Show and Tell

I have been reworking parts of my site lately. Mostly my “What is Sexy by Sarah?” page, but I had thought about removing some of my tags too. I decided that I would remove the ‘feminist’ label from myself because I don’t want to be associated with militant and extreme feminism. It’s the same reason I don’t call myself a Christian anymore, sort of. I still believe in a higher power, I’m just not sure what that power is, so I now call myself an Agnostic. I just got tired of the assumptions thrust upon me when people saw I called myself a Christian.

And there goes the feminist label.

Not because I’ve stopped believing in the equality of women in society, but because I can not be associated with a group where I constantly feel the need to justify my position. I shouldn’t have to feel like I need to separate myself from all of those other feminists because their beliefs are so radical and different from mine.

So, I guess that means I’m not really a feminist.

I despise the term ‘mansplaining’. I think it’s demeaning to men. It’s rude and it’s no different than a man patting a woman on the head and saying “Silly woman, why would you think you deserved to have an opinion?” They’re entitled to their opinions about things too and those opinions aren’t any less valid just because they’ve got a penis. If  they don’t kowtow to your exact line of thinking, they’re dismissed from the discussion. Well, dismissed is actually putting it pretty lightly. They’re actually attacked and relentlessly mocked for daring to set foot into the she-woman man-haters club.

I believe men can be the victims of sexual assault and I think it deserves to be part of the discussion. We always talk about how women are victimized. Something like 1 in 4 women are sexually assaulted in their life time, and those numbers are ‘under-reported’. Then, as an afterthought, we throw in that sometimes men might be sexually assaulted too. Then we continue to use the language that paints the picture that men are predators and women are victims. There isn’t even an attempt to neutralize the discussion. My brother was raped by a man while he walked home from his prom. Violently attacked out of nowhere. There was nothing grey about it. He was dragged down the railroad tracks, away from the main road, with a knife held to his throat and forced to put a penis in his mouth. He was held down and penetrated. But the sexual assaults of men aren’t that big of a deal. Er, at least they don’t warrant being part of the discussion. It pisses me off to see the mention of men being sexually assaulted so casually dismissed, whether it’s a kiss on the neck at a gay bar or a full on violent rape. But we ignore it so we can focus on the finer points of ‘coercive’ rape and blaming other people because we don’t know our limits when it comes to alcohol*.

We talk about social and professional pressures put on women, but when a man voices the pressure he feels from the same areas of his life he gets mocked with “Well, now you know how it feels, huh?” Men deal with similar and different pressure than women deal with, daily. They have to be very, very careful about how they say things to their co-workers or employees lest it be construed as sexual harassment. They can not be in a room alone with a member of the opposite sex. My husband has to wait until a female manager is around before he can write up his employees or fire them because because male management have been accused of false things in the past out of anger. They feel the pressure to look good, make good money, drive a nice car and just be masculine. We forget that when we talk about how hard it is to have to conform to societies standards for women and we whine about being skinnier (or curvier), our clothes, our hair, and having to be more feminine.

Then you wonder why people think that feminists are man-haters. You don’t understand why you’re constantly having to defend your title of feminist against people who think you do. If you don’t hate men, you sure do have a funny way of showing it.

If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, maybe it’s a duck.

It’s all about perception. While you may fully believe that your message is about empowering women, it’s not coming across that way. Instead of spending so much time having to defend your message against the people who think you must certainly hate men, perhaps it’s time for you to consider changing your message. You should probably start by dropping the word ‘mansplaining’ from your vocabulary.

*When I say ‘not knowing our limits when it comes to alcohol’ I am not saying, or suggesting, that women who drink to the point that they are incapacitated deserve to be raped. I am saying that it’s easier to rape someone who is passed out, and that it’s never safe for anyone to consume that much alcohol in any situation. Not only can you be assaulted when you are in that state, but you may even need to be hospitalized for alcohol poisoning.

I am not saying that women should just avoid drinking all together and never have fun and that they should all just wear burkas and sit home like good little women do. So, before you feel the need to put words into my mouth, should you choose to comment, know that I will not sit here and argue with anyone about things I did not say. Those portions of your comments will be edited out or your comment will be deleted completely if I feel you’re incapable of discussing what I actually said and decided to interject whatever you wanted to hear for the sake of arguing.

