I found an interesting blog about learning to belly dance. It’s called The Belly Dancer’s Diary. I would love to learn how to do this. Here’s a video of one practice session. The dance is good and will get better, but I loved the cat near the end of the dance.

I’ve been tagged by Elaine and requested to share 7 facts about myself. I never know what to say and I feel that if I tag people they’ll think I am being a pain in the neck. Anyway, here goes.

1. In 1994 I traveled 10,000 miles for a first date with the man who is now my husband. We met through a personal ad on newsgroups at a local BBS - before the WWW existed in Orlando, Florida.

2. I love raspberries. I live in Australia and my raspberry patch is full of ripe berries. If you look closely you’ll see red around my mouth. I went to collect the eggs a few minutes ago and came back by the row of raspberries. Yum.

3. The first time I went into a sex shop I was 45 years old. They did market to men back then. Penis shaped lipstick anyone? Gag.

4. I am only five feet tall. (maybe I should say I am five feet short) I’m not overweight, I’m way under tall.

5. Meditation keeps me on an even keel, reduces stress and makes me feel terrific every day. If you’re not meditating at least 15 minutes a day, you’re probably way too stressed out to rest well at night.

6. I’m a good cook and I love to entertain. Let me know when you’re coming by.

7. I love to swim so much that I have two swimming pools.

Ok, I would like to tag..

BillyWarhol, Susan, Hey Don, SexySEO, SpeedcatHollydale, TheHousehound, Buffy

I HATE being tickled. I’ve always been quite ticklish and being tickled is akin to torture for me. I would prefer that you stuck needles in my eyes rather than tickle me. I suppose that sounds rather weird but I just hate being tickled. I dated a guy once that thought tickling was a great way for us to get close and I thought he should tickle the door on his way through it.

Over the years I’ve talked with people about it and it seems that about 50% of us either like being tickled or to tickle and the other 50% could cheerfully live without ever being tickled. One friend of mine loves it. She says it’s a real turn-on to be tickled, especially if she’s naked or nearly naked. (This was more information than I needed at the time.) Her husband doesn’t like to be tickled but he loves to tickle her because it gives him real control over how sexy she feels. Now if that happened to me too, I guess I’d like to be tickled, but being tickled does not turn me on.

A few weeks ago I was talking with a woman in our chatrooms and she was telling me how she loves to be tied up and tickled until she has to surrender to do anything just so the tickling stops. I really had to think for a long time about that one. I asked her why she loves it if it’s so bad she has to surrended to do anything to make it stop. Well, that’s the entire reason. Turns out that she was raised in a very strict environment where anything (and probably everything) sexual was sinful and even thinking about it caused a lot of guilt. Then one day she was tickled into submission and had to agree to engage in sexual activities that she would not normally do for the tickling to stop. She had such a good time that it became a routine for her.

I think I’d have gone to a shrink instead. No, I know I would have, I couldn’t have endured the tickling. If that was how I’d have to have sex we’d have to have an arrangement up front. If you won’t tickle me at all, I’ll wiggle into the room like a snake on the floor and then hang from the chandelier naked and that’s just for starters.