by Panty Parade / Off Go the Panties Waking up disoriented in a strange hotel room sounds like the beginnings of an urban legend. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had all that much to drink the night before OR maybe because my dog was there beside me OR maybe because my host had left hours earlier—but I did not find WELCOME TO AIDS scrawled in lipstick on the bathroom mirror or a stranger soaking in an ice-filled bathtub with a recently removed kidney. I did find a few spent condoms in the trash.
by Julie Robinson Just last month I won a goodies bag chock full of sex toys. A beautiful, pink vibrator bigger than most cocks I’ve seen, anyway. Slimy lube. Silky panties. Breath mints. Other people might say, “I can’t believe my luck!” I just say, “Yeah, I win shit.” Big shit. I’ve won a weekend in San Francisco, a Mediterranean cruise, a week to the South of France, and a weekend in Omaha, Nebraska (don’t ask).
by Julie Robinson Over the years I’ve become quite skilled at doing exactly what I want, when I want, simply because I want. This approach to life—make every day count—is a choice that has left me happy/completely broke/sexually charged/selfish and for the most part I’m okay with that. Here’s my recipe for preparing for a day of self-indulgence: 1 C of waking up without an alarm at a time that completely suits me—sometimes early, sometimes late
The traditional wedding season is not long from running its course this summer (and get ready to put your white pants and shoes away while you're at it) but I have some advice for you anyway as some of your "cheapskate" friends will sneak a wedding in during a fall or winter month. Whenever the wedding may be held, you should strongly consider going stag.