Your Dreams

Dear Dreams,

You probably already know that I have never been a terribly ambitious person. I think it’s partly due to my laid back attitude about everything. I do know that I always wanted a family, and I’ve got a wonderful husband and four beautiful children. I hope to make my family as happy as they make me, ultimately. This is my most intense hope.

I’ve considered getting some college training in the medical field, maybe nursing or becoming a physician’s assistant. Maybe in psychology. I’ve considered becoming a teacher. I’ve even considered becoming a cosmetologist and an interior designer. Maybe, some day, I will. Maybe not. I can’t decide because I fear it would take up too much time away from my family. I’m also hesitant because of the economy. I see no point in paying off college debt for an education I may never be able to use when I would be just as happy going back to my retail job.

See? I’m easy to please.

I’ve dreamed of losing weight, for years. While I’ve accepted my body and how pregnancy has changed it, I’m still not happy with it. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror sometimes. I want to get to a place where we’re financially capable of maintaining a diet and exercise plan. This should be doable by the time K starts school. I’ll have time during the day to do what I need to do, uninterrupted by the needs of the children.

I want to travel to beautiful places with my husband and occasionally the children. We’ve taken a few trips, but I have more places I’d love to visit. Some I refuse to visit until I’ve lost some weight because I want to feel beautiful in a bathing suit on the lovely beaches in those places. If I am unable to lose and maintain a lower weight, I hope that I do not let it hold me back from experiencing such beautiful locations.

I hope that I am able to pursue more of the hobbies I enjoy. I’d like to sew some quilts, take some beautiful pictures, read many more books…

I hope that I raise happy children who look back fondly on their lives. Who feel comfortable coming to me when they need to talk, need advice or need help. Who feel free to live their lives the way they want to without fear of judgement. I hope I leave them with the ability to be compassionate and realistic, to look for the good in everyone, just like my grandmother taught me. I hope that they define their own success instead of feeling the need to live up to others ideas about it.

I hope my husband and I are always as passionate as we are today. That we never grow apart in our age and as we empty our nest. That we never hurt each other the way that we have in the past. I hope that we can experience grandchildren, even great-grandchildren. I hope that we are never without each other.

So dreams, I hope you can see where my priorities are. I hope that you will help me continue to love my family for a long time…

and maybe throw in a few of those other things.

-Sarah

Review: Platinum Edition Personal Pleasurizer

My second California Exotics Sexpert product for review is their Platinum Edition Personal Pleasurizer. When it came in the mail I was pretty underwhelmed, but like a good sex toy reviewer I headed to the shower to give it a fair shot. I was very surprised with how much I enjoyed it. Despite the floppiness of the g-spot end, it was quite stimulating. I even squirted a bit!

Onto the review, shall we?

The Personal Pleasurizer is a two-piece set. A small, plastic vibrator with a TPR, dual stimulator sleeve. The g-spot angle is easily recognizable. The clitoral stimulator is a series of short, soft, raised nubs. It’s available in a shimmery pink or purple. I got the purple. It’s more of a blue-ish purple than a red-ish purple. When you remove the sleeve, the top of the plastic vibrator is white.

The plastic vibrator runs on two-AAA batteries. There’s a rubber washer that prevents water from getting into the battery compartment, making it completely water proof. Whether you need to masturbate in the shower because of privacy issues or you just enjoy making bath time a little more fun, this is a great option for that.

It’s quite the little buzzer, producing the powerful surface vibrations you expect from plastic vibrators. It can be turned on via a small, clear button on the very base of the toy. Pressing it repeatedly cycles you through all of the functions until you eventually shut it off again. The functions are low, med, high, (all three are pretty strong) and 6 varied pulsing settings.

The TPR sleeve is very floppy, bendable and squishy. Most of the best g-spot stimulators are firm and give lots of pressure, yet somehow this one gives quite an enjoyable sensation. The insertable portion is about 2 1/2″ long and only about 1″ in diameter. It’s an excellent size for beginners. As many toys as I’ve tried, I loved it too, so I guess anyone could enjoy it.

