Time to go to Vegas!

Well, I do think it might be time to head to Vegas! Let's all get fondled!

Nev. Judge Nullifies Law on Lap Dances

LAS VEGAS - A Las Vegas law prohibiting strippers from fondling customers during lap dances is unconstitutionally vague, a judge ruled.

District Court Judge Sally Loehrer affirmed a lower court ruling that as many as five misdemeanor criminal cases filed against Las Vegas strippers should be dismissed.

Friday's ruling affects only dancers within city limits. The Clark County Commission in 2002 limited touching between strippers and patrons during private lap dances, specifically barring strippers from touching or sitting on the customer's genital area.

But the municipal code was not as specific, saying only that strippers and their patrons should not "fondle" or "caress" each other.

City attorneys told Loehrer touching is illegal when dancers engage in contact aimed at sexually arousing the customer. But defense lawyer James Colin argued the lack of specifics makes it impossible to enforce the law.

"It's too confusing," Colin said. "No one knows."

Under Loehrer's ruling, no dancer in the city can be arrested for violating the municipal code. The city is considering an appeal.

Quick! Before it's too late!

;-)

Cheapskates...

This isn't sex, but I feel compelled to blog about this, and if I blog on my vanilla blog, the people I'm writing about will see it... and I'm not yet ready to have that crucial conversation...

Tonight, I'm out to dinner with two colleagues. The bill comes to $64 and some change for the three of us... My portion is 12.99 for dinner and 2.00 for a pop. That's $15; add in tax (maybe a buck and a half) and that comes to $16.50; I toss in a $20. My colleagues raise their eye brows. "He was good; that's my tip," I say. A touch over 20%;nothing.

One of my colleagues decides to put the whole thing on her credit card and pocket the cash my other colleague and I have tossed in. She puts a $10 tip on the card.

I'm thinking to myself: "You cheapskate. I tossed in money for the waiter, not you."

I don't expect her to tip at 20%; but I don't expect I'll be buying her coffee in the morning...

Some people just don't get it

A comment on a post below leads me to believe some people just don't get it. They wrote

why do you feel you have to smut up this blog program? Are you that inadequate of a person that you feel the need to spread your nasty self on what may be the last free forum of this sort? what the hell is wrong with the likes of [can't think of a clean phrase for the like s of you] all in is, you and your kind need to stay where you belong. not here. go away,,you are a piece of shit that needs to go into the mountains and be lost for the rest of your miserable life. do not bother to contact this address,, i will not waste one more line of this program for your skankiness. hell is the right place for you. go awawy
Anonymous | 01.12.05 - 2:10 pm

Aside from the fact they can't seem to write with proper grammar, I get the feeling they don't understand the point of a sex blog or understand the First Ammendment -- you know the one; the one that talks about not "abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press." I'm thinking this poor person just doesn't get it. But you know, that's alright, 'cause it takes all kinds to make the world go 'round: poets, philosophers, and plumbers... and, in this person's case, idiots.

My thanks to Carrie for taking a stand on the comment board.

So, even with the likes of Anonymous posting comments, I encourage feedback. And, if you'd like to discuss the finer points of sex blogging or the freedom of speech, we can trade emails... or, if you're big enough, we can talk over a beer.

Something tells me that Anonymous wouldn't want to show his or her face in some neighborhood bar.

I wonder if they're one of those closet freaks who's all worried about people finding out they actually have thoughts about sex.

Ah, that's for another post. Read on, my friends, read on.

Peace to you all.

Another fine send-off

Well, I'm on the road again. So, of course, that means Jane and I did the dirty deed last night. Finally. Hell, it's been almost forever. Between being sick and the baby and moodiness and whatever, well, there just hasn't been any bumbing and grinding going on in the Winky household. That changed last night.

Jane had announced in the morning that she wanted to do "the sex thing." I was working at the computer trying to meet a deadline last night, and Jane put Miller to sleep. She was also watching Tom Cats, a movie I'd never seen and felt compelled to watch while trying to pound on the keyboard and sound intelligent with words. Finally, the movie ends and the baby is asleep... only he's asleep on our bed and Jane has uttered something about just going to bed. "Move the baby," I suggest. She does, and I scamper off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She lights a few candles, and I've loaded up hits of the 80's on the stereo. We end up cuddled next to each other in the bed, the baby sleeping in the crib for the first time in weeks.

Pretty soon we're caressing each other, chatting. She's wearing a thing she borrowed from Anne. I made some comment and it was a bad move on my part. First she's offended and then starts comparing me to Sam. His equipment is smaller than mine, but he evidently kisses much, much better. Jane reminds me of this often. After a while, and who knows how long it was as we were laying there in bed caressing each other and talking, I was hard and then Jane was wet, and then she climbed on top of me, grinding her self into me, my cock hard and straining. Pretty soon we were ready and I begged to be inside her and she slid me in and then we were rocking; she fingered herself as my cock slid in and out of her wetness. I licked and bit at her dangling breasts and nipples; I drowned in flesh. We ended up coming together.

To say it was nice would be an understatement. Vanilla, sure. But nice. And we cuddled together for the rest of the night; sometime around five we were about to go again when the baby decided it was time to be in the big bed. Ah, well, all things are nice.

Career counsel you can sink your teeth into

Direct from Yahoo... Here's career counseling you can sink your teeth into, or at least bug your eyes out over.

Speaker Touts Stripping to 8th Graders

By BILEN MESFIN, Associated Press Writer

SAN FRANCISCO - The principal of a Palo Alto middle school may not invite a popular speaker back to an annual career day after he told girls they could earn a good living as strippers.

Management consultant William Fried told eighth-graders at Jane Lathrop Stanford Middle School on Tuesday that stripping and exotic dancing can pay $250,000 or more per year, depending on their bust size.

"It's sick, but it's true," Fried said in an interview later. "The truth of the matter is you can earn a tremendous amount of money as an exotic dancer, if that's your desire."

Fried has given a popular 55-minute presentation, "The Secret of a Happy Life," at the school's career day the past three years. He counsels students to experiment with a variety of interests until they discover something they love and excel in.

But school principal Joseph Di Salvo said Fried may not be back next year.

The principal said Fried's comments to the class came after some of them asked him to expand on why he included "exotic dancing" on his list of 140 potential careers.

Fried spent about a minute answering questions, defining strippers and exotic dancers synonymously. According to Jason Garcia, 14, he told students: "For every 2 inches up there, you should get another $50,000 on your salary."

"A couple of students egged him and he took it hook, line and sinker," said Di Salvo, who also said the students took advantage of a substitute teacher overseeing the session.

"It's totally inappropriate," Di Salvo said. "It's not OK by me. I would want my presenters to kind of understand that they are coming into a career day for eighth-graders."

That stripping advice wasn't the only thing that riled parents. Di Salvo said one mother said she was outraged when her son announced that he was forgoing college for a field he loves: fishing.

"He really focused on finding what you really love to do," said Mariah Cannon, 13.

Fried, 64, said he does not think he offended any of the students: "Eighth-grade kids are not dumb," he said. "They are pretty worldly."

You do have to admit, Fried has a point... ;-)

And I wonder if blogging is on his top 140 list...

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