By Kendra Holliday | December 14, 2018
Last year, I announced that I’m an alcoholic. But after all the research I’ve done, I’ve decided I don’t care for the word “alcoholic.”
Instead, I’ve accepted the fact that I have alcohol addiction.
From the book, Alcohol Explained, by William Porter:
“What has been learned can never be unlearned. Alcohol addiction is created when the subconscious mind knows that the one cure for the ill effects of alcohol can be remedied by more alcohol.”
In other words, you can turn a cucumber into a pickle, but a pickle can never become a cucumber again.
So, some of us are cucumbers, and some of us are pickles. There are a lot more pickles out there than you think! Sadly, I am a pickle. 🙁
I believe that anyone can become addicted to alcohol. My setup was the perfect storm – I’ve been self-employed for the past three years, so I had a flexible schedule. I hang out with drinkers. I love social drinking, but I also took to stress drinking due to family problems, and if you do that, you get addicted faster. Also, I’m a woman, and female bodies handle alcohol differently. For instance, even though no amount of alcohol is safe to consume, if you’re going to imbibe in moderation, the recommended amount for women is nine drinks a week, versus fourteen drinks for men.
I also learned that adding alcohol on top of my menopause symptoms was like putting gasoline on a fire.
So, here I am. I know I should quit drinking permanently, but I’m still messing around with it. I stop drinking for a set amount of time – say, 30 days or 90 days, and then try moderating, which turns into daily drinking. I can’t moderate. I’ve tried. I can easily down 4-8 drinks A DAY. Yikes!
Well, not this month! I’m celebrating Drycember by sharing a gift every day. I’m also SUPER excited about a new concept happening here in St Louis – there’s a dive bar that is AF (alcohol free) every Sat night! It’s called Pop’s Blue Moon. I’ve been once so far, and can’t wait to go again.
For now, please enjoy my Drycember gifts, I’ve listed them below!
My partner Matthew has been getting me these tea calendars for years. The creator is BlueMoonstone on Etsy. I love traditions! Every morning, I take a pic of the tea and send it to him. Pineapple, Earl Grey, Strawberry Cheesecake, Ginger, Spearmint… mmm!
I looove tiny things, and Leafcutter Designs makes the cuuutest tiny letters and packages! I ordered a set of tiny letters that are from famous historical figures, and each letter contains a coordinating vintage postage stamp. For instance, Clara Barton is writing to her friend Nancy Fitts, and the stamp features a nurse. They include a magnifying loupe – the attention to detail is amazing!
One of my best friends from childhood (first grade!) is heavily involved with an organization called Mitrata Nepal Foundation for Children. Earlier this year, she went to Nepal and hand selected many items for a fundraising bazaar. I got these two gorgeous scarves – I still haven’t unwound them! The Ganesh banner is hanging in my dining room.
A couple years ago, I went to New York City to learn Urban Tantra with Barbara Carrellas. I learned about tantra awakening rituals, and so much more! I wrote about a solo experience I had, which was amazing, but I haven’t done it nearly enough! It’s easy to stray away from great tools and resources – just like all my fabulous fancy sex toys I have and never use! So I was very excited to learn that Barbara offers a guided meditation for breath and energy orgasms – I snatched it up, and so should you! It’s a loving gift to yourself. Every time I do it, it’s different, but I always cry and tingle all over. It feels out of this world, a delicious escape, a natural high.
I love fruit, and pears are beautiful! My friend Kassi gave it to me – she’s a licensed sex therapist and we collaborate often. She’s so kind and compassionate.
My sister and I are like bookends – I had my mom’s uterus first, and she had it last! We are sooo different, but share subtle similarities. I favor a natural look, whereas she resembles a technicolor apocalypse! See what I mean??
I looove taking baths – it’s such a luxury! This bath bomb is especially perfect for me – another gift from my baby sis. She’s so good to me! I gave her some super soft cozy socks.
I can’t say enough good things about my partner, Matthew. For 10 years, he’s been supportive of my endeavors. So many men in my past tried to hold me back. Confident and mature, he is a stalwart boulder in the middle of my little burbling creek of moodiness.
