Merry Christmas everyone

Merry Christmas everyone!

I am sorry but I am not so PC that I am going to call it “happy holidays”, or the even more unsexy “Season Greetings”…

“Season Greeting”!? WTF.

No I not am sorry to the guy whom I offended on the street by saying “Merry Christmas” to him, when I (or he) bumped into me and then felt offended that I said these unholy words – he then felt the need to yell back at me just to tell me that I should not force-feed my Christmas down his throat.

Someone got charcoal for Christmas I guess.

Anyway… a minor drama on my side as well, because two weeks ago I found out that the folder with all my half baked blog posts were gone, DELETED!! Missing. Major drama, and I panicked by looking everywhere for it, but it were gone to the eternal trashcan in cyber heaven.

Speaking about drama.

S…. finally got to me by insulting my breasts, and I immediately ended up feeling less confident about my body and began to overanalyze internally what she meant.

About two months ago I Googled “Spain”, “what can a lesbian do for fun in Barcelona” after I have been twitter stalking a German who is living there, and instead of asking her directly about what is so interesting about living in that place, then I asked the Google oracle instead. Much better than if this so-called cyber stalker were to ask someone that she didn’t know, about why they moved from Germany to Spain and what besides the weather and food could be so interesting about it – yes my homofomo were working overtime.

Just imagine if I missed out on something very interesting!! How would I be able to live with it??

Unfortunately Google decided to throw a tantrum and said to itself “nah, not gonna happen today.” and gave me completely unrelated links to what I wanted and needed to see. Instead I found a link to a video about a lesbian wedding proposal done on the Camino and forgot all about what in the world might happen in Barcelona. (If Google is confused about what I search for, then it will either suggest lesbian wedding videos, or cat videos to me)

You should read their blog and see the video too. (just listen to these adorable (and sexy) accents!)

WARNING! You will lose a few hours of your life by clicking on the link to the blog or video that will make you want to walk the Camino with your miss perfect.

Once again I got lured to spend several hours reading about that Camino de santiago walk.

Me and S… had previously been planning to do the Camino together, but we (I) ended up backing out from it because – bedbugs!! – and well.. who is crazy enough to walk 800++ km in 30 days?? I had lots of reasons not to do it, and I guess just as many reasons to go on the Camino and make out with S…. along the way.

Or something like that.

When we talked about the Camino walk, we usually ended up discussing about where to stay and especially about what to pack to great lengths and how much we should bring with us besides the essentials (iPad, iPhone, and pads). S… found this packing list that put both of our own lists to shame, when it came to reducing weight, as (I can’t remember her name now) had made it an art to plan her packing down to single grams for the Camino walk.

Anyone who include and measure 6 gram condoms and a 2 gram SD Card in their packing list, then they deserve to be named the uncontested winner of the most detailed (and maybe slightly anal) packing list ever.

I have to say, that when I am out on assignments, then my camera gear alone would end up being heavier than this packing list. But of course the list is also very specialized for a crazy long trekking adventure.

But when we were talking about the items on the list and what each of us would change, then I made an offhand remark that I especially liked that the original author of the list included Anita sports bras in her packing list as I would probably have been choosing the same for a trip like that.

S…’s immediately reply were that if anything, then I could just skip them and just travel without because I could then save 116 grams of weight, and she believed that it wouldn’t be essential for me to use sports bras for a walk like that (and that she by the way wouldn’t mind seeing me walk in just a t-shirt).

It would probably also make me very popular and reminded her about that we wouldn’t be all alone.

In the back of my mind I were *hm* “what in the world did she mean by that? I am not exactly running around with two mosquito bites!” Was that a hint that she didn’t like my breasts and that she thought that I were too small on top??? Arrgh drama!

I am actually quite happy with the size of my breasts and have very few complaints about my body in general (you know, besides the usual), but have once in a while thought about how would it be with something, you know, slightly larger, up there and if I should get myself “fixed” up. Not that I would ever do something about it, but you know.. sometimes these thoughts “would I be a happier person with larger breasts” do come up in my mind.

Happier? Nah I guess not. More popular with the ladies? Absolutely!

In the last years I have gone through some weight losses and somehow gains, that not always immediately settled in the chest area when I gained weight again, so by myself I have felt slightly insecure about my body image and how I generally looked.

