other women enjoying themselves.”

– From http://lovecoachjourney.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/adult-movies-designed-to-appeal-to-women/

My bf is not big into cocks. Porn for men is about the cumshot. He likes it because he puts himself in the place of the pornstar.

THAT’S WHAT I FUCKING WANT TOO!

Get it, porn industry?

This is the kind of thing I want more of! So don’t make me do it for myself. I will and I will enjoy it, but I will also pay for it.

In touch,

Holly

Kinda Teacher, Kinda Pornstar

it’s been months since i’ve updated anyone in here about the beings of this human. so here goes! hold onto your socks and dildos!

teacher training is harrrrrrrrrrrrd. more work than anything in my BA. more rewarding too tho. also more of a challenge to what i think school ought to be about compared to the big old imagination-killing factory it seems for many…even for elementary students. poor kids. but some of them thrive, those that don’t fit in!

the biggest challenge is how many special needs kids there are all over the classes and how little support the teachers have, wiht an aid in here now and then at best. scary shit. even kids with mild autism. i wonder if i’ll ever really be adequately trained to deal with them all!

finished my BA last spring and came back to vancouver. said goodbye to my boytoy-at-school and left him with his new gf/toy. they’re still together. i’m skyping a few times a week with my old housemates. sniff.

brought home my whore of a teenage gf diane. got a nice homelife going with me and her and buddy. by the end of summer she hooked up nicely in vancouver’s porn scene. did 3 scenes in the last 2 months. avoids the coke [good girl], takes the E and pot thank you very much and is doing ok. best scene so far: her 2nd, spread eagle against the window in a 6th floor Hyatt hotel room at dusk.

and i did my porn debut, kinda indirectly. the sound guy on her last film does his own amateur porns. he filmed me tied on our couch, blindfolded, with diane biting my nipples. for like 5-6 minutes. the shot was real zoomed in on my breasts, with the camera moving around a bit to see my belly, my chin, my arms, hints at my pussy [where she had her fingers, good girl again!].

then he played the clip in a loop on a tv beside the bed where he filmed the “real” porn with diane and a guy from that 3rd film and his partner.

very erotic, the whole thing. lotsa real actual pain during my filming, but watching me on the tv, knowing it was me, while diane filmed the rest of it all was just amazing. tingly really. but that was as adventurous as i could become…at least for my first time. as it all goes, i like the no/low budget amateur porn production experience more than watching the “real” porn production.

oh, and i put a cross on during the filming of my little scene within a scene. 🙂

that has to do with this: http://sextips4cg.wordpress.com/2008/05/26/sex-tip-15-your-cross-need-not-be-hidden/

aside from that i have 20 minute chunks of free time most days each week. usually i stare at falling leaves. i’ll try hard to login a bit more and keep updating the world. mhuah mhuah!

in touch,

holly