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Download Bedroom Radio Episode #6 (62 minutes 58MB) or Subscribe

Show Notes

Interview
Mr Melvis of Comfort Stand Records

Music
from Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka Porn Music For The Masses Volume 1
Eldad Tsabary - Lophophora Williamssii
De Zwervende Keien (The Drifting Boulders) - Wooden Shoes In Tirol
mr_melvis - Whose Fantasy Is This, Anyways? (featuring R. Stevie Moore and Ms. Demeanor)

Dancing with Myself
Tord Gustavsen Trio - “Curtains Aside” from The Ground (Thanks for the song, Jeff! If you have a song that you think I should use for this part of the show, email me.)

Very Cool Podcast
He Said, She Said

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Having a job that involves travel sounds sexy on paper, but the reality is a bit different. Driving in unknown cities, eating crap food, never sleeping as well as you do in your own bed, and long commutes down anonymous interstate. Flying doesn’t solve this problem either - it just involves having to share your breathing air with lots of germy people and drunk men oggling your breasts.

At the end of a work day on the road I am physically and emotionally drained. I want a glass of wine, something to eat, and a couple of good orgasms.

I’m not horny in any sort of sensible way. I don’t have a particular fantasy running through my head, I don’t think about kissing or groping or fucking. Hell, I don’t even think about another person. My focus is wholly selfish and personal; I just want to get off, hard. If I had another person at my disposal in this moment, I would be the worst lover in the world. I would barely let them touch me except for a back rub and cunnilingus. After that I would banish them to cuddling, I wouldn’t even pretend I cared if they got off.

After a day of teaching, sublimating my needs for everyone around me, this sort of selfishness makes sense. My feet and legs ache, my back is throbbing, and my throat is worked hoarse from being a peppy teacher all day. All I can think about is taking my mind off of it all with bath and an orgasm.

So, after a passable dinner at a local restaurant (I’ve learned to take a chance as I can’t fathom another meal at Appleby’s) I head back to my hotel with a singular mind on my trusty vibrator. At times like this, I am too lazy to use my fingers and I know that the toy will get me off fast and well.

Fuck fuck fuck. Reason #1 to pack the night before. My vibrator is nowhere to be found and I recognize that it is probably sitting on the kitchen counter with random other things that I pulled out to pack but that never made it to my suitcase. (Sidenote: If anyone looked at my kitchen counter right now, they would think they were dealing with a psychopath. I reckon it is the home of some dirty dishes, my birth control pills, a massive purple rabbit vibrator, and a pencil sharpener. I mean to pack everything but the dirty dishes.) It seems silly but the absence of my vibrator almost brings me to tears.

Possible solutions:
1. Go solo and succumb to a meek orgasm.
2. Suck it up and ask the concierge about a sex shop nearby.
3. Blog about it while I consider the dilemma.

As promised last week, I interviewed a real bonafide rock star and asked him all sorts of sleazy questions. You know you love it!

Download Bedroom Radio Episode #5 (128k - 26 minutes) or Subscribe!

Show Notes

Interview:
David Lewis Gedge of The Wedding Present and Cinerama

Music:
Cinerama - “Lollobrigida” - Disco Volante
Cinerama - “Tie Me Up” - Torino

Dancing With Myself:
Curve - “My Tiled White Floor” - Gift (Thanks to Si for the great pick! If you have ideas for songs for me to “dance” to email them to me.)

Public Service Announcement:
“How to Pick Up Girls at the Library”

Call for Submissions!
I want to know what song was playing or what song you wish had been playing when you lost your virginity! Call the comment line to share.

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I’ve been missing in action for a few days because I’ve been dealing with laptop meltdown. The conclusion seems to be that my Dell 300m is completely fucked with little chance of it getting de-fucked. So, I’ve had to move the operation over to my desktop and am frantically searching for a cheap laptop that will get me through November when I’ll be working out of town every weekend. I don’t want to hear anything from the Apple-owning peanut gallery right now. I’m still sensitive over the loss of my sweet little Dell.

Anyhow, at risk of becoming a “this is what I read in Nerve this week” blog, I had to share this essay on talking dirty because it could have been written by my boyfriend.

When my breath returned, I restarted my pushing. Her face strained in anticipation. Still, I said nothing. Another minute passed. No longer able to bear the suspense, she closed her eyes. My mind raced with possibilities: “I like my penis inside you.” “You’re beautiful.” “I am going to fuck your brains out!” “I like your pussy.” “I am so horny for you.” “You have great tits.”
It all sounded to me like lame cocktail patter at a swingers’ party. My dick was getting soft just hearing these thoughts run through my head.
Then it just happened. Under all that pressure, I coined the phrase, “You like that?!”

This essay plays out all the insecurities that the guy feels at being asked to talk dirty. I have made a similar request to my boyfriend usually in the form of asking ridiculous questions during sex like:
“What are you thinking about?”
“How does that feel?”
“Do you like that?”
He usually just sort of nods and raises an eyebrow. The only thing I can say that guarantees a verbal response is “I love you.” This is always answered with an “I love you too.”

This isn’t to say that the poor boy hasn’t tried. On occasion he will get industrious and say something about how good my pussy feels. Largely, though, he doesn’t want to talk much at all and I try not to push him. There seems to be little worse than fucking someone that is trying desperately to come up with their next line. It makes the whole thing feel like small talk.

Lately, though, as we’ve been playing with domination a bit in bed, C has gotten a bit more talky. I think that last weekend he actually said, “Do you like being my little whore?” Wow, big steps for a guy that barely moans. I loved it but I can tell that he isn’t 100% there and this is all still an act to amuse me.

