I was chatting to Mr J the other day and I said (as you do :) Dolphins are the only species (apart from us) to have sex just for the sake of it, not just for procreation. I bet you think I am a real bundle of laughs now dont you?
Anyway, I was wrong. Bonobos do too. They are a species of chimpanzee who also like to get it on, you know, just for fun. Funnily enough common chimps dont do it. Curiouser and curiouser.
Sex plays a very important role in bonobo society. It is used as a greeting, as a means of conflict resolution, and a host of other important social gestures. They are relatively indiscriminate about their pairings – they do not form permanent relationships with individual partners. Other than humans, they are the only animals known to engage in face-to-face sex, tongue kissing, and oral sex. Same sex interactions between males and females are common. They have a matriarchal, peaceful society.
I did read once that Groups of young male dolphins have been recorded corralling a young female away from a group and raping her. Of course, not all of their interactions are malicious – they have sex for pleasure as well. Just like in human society there are always a few “bad ones” in the lot. I swam with wild dolphins once, in New Zealand; Dusky dolphins like the ones in the picture, they are the most acrobatic of the species. The best thing I have ever done, really. It was incredible. I wouldnt ever swim with them or even go to see them in captivity, too cruel. So dolphins raping? Oh I cant bear it, they are so gentle, intelligent and playful. It cannot be so!
I put a new page on my blog, just a little bit of guidance for the uninitiated. Have a look, but I am sure you know all of that stuff anyway. I am being awfully strict today aren’t I? :)
I have a friend who values his time immensely. And so he should; he is a very worthwhile individual. I have learnt some things from him but I have to keep reminding myself of those things.
Life can be mundane, of course. Here’s a boring story but it proves a point. I ordered some household items via direct delivery from a very well-known supermarket. Just some odd things that you need around the house, nothing special just practical stuff. They sent me the wrong things. Now I dont have a car anymore because I am now a London gal :), I cant simply jump in and drive to the supermarket and return them. No its a little trickier than that. I look at the returns policy and they say I can return it to any store that begins with a T and ends in an O. You know who it is now dont you? :) So, I traipse down to the nearest store, after phoning them of course, to check that they will take it back. ‘Oh yes’ they say. So, duly traipsing (do you traipse too?) – quick diversion – I was trying on a pair of heels in shoe shop recently and the guy serving me was a transvestite. ‘Nothing wrong with that’ you say, but he said to me. ‘Oh you didnt half mince when you walked over to the mirror’ Trying to be keep my balance love, trying to keep my balance, and while we are at it, kettles and pots, kettles and pots :)
Anyway, I digress, where was I? Oh yes, so off I go to return said items only the manager says ‘No, cant do it, cant take them here’. ‘Grrrr, but I phoned’ I protest ‘And someone said yes I could’ ‘Well that shouldn’t have happened’ he said (I swear I am going to have that inscribed on my tombstone or at least on a t-shirt). So off I trudge (I traipse when I think I am on the right track and trudge when I think I am not) all the way home. The ‘manager’ had told me that I should take it to this big T miles away and I was going to do it, forgot the bag though on the way to a sunday lunch. So, I plan another day to do it and I phone the store. ‘No, even though we are a massive superstore, selling everything in the world you can imagine, you cant bring it here’ he smugly says. Hmmm I detect a conspiracy.
So I call (hahaha) customer services (hahaha) and they say ‘Oh dear, you have been given the run around havent you?, that shouldn’t have happened‘ ‘Let us pick it up from you instead’ ‘Great!’ I say lovingly. ‘You have to stay in though, for the courier’ ‘Of course!’ I gush. ‘What time? shall we say 11am?’ ‘Oh no, no, no’ says satan in a tabbard. ‘For 12 hours, 7am until 7pm’ My heart sinks. ‘Cant you be more specific?’ say I ‘No, it is out of our hands’ she says. So I took the day off and I waited, and waited, and waited FOR TWELVE WHOLE HOURS.
Just imagine what you could get up to in 12 hours. Actually I did, we could fly to San Francisco or the Caribbean, be on a beach before you know it sipping Mai Tai’s saying ‘ T****? Who on earth (or put in the expletive that resonates with you) is that?
You know it, dont you? The courier didnt turn up. ‘That shouldn’t have happened‘ they said when I called after a few days of cooling off.
The point is though, I wasted roughly around 15 hours of my life for what? Around £50.
So when they asked me if I wanted another courier booked, I took a deep calm breath and said; ‘No thank you, life is too short’
That probably should be re-named The Big Boys’ Room ;)
Oh I forgot to tell you that you have your own personal bathroom here. Yes a room for the boys. I have an en suite with a bath for moi ( I have to have a bath, really) and you have your own bathing space too. A separate walk-in shower room with all the things a boy wants….
Molton Brown shower gel
Unscented shower gel
Tooth brushes & paste
Floss & Mouthwash
Clean fluffy towels
Shampoo & Conditioner
Boys’ reading material (not what you think and only if you have the time :)
I even have a laughing buddha statue – rub his belly and you will be prosperous
Have I missed something? I am not a boy (obviously hehehe) Tell me if I have missed something or if you have any ideas, I always want your visit to be perfection x
I hope you had a good weekend my darlings, mine was very hectic – just how I like it :)
I went to the Saachi gallery in Chelsea and I know its ever so fashionable to be into modern art, and although I found it interesting, would I have any of those pieces in my home?, probably not. As I say though, very interesting. I was with a few gals and so didnt get a chance to really examine everything as long as I would like (they spotted a cake shop :) but then again I think someone once said that art has to touch you, if not then the piece is not for you. Modern art though strikes me as being a bit different. Sublminal messages if you like. I did some deconstruction of film when I was at uni and it reminded me of that.
