Author Michael Samadhi

Lifestyle dominant, sex blogger, sex educator, photographer, artist, pansexual, sapiosexual, polyamorist, pagan/Buddhist, former political activist, and community organizer. I tied up a girlfriend (consensually) the first time back in 1980, and it's been a hell of a ride ever since.

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butterflies flutter thinking forever

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

Carl Sagan

Carl Sagan

I was a huge fan of Carl Sagan’s growing up.  It wouldn’t really be a stretch to say he was my biggest hero and role model.

Did that make me a geek?


I was a proud geek.  Probably still am…

The quote serves as a reminder to myself – Carpe diem!

dead men may tell no tales but loose lips do sink ships

Apparently, some Denver nurses need to take a lesson from fight club…

The first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: You DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!

Five nurses at Denver Health Medical Center were suspended for three weeks after they inappropriately viewed a deceased patient’s body and talked about it, a hospital spokesman confirmed to Denver7 Investigates Tuesday.

A tip to Denver7 said the nurses disciplined admired the size of the deceased patient’s genitals and at one point opened a body bag to view parts of the body. A hospital spokesman confirmed details of the incident.

A different nurse heard one of the disciplined nurses make a comment in May that the nurse felt was inappropriate and reported it to hospital staff, Denver Health Medical Center spokesman Josh Rasmussen said.

“Multiple staff members viewed the victim while he was incapacitated, including after he was deceased,” a Denver Police report says.

The Denver Post, Denver nurses suspended for opening body bag to admire man’s genitals

violating a dead man

On the surface, this seems to be a humorous incident.  Some nurses got carried away, got a little naughty, and paid a fairly steep price for their indiscretion.

Three weeks without work or pay is a relatively strong penalty, isn’t it?


At least that was my first thought.

Then I got thinking a little deeper, the peeking incidents might be a little more serious than they appear at first glance.  What if the shoe was on the other foot?  What if this was a young female deceased with charismatic genitalia, and it was male nurses who were peeking.  Would the response have been similar?

I think not…

My guess is that would have been no laughing matter, and that the penalties likely would have gone beyond a mere suspension.  I’d guess those hypothetical male nurses peaking at a dead woman’s genitals would have faced criminal charges.  It’s not beyond belief to think that they would have been charged with some form of criminal sexual assault.

The facts of the matter are simple.  A dead man’s privacy was seriously violated, multiple times.  To my perspective, although there was no actual physical contact, his body was violated too.

It’s not like civilized society allows people to go around peaking at other’s genitals.  Ya know?

“don’t say I never gave ya nothin”

Dan von Hoyel presents…

Call me a lifelong learner.  It’s a moniker that actually fits a large percentage of the kink community.

We are the folks who (among other things) attend events and classes to continue to develop our skills and knowledge.  I think of it as a sort of “continuing education” for kinksters.

Today’s topic is not one that will give you a new skill.  Instead, it’s a history lesson.  While some folks find history to be boring, I’m the exact opposite.  I’m of the mind that you can’t understand the present if you don’t know the past.

With that in mind, I’d like to share a lively (not to mention informative) presentation by the incomparable Dan von Hoyel.  If you’ve heard of the “Two Knotty Boys”, you already know of Dan, he was 1/2 of that unit  Professional riggers who freely shared their knowledge and skills, J.D. and Dan are no longer a team, but their educational efforts teaching rope bondage are legendary…

It is unthinkable for a Frenchman to arrive at middle age without having syphilis and the Cross of the Legion of Honor.

André Gide

killer spirochete

Dan’s presentation is entertaining, not to mention full of facts most of us probably never knew.

But, that’s not the only reason I shared the video.  I also must admit that syphilis is a topic of special interest due to family history.

My paternal Grandfather died in a sanitarium.  Cause of death?  Syphilis!

Yes, even in the 20th century, if left untreated, the little sexually transmitted spirochete bacteria could kill.

734 Centerfolds in an hour? Meh…

Christina Cauterucci looks at all 734 Playboy centerfolds in a single sitting for Salon…

There’s no wrong way to read Playboy’s new coffee table book of naked ladies. You can breeze through the encyclopedic collection of centerfolds in chunks, stopping when a shiny lower lip or well-groomed clitoral hood catches your interest. You can use the index to find a favorite Playmate, if you’re the kind of person who has a favorite Playmate. You can turn to the year you were born or bat mitzvahed and see what the residents of dudeland were drooling over that month. You can flick the pages like a flipbook, watching faces and skin blur together like a demonic wormhole that really, really wants to have sex with you.

But if you’re going to drop up to $75 on an 8 1/2-pound volume of exposed flesh, I’d recommend taking an hour or so to leaf through the entire thing, page by page. Playboy: The Complete Centerfolds, 1953–2016 offers exactly what it advertises: every single centerfold the magazine has published through February of last year. That is a remarkable number of bodies to trap in one volume. Taken together, they offer a kind of biological survey few humans will experience in their lifetimes. Even the world’s busiest doctors and most-overbooked porn stars don’t see 700-some-odd naked women in a single hour.

If you take this route, as I did on Thursday afternoon in a painstakingly sequestered corner of the Slate office, you will catalog approximately 1,400 nipples of various shades, textures, and surface areas. You will see several hundred labia and, if you have a set, think carefully about your own. You will despair at how the satin robe and garter belt industries have escaped any attempts at meaningful innovation in the past half-century. You will wonder why, in the 2010s, just as Earth was experiencing the hottest temperatures in recorded history, all women suddenly got visibly cold.

Christina Cauterucci

Salon, What I Learned By Looking at 734 Playboy Centerfolds in One Sitting

By the time I was coming of age, in the 1970’s, Playboy was already being seriously challenged by its competitors.  As far as I was concerned, that was a very good thing.

I was never really a big Playboy guy, it was really too vanilla for me.  I was more a fan of Penthouse, which was far more to my taste.  Penthouse had better letters (at least for my sensibilities) and I felt that its photoshoots were far more interesting too.  Playboy was for my Dad’s generation, it seemed, Penthouse was for mine.

I had a cousin who worshipped at the altar of Hugh Hefner.  I’ll never forget him classifying all of Hefner’s competitors as being akin to gynecological handbooks.  I told him that it was a shame he liked bush more than pussy.

Later on, a few years down the road, my cousin went to work for the Republican Party.  At that time, I accused him of liking Bush more than pussy.

Some things never change I guess…


I’ve never been a big centerfold fan, just as I’ve never been agog of celebrity.  While I could envision having Playboy: The Complete Centerfolds as part of my personal sexuality library, I’m also sure there are dozens of other books I’d rather own.

In the end, I’d probably classify this weighty tome (844 pages – 8.4lbs shipping weight @ Amazon) more as a book of art than a picture book.  Playboy’s airbrush artists seem as endemic to High Hefner’s vision as the actual photographers and models.  These women are far from “real”, in almost every manner, shape and form.

I’m sure if someone paid me, like they did Christina Cauterucci, to read through the whole thing in a single sitting, I could.  But, most likely that’s what it would take.

Sorry, Mr. Hefner, that old cliched joke about buying Playboy for the articles was far more true than you might have thought.  At least it was in my case…

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