At the same time, there are maybe 5-6 people that really can get to me and that I would listen to when it came to my self-image and body, and S…. are one of them, especially when I were completely unprepared for a comment like that. S… is a person who normally NEVER say anything about anyone’s bodies so when she said it, then I took it very personal and I ended up reflecting too much about what she said as if it had come from almost anyone else then I would have told them to go stick it.

After a few weeks with self doubt and nights where my confidence just got lower and lower, then I finally pulled myself together and confronted S… about her comment.

She reacted with complete surprise and shock from her side and wondered why I took it that personal, as she felt that I hardly ever took anything personal.




Should I run 5 kilometer or just eat 5 kilometer of candy?

I am overjoyed to be back in the so-called civilization!

In fact I was so ecstatic, so I immediately went out to hug my showerhead and not only because she got multiple speeds, but that it actually can supply me with endless amounts of transparent water that I don’t feel disgusted about, and don’t smell like a cow just cleaned its mouth in it.

What I don’t understand is that I on my, hmm, what is it now? 10 day trip?? was on a strict “backpacking” diet and actually managed to slightly gain weight???! To me it would be like eating my way through 5 kilometers of candy instead of doing a 5 km uphill run through town?

Either that, or a fashionable dressed Ninja broke in and reset my bathroom scale while I was away.

Hmm, not a bad thought after all – in some way.

Anyway, a mystery that need to be solved after I have slept.

It’s not that I am overly dramatic about my weight, but I did Google “liposuction” in a brief weak moment. You know, just to see what kind of results the Google machine would be suggesting me to think about.

But nothing gay happened on my trip. It was solely a need to complete my personal project, in maybe not a perfect way where I could jump up in the air and say “Yay! nailed it!!”, but in way where I could feel some kind of a closure to it.

So now I feel strangely empty and void of all… okay, most of my inner irritations and frustrations, about being told that I just had to let it go. But it is done, and I feel not only empty, but that I am D-O-N-E and I finally can begin to focus on something completely else in my life.

Or maybe it is just because I am so exhausted that I need to go in an hug my pillow and smell my freshly made bed?

Okay, I promise you, that my next posts will be more gay in their topics – if that is important to you.


Naked, Ugly, Nice, Beautiful, Gorgeous

You have probably all seen the wonderful pictures that photographer Gracie Hagen has taken of naked bodies, respectively proud and more hunched postures.

They are absolutely amazing. Especially when you reach the point where your media trained perfection seeking eye begin to see how beautiful the crooked bodies are as well.

Gracie Hagen’s project, is a project to show how you can manipulate the body to be aesthetically respectively inviting and equally less inviting. And how much a good attitude can help. Hint, Hint :)

See all the photos here there are really a lot of gorgeous pictures!

And then we can always talk about pubic hair another day. Or their lack of. 

Check my boobs

… And many others. Or not. Mine is not uploaded (because I don’t have psycho exes,) – I think. But no, I am sure that you won’t be able to find a photo of them or any other naked pic of me online. It’s one of those “small” things in life that I am paranoid about.

Anyway, this post is about this website that I bookmarked a few years ago, but came up as a suggestion when I was about to look for something else – and no, I am not going to tell you what I was supposed to look for.

Normal Breasts

Okay I am going to tell you anyway. I found the website, when I in irritation from a tweet, where someone complained about the shape of women’s breasts that I Goggled – you guessed it – “normal breasts”. But as soon as I clicked on picture search, picture after picture of adorable firm breasts behind triangle bikinis who without a shadow of braces and padding appeared on the screen, that it dawned on me that it was about time that I deleted my search history from the computer, but also that when I had typed “normal breasts” in the browser field in Firefox that it also came up with a starred suggestion. Back to look and then tadaa! There it was again, after so long.

And the page made ​​me sooo happy. There they are. All the long, round, quirky, small, large, pale, brown and totally completely normal breasts. In all their shapes. Yay!

Long F…. live Gravity.

Oh now that we are at women’s bodies and the possible lack of self esteem because of photoshopped supermodels, then I would like to recommend My Body Gallery who show what real women looks like.

Shaved, Trimmed or Jane with the jungle?

Cameron Diaz like Bush! That should have been the title of this blog. But I felt that would be too much and give me and the blog more attention than I needed.

Oh, that’s what she said!

But no, not that way, not like she finally changed team and joined the rainbow side. She in her recent book, advocate for us to grow a thick bushy jungle, you know down, there.

Now then.

It’s a good question and I will in no way make me wise on “what women prefer,” because I believe that we are quite divided on the matter.