The sleeve and plastic vibrator overlap enough to give you a sizable handle to grasp. This makes thrusting and rocking easier and more enjoyable. It’s pretty much the perfect size to cradle in your hand and keep your thumb on the button to change functions as needed.  The most pleasurizing (heeee) way I found to use it was to start off with short, quick thrusts to stimulate the g-spot and get pretty turned on. Once my clit came out of hiding I could enjoy the tiny nubs. The sleeve does transmit the vibrations fairly well, but I found myself needing to just snatch it off and use the firm plastic to finish the job. Then again, I usually need loads of pressure to orgasm.

Cleaning is easy, peasy. Antibacterial soap and warm water or a commercial toy cleaner will work fine. It’s waterproof so you don’t have to worry with keeping anything from being submerged. If you do peel the sleeve off to use the vibrator on it’s own, be sure to clean both pieces well, including inside the sleeve, and allow them to dry well before replacing the sleeve. You don’t want to trap any moisture in there and cause any funky growths. If you want to share it with a partner use a condom.

Want one of your own? You can pick it up at EdenFantasys. If it’s not quite what you’re looking for you can check out the other dual stimulation vibrators available or any of their hundreds of other sex toys!

Thanks so much to Cal Exotics for sending me this product to review!

FTC Statement: This product was sent to me free of charge in exchange for my unbiased review.

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Your Sibling

Day 4 is a letter to your sibling. I’ve got 8 siblings amongst the marriages and such. Somehow my closest sibling wound up being my youngest step-sister. She reads my blog and I’ve sent her the letter to read too.

Kimbolina,

Right after Chad, you’re my best friend. I’m not quite sure how we ended up where we are. You would think that us being step-sisters and having an 8 year age difference, me being the oldest and you being the youngest, that we wouldn’t have wound up the closest of our 7 siblings. Somehow, though, the universe saw it right to give us the kind of bond that no one can break. Not the adults in our lives who constantly tried to plant seeds of hatred between the step-siblings, not the siblings who were jealous of our closeness and not even fighting amongst ourselves because we had our heads stuck so far up our behinds.

I’m glad you have developed such a great bond with my children. The truly adore you. I can only hope that we live close enough when your kids are born that your kids will love Aunt Sarah as much as mine love Aunt Kim. You help me, more than you know, with keeping up the house and keeping the kids in line. I get overwhelmed with the work load so frequently, which I guess is understandable when you’re keeping up with 7 people, but you step in when I start looking like I can’t take it anymore and give me a break. I love having you close by and being a babysitter I can trust with the kids. It’s one less worry on my mind.

I love talking to you, laughing with you and watching you grow into a young adult. You are making such great decisions and you’ve kept a level head. I’m glad we have the same taste in movies, books and music so we can enjoy those things together. I think it’s so fun and awesome that people think we’re twins and that you have passed, multiple times, for E‘s mom so you could handle some of the issues his teacher wanted to talk about.

I’m glad that we can build each other up after people, like our mom, open their mouths and say things about our weight that hurt us. I know it bothers you as much as it bothers me, and it’s nice to have that sounding board to rant to about our frustrations. You exude a confidence that makes me jealous at times. It took me a long time to accept my body the way it is and you have helped in that, a lot. You are a major part of my support system and I would be lost without you.

I love you and appreciate you, so much more than you know.

Love,
Sarah

“Your Parents”

I began writing my 30 days of letters yesterday. The first letter was to be to your best friend and the second to your crush/boyfriend. Chad is my best friend and my spouse so I combined a letter to him for both days. If he wants to share it he can, on his blog. Day 3 is to your parents. I was raised, mostly, by my grandparents. Specifically my grandmother. And so, I’ve decided this letter would be for her. I’ve handwritten her a copy and put it in the mail.

I mentioned before that I felt the project was meant to tell the people on the list the things you needed to tell them. This is a letter I am comfortable posting on my blog. We don’t thank the people in our lives enough for the things they do. So, here it goes.

Dear Nana,

I started this project called ’30 days of letters’. Each day you write to a person on a list and tell them whatever is on your heart. Day 1 starts with your best friend, day 2 is your spouse and day 3 is your parents. Considering you are responsible for the majority of my rearing, I decided that this letter belonged to you.

