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Gentlemen’s Clubs

No, not that kind of gentlemen’s club!!  Stroll around St James’s, Pall Mall, Mayfair et al and you may (or may not spot them) some have signs, most do not – Gentlemen’s Clubs.  They used to be strictly closed to ladies – I do remember, I think, seeing a film – The Honest Courtesan where courtesans were allowed into gentlemen’s clubs in Venice, way back when; to use the libraries of course.   What fun!

Anyway, I have been into a few of these clubs now.  Lovely places, full of history, legends and stories to tell.  I can tell you one.  One of my ancestors gambled and drank the whole family estate away in such a club.   Its too far back to get too annoyed now but I used to look at the family pile (I never lived there, by the way) – its a hotel now, and think, yes that could possibly have been mine, if I was born a male and threw on this mortal coil  around 100 years ago. Totally true and apparently that  kind of thing was not uncommon in those days. Hey hum.  The sandwich was conceived in such a place too.

Now these clubs; well you have to be with a member (no jokes at the back) and some of them let ladies in.  Yes indeed.  But some still do not.  Is that legal?  Anyway, I dont care, who wants to go where they are not wanted anyway?  I desperately feel the need to quote the fabulous Groucho Marx’s missive to a private club right now;

“PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON’T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER”.

Hahaha, superb.

So back to these clubs that I am not a member of…  they are rather wonderful you know, well you will know if you have been before too, perhaps you are a member?  No wonder the fellas tried to keep them all to themselves :)  I have been rather lucky in that a couple of my gents have taken me for lunch at these fine establishments and I must say the food has been marvelous, likewise the company and the ambience.  Oh I know some femi-nazi’s will be outraged but I like them, the clubs and the gentlemen,  not the femi-nazi’s.  Now then, I am moving onto nightspots now and  I just need to find a way to get myself into Annabel’s and the Groucho Club now, any tips? :)

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Sebastian Horsley

I was due to go the theatre tonight to watch the play based on the rambunctious Sebastian Horsley’s book  ‘Dandy in the Underworld’.  But it has been cancelled because Sebastian was found dead this morning.

The book and play was about; well, if I can quote the man himself…

‘I have invested ninety percent of my money on prostitutes, the rest on Class A Drugs, the remains I squandered’.

I think something along similar lines was once said by George Best but thats unimportant now.  Sebastian was one of a kind.

The story is of one of Soho’s most colourful real-life characters, a painter and self proclaimed dandy.

I, of course was looking forward to it immensely.  I had never met Sebastian but he seemed a very colourful character, along the lines of Oscar Wilde I would think.  I am very saddened to hear this news this evening.  I am reproducing below,  an obituary from a friend of his, Toby Young;

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Big Boobies

Now then, apparently the English ladies’ breasts are getting bigger.  So says an article recently, which I cannot for the life of me remember where I read  – Observer?  Anyway, the gist of the story is that once we were a B cup, now we are a D – and it has nought to do with fakeries either.  Obesity! you shout. Apparently not.   We are just better nourished now and can reach our full potential.  Oh er!   What happens in 50 years time when we are super nourished and fall over because our boobies are a size Z?  It has to happen in the scheme of things.  Have a little pause here just to imagine it :)  ……….

Mr S came around the other day and said of mine  ‘They are massive!’  ‘No they are not!’  I say almost defensively and a little embarassed. Why?  Why am I embarassed?  I’ll tell you why.  When you are growing up, you dont want anything that makes you stand out, you just want to morph into a big pool of teenage friends, like paint does when you put several colours in together.  Different but the same. Does that make sense?  When boys shout crude things at you when you are 12, 13, 14 you hate it.  I hated it. I hated my boobs for years because of that.

I love them now – of course :)  Girls pay a lot of money to have their boobs the same size as mine, and men, well they like them for sure  :)  So no complaints,  no, not now, I like them very much. I call them the twins. So I dont know why I came over all coy.  Some old reactions take a while to conquer.  Next time I will say  ‘Yes they are, and thank you kindly!’  (Oh and by the way, yes that pic is of mine,  its an old one – about 4 years ago)

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Incredibly Sexy

What I find incredibly sexy in a man’s dress sense may surprise you.