It’s crazy how much Pokemon GO is a part of my daily self-care routine. I love the subculture, the camaraderie, the motivation to get out there and accomplish satisfying goals. It encourages me to explore new areas and landmarks. I like listening to podcasts and audio books as I play. The last week of October, I walked 35 miles!
I’ve been experimenting with lots of AF (alcohol free) drinks. These bitters are fun to mix with tonic and club.
I love collecting local art, and someone gave me this great piece by Nancy Spurlock. She creates a wide variety of beautiful art, from jewelry to paintings. I like rotating it and seeing different things – a tree with a moon behind it, a swirling lake, a planet…
The other day I had my niece over to play. We baked cookies and visited a historic log cabin decorated for Christmas. It was a festive day! It’s so nice sharing quality time with kids. I miss my daughter.
On an ideal day, I’ll have a dawn walk, a day walk, and a dusk walk. My goal is 10,000 steps a day. Thanks to my flexible schedule, I manage to meet that goal most days. It’s nice having new walking shoes. They aren’t my style, but they’re comfy and get the job done!
To be continued… 🙂
By Kendra Holliday | December 13, 2018
You know what’s awesome? It was much easier writing the list of Top 10 Things That Have Been in My Vagina. My positive sexual experiences far outweigh my negative, and shine warmly in my head, eclipsing the dark, gross shitty stuff.
That’s because I have not let the negative things define me. I have overcome them, and defined my sexuality on my own terms. Each of the things below sucked bad, but they all made me a stronger person as a result.
Look, I’m not much into trigger warnings – I kinda figure if you’re alive and on the internet, you’re going to run into some raw dog shit. But I’ll go ahead and let you know that the list gets progressively worse. A yeast infection is a walk in the park compared to some of the hell that follows.
10. Yeast. I’m glad to say I have a hardy vagina – some women I know have to deal with chronic yeast or bladder infections. For the most part, mine can endure all kinds of crazy activity and then go on about its business. I have had a few yeast infections though, and itchy, pissed off vaginas are no fun! They’re actually pretty gross. It’s cool modern medicine has evolved such that you just need to pop one pill orally and be done with it, as opposed to seven days of injecting applications of messy creams up there.
9. Bad bacteria. I’ve had two nasty, disgusting bacterial vag infections in my life, and they both developed from the same hot tub. It was a nice, clean swinger hot tub in West County, and I’ve been in all kinds of hot tubs and lakes with no problem, and no one else who was in the tub had an issue, so it must’ve been a bad reaction with my personal chemistry. I smelled like rotting fish down there. Had to go to the doctor for medicine, good grief! Needless to say, I stopped hot tubbing with that couple, even though they were nice. I had gross associations with them, like when you eat a can of sauerkraut and then throw up afterward.
8. A really big dick. I’ve been with all sizes of dicks. I prefer average size – 5-7 inches when erect. I dated one guy for a while with an 8-inch-dick. It wasn’t ideal for me. Then one day, I slept with a man who had a 9-inch-dick – talk about a world of hurt! IT SUCKED. I wasn’t into it AT ALL. I grimaced my way through it and avoided him after that, which made me feel gross.
By Kendra Holliday | December 13, 2018
I thought this would be a good topic to follow the vaginal penetration post.
A few years ago, the Riverfront Times published an article titled Top Ten Things That Have Been in The Beautiful Kind’s Vagina: NSFW. I was SO honored. I’m pretty sure no other woman has that distinction. The article is by now out of date, so I’m going to offer my own, more accurate version. GOD my vagina has been good to me! Holy shit I’ve had a lot of people and things in my vagina! (For context, click here to see what my pussy looks like – the glorious gateway to my vagina!)
10. Tapio, my wooden dildo. One of my favorite sex toys. My lovely super smooth dildo glows like a tiger’s eye and smells like cedar. Very warm and inviting. He is the most living inanimate object I’ve ever fucked.
9. An abortionist. I seriously can’t imagine what life would be like right now if I hadn’t gotten an abortion in 2007. It was a sucky situation and a difficult decision to make, but I am infinitely grateful I had the legal option to exercise my right to choose.