I want you to know how grateful I am that you were around for me when no one else was. You had the single, biggest impact on the person I am today. I am glad you showed me how to be humble, thankful and grateful. You taught me how to be an optimistic person while also teaching me to be realistic. To look for the good in people and to accept them just as they are. Because of your influence I am able to forgive people who have wronged me, to move forward with my life and not dwell on things while feeling sorry for myself and holding grudges.

You taught me how to budget money. It may not have seemed like I was paying attention at the time, but your grocery shopping advice has gotten us through some tight spots. You taught me how to take care of our clothes and how to love cooking. You taught me to love my babies unconditionally.

I appreciate all of the sacrifices you made for me. After raising your six kids, you opened your heart and your home to many of your grandkids. You spent your free time shuttling me around to church, flag practice, football games and friends houses. You set aside money and helped me participate in a lot of things we really could not afford.

You instilled in me a love of reading and crafty hobbies. You taught me to be considerate and thoughtful, particularly when choosing gifts for people. You gave me stability, a church family and because of that, many of the friendships I hold dear today.

You were my soft place to land.

I truly appreciate everything you have done for me. Everything that turned me into the person I am today. You are the strongest, most incredible woman in my life and I love you dearly.

Love you so much,

Sarah

I’m hoping this letter encourages her quick recovery from her knee replacement and keeps her in good spirits through the tough physical therapy. We really should make more time to talk to people and communicate like this.

Sunday: Weekly Wrap-It-Up #19

Monday morning my grandmother had her knee replaced. I took the two younger children down to my home town and spent a couple of days visiting. I had intended to go down Saturday and help prepare the house for her physical therapy, but due to work schedules I was only able to offer some support after the surgery was over. She’s back home now. The surgery went extremely well. She’s recovering faster than they had anticipated. Not in much pain, aside from the tenderness of the wound. I’m so very fortunate that things are going well with her.

While I was visiting, I was able to visit with two friends from high school. Since my grandma was resting in the hospital, I invited Steffers over for some pizza and chatting. We were both pretty anxious, thinking we might not have anything to say to each other since it’s been 12 years since we physically saw each other. Fortunately we were able to do a lot of catching up. It was really comforting, for lack of a better word, to realize that a lot of the experiences we have had during our entry into motherhood were similar. I really enjoyed our visit. I think she finally wound up heading home around 3 am. I was up bright and early to head back to the hospital to check on my Nana (the name I’ve always called my grandmother).

I hung out until around lunch time and then went to eat at Chili’s with my aunt, mom, two younger kids and another friend popped in on her lunch break. We didn’t get to spend quite as much time catching up, but it was still good to see her and give her a hug. The visit has made me far less hesitant to go to my class reunion next year. These friends, of course, were never catty. I don’t think they have a mean bone in their body, but I was concerned about how some of the other people would react to finding out their old classmate is a stay-at-home mother with no college experience, married with 4 kids and has put on 100 lbs. I’m sure there will be a few of those, who are stuck in the mentality of a high schooler, but most of us seem to have grown up.

After I got home, I spent a lot of time just hanging out with Chad. We missed each other, even though it was only two days. We rented some movies, worked on improving the house a bit to try and cut back on the electric bill (ceiling fans, room darking blinds and curtains, etc.). I’ve kind of avoided being online. I was in a fabulous mood and I knew twitter and blogs would suck that out of  me. So, I savored the moment and took a short break from writing blogs and reviews. I’ll be back to it this week. Hopefully I will be able to write enough to schedule over the next weekend because we intend to visit some more family and check in on my grandma.

I am working on the 30 days of letters meme that other bloggers are participating in, but I will not be posting the majority of them on my blog. My interpretation of the project was to write to these important people in your life, telling them the things you need to say that you maybe haven’t said to them before. Letting them know the impact they have on your life and who you are. I feel like the letters would better serve their purpose if they were actually presented to the people they were intended for.

Sunday: Weekly Wrap-It-Up #18

This will be a fairly busy week. I’m heading back to my grandmother’s house for a few days to help prepare her house for when she comes home from surgery. She’s having a knee replacement done and won’t be able to do very much for herself. My aunts and mother are there trying to sort some things out over the weekend. I would have been down there already if it weren’t for Chad working and my sister working. It’s just not possible. I’m fairly irritated that my grandfather, uncle and cousin can’t seem to function without my grandmother doing everything for them and they’re putting pressure on her to do things before her surgery.

