Not for the first time…

…a TV show made me go WTF.

After writing 4500 words, I kicked back with my husband and watched Bones. Some David Boreanaz as a reward for my hard work — what could be better, right?

Well… the episode was called Death in the Saddle. Read about it if you dare.
Horse & Rider

Pony Play? Really?

God help me, I Googled it. Apparently this is an actual fetish. I haven’t been this shocked since I found out some people like to wear diapers and forget their toilet training for the weekend. Since I don’t keep up on such things, I’m sure I’m the last to find out, but here are some facts you may not have known:

  • British musician Alison Goldfrapp and her back-up dancers have worn ponyplay related outfits during several of her tours.
  • Madonna and her back-up dancers simulated ponyplay during her performances on tour in 2006.

Apparently it’s almost a mainstream thing, what with winding up in TV shows and concerts, but I reckon it hasn’t been pushed to the limit. So here’s what I’m thinking (and feel free to use this, those of you with such inclinations). Why stop with pony play? Why not combine the shifter craze with this specialized fetish? Let’s get paranormal.

I present to you… were-ponies. You can dress up the core idea however you like, including assless chaps, whips, harnesses, carts, halters, bits… and let’s not forget BDSM, m/m, menage… the elements are almost endless. It’s a veritable cornucopia of untapped raw erotic potential. Why, this stuff almost writes itself.

But I still find myself saying, “Pony play? Really?”

hot emo boys, you say?

Apparently, people come here looking for different things. Here’s the top ten searches this month:

#1 LOLCats
(check)

#2 BJ jokes
(there was the one about the penguin and the seal…)

#3 Laura Bradford + agent
(Just email me. I’ll be happy to answer questions, so you don’t have to lurk, hoping for tidbits of info)

#4 lite bondage
(Hmm. No. Unless you mean in My Valentine, and in which case… yes.)

#5 wwnd, nora
(Archives, april or may, I think)

#6 ann aguirre
(that’s me!!! you came to the right place!)

#7 dangling dick pix (Come on, really? I thought I had made it crystal clear how I feel about candids of the dangly bits.)

#8 girlie sci-fi (check)

#9 gaudy purses (oh, double check!)

And #10… you ready?

emo olympics
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I must’ve used that phrase or something, but I’m pretty sure there is no such thing. Sorry, it’s just a figure of speech. But what events would that involve? Sighing, painting your nails black, leaning on stuff, letting your hair fall in your eyes, and piercing random body parts? Anyhow, it’s been too long since I posted a hot emo boy for your pleasure.

His name is Romeo (really? well, that’s what his profile says), and he’s from El Salvador. He likes long walks on the beach (at night!) and listening to the Cure; and his turnoffs include sunlight, bright clothing, and people who smile a lot. (I just made most of that up.)

Enjoy.
Romeo Alvarado

PS – You’re allowed to admire him in an aesthetic sense, but don’t go thinking impure thoughts. He’s only 17. But don’t despair — you can lust after Harry Potter legally now!

Seriously, though… (OMG, I can’t believe I baited you in here with a hot emo boy pic and then sprang an issue on you! It’s diabolical.) I was reading a story on Reuters called Older White Women Join Kenya’s Sex Tourists. The gist is how well-to-do baby boomers in their 50s and 60s head to Kenya, and pick up some hot young 20-something. The ladies play sugar mama for the duration of their vacations, buying presents and providing walking around money for their boytoys while they’re around.

“It’s not love, obviously. I didn’t come here looking for a husband,” Bethan said over a pounding beat from the speakers.

“It’s a social arrangement. I buy him a nice shirt and we go out for dinner. For as long as he stays with me he doesn’t pay for anything, and I get what I want — a good time. How is that different from a man buying a young girl dinner?”

I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. I mean, in one sense, it’s clearly not prostitution. They’re not exchanging currency directly for sex. It’s a bit more muddied than that. Part of me wants to say, “Have fun!” to these adventurous old chicks. I mean, they’re widowed or single, looking for a good time? If they can attract a hot stud with their bankrolls, why not?

However, I do think it’s creepy when old dudes keep chasing young tail, so why do I think it’s ok for a woman to get some this way? That makes me feel like I have a double-standard, which I don’t like to admit.

Do these men feel devalued? Or are their lives such that they’re just happy to get what they get out of it? What bothers me is inequity or imbalances in power in a relationship, but this is more of a vacation fling, so as long as both parties are legal, single, and nobody gets hurt, what’s the harm?

And is it really any different than a rich old dude flashing his bankroll and picking up some young honey? I don’t know. Readers, what do you think?