I love,  adore men in suits.  Yes I do.  Not that you have to wear a suit to meet me of course, but if you do…. ;)  I am referring to guys who wear suits all the time, they are used to wearing them. They are confident in them, they look great in them because they are confident and that is extremely sexy.  I was once looking out of a window somewhere, I think I must have been waiting for a friend in a restaurant for lunch in Devon and I was people watching.  Fellas walked past in suits and I could tell who was used to wearing them and who was not.  Some of them looked like fish out of water – maybe going to a wedding?  Anyway, something that always catches my attention is a well-made suit worn with confidence.  I have fantasies about peeling off that jacket and getting my naughty mitts on that crisp white shirt and beyond.  Oh my!,  swoon!

Phew!  While I am on the subject, another sexy thing that you boys wear are cufflinks.  I know, I know, what a bizarre thing to be turned on by but I love them, especially ones from my favourite jewellery shop which has a name beginning with a T and ending in a Y (a saucy wink to he knows who ;)

And then there are brogues.  Oh my goodness.  Can a man’s shoe get any sexier?  I adore brogues, really. I love them when they are brown and worn casually with chinos  (oh chinos, dont get me started on how fab they are!) or jeans (which I am not so keen on). I also love them in black worn with yes, a suit :)  Very, very sexy.

So now you know.; and when you come to me with your lovely fetishes (I do like them ;)  you know mine now too.  Oh and the last time I wrote about gentlemens’ attire, it was about underpants and I got a lot of stick for it   hehehe (ducks for cover)

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Male Escorts

I had an email the other day from a boy in Devon asking,  no actually he demanded that I tell him how to become a male escort.  Instead of pressing the delete button as I should have done, I replied and said that unless he was gay, there would be no work for him.  He was outraged!  ‘Yes there will!’ he shouted, ‘you just dont want to tell me about it’. Hmm, sigh. I wish they wouldnt bother me, these people.

I remember a very comprehensive discussion about this very subject a few years ago and although it seems like the perfect life for some gents, in my humble opinion and that of others who have had vast experience in this industry, it is a myth.  It is usually a ploy from dubious agencies to get fellas to part with their cash to join, fill in an application and Bob’s your uncle – but a job never, ever materialises.  Just you try telling that to these fellas though.

Why this one would think that I would be the expert on male escorts, I am not quite sure.  Definitely there are gay male escorts and I can imagine there possibly being some work from a couple who want another male involved but dont give up the day job on the strength of the frequency of those bookings – one every couple of years may happen.  I think too many guys have been watching that fictional new tv series ‘Hung’.

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Feminism

Feminism.  Well, I think we all know the  basics of that, dont we?  I remember as a young child reading about dear Emily Pankhurst & Co, or it may have been something on tv.  Anyway, I remember thinking, ‘When I can vote I am so not going to let those ladies down’.  ‘I will always vote’.  My big sister never voted, couldnt be bothered and I used to chastise her.  ‘Do you know what those women went through!…..‘  I used to yell, and so on and so forth. As I get older and even more sexier ;), the point is, what those beautiful and honourable ladies started in their quest for votes for women was the thought process of women being equal to men and they did all that so that we could have a choice really. So if my big sis chooses not to vote, then thats her choice isnt it?

Likewise if I choose to wear green, red or black, paint my face, wear killer heels, dress down or up or even, God forbid, become a floozy ;) – thats my choice.  Isnt it?  Yes. What’s brought all this on? I hear you say.  Well, I went to The Criterion Restaurant the other day, its on Picadilly and guess what? That is where the suffragettes used to meet.  What a stylish place to meet, very impressive.

Now then, having said all of the above, and having had 92 years of voting rights and 50 years of sexual revolution (not me personally of course), we still have a dilemma.  I like men (gentlemen) to treat me like a lady.  I like being feminine.  I like to call men ‘gentlemen’ because I can and I want to and there aren’t too many people out there who can stop me doing what I choose to do.