I’ve finished the Goblet of Fire and am starting Order of the Phoenix. I’m aiming to have that, Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows read before November, when the first half of the last movie comes out. The books are so good. The movies are well done, but you get much more attached to the characters and a lot more details about how things happened when you read the books.

On a sad note, a guy I graduated with died a few days ago in Afghanistan. It seems so unreal to me when I hear reports of people my age who are dying unnecessary deaths. Dying in a war with no goal, that has been raging on since he and I graduated from high school nearly 10 years ago and has no end in sight. It continues to rip apart families, some temporarily as the soldier is deployed to combat and some permanently when the soldier is tragically killed. Please keep his wife, daughter and parents in your thoughts and prayers as well as all the other families who have lost a loved one to this war.

This weeks Song for Sunday makes a strong statement. The lyrics are powerful, meaningful and they say it better than I could. It’s Linkin Park’s “Hands Held High”.

When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die.

He Makes Me Smile

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m fairly certain it’s nearing that time. I’m on the fourth week of birth control pills (the ones you take while you’re bleeding). Any day now…

I’m irritable. Annoyed. At everything. Snapping about things that I usually brush off or don’t notice. Then he sends me the sweetest text. Well, you might not think it’s that sweet, but that’s the dynamic of our relationship.

“They wrong a song about me! OMG!”

“?”

“Listen to Another Nine Minutes”

So I did. And it’s perfect. Because I always gripe about him hitting the snooze button. I would rather set the alarm for when I want to wake up and just wake up when it goes off. He sets it for an hour, or more, before he intends to get up and hits the snooze button over and over. The noise wakes me up and annoys me. Even more when I don’t have to get up. It’s been my biggest pet peeve for our entire marriage, which I guess isn’t too bad considering the things some married couples bitch about.

And that’s why I love him. Because he can turn anything into a smile. He knows me so well. Even my biggest pet peeve will now be softened into a smile when I think about the words to that song.

I’m such a lucky woman.

HNT: Cuffed

Because bondage should be beautiful.

If you think the cuffs are as beautiful as I do, you can get them from Babeland.


Plucking Weeds

I have been reading ‘feminist’ blogs for a while now. They started out being fairly educational and really made me think. Now it seems like they’ve desintegrated into a whole lot of stretching and reaching for things to be irritated by and trying to convince you as to why you should be outraged by them as well. I slowly began plucking these blogs from my feed reader when I saw the things they expected me to be pissed about getting more and more ridiculous. It was like a competition for who could come up with the most infuriating thing to draw in readers.

You know what? I’m tired of being told I should be angry about everything. I can not live my life constantly on the look out for something offensive, being perpetually agitated. It’s exhausting and depressing. I have enough craziness in my life without having to actively seek it out online. When I get online, sometimes I just want to veg out. I want to read general ramblings about people’s lives and watch a few funny videos. I want to look up recommendations for new music, books or movies to see and to use them to escape my reality. I want to window shop and look longingly at storage containers and projects for my house.

I’ve plucked the weeds from my garden. I’ll continue to pluck them as they pop up. My moods have exponentially improved and stabilized since I dropped those blogs, unfollowed some folks on twitter, and stopped visiting sites that consistently raised my blood pressure.

I’ll admit, at first I was kind of concerned that I wouldn’t have things to write about. People love a good rant. I saw my traffic leveling out instead of spiking every time I posted something. I compared the blog hits to what I published and noticed that the dramatic crap drew in the biggest crowd. Not a surprise. Not at all. I made the choice, at that point, to not worry about it anymore. I would rather have consistent readers who stop by to digest what I have to say without having to force feed them my opinion on controversial topics. I want an audience that gets to know me and can be entertained by the general happenings of my life, rather than some melodramatic charicature of who I really am. Even though I had already made my decision, it was nice to read this and feel some validation. It was nice to know that there are still plenty of people on the internet who don’t only deal in absolutes. It’s unfortunate that those are the least vocal, so they often get talked over by the extremists, but such is life.

How does your garden look? Is it over run with weeds or does it fill you with pride when you take in it’s beauty?

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