A controversial coupling of males and females around the world dating a lover of another colour! What is it about inter-racial couples that make so many of us turn our heads and stare?

Many of you may know by now that I love the Asian persuasion! Having grown up in the itty-bitty metropolis of Kincardine, Ontario our population of 6000 didn’t exactly boast many other races or ethnicities. In fact, I could probably count on one hand how many “other-coloured” families there were. You may not find it surprising that people back home were shocked to find out that I was with a China man! I heard it all from the “are their penis’ really as small as they say?” to the “what? Did Toronto run out of white boys for you?” This was a man I was in love with and people were asking the most outrageous questions, not because of what type of person he was but because of what race he was.

The fact of the matter is inter-racial dating shouldn’t be that big of an issue. Canada is one of the most multicultural countries in the world, its part of what makes it such a beautiful country to live in. So why are we so quick to condemn those who are different? A quick Google search of “inter-racial dating” will show you forums discussing the issue and it’s unfortunate to see so many people against it.

Personally, dating outside my race has opened up a whole new world of dating options! Why limit myself to Vanilla ice cream when Ben & Jerry were kind enough to offer me Banana Split and better yet, JamaicanMeCrazy?!

Don’t miss out on your Mr. Right (…or Mr. Right now) because he wasn’t what your mama expected him to look like. Open your eyes to new possibilities. Learn from and love our multicultural counterparts. Embrace the many colours of men God intended us to embrace. So hop up on that Italian stallion, ride that knight or get craziasian with an Asian. Mix ‘n match ladies…not sounding like such a bad idea after all, eh?!

xoxo,
Sabrina

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Mmmmm, kinky sex.  Why are we not talking more about kinky sex?  I think that people are afraid of labeling themselves as “kinky” like there’s something wrong with their sex life.  I used to think that straying from “normal” activities meant that you must be bored with your sex life.  Not so!  I realized how much fun it can be to push your boundaries, even if it’s just a little bit.  When you think “kinky” you might imagine someone trussed up, hanging from the rafters or masks or whips.  Those are all great examples, however, everyone’s tastes differ.  Kinky could be anything from cracking open a new can of whipped cream to spending the greater part of your long weekend trying to assemble your new love swing.

I’ve always said that sex is about exploring yourself and growing as a person.  Sex is supposed to be fun!  Pushing your boundaries is what makes sex exciting and keeps it from getting stale.

Having (and being) a partner that listens and you trust is also essential to kinky sex.  Make sure that you’re comfortable in the situation and if you have any concerns that you talk them over with your partner.  I like to have a safe word (which the girls love to make fun of me for) so someone can bail if it gets too intense.  It doesn’t have to be dirty talk; It could be something as simple as “teapot” (Ok, maybe you can think of a sexier word than that).

The point I’m trying to make is that everyone has a kink (I know you do, lol) and I think it’s high time that everyone started exploring them! So whether your into BDSM or just simply swinging from the chandeliers, it’s time to get a little naughty!  Now, lets everyone enjoy a little kinky sex in our lives!

Cheers,
Samantha

(Any suggestions for good “safe” words?)

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Body Image. I think that is the one thing girls struggle with the most! Even now, at the age of almost 27, I still struggle with it on a monthly if not weekly basis.

I mean, why is it that we ladies feel this ridiculous pressure to  fit into this ‘ideal’ look that most of the time isn’t even realistic? I think we need to pay more attention to who we are, what we can offer, and how we can constructively contribute to this world. Instead of focusing on such aesthetic values and judging oursleves on whether or not we fit the “A” Typical mold.

Now I know this is easier said then done! Believe me I still get caught up in it every now and then. I just try and think positively about myself when I am having those dreaded fat/ugly days! Ugggh.

One thing I suggest that always seems to make me feel better about myself, is I take my own inventory…I focus on the great things about me instead of my flaws. i.e. - I love certain parts of my body, fierce eyes, fun shoulders for cute dresses, and of course my rack!

I find that when I do this I enter into a positive mindspace instead of a negative one that is full of criticism and judgment.  After all don’t we get this enough from outside sources?

Why not try giving yourself a break and focus on the things that make you a unique stunner! You will soon forget about all the negative things you wish you could change about yourself, and start to realize the attributes you hope never change!

We were all given a beautiful and unique gift - flaws and all – so why not spend your energy loving yourself instead of wasting your energy hating yourself and focusing on the negative.

Pura Vida - means pure life. What’s more pure than a very naked, very honest you!

Peace
J

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So say hypothetically…

You’re having yourself an innocent soiree, and you’ve been given the gift of a beautiful fleshy man horse cloaked in a Trojan Raincoat (possibly ribbed), he’s entered your gated pink parts… and unfortunately the little men cleverly collected in the Raincoat of Love, are keen to break free. Suddenly there’s a tear, a rip, an opening for the escape of the swimmy sperms of mass destruction! Does this mean the end? Nope. Not at all… There’s Plan B!

Plan B, isn’t necessarily another plan- Plan B, is a crafty little pill that can be used up to 5 days after havin a do it! Yes that’s right 5 days! You can also find it at any of your local pharmacies. How great is that!

So what happens if the condom doesn’t break, but accidentally falls off!
Well then its’ time to go fishin’. You’ll be happy to know that the vagina, contrary to belief, is not a never ending black hole, so a simple finger scoop and swoop is all it takes! You might also want to delicately mention to your partner that he might want to size down. If your a standard 6, don’t go for the magnum. An girl with an A Cup wouldn’t wear a D Cup just so they appear larger. That’s what implants are for!

So don’t fret if you think you might be preggers due to some faulty
coverage… there’s always Plan B, the Morning After, and Family Planning!

SO Keep on Keepin’ it on!

Stacey P

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