But! Personally, I’m not into shaved pussies / cunts / va-jay-jays at all. With a little double standard from myself, because I have for years done the trip to get myself waxed every 3rd week. But no more! I’m tired of it and have been for quite a while now.

I think it’s become pretty unsexy,  actually, when an adult female somewhat resembles a too young teen between the legs . But there are certainly differences of opinions and I’ve been with women who preferred the style both on themselves and on their lovers. Well, they can pack up when it comes to me now.

Actually, I really like looking at the “jungle”, as you call it. No, not an completely untrimmed jungle that have never been touched for the last 20 years. I prefer something that have been well trimmed or kept. You take care of the hair on top of your own head right? So maybe it is time to look further down and do something there too?

And mostly because it’s a bit annoying to get hair in your mouth.

So a trimmed triangle – like relatively short hair where there should be room for my tongue . That must be the answer. But I speak definitely only for myself. However, I have the impression that most of my girlfriends – lesbians as well as straight women – like roughly the same haircut. A controlled naturalness, so to speak.

It’s been a widely active discussion between friends and even female co-workers through the time and I guess this is something that we can actively discuss without hating each other or join the trenches in the sisterhoods drama’s – right?


One for you! It’s friday after all – right? (prob. NSFW)


This post is not something that you necessarily need to look at in the office (it is, in other words, NSFW, as they say over the Internet). Therefore (hopefully, if this shit works) tucked just behind that little link below where it says that you can read more.

But because you probably need to look over your shoulder and see if anyone is gazing at your screen, before you stick your earbuds in your ears and planning to listen to some beautiful harmonies with associated and vibrant images, then it does not mean that you don’t need to put those earbuds into your ears to listen to what is going to happen, because you do.  

You will not regret it. I promise… You will be smiling and your mouth might like mine, open wide while your think WTF?? And you will in just two small and quick minutes become a little wiser in life – for example, on the cervix. And then I have certainly not said too much at all!

Wasn’t it great and beautiful? I somehow love the Swedish even more after this video. Oh yes, there is a behind the scenes sequel that is very informative (but not equally educative like the one above is) that show how they made it.

Sex Ed in School?

Being a child of two countries, I can’t help comparing them with each other – and today it comes to the most important part of education. SEX ED is on the top of the list when it comes to mind.

Sexuality education is implemented in many secondary schools in the Netherlands, there is not an legal framework that requires it and this is why some, particularly faith-based, schools can refuse to implement sex education. Elsewhere, programmes are mostly comprehensive, often evidence-based and regularly updated.

Dutch sex education emerges from an understanding that young people are curious about sexuality and that they need, want and have a right to accurate and comprehensive information about sexual health and is takes rather serious by school management and teachers. Materials are characterized by clear, direct, age-appropriate language in attractive designs. The leading message is: If you are going to have sex, do it safely (and make sure it is fun). The leading philosophy is: Young people have the right to adequate sex education so that they can make well-informed choices in sexuality and relationships.

But in Singapore there are NO sexual education and any talk about sex before marriage is shunned about. I recall that I had one teacher who tried to talk about it and was let go a few days after because a few parents became outraged about the idea that their teenage girls would even think about sex before they turned at least 25 or was about to get married.

I firmly believe that Singapore would benefit from having an active talk about sex in primary schools, just like Netherlands does. It can only help teenagers in the end.

Next step would be to get schools in both Singapore and Netherlands to include homosexuality in the curriculum as well, while they kept it at a neutral stance. Singapore still have a rather negative view on homosexuality and the idea that two of the same gender can love each other fully is even today a rather shocking notion.

But I am looking forward to the day where sex ed teachers can walk into a classroom and say the following words. “Sex is something you do with someone of your own or the opposite sex”

Something else that could be nice (yes I am dreaming now) were if students were given a book related to sex education, that only included photos of thousands of different pussies / cunts / va-jay-jays. In that way they could see (as one learns when one has performed oral sex on another woman), that the labia may be small, large, tight or less tight. That a clitoris vary from pin to marble in size (and even in some cases may swell from one end of the size spectrum to the other if one does its job well). It could lead to the end of insecurity, and that women of all sexual interests started to actually accept and like their own bodies for what they are.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful?

No more questions for “Dr. Sexy”:

“Dear Dr. Sexy, I am a girl of 16 years. My labia hanging out of the crack, is this normal or am I sick? Regards the confused Capricorn.”

Wow, huh?