Dearest Readers, In the last month, many of you have joined Hotel Bliss and shared your thoughts and words with other bi-girls. There are so many excellent posts that are thoughtful, well-written, and sexy, that it was very difficult to select just a few to highlight this week. I went ahead and included the posts with the most comments, because they incited the most interesting conversations with readers. I strongly suggest you visit The Hotel Bliss Guest Blog and not only read the posts, but the marvelous discussions that go with them. XOOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
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“The Girl”
Written by sybaritic
Before the story, some background information:I was raised in a very strict fundamental Christian family, and was home schooled all of my “growing up” years. All things not strictly following the laws laid down by our church or the Bible were to be dealt with immediately and harshly. Obviously, this included bisexuality. Guess I’m outta luck!
Her name was Emilie, and I was in love. She was “The Girl” – the one that made me realize my blessing and my curse, the one that brought everything into focus just for a little while. I adored her. We had met through a mutual friend at church, and there was instantly a connection. There was so much to like! She was outrageous, blasphemous, daring – everything I wasn’t allowed to be.
I was 13 at the time, and was just becoming aware of my sexuality. As a young girl, I had no real idea what the difference was between a boy and a girl, and to be honest, I didn’t care. Isn’t that the way everybody is as a little kid? By this time, I think part of me knew I liked girls more than boys, but I was trying so hard to be the good girl, the one that my mom could be proud of (i.e. …not bisexual!), that I stifled my feelings for girls and instead went crazy for boys- but that story is for another time. Back to Emilie.
We instantly bonded and became fast friends over a single summer. We shared everything – all our girl secrets, our clothes, our lives, really. We even pretended like we were lesbians (to make the guys jealous, was our logic). Eventually, I became comfortable enough with her to share the one secret I’d kept.
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Coming out of the Compliment Closet
Written by Evokateur
I’m carrying a pile of dirty plates into the dish area at the restaurant and a group of girls I work with are blocking my way. One of my male coworkers grabs two plates from me, “Let me get this for you.” After I set the rest down, the girls are still talking. I overhear them complaining about another girl we work with who is on the floor talking to a table. When the girl walks in, the others fall silent. It’s always like this; there is always one girl who is on the bad side of the rest for the week.
In college, I learned that girls are socialized to cooperate. Our childhood games, like playing house, are collaborative and involve reaching compromises. We are taught to be social and nurturing. My professors may be satisfied with that description of female behavior, but my coworkers and my high school friends tell a far different tale. When we grow out of pigtails, we enter a world in which competition vies with cooperation in the form of temporary alliances and enmity.
I brought this up to ask a simple question: when was the last time another woman complimented you? When was the last time a woman looked you in the eye and sincerely admitted to admiring something about you? When was the last time you complimented another woman? When was the last time you did it without comparing yourself to them (i.e. I wish I had such smooth skin as you do)?
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The Reminder: Fabulous Female Fertility
Written by gryphon
I hesitate to post this as my “initial” blog at Hotel Bliss…. it’s not a fancy, “sexy” post. In fact, it might be a huge turn off for some of you. Sorry ’bout that.
But I’ve been learning more about this topic recently and would genuinely like to hear from other women about their beliefs, practices, and experiences/stories in this area. Perhaps even get some dialogue going… I look forward to your responses, kind readers.
We live in a time when numerous options are available to women that give us some control of not only our fertility but also the monthly reminder of our fertility.
Yes, the majority of us fabulous females menstruate on a semi-regular basis between menarche and menopause. Some don’t like to think about this fact. Some of us may consider it every now and then (ever wondered how many women with you on the subway, at work or at the club/concert/beach are on their period, too…?). There are also some women liberated and bold enough to celebrate menstruation; the cynic in me strongly suspects that these women aren’t writhing in discomfort and nausea for several days of the month… but, hey, power to these feisty godesses nonetheless.
Although I’m not at the point of being able to celebrate menstruation, I tolerate it because it alludes to the procreative potential within me (woot!!). Other things that make it more bearable are modern medicine (Oh how I adore you, my darling, darling Anaprox), the Kundalini Vinyasa Yoga Sun Salutation and my trusty heating pad. But I digress…
Mainstream media would have us believe that disposable pads and tampons are virtually our only options. But I am learning that this is not the whole story! So, what other options exist? What are women actually using? Why don’t we hear about these alternative options???
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A First Time – Part One
Written by lacivia
Please forgive my writing style, it’s been many year’s since I have written for others to read. Here is part one. Let me know if you want to read more. Thank you! – Lacivia
All my life I have been attracted to women.; even as a child. My first kiss was the cute blond from across the street when I was 7. Even at that time I would sneak into my parents room and steal the Penthouse magazines. I was fascinated and excited but what I saw. Throughout the years nothing more than the flirtatious dancing with girlfriends and occasional kisses to drive the men crazy. But I always wanted more….
I was nineteen and had been living on my own for over 3 years now. My life was work and play all the way!! Well being 19 of course young and naive I ended up in a time where I desperately needed a place to stay. Working in a male dominated feild at the time it wasn’t hard to have a place in a moments notice. The hard decision was who…..
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Natural Beauty: The first installment – Guaranteed to be the funnest!
Written by brianne
Well, my first natural beauty suggestion isn’t necessarily about beauty. At least, not on the outside. But since I discovered this little trick awhile back, I’ve been dying to tell people about it. Some of you may already know the benefits, but everyone else, get ready for a treat!
What’s got me all excited? Well it’s the beauty of coconut oil. But not just for its uses on the skin and hair (though there will definitely be more posts about that in the future). It’s about what a fantastic natural lube it makes!
I was surfing the net one day, looking for information to back up my belief that coconut oil is one of the healthier oils you can use for cooking, when I came across a blog talking about using it as a lube. I hadn’t really thought about that one, but the idea intrigued me, so I started doing some research. I’ve been looking to replace as many of my personal products as I can with natural alternatives, and you can’t get more natural than that!
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Lila is a tall, stunning blonde with a pervasive air of innocence and society about her. I would expect to meet a woman like her at a charity brunch or other philanthropic function. Instead, she is sitting in my livingroom drinking coffee and talking to me about becoming a prostitute.
She has been considering taking this path for most of her life, but really feels like the time has arrived. She talked to me of tarot readings and meditation that all pointed her in this direction. She spoke of her visit to see an escort two weeks before the birth of her child simply to experience the kind of loving connection she couldn’t get from the man in her life. She was so beautifully spiritual and giving even in just discussing her hopes that I just wanted to hug her and not let go. What a shining soul!
But as we were talking, I felt a bit of despair. I hoped that the business wouldn’t hurt her heart. While it is probable that she would reach the point where she had a nice group of gentlemen regulars, it would require kissing a lot of toads. And though her hope was to work with special needs individuals and women, I just didn’t know if that market was going to be large enough to meet her needs. Luckily, she came to me. At the very least, I could warn her about the pitfalls and be there to hold her when it got to be too much.
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