8. Big black cock. I’m sorry, but even if the cock isn’t technically “big” (and lord knows I’m not a size queen!), it still sounds better to say it that way. I’ve had the pleasure of fucking several handsome black men. Here is one of them.
7. Hitachi Magic Wand Attachment. OMG I LOVE THIS THING! I use the Hitachi Magic Wand every day, but every once in a while, I add the attachment. It fits over the head and inserts perfectly snug. I lube it up and it’s like a benevolent alien tentacle bathing me in white light, inside and out. It’s gripping and intense and when I cum, it hurts so good! My vagina grabs on tight and doesn’t want to let go. I yelp when I pull it out after my rockin’ session, phew!
By Kendra Holliday | December 12, 2018
Let’s get this cleared up right off the bat: Do you wanna know what it feels like to be penetrated non-consensually?
LIKE YOUR SOUL IS DYING.
So don’t do that. DON’T penetrate other people non-consensually. I can’t believe I have to state the obvious. COME ON, PEOPLE.
Now, let’s move on to how it feels to be vaginally penetrated when you are into it, turned on, etc.
I posed the question on fb and twitter, and got responses from several curious men, but only one from a woman! My friend, Bianca:
“Being penetrated vaginally feels like a void is being filled. Like the right jigsaw piece is in place. Like warm candy. So good you roll your eyes up with pleasure.”
Let me elaborate.
It’s like tucking into this gooey, decadent, absolutely delicious dessert, all sweet and salty and creamy.
It’s like you have a throbbing headache, and someone slips you morphine. Hot, throbbing morphine, for your hot, aching pussy.
It feels like a drug that will save your life.
It feels completely base and primal, like you want to fuck the earth and fill your womb.
It feels the way a spring crop looks, all those new green shoots pushing up through the moist, fertile black soil.
By Kendra Holliday | December 11, 2018
My friend offered to conduct an orgasm experiment with me!
He came over wearing a lab coat, carrying a clipboard and some measuring equipment.
We wanted to see how long it would take me to orgasm while he measured my heart rate and blood pressure every minute. We also audio recorded it.
He got me hooked up to the portable blood pressure monitor and sat by my bed, dutifully holding the clipboard and taking notes.
I stripped down and grabbed my new wireless Magic Wand.
“What are you going to fantasize about?” he asked.
“I think I’ll go with recalling some erotica I read earlier today about a virgin who gets impregnated on an island by a caveman, that was pretty hot.”
He nodded, then offered, “Here’s what I think you’d be into – imagine Matthew calls you up and is with another woman and is giving her an orgasm and wants you to listen.”
“OH that sounds good, too, I like it! And no doubt he’ll get off, too!”
With that, I was ready to rock. RIGHT as I was about to hit record, my next door neighbor fired up his motorcycle right outside my bedroom window! Arrghh!
My Doctor said, “We can wait a minute, he’ll leave soon.”
By Kendra Holliday | November 26, 2018
An interview with a man whose wife keeps him under lock and key. Literally. This interview is all about male chastity.
The Beautiful Kind: How long have you been married?
Chaste Hubby: We have been married for 2 years and together for 5. She moved in with me after about 5 weeks of dating.
TBK: Are you sub and is your wife Domme?
CH: When I am in chastity, I am sub but we like to switch. Depends on the mood.
TBK: How did the male chastity thing first come up?
CH: I always thought the idea of a woman having control over a man’s most private parts to be very erotic. I have always enjoyed some type of erotic restraint so lock & key chastity was a natural progression.
TBK: What does it MEAN exactly? You’re denied sex? Or orgasm?
CH: I receive orgasm or sex when she feels it is appropriate. On her terms.
TBK: Do you wear a chastity belt?
CH: Yes. When I am in chastity I am locked in a CB-3000 male chastity device. (Ed note: Click on the link for more info about this device. It’s made of plastic, has vents for cleaning and urinating, and is light weight. They recommend that you use a plastic lock in place of the brass padlock when traveling so you don’t set off alarms.)
TBK: Ooh, what does it do?
CH: It prevents erection, and when I become aroused it has a set of points installed that reminds me that I am doing something or thinking of something that is not allowed. She has both keys & for the most part wears them on some part of her body. Necklace, belly chain or anklet. Seeing the keys to my freedom/release on her otherwise nude body is torment in itself.