I also went on a London ghost tour. Whooooooooo. Oh yes, I love anything like that, gory, gory, gory. Dont worry though, I dont have gory tendancies towards you young man, just step into my lair, thats it… hahaha
Anyway, it was as mad as you like, this tour. They had actors who were meant to give atmosphere to the thing but it was like being sat next to the nutter on the bus, you know the one and he always chooses you. A really funny time though :)
And then I went to Nobu – I told you I was busy didnt I? You know Nobu, that top Japanese restaurant on Park Lane that all the celebs go to (Victoria Beckham’s favourite, I hear). We didnt see any celebs but we did spend a very pleasant afternoon munching through 7 courses – they were tiny, honest!!
It looks like another busy week for me chaps, I may have a teeny space in my diary over the weekend, failing that it will be 9 or 17 March. See you soon?
Are undoubtedly some of the best in the world (the best possibly?) but what is it with the service charge? I know its been around for ages and you probably dont even think about it. But let’s think about it. I always assumed that the cost of a meal included someone actually bringing it to you (call me old fashioned :) If you thought that the person bringing the items to the table was quick, friendly, knowledgable etc etc, you may consider slipping him or her a little something on the side, to say ‘Thanks for looking after me’. An incentive to be nice, that kind of thing.
But no, now there is a 12.5% service charge slapped on the bill automatically. Can you imagine going to see a ‘lady’ and her saying ‘Oh that will be an extra 12.5% because I opened the door and let you in’? Ive seen worse though. When I was in California for a few months, you could not get a second drink in a bar unless you gave a dollar tip – every single time you had a drink. Every time, regardless of whether the service was poor, mediocre or diabolical. They totally ignored you without the flash of a greenback but if they did deign to glance in your direction, the look they gave, honestly, turn a hot chick to stone it would. Madness.
We have our own Goddesses, yes we are them too of course :), well all women are Goddesses really arent they? But we have had them, Goddesses dedicated to Courtesans, throughout cultures and history.
Basileia – Greek Goddess of the Courtesan was the daughter of Uranus (no sniggering at the back) and then there’s Bebhinn, in Irish mythology, Bebhinn was The Goddess of Pleasure and the name actually means beautiful woman or fair lady.
Ishtar is the Babylonian goddess of Love and War, embodied in the two aspects of the planet Venus–as Evening Star, She brings lovers to celebration and bed; and as the Morning Star, She brings the fiery sword of War. She represents one of the many faces of the ancient Near Eastern Great Goddess, among them the Phoenicians Asherat or Ashtoreth (in Greek Astarte) and Anat, Sumerian Inanna, Phrygian Cybele, and Greek Aphrodite , most of whom share legends of dying and resurrected lovers.
As goddess of love and sex, Ishtar is the force that draws mates together and brings fertility, both for humans and animals. She is goddess of Courtesans, and sacred prostitution was part of Her cult. She is Herself a harlot who took many lovers.
As goddess of war, Ishtar takes part in battle and is shown standing on the back of a lion bearing bow and arrows. She was known for a fiery and fickle temper which usually spelled doom for Her lovers. (Oh dear!)
One of Ishtar’s lovers was the grain-god Tammuz (who still has a Jewish month named after Him). He died young (as the grain is cut just as it reaches the perfection of ripeness), and some legends imply that Ishtar had a hand in His death. But Ishtar was inconsolable and determined to fetch him back from the Underworld. At each of the seven gates of the Land of the Dead Ishtar, like Inanna, was required to give over an article of clothing or jewelry until finally She came naked and humbled before Her sister Queen Ereshkigal, who then imprisoned Ishtar.
The world mourned for the lost goddess of love, and Her father Sin the Moon God sent an envoy armed with powerful magic who successfully rescued Her. Tammuz was eventually also brought back to live in the land of the gods. The descent of Ishtar was celebrated annually in Babylonian lands.
A couple of my lovely guys have asked about theatre dates and I am so, so happy to oblige :)
I love the theatre, whether it be for a west-end show, a gripping play or indeed an opera. There are of course some fantastic shows and plays on in London all the time. A few that I really fancy at the moment are; Jerusalem and The Lion King but I am sure there are lots more that would tickle my fancy. I wouldnt mind seeing The Mousetrap. Or perhaps something nice at the O2? London is our playground! :)
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This here blog thing started as a way to express my saucy self. But do you know what? There's more to me than the saucy bits! So herewith you will find all sorts of thoughts, ideas, funny things (lots of them), deep and meaningfuls, occasionally - a mixture of everything really, just like life. I hope you like it here. I like it here. It's cosier if you are here too so stay a while.
I did read once that Groups of young male dolphins have been recorded corralling a young female away from a group and raping her. Of course, not all of their interactions are malicious – they have sex for pleasure as well. Just like in human society there are always a few “bad ones” in the lot. I swam with wild dolphins once, in New Zealand; Dusky dolphins like the ones in the picture, they are the most acrobatic of the species. The best thing I have ever done, really. It was incredible. I wouldnt ever swim with them or even go to see them in captivity, too cruel. So dolphins raping? Oh I cant bear it, they are so gentle, intelligent and playful. It cannot be so!