So, what exactly is a ‘lady’?  Well, in my humble opinion, it is someone who has impeccable manners, goes out of her way to make someone feel comfortable, is gracious, charming and kind.  She in addition may be sophisticated, elegant, educated, cultured and well connected, but not necessarily so.  The key, I think ( and please do tell me if you disagree), the key is in these words; respectful, gracious, charming and kind.

If someone thinks that I am worth treating like a lady, it does not mean that I am weak, it does not mean that I need looking after.  It means that they like me enough to look out for me, make my life a little bit more comfortable. Likewise, I like to look after my fellas, in any way that I can.  I like to behave like a lady.

Years of the vile  lad and ladette culture, it seems to me has bred a mindset of total disrespect for themselves and others. and I am not talking soley about teenagers here. I dont tend to go out to bars or clubs – actually never.  Alright,  maybe the odd exquisite champagne bar.  But I had a little experience lately and I also see these things on forums – escort related forums.  Some of these men are so utterly disrespectful of women, no actually, of other human beings and therefore themselves that I do wonder if the age of chivalry is lost forever.  Im not talking about knights and shining armour here, (or should that be amour? ;) Im talking about basic human decency like getting up out of a seat because someone else  either needs it more than you or because you want to brighten someone’s day or even holding a door open for someone (male or female) or even, yes even being kind for the sake of it.

Of course we also have the other side of the coin.  The feminazi who if truth be told are a little bonkers really.  The militant feminists, I think, have never done us any favours.  Its all gone a little bit wrong. Seeing good manners as offensive behaviour is never going to be good or progressive.

Here’s the thing.  If you dont respect yourself, you surely cant expect someone else to respect you.  Likewise, why oh why would you want to spend your life disrespecting other people?  Is that a reflection on your inner self? So maybe this ardent feminism has garnered the totally opposite effect to what was wanted.  Instead of having men respect women as valuable members of society we have a selection of folks who hate each other.

I was on the tube the other day (yes, now I live here in London, I travel on the tube, just until I get my car and driver, of course hehe :)  and an elderly lady and gent got on.  I was sat down and immediately got up to give the lady my seat. Its what you do isnt it?  I never dreamt that she may be offended at that and she wasnt but I have heard tales of you fellas doing that for a lady, any lady and you get told off.  You wont from me, thats for sure.  Now, I am not saying I am Mother Theresa for getting up or anything like that, not better than anyone else and I dont want a medal.  But no-one else was going to do that and when I did it, the guy next to me then stood up to let the man sit down too.  Everyone else looked as though something weird had happened.   There was a very uncomfortable vibe.

What is all this about? and what on earth has that got to do with feminism?  Its more to do with the respect thing really, somewhere along the line, its all got a little bit muddled up.  All of the ladies I know would love guys to be gentlemen again.  Lets bring back Emily and get a movement going – ‘Seats for Women!’ and not just in parliament, or maybe we could sit on your knee? ;)

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‘Bloody Men’

I have had a few instances in my life where I have heard that phrase – ‘Bloody Men!’.  The first time I can remember it was when I was a little lass and there I was amongst these big strapping older ladies.  Terrifying they were and frankly not very nice either.  Bullies really. I was working…, well you dont need to know where I was working but anyway, this one lady in particular kept saying that ‘Bloody men’ as though all the ills in the world fell squarely on the shoulders of the male species.

I didnt like it then (as a wee thing) and I still dont like it now. This lady, when I look back was a miserable person really.  Someone unfulfilled and bitter.  I can see that now.  As a young girl, I knew there was something not quite right with her but I didnt know enough then to tell. I wonder what she is doing now and more importantly how she sees the world now.

The thing is men arent ‘bloody’.  Actually men are alright, more than alright.  And I am not saying this as a marketing ploy purely for this blog or website.   Oh no.  Anyone who knows me will know I like men.  I really do.  Most of my best friends are men.  I am a rubbish friend for females.  I dont keep in contact constantly and go shopping and all that stuff.  I love my male friends because they are low maintenance.  They dont care if I havent called them for 6 months.  ‘Hey you, Lets go out, grab some supper!’  they say, when I call after months and months of zero contact.  And I smile because they say that.  I obviously have female friends and I like them very much, I do, and I enjoy the conflab.