By Kendra Holliday | November 16, 2018
I get a lot of men I don’t know who contact me out of the blue and want me to be intimate with them. They are so eager and want it RIGHT NOW.
Intimate can mean talking, cuddling, getting naked, touching, vanilla sex, domming, roleplay, pegging, sounding, beating, the list goes on and on…
I LOVE sharing intimate space with others, whether it be platonic, vanilla, freaky, or fucked up.
But I REFUSE to be intimate with people I don’t know, even if they pay me a million dollars.
Why? Because I want to feel safe and comfortable. I want to be brought up to speed.
So, here is the key to your happiness:
I assume you’ve seen my stuff online and you’ve done your homework. You’ve read some posts, tweets, YouTube vids, and feel like you can get REAL with me.
But! Slow your roll! I don’t know YOU AT ALL.
Imagine if I came at you out of the blue using a pseudonym and cartoon avatar, and you had NO idea what I look like, if I was genuine and meant you no harm, and I grabbed you by the inbox and asked you to go down on me TODAY.
Would you have questions? I hope so!
Here’s the deal:
My house rules: First hour meeting is talking only, second hour is intro intimacy session. I never agree to be intimate with someone sight unseen, hence the one hour talking consult first.
— Kendra Holliday 😻 (@TBK365) November 16, 2018
Meeting in person for one hour getting to know each other is bare minimum for me to commit to more. I have a formula in place for building intimacy and trust. So many men want to jump ahead and it doesn’t work that way in reality, only in fantasy.
— Kendra Holliday 😻 (@TBK365) November 16, 2018
If you want to get freaky with a woman, you need to take a few steps in order to get there. Unlike you, she is not in your head & ready to rock right now. She needs to feel safe and comfortable first. THEN it can get freaky!
— Kendra Holliday 😻 (@TBK365) November 16, 2018
Make sense? Thank you. Now slow down and follow my rules. If you don’t, you are experiencing dickful thinking and you waste my time and we both get frustrated. 🙁
If you can take a moment and see the bigger picture – the one that involves not only your dick, but also your body and mind, and me as a person who cares about you, and we’re both in this big confusing world together – THEN we can make your fantasies come true!
And we can ALL be fulfilled.
By Kendra Holliday | November 9, 2018
I’m 45 years old, turning 46 on Mar 23! Here is my life trajectory so far:
1973: I’m born in North Dakota. Brrrr!
1974: My family moves to Dallas, Texas.
1975: Who the hell knows.
1976: My brother is born.
1977: Um, Elvis dies?
1978: My sister is born. My brother throws up. I remember my first dream; I’m kidnapped by Captain Hook and held hostage with Raggedy Ann and Andy. He cuts off my foot and it looks like SpaghettiOs.
1979: My family moves to St. Louis.
1980: My baby brother is born, and dies two days later. My mom tries to kill herself several times, and when that fails, she burns his name into the back of her hand with a soldering iron. She is never the same again. A very dark time.
1981: Life still sucks. My mom is a complete wreck.
1982: My brother is born. My grandmother dies.
1983: I get molested by an older, adopted brother. It SUCKS. I get sent to therapy, and I don’t know why. I think I’m being punished. I am a victim.
1984: I have my first lesbian encounter. It’s hot and naughty. I’m 11.
1985: My baby sister is born. I drop her on her head, but don’t kill her. Skeptical about god’s involvement, I become an atheist.
1986: I hit puberty and middle school, and lose all my artistic talent and confidence. My family is poor white trash, and I am branded a zitty nerd. It sucks.
1987: My mom keeps getting crazier and crazier. It makes me crazy, and I attempt suicide. I spend time in three different mental hospitals. I lose my virginity to a 24 year old creep with a mustache because he keeps badgering me and I finally give in. It sucks.
1988: My moms tries to kill herself again. I put pressure on her slashed, gaping arms as my dad calls the ambulance. She gets hospitalized a lot, and OD’s, and gets shock treatment. I fuck around and feel very confused. It sucks.
By Kendra Holliday | November 8, 2018
I’ve had a lot of people contact me about their sexual issues, but this is the most baffling one I’ve come across to date. Can you help me help my friend?
