Last year on the eve of 17th May I had some guerilla activism planned. I had coordinated people around the globe to go out and dress as many of the male (and female if we found any) statues in their nearest city in drag in the early hours of the morning. Unfortunately this did not happen as my daughter decided to run away for a number of hours before I instigated the operation because she couldn’t have her friend over after school and so I was very very preoccupied with finding her.

This year IDAH was upon me before I knew it and frankly I have been so ridiculously busy this May I could not have organised a new attempt in time. So 2012 it is. This time I am starting the planning early…a whole 365 days early. If you think you have what it takes to get a team together with some snazzy drag out fits and suitable accessories (think wigs, make up, facial hair etc) please do volunteer. I shall be taking care of Melbourne and Sydney, I have Amsterdam, London and Paris covered too but if you come from anywhere else in the world there are still openings for you to be a part of it. Please email me liandra@liandradahl.com for full details of what you will need and how we will coordinated it and also release the images on 17th from as many cities as possible on a communal blog.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Li x

This mothers day I woke up at 7am. I checked my emails and had a peppermint tea. I woke my partner, gave her a lap dance to Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’ and then we fucked. After that I went to the shops and bought all the ingredients for Eggs Benedict and Eggs Atlantic (the latter is smoked salmon as my daughter has recently decided to become a pescetarian). I made breakfast which we all had at the table together, as we do for dinner every evening, and we talked about how much we love each other. After that I popped out to Vondel Park to shoot a little something in the outdoors for the website. When I got back my daughter had made me a card and was preparing her Mother’s Day dinner and dessert. We had dinner, watched the Adam’s family values together and by and large a pleasant and relaxing day was had by all.

I’ve recently had a conversation on my website forum about parenting and my sex life. It is a familiar story that people feel that being a parent and having an active sex life are incompatible things. That our sex lives have to be entirely separate from our family home life and our children should not witness us as sexual beings. This attitude is so unhealthy for us all but what is far more salient is that it is unhealthy for our children. We hide what we are ashamed of. Even if we have never told our children outright that sex is bad, hiding it utterly from them that you have and enjoy sex does this far more effectively than speaking the words out loud. In fact it is even worse because the wall of silence and pretence leaves children and their own sexualities completely lost at sea with no guidance from those closest to them who could help them the most. It is irresponsible as a parent not to talk about sex with your children. It is irresponsible as a parent not to have open lines of communication with your children about their understanding of sex and sexuality. It is irresponsible as parent to pretend to your children that you don’t have sex and that sex has nothing to do with daily life. It is irresponsible as a parent to give up sex and be miserable and resentful because the battle to reconcile parenthood and sexual fulfilment feels too hard.

Like most parents who are enjoying an active sex life, my daughter, when she was four I think, walked in on me fucking saying “mummy are you okay?” heh heh. No big deal though. Of course I stopped having sex at that point told her everything was grand, gave her a cuddle and put her back to bed. Then I went back and finished having sex. I also love having morning sex on the weekends (and weekdays if I can) so I often used to give her a movie to watch in the living room while that took place.

Once when she was about six and I was having morning sex with a lover at the time while my daughter was down stairs playing with a friend she had over for a sleepover they both snuck upstairs knocked on the door and said “you’re humping in there” giggled and squealed like loonies as they mad dashed back down the stairs. This was hilarious but unfortunately my lover was too “freaked out” about it to continue having sex. I, on the other hand, would have been fine. I don’t need to shelter people in my house, or the houses neighbouring for that matter, from the sound of sex, not even my children. This is a big part of not allowing shame about sex to get to you via parenting…our achilles heal.

Sometimes my daughter gives me shit jovially about having noisy sex that she can hear in her bedroom or elsewhere around the house and I simply tell her that she’ll thank me for the example one day and that a happy mummy makes for a happy family.

So with the advent of the VIP area www.liandradahl.com is now fully functional! YAY! Though there were a few technical glitches that caused CCBill for the main site not to function for a few days it is, as of this afternoon, trouble free and easy to access…IF… you are a VIP member. Here are some responses to the first VIP instalments…

Breezer “Wooofuckinhoooo! Can I be the first to say thank you: the VIP treats are amazing.”

Glacial Point “WOW! The two videos currently posted in the VIP area are simply stunning, certainly my favourites so far. I absolutely adore it when Li gets vocal and lets it all out, one of the loveliest sounds in the world right now”

For those of you not in the know yes I’m a shameless tease aren’t I. Anyone who desperately wishes to see what is in the VIP area will get the opportunity in December to become a VIP if they have been on a recurring subscription since they joined. For those who simply can’t wait till December well…if you can find an inventinve means to show me your devotion…as those who are current VIP’s have by keeping my company as a mere blogger all those years well…I suppose I could be open to letting one or two more squeeze in *wink*

This weekend the entire city of Amsterdam went mad and was taken over by drunk and orange coloured 16-24 year olds and incredibly loud dance music..it is locally known as Queens day and I did not partake. I’m all for a city that can hand itself entirely over for 24 hours to orange coloured youthful bacchanalia and have the entire place cleaned up by 10am the following morning. Impressive indeed I can tell you. However it was not my kind of party…I don’t like huge crowds and I really prefer to dance when I go out dancing not to jump up and down in a homogenised and tightly packed group of sweating bodies to any music provided it has the prerequisite BPM. So I staid in smoked some weed, had some beers and played chess…and that is sexier than it sounds.

When I read Cunt by Inga Muscio, about five years ago now, she recommend that we teach our daughters chess. So I taught myself and then my daughter. I taught myself at home online and then whilst I would take myself down to a local coffee shop and I would play the chess playing gentlemen who frequented it. I thank them for all I learnt. I had erotic interludes to varying degrees with two of the men I played…I did not relate my attraction to the chess we played at the time. However, I have discovered that when someone I find attractive is also good at chess, or sufficiently good enough to beat me…well my attraction to them is amplified considerably. Of course chess isn’t always sexy…wouldn’t be if I played my mother or my daughter. Then it would just be fun. However, anything that stimulates me mentally is good for my libido. I found when studying for university I would get aroused whilst learning ancient Greek or reading particularly good secondary source essays I would get wet and have to masturbate or fuck someone. If I wrote an essay I was particularly pleased with I would feel more attractive and more sexual in response and getting the highest grades or awards meant that my time at university took me to the height of my libidos potential. It’s the same with chess. I actually find a chess game a turn on especially when I have been underestimated or when I have myself underestimated my opponent. That moment when it dawns on a player that they can and will loose if they’re aren’t entirely focussed and the tension amps up makes my cunt and nipples tingle. Now that I think of it I have the same reaction to playing pool…with the right opponent/partner it can be incredibly hot…with pool I also like to gamble a little with sexual favours…winner takes all.

So…finding foreplay in unusual places…yes I highly recommend it.