But men, I like them.  Forget about the sex thing.  I like men because we are different ( a little bit) but the same you know.   I do appreciate that difference but the more I get to know you (men), the more I like you. I think you are kind and fair and funny and sometimes even wise :)

I have (apparently) a man’s sense of humour.  I lived in a village once and it is the law, in a village to pop into the pub once in a while. You have to dont you?   Well, it was an anthropologist’s dream.  Couples would walk in together and then segregate into male or female enclaves.  Except me, I never did.  I always ended up with the boys.  Not because I was a vamp, and wanted to flirt.  No.   Just because I felt more comfortable and had more fun with them.  I never wanted to be with the ladies talking about….. well all sorts of stuff that never interested me. I liked to make the fellas laugh.

So you can see why I get a bit peeved when I hear that phrase dont you?  Oh I know some fellas can be a right royal pain in the derrier, but then again, so can some women. It may be a thing you say when you are married.  I was married once and I never thought that.  Not about men in general.  Its sexist and like all the ‘ists – a little bit , no a lot yuk.

I have heard several comments on trains directed at guys lately that quite frankly, if they were said to women, there would be a right royal punch up. Thats not fair is it?  We (women) cant expect men to respect us and treat us properly if we cant repay that courtesy.

So this (apparently it’s called) misandry, no I dont like it at all.

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Pelvic Floor Muscles

Very important research :) has determined that ladies who exercise their pelvic floor muscles have more frequent and better orgasms than those who dont.

Three things you probably didn’t know about orgasms in women

1. Some sources say 90% of women have never had a vaginal orgasm during intercourse. In the 2008 Orgasm Survey nearly half of women said they rarely or never have orgasms. Two thirds of women who rate their pelvic floor as ‘poor’ have never had an orgasm. Those who exercise regularly have TWICE as many orgasms as those who do not exercise

2. Sex gets better with age. Women in their 40s have a much broader repertoire of sexual behaviours (including types of orgasm) than those in their 30s, who have more than those in their 20s. And older women are more aware of their G-spot!

3. During orgasm the vaginal muscle (also known as the pubococcygeus or PC muscle, love muscle or fire muscle) contracts repeatedly every 0.8secs

“Squeezing ‘the PelvicToner’ improves muscle tone and blood flow, which gives you more intense orgasms.”
Cosmo Sex Reviews

“The pelvic floor is like any other muscle – use it or lose it!”

I, of course have been exercising those muscles for years, like a mad woman, and squeeeeeeeeeeeeze!.  I thought it was because I like my fancy pants too much and didnt want to end up wearing the large but strangely fetching knickers in the pic – oh and because the boys seem to like it – I wonder why? ;)  But now, now I feel as though I  have given my self a nice little treat after all these years of hard work.  Good things come to those who squeeze!  Oh yes they do.

Now, I didnt know that men should be doing these exercises too, did you?  I didnt even know they had them,  pelvic floor muscles.  I thought it was a lady thing.  But while browsing the internet, I came across a book called ‘Exercise your penis’ (dont ask)  or was it ‘Exercise!!  you penis!’  ? hahaha

Anyway, it got me thinking and as always, I am happy to look after you fellas and your health, so here it is, what I found for you….

Why should men do pelvic floor exercises ?
A strong pelvic floor muscle is important for men too. Women have been encouraged to exercise their pelvic floor muscle for decades, but now we understand that it is just as vital for men, and especially for men with specific health issues. Research has found that