He can’t feel his orgasms.
He’s lacked all sensation for about ten years. Before that, he was able to feel them on and off, until the feeling finally faded away altogether.
He didn’t feel the very first time he had intercourse with a woman, but he remembers a time when he was getting a blowjob in a car that felt good. That was about the last time.
He’s in his late 40’s, shy, single, physically fit.
I asked him if he had any emotional or physical trauma around the time he started lacking sensation. He told me no.
He’s been to two urologists and one neurologist. His next step is to get an MRI.
He’s had all his blood levels checked. He’s had a history of low testosterone levels and depression, but is currently not on any medications.
He masturbates a few times a week, always hoping to feel something, and when he doesn’t, he’s left empty, sad, dissatisfied and frustrated.
I asked him if I could see what he’s talking about for myself. He was open to this, so one night I had him over. I wanted him to feel as relaxed as possible, so I lit candles, put on soft music, and wore a robe over some lingerie.
When he arrived, we sat on talked on the couch for a while holding hands. Then I led him back to my bedroom where I slowly undressed him. As we shed his button down shirt and jeans, I kissed and caressed him. I removed my robe and had him lie down on the bed face down. I explored his body, touched it all over, asked him questions here and there about how he was feeling, if he was ticklish. I softly massaged him with warm oil.
Then I had him turn over. His circumcised penis was erect. I kissed his neck, stroked his chest, ran my hair over his body, slowly working my way down to his cock. When I finally got there, I took my time. I grasped it in my hand. It continued to swell. I slowly started jerking him off. He closed his eyes.
His legs tensed and his thigh muscles flexed. His cock head grew large and purple. Finally he ejaculated normally, but get this – his breathing didn’t change and he didn’t feel the release.
His body appeared to respond to the stimulation from the waist down, but from the waist up, he was unaffected. I asked him if this time with me was similar to the outcome when he was solo, and he said yes.
How do you cure Anhedonia (lack of pleasure)? He also reported he doesn’t really taste food!
Readers, any suggestions? Have you ever experienced anything like this? Do you think his issue is mental or physical? Autism spectrum? Sensory Processing Disorder? What kind of doctor should he see? What kind of medications or supplements might he suggest to the doctor? Do you think he needs a different, less traditional form of stimulation? Does anyone know of a clinic that could run tests on him?
By Kendra Holliday | November 6, 2018
You heard it here first: You’re going to start seeing a lot of coverage on ABDL fetish/orientation in the coming months.
From a website called Infantalism.org:
I wear nappies every night, I have been an adult baby for ten years now but never liked pooing my nappy but like the feel of a full one. Now when I want that full nappy feeling I pour a large tin of rice pudding down it and I get the feel of a full nappy, it is perfect and no pooey smell.
An interview I conducted with a 25 year old man who is into being an adult baby:
Q: When did you first get interested in infantalism?
A: I like every aspect of ABDL (Adult Baby/Diaper Lover) infantilism, and have been involved since I was 8 years old. I got involved in it by wearing diapers and sucking my thumb. When I got older, life got more stressful, so I started using bottles and pacifiers.
Q: Can you think of a specific memory that influenced you?
A: My trigger point was probably when I was around 7 close to 8 and I saw my cousin who was 3 years old getting his diaper changed and it looked so comforting and relaxing to be changed and wear a diaper, so it probably started there but not sure. I did steal diapers from him a few times, just to try them on and I enjoyed it and that’s really when I started liking them and it went from there. I also made diapers a lot of times at that age out of towels, and trash bags, and even my moms pads sometimes just for the feeling of something.
Q: What do you like about it?
A: I am most definitely more comfortable wearing a diaper than underwear. A diaper to me feels like a big hug that does not go away. I love wearing diapers for comfort and relaxing. I like dressing like a baby too, I have diapers, a onesie, baby bottles, adult size pacifier. I just like to let my inner child come out to play when I am regressing to a baby. I like my pacifier and diapers the most probably. When I am a baby it is about comfort and just letting everything go for a little while and relaxing.
Q: Do you have control over your baby urges?
