NSFW sexy holiday cards on Etsy

If there's one thing in this world I love, it's greeting cards. They might rival books as the item I'm most likely to always be ready to shop for. I adore cards, and always have, both sending and receiving them. So I was excited to write this Daily Dot article on sexy holiday gift cards sold on Etsy. I learned that they have an adult "mature content" filter and other interesting facts while researching this timely topic.


card by hi, love. greetings on Etsy

Permanently jetlagged, or so it seems

I’ve been recovering from my redeye flight home from LA Sunday night and all the work I haven’t done, though I wish I were getting ready to send out holiday cards, which I adore (even though some people say cards are way over). So anyway, I am getting better but am still pretty weak, though will be eating as many s’mores cupcakes as I can tonight at our Cupcakes Take the Cake 5-year blogiversary party.

I'm stuffy and it's a very sort segment, but I was on New Zealand radio talking about cupcakes yesterday.

If you're looking to give books as holiday gifts (to yourself or others), look no further than Brooklyn indie bookstore Word's holiday gift list. It's delightfully quirky and at the end has recommendations from Anna Perleberg dirct from her shopping list "For My Father, Who Eats History For Breakfast" and "For My Little Brother, Who Is a Nerd in All the Best Possible Ways."

See also Jesse Kornbluth's "10 Books No One Else Will Ever Suggest" (more from me on Head Butler soon).

It's a Wonderful Orgasm indeed!

I'm thrilled that Violet Blue has chosen to include many of my books (Tasting Him, Tasting Her, Spanked and Dirty Girls) in her San Francisco Chronicle gift guide, called "It's a Wonderful Orgasm." (Love that title!)

I am working on a proper RKB gift guide with everything from gifts for your lover to gifts for little kids and grandparents. For now, I will highly recommend Violet's hot-off-the-press anthology Best Women's Erotica 2009, which I also plug in the January issue of Penthouse in the last minute gift guide. There's a story by Ms. Naughty called "Pasta with Blue Cheese and Anal," which is quite possibly the best erotica story title I've ever heard! Plus it has many of my favorite writers, like Elizabeth Coldwell and Donna George Storey and Vanessa Vaughn. Check it out!

No sex, please, it's Thanksgiving

I love this e-card I found over at The Frisky. Kinda sums up my trip so far. It's not this one trip that's really the problem, it's the larger issue of the sexlessness of my relationship. Because sexuality isn't just about the doing it part, it's about the buildup, the anticipation, the flirtation. We have, well, none of that, and I often wonder if that will be the death of the relationship, at least on my end.

Then sometimes I think that's selfish, greedy. I feel like it's selfish to be disappointed when we don't have sex, especially when, say, we're in a hotel room (that's happened both times now). I was pretty sick yesterday, but by the time it was, well, that time, I was better, or at least, comfortable. I guess I just assumed we'd get around to sex in the morning. And that's the thing...we so rarely "get around to it." It's almost like we're already this couple who's been together forever and has been there, done that. If I had a kid, I probably wouldn't care as much (or maybe I would), but since I don't, it just pretty much makes me feel like the least attractive person ever. It's all worsened by the fact that we only have so much time together. I'm not even sure if I'm gonna stay with him in San Francisco, and now also want to shorten my trip so I can go to my friend's wedding.

We'll see. I try to do the whole Serenity Prayer thing about it, because really, I can't make someone want to have sex with me, if they don't. I can, however, decide if that's the kind of relationship I want to be a part of.

I'm reminded of this part from the novel I read on the plane, Katherine Center's Everyone is Beautiful (love the cupcake on the cover, and that I found the galley for $3 at Housing Works on election night!). It's right after the narrator's friend gives her a bag filled with sex toys:

I frowned at the bag while Baby Sam, still on my hip, swiped at it and missed. I thought about all the different types of sex out there. Goofing-around-laughing sex. Just-went-to-Victoria's-Secret sex. Three-glasses-of-wine-on-a-dinner-date sex. We-were-up-all-night-with-the-baby-but-if-we-stay-focused-we-can-be-asleep-in-twenty-minutes sex. Sex that started out as a backrub. Sex that started out as a peck on the cheek. Sex to make a baby. Sex on a lunch hour. Hotel sex. Motel sex. Car sex. Picnic blanket sex. There were thousands, and each variety had its charms. But the truth was, the best kind was the hardest to come by.

"What?" Amanda said, watching me hesitate.

"I'm just looking for passion" I said. "Not you-look-like-a-hot-hooker passion. More like I-want-to-consume-you passion."

Read the book for the rest; it's excellent, possibly even better than her first novel, The Bright Side of Disaster, which I liked a lot.

Happy Chocolate Cupcake Day and CONTEST

Chocolate cupcake from Chocolate Soup in Edinburgh, Scotland

In celebration of National Chocolate Cupcake Day (today!), Cupcakes Take the Cake is giving you the chance to win the awesome book Hey There, Cupcake! by Claire Crespo. Go enter!