Men out there. Are you self-conscious about talking dirty? Do you do it anyway? What works for you? I want to figure this out and I don’t want my boyfriend to be humiliated!

The talented Lisa Carver has an excerpt of her new memoir featured in Nerve today. She writes about her experience working as a prostitute between tours with her band Suckdog.

I get to change my personality five times a night, stepping into other people’s ideals. I can guess — from a man’s greeting, from his clothes, his eyes — who his dream woman is, and I become her. I take on her bearing, her speech, her interests. It’s a lot like my shows, except I don’t have to come up with my own character or new rhymes.

The comparison between prostitution and live musical performance caught my eye. Carver’s book is billed as a post-punk memoir so it is expected that she would tie these elements together. However, I think there is more to the comparison than convenience. While I have had little peeks into various elements of the music industry through the years, one thing I haven’t been is a musician myself. The idea terrifies me as much as it excites me. That means my opinion on this question has to be taken with a grain of salt.

Still, the analogy seems to pan out at least a little bit. It also tells us that even the most innovative/independent performers, commonly assumed to be outside the realm of commercial influence, feel the impetus to sublimate themselves before the audience. Even when money isn’t the driving factor the imperative to please the audience means that the performer (sexual or musical) has to change themselves to meet someone else’s fantasies.

This is a long show for two reasons. A) I am lazy about editing and B) my interviewee this week was so fascinating and sexy there was nothing to take out anyway.
We talked about writing, music, porn, and breakfast pastries.

Download Bedroom Radio #4 (128k, 50 minutes) or Subscribe!

Show Notes
Special Guest: Mr. Vinnie Tesla
Fiction (read by the charming author himself): Dirty
A Long Expected Party
Music: Vinnie’s Pick - Rachelle Garniez “Spike Heel”
Ellie’s Pick - Sylvie Vartan “Nostalgia” (her website is totally in French)
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Last night I spent some time at the laundromat and while I had a magazine with me to read, I forgot to grab my notPod on the way out the door. For this reason, my mind was left to wander as I folded my laundry. I realized a few amusing things:
a. thongs can’t be folded, there isn’t enough fabric to do anything with;
b. there is no fully logical pile of garments to sort a dildo harness into, slipping it in with the bras will have to do.

However, the primary thing that I noticed is that my balance of sexy/cute panties versus boring/plain ones has decidedly shifted. When I started seeing my boyfriend, C, I owned exactly zero pairs of sexy/cute panties. Seriously. In fact, it never even occurred to me to get any - I didn’t think I was sexy or cute, why should my panties be? This means that I didn’t have a single pair that didn’t come in a 6-pack wrapped in plastic. The most daring deviation from this standard were a few pairs in pink.

The first time we fooled around, it suddenly struck me that I was wearing ridiculous panties for the occasion. I was embarrassed and apologized to C; he assured me that he didn’t care and I was dreadfully sexy. I wasn’t yet in a place to believe this. However, after that first weekend together was over I asked him if he would like me to buy some sexier underthings. He insisted that it wasn’t *necessary* but admit that it would be nice. Those first purchases were very tame and from JC Penny (no joke!) but he was transfixed by a particular pair of sheer backed, lacey, black briefs I chose. They are still his favorites out of my entire underwear collection. It is a comfort to think of all of the times that I have felt his hands caress my rear through that specific piece of thin material.

As I folded laundry, I kept the panties in discreet piles, dividing them between sexy and non-sexy. When I was done, the cute underwear won out by a landslide. I realized that the last time I purchased white cotton briefs was 10 months ago when I was preparing for a trip to Turkey and a new 12-pack seemed comforting and logical. The remaining pairs from that purchase seemed sad and weak compared to the tantalizing pile beside them. There were full-lace boy shorts and low cut briefs with various silly patterns (Superman, Hello Kitty, unicorns, butterflies, flowers - even a polka-dot pair that bears a striking resemblance to a Blogger template). And there were the new additions, the thongs, that I am getting increasingly comfortable with.

It seems silly to measure myself against the vibrancy and diversity of my panty drawer. Aside from being an incredibly consumer-oriented approach, can I really say that my sexual awakening is manifested through these eye-catching bits of fabric? Oddly enough, I think I can. In the past 6 months (roughly since the start of this blog) purchasing these sorts of panties has become a given, I don’t really consider the boring ones anymore. Additionally, I have stopped wholly considering my boyfriend when making the purchase. There was a time when I couldn’t wait for him to see new underthings when I got them - I guess I wanted his approval. Now I have come to a place where I certainly love showing them off to him but it doesn’t seem necessary. I can enjoy these pretty things for myself because I am comfortable in my own skin.

The first time C licked my pussy, he had to wrestle white granny panties out of the way for access. The most recent time, he slipped his fingers under the lacy waist band of a black thong and teased my clit with his tongue through the thin panel of sheer material covering my pussy. In the 3 years that have transpired between these two instances, it is clear to me that not just the panties have changed, but also the woman inside them.

Bedroom Radio is a show about sex and music - and what happens when they work together. It is hosted by Ellie.

Download Bedroom Radio - Episode #3 (128k) or Subscribe!

On this week’s show:

Podcast Review - Professor P’s Porn Panorama

Sexy Song of the Week - The Autumns “Slow Kiss” from Le Carillon

Dancing with Myself - Beanfield “Charles”. If you have ideas about songs that I should use in this segment, email the song to me at bedroomradio@gmail.com, if I use your song I’ll mail you a mix CD!

Fiction - Night Air, Cut Grass, Damp Nylon, Wood Smoke, Cunt by Vinnie Tesla. Vinnie will be my guest on next week’s show.

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