A: Sometimes I cannot control when the baby comes out in me or mostly toddler. When I have had a babysitter, it usually just came natural for me to regress to a baby. I don’t remember a lot about being cared for and loved as a baby, but it is a big part of it of being a baby to me now.
By Kendra Holliday | October 24, 2018
Ed Note: I’m so glad I captured the first time my partner Matthew and I made love…this was first published in Nov 2008. Celebrating 10 years of love!
We are sitting on the couch where we had our first Cuddle Movie night six months ago. Soft music is playing, a candle is lit. We’ve spent the past couple hours talking, updating his online dating profile, catching up. We are terrific friends, but I want more than that. I sit close to him, but really I want to crawl right inside him – I can’t get close enough.
I watch his every move hungrily and shyly – I pay attention to how his great hairy arm flexes as he cuts into a tight, round pluot streaked with red and orange with a paring knife. He balances a slice on the end of the knife, looks me in the eye, and offers it to me.
I reach to take it, think again, lower my hand, and allow him to insert the knife inside my open and waiting mouth.
“Careful,” he whispers as the fruit slides off the blade. I bite down on the sweet, firm flesh.
He switches to hand feeding me, and his fingers touch my lips. I feel like a baby bird – at least, inside I’m clamoring, frenetic…
He finishes feeding me, sets aside the plate, and puts a paw on my neck and kneads it.
“You’ve got a knot,” he murmurs. “Come down here,” he gestures to the floor in front of him, and I kneel facing away from him. He rubs his rough hands together rapidly to generate heat. I close my eyes as he lays those hot hands on my neck…the back of my head…and works my kinks out.
He takes one of my braids and slides off the band, then loosens it. My hair spills silky through his fingers, falls loose down my back…he undoes the other. My head tingles at the gentle ministration.
Love washes over me.
I can’t stand it anymore. Even though I am nervous, I stand up, face him, take a deep, shuddering breath, and climb onto his lap. I straddle him like a horse. I almost expect him to shove me away, it’s like a dream, too good to be true, but he allows me melt into him…
By Kendra Holliday | September 26, 2018
Back in March, I went to London to present at Eroticon conference. While there, I finally met famous fellow sex blogger, Molly Moore.
She introduced me to a London based adult toy company, Hot Octopuss. Hot Octopuss “creates next generation toys that are designed to fit into people’s lifestyles.” Their aim is “to create products that go beyond conventional thinking and challenge perceptions of how sex toys should look and function.”
With so many toys on the market, this is a lofty goal, but they certainly pull it off.
Not only do they strive to create unconventional products, they embrace the fact that we live outside a hetero-normative porn screen. Their edgy website features provocative images of gender blending – their models redefine sexy confidence! Mmm, that sexy bearded gent with the classic look!
They sent me two of their products to check out and review. I eagerly opened up the package as soon as it arrived.
I’ll cover the Queen Bee first.
The design is quite unusual – most vibrating toys are pink and purple, but this one comes in gunmetal grey. When I showed it to people, they immediately thought of a hairbrush or microphone.
I’m sure you could leave this around and people would have NO idea it was meant for genital stimulation.
The style wasn’t great for me, though the paddle shape made it easy to hold. Unfortunately, the sound was the dealbreaker for me. Hear for yourself:
By Kendra Holliday | September 23, 2018
Last Saturday was the night of the Super Moon, the one time of year when the full moon would be closest to Earth.
We had spent the day hopping from friend to party to friend to parade, drinking and being merry – it was a full day. It was a LOT of day!
It was a great day.
After the craziness of a busy festival in Soulard, we chilled at our friend Shine’s house. It was a stark contrast to the packed street party that was jammed with people, bright lights, and HEAT – Shine’s house was cool, dim, and surrounded by resting plants. It was just the four of us.
She mentioned that the night before, she had been to Monks Mound to celebrate the moon. Monks Mound is in Cahokia Mounds, across the river in Collinsville, IL. Monks Mound is the largest human-made mound in the country. She spoke of how powerful it was to be so close to the moon, fog in the valleys, the energy of all the people who had once been there…. 20,000 people lived there, making it larger than London in 1250 AD.