• a strong pelvic floor overcomes erectile dysfunction (Uni of Bristol study, 2004)
• a regular program of pelvic floor exercise achieves the same success rate as Viagra (Uni of Bristol study, 2004)
• pelvic floor exercises are a safer and cheaper option than drugs; Viagra is associated with damage to the eyes and vision in a significant number of men using it, but exercises are safe for everyone (May 2005). Medications are much more costly than an exercise program.
• pelvic floor exercise can “increase awareness of sexual sensations and enhance enjoyment” (Impotence Association, UK)
• pelvic floor exercises can bring a dramatic improvement for men who experience dribbling after urinating (Uni of Bristol study, 2005)
• pelvic floor exercises are strongly recommended for men following a prostatectomy. Research has shown that pelvic floor strengthening can improve sexual function and overcome urinary incontinence. Some research shows that self-directed exercise, using verbal and written instructions, can work just as well as intensive physio (Moore and others, 2008), while the latest findings demonstrate that a mere 12 sessions of electrical stimulation and biofeedback, each of 35 mins duration and starting 7 days after catheter removal resulted in almost all men regaining continence at 6 months (Mariotti and others, 2009).

No need to thank me :) xx

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Going Dutch

I am not aware of this having any secret sexual meaning as in going ‘Greek’ or having a  ‘French Polish’ (nudge nudge wink wink).  No I think it just means paying half for something and this is the context in which I mean it today, ladies and gents.

When is going dutch appropriate?

Well, I think, obviously with friends, male and female and colleagues of course, family etc etc but an amour?  No I don’t think so.

Call me an old fashioned girl but I like a gentleman to treat me like a lady – a princess if you will.  Insisting on me paying half for a dinner is a tad unromantic isn’t it?  I once got asked if I go dutch and I said ‘Do I look as though I wear clogs?’

Oh don’t get me wrong I am all for women having the right to do, you know, whatever, yadda yadda, yadda.  But I really don’t think it diminishes a girl’s independence and dignity to have a nice fella buy her a prawn cocktail once in a while, do you?

I remember going out for dinner with a whole bunch of people and one of the guys had brought along his new lady.  After we had had a charming meal and the bill came, he pulled out his calculator and started totting up the price of what she had eaten.  Honestly. He then, to the utter horror of all at the table, showed her the part of the bill she would have to pay.  He never saw her again.

He saw himself as a ‘new man’, a brother in feminism (that’s an oxymoron by the way :), a guy so firmly embracing the feminist ideal he is throttling it to death.  We, on the other hand, the other diners, both male and female, forever saw him as a cheapskate.  Someone with no generosity of spirit and frankly not very classy.

I guess it is pretty common these days, you know to go dutch.  I blame it on HH and the feminatzi gang.  Although they dont seem to mind the rest of us footing the bill for their dining extravaganzas and their husbands’ porn.    I also guess I have been spoilt with my fellas, they always thankfully leave the calculator at home :)

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Fantastic Fifties

The very wonderful Mr I reminded me the other day of a blog post I said I was going to write ages ago.  We were talking about Tom  Watson and golf.  I was saying that the commentators at Turnbury seemed to be incredulous that a ‘man of that age’ was doing so well and kept using that phrase. What?

This perplexed me somewhat. Call me naive but dont you get better with practice?,  at golf as with many other things, I mean ;)  So I would have thought that Mr Watson (at a mere and spritely 59)  would be way ahead of those young whipper snappers.  He looks fit, he is fit and he obviously plays a mean round of golf.  I take it he has been playing for longer than a lot of the other guys have been alive and besides all that, he looks all smiley which is always a bonus whatever the age.  :)

I wish he had won.  I do. And I am very glad to hear that he has set his sights on the St Andrews Open in 2010 with a view to winning. (May have to put that on as a tour ;)  Go Tom!  (gets rah rah skirt and pom poms out)

On a sadder note… (no not that sad)  Long standing readers may be wondering how my golfing techniques have developed.  Well, I had a few lessons this year but on the whole, I am ashamed to say, I have not done as much as I should have.  Pathetic really.  I will though.  I am planning  a golfing day in Dubai and some more lessons locally, definitely.

But on a sexier note… Back to the fantastic fifties.  Men are fab at 50 plus.  Oh yes.  Mature (sexy), wise (sexy), sophisticated (v sexy), successful (super sexy) well you know don’t you?  You’ve lived a little, lived to tell the tale and are all the better for it. They say that 40′s are the new 30′s.  That makes 50′s the new 40′s and you know what begins at 40 don’t you? :)

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