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Five years ago, Tess was your average neurotic wife, mother and number cruncher, living in not so quiet desperation in the suburbs. Then came 9/11. Beneath the ashes a spark ignited her never quite extinguished passion for love and life and sex. Tess, newly awakened, decided to blog about her passions, D/s and other, often nonsensical,random thoughts . Urban Gypsy documents one woman’s journey in search of passion, intensity and joy. ADULT CONTENT - ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS

Who the hell at the Museum of Sex signed off on these horrifically lame and just plain stupid ads.

Bad sex is better than good sex with yourself? (Oh my god, the urge to hyper-punctuate that with a thousand question marks is so strong. Must. Resist.) Oh really? Is this the message that these dumb asses want out there. Even without Copyranter letting us in on the fact that an all male ad team created this work of genius, I could unequivocally have told you so. Fucking perpetuate these myths, why don't you MoSex? You have got to be kidding.

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Video Sex Toys Reviews - Ophoria Bliss No. 12January 3

At long last, with much ado, frustration and middling results, I finally present the premier episode of Red Room Reviews.

Filming in my dark and moody bedroom has it advantages, for one, I love it in there, but being dark and moody doesn't lend well to film. Still, I was bound (well not quite, can't have everything) and determined to have my reviews done from my bedroom where I actually use my toys and done in lingerie.

So here you go. Enjoy me making an ass of myself.

Sex Work and Making a DifferenceDecember 14 2008

I found myself at the Oyster Bar last night, talking to young man and the conversation somehow steered to sex work.He found this an odd turn of events since I first introduced myself as a boring accounting person, then mentioned sex toys which led to this discussion of sex workers and the very basic rights that they as workers, as human beings, deserve but do not get.

As I spoke, I realized how much I had learned about sex work since getting involved with the calendar project.In my tunnel vision, I had really only considered the sex workers I know.All of whom are educated, smart, middle to upper class women doing what they do because they enjoy doing it.It’s a choice and one, because of their relatively comfortable life styles, support systems and education, they can leave at anytime.Of course, I knew that there were others in different and dire circumstances, but until doing my research it didn’t seem to effect me.

But it does. The way we treat sex workers affects us all.As thinking, caring and compassionate human beings we need to realize that when we marginalize anyone, we marginalize ourselves.

The fact that the US ties HIV prevention funds to the signing of an “anti-prostitution” pledge has had a profound effect on the poorest people on this planet, those with the least resources have seen what little they had to rely on simply

The Return of the Prodigal TessDecember 8 2008

Tess as Miss February - photograph by Stacie Joy

I'm back. I took a temporary leave of absence to make some changes and get my head together. So far, the changes have been made but my head is far from together. Stress is zapping me from just about every angle but let's focus on the positive, shall we?

You'll find fiction here (oh god, please give me the oomph I need to once again write fiction. I love and miss Dar and Tess and Isabella and Gabriel) and random musings and sex toy reviews. Since my face, albeit the one photo I hated from the calendar shoot, made it into Time Out NY, I now have the freedom to make you look at me some more while I impart my thoughts and recommendations about various sex toys very kindly bestowed upon me by one of the SexBlogger calendar sponsors, the sex-positive toy store I trust, Babeland. I've always wanted to explore putting up some video on the

Cleavage of the Day - My Mom's NightieNovember 28 2008

Given the frenzy that I packed in, I am not shocked I forgot something. Well, I actually forgot two things, a nightie and my damn glasses. The glasses are the worse problem. I end up falling asleep in my contacts and attempting to pry them off my eyeballs, with long and ridiculous acrylic nails nonetheless, at 3AM.

I'll be here till Sunday. I pray to see some improvement in my dad's condition before I leave. You may see my smile in these shots but I can assure you, my heart is breaking every time I go to and leave that hospital.

Thanks to the many, many friends, both on and off line, who have been there to support me and listen and chat and distract me.

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