After a raucous family dinner, we made our way over to Illinois. The surrounding area was a little eerie – rundown homes, race track, landfill, liquor stores, ghost towns – a lot of buried dreams.
It was dark. We parked near the mound. Technically the place was closed, but it felt like a free country and we meant no harm, so we ventured out into the moon-drenched surrounding meadowscape.
I was barefoot, wearing a soft, flowing moon dress. We held hands and walked toward the looming mound. No one was around.
Up the first level we went, then the second. Finally, we were at the top. (more…)
By Kendra Holliday | September 12, 2018
I LOOOVE podcasts. Do you listen to any? I hear that only 1 in 5 people do. They’re SUCH a wealth of information, community and connection.
Below are podcasts I’ve been featured on – the most recent is at the top.
July 8, 2018: Ethical Society of St. Louis: When You Wish Upon a Star: What We All Truly Desire
August 20, 2017: About Sex with Angela Skurtu: Thorn and her Mother Kendra Holliday – Asexuality, Raising a Child to be Sex Positive – A Teen’s Perspective
August 2, 2017: Family Affairs: Sex-Positive Parenting, featuring Sex Worker Kendra Holliday and her 16 year old daughter!
July 23, 2017: About Sex with Angela Skurtu: Sex Surrogate Kendra Holliday and her partner Matthew discuss Polyamory, Masculinity, and anything Kinky
July 16, 2017: About Sex with Sex Therapist Angela Skurtu: Sex Surrogacy with Kendra Holliday and her partner Matthew
April 25, 2017: 057: BDSM: Shame, Humiliation, & Funnel Cakes
I had so much fun discussing creative sex play and humiliation with host Ben Robbins.
This one followed up an interview we did a month earlier.
March 25, 2017: 054: Escorting, Specialty Fetish and Non-Traditional Sex Therapy
Ah yes, good times!
Strangers podcast was by far the most popular one, where I talk about Sex Surrogacy.
April, 2016: Sexistential
Host Lea Thau visited me at my home. It was a nice change having a microphone stuck in my face instead of a penis, LOL!
March 28, 2011: Interview with Sex is Fun, all about my painful coming out process as a sex-positive activist.
October, 2010. Another interview about my coming out, this time with Life on the Swingset, right as it was happening.
October, 2010. This one is all about anal! with Life on the Swingset. I love how Cooper Beckett was celebrating pegging back before it was all the rage!
Those are all the ones I remember. I’ll keep this post updated with any new interviews. I’d love to have my own podcast, but I know how much time and energy it takes.
What are your favorite sex or human interest podcasts? Are there any you’d like to see me featured on?
I like Guys We Fucked, RISK!, Savage Lovecast, The Intimate Lifestyle, HiPPiE WiTCH, and Death, Sex and Money. One I just learned about is The Manwhore Podcast – he recently conducted an interview with an erotic massage sex worker as he received a happy ending! Another one new to me is The Mental Illness Happy Hour – the host often covers sexual shame and secret fantasies. It gets pretty deep. Check out the survey section on his website!
By Kendra Holliday | September 8, 2018
I meekly knocked on his door.
He opened it. He was huge, imposing. He intimidated me with his silent strength. He had gleaming curls and his cheeks were rough. He was like a great big bear, so powerful. He gazed down at me.
Wordlessly, he ushered me in.
I did not know it, but he was a King.
He drew me a bath. He brought me his robe to wear. I replaced my worn cloak with his clean robe. I swam in it, the hem brushed the ground.
As the bath filled, he sat me on his lap and listened to me tell him of the places I had been that day.
I was so tired, so grateful.
He held my hand as I eased into the hot, fragrant water. Melting, I soaked away all my worries.
When I was ready, he stood me up and draped my wet body, and led me to his bed.
I slipped the robe off and slid gratefully into the bed. It was piled high with soft bedding, and smelled of spices and herbs. I snuggled down and effortlessly drifted off to sleep. He left me to rest.
I was awoken by him getting into bed with me. My body prickled at his nearness. I could smell him.
He pressed his body up against me, and put his big arms around me. He pulled me into him. He breathed in my ear. I shivered.
He caressed my curves. He kissed my breast. He worshiped me.
He said, in low, measured tones: