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I am the 'Whore of Babylon' it seems ...
11:09PM on April 28, 2008

I got some 'moralist' hatemail in my outlook box today.  I was definitely for me and not a circular cos it mentioned particular videos and photos that I'm in.  It had a very religious bias too.  It seems that if I don't repent and stop being rude I will be struck down and my immortal soul will spend eternity in a lake of fire.  Not quite sure how that works since it's the corporeal body that has the nerve system and pain receptors and one is rumoured to leave that behind according to their own manual ...but heigh ho ... who am I to spoil their delusions?  I stopped having an invisible friend at 5.

It appears that I am also 'demeaning women' by getting me baps out for the lads and am being 'victimised' by the people who watch me!  Well spank my bottom and call me Wendy - I never even suspected I was a victim - I mean - no one sent me a badge or anything ... I've never even been to a meeting!  Sheesh !!

Don't get me wrong, I know that some poor souls are exploited in the sex industry,  folk with low self esteem and poor levels of confidence etc., who end up being controlled by unscrupulous people for the purpose of making them money ... and I agree that is a bad thing, however, I only ever use my own images of me, any co-stars are fully consensual volunteers and no small furry creatures are ever harmed in the making of my content.

I was at first amazed then amused that anyone would bother sending such a missive.  Then I thought about it some more and began to feel mildly annoyed.  The thing that annoyed me most was the self-rightous assumption that simply because I am an overtly sexual woman I must be morally bankrupt, a traitor to my gender and some sort of weak victim who needs 'rescuing'.

It's not the first time that I have encountered such an attitude ... but it has been a few years since it has been flung in my face like that.  Anyway, since there was a return address I sent them the following response.  It won't make any difference to them I'm sure - but it made me feel better. 


 

Sex Parties - Gotta love 'em !
10:38PM on April 27, 2008

A lot of folk have been asking me about the Rude Revel parties here in the UK since I posted a couple of collections of pictures taken at these monthly get togethers I hold for like minded Sexual Adventurers so I thought they might be worthy of a blog entry.

Just to give a little background ... the Rude Revels have been running monthly for 5 years. I started them because I was bored with the standard 'meat market' attitude of most swingers clubs and the 'cliqueness' of other types of events. They are not specifically 'swinging' or 'fetish' parties ... their focus is Sexual Adventuring so a wide variety of erotic tastes can be found going on at each event.  Couples, singles, TV/TS, hetro, bi, exhibitionists, voyeurs, BDSMers, swingers, group sex enthusiasts - all are welcome whatever legally floats their boat, none are 'judged'.

There is no pressure on anybody to get physically sexually involved if they don't want to ... this is a fun and sexy social event where the 'normal' boundaries of repression do not apply, so you can be as rude as you like ... if you like ... and let 'elegant sexuality' abound !!!

Everyone is expected to play nice, be polite and respect personal boundaries ... not every one coming to a party wants to be jumped all over, so all activity must be consensual and all partygoers are bound by the golden rule "Ask first and No always means No !!!"

Each Rude Revel is themed, the most recent one was 'April Showers' hence my natty 60s retro PVC mac, thigh boots and transparent brolly.  It is always lovely to see so many folk turn up 'in theme' and this party was no exception.  Fantastic interpretation from so many fun people.  Of course dress is optional, some ladies simply glam up in their slinkies and nude is always acceptable

As ever silly party games and entertainement kicked off the evening.  On this occasion the ever popular 'musical laps' went down well.  It's kind of a rude version of musical chairs and a great ice breaker - not that most of the regulars need the ice breaking.  That's me doing my bit for the game.

We have quite a few ladies who love the idea of being strippers/erotic dancers and so there is usually a pretty good show to watch during the run up to the witching hour.  Athletic contortions on the dance floor were well received. 

One simply cannot have an April Showers party without a wet T shirt contest and we went for it big time.  Nine comely maidens volunteered to brave the ravages of outrageous super soakers and braced themselves for the torrent.

I asked for volunteers from the audience to man the guns and was nearly killed in the rush.

One or two guys suggested they could use their own equipment but I had to draw the line somewhere ... and three high pressure soakers was felt to be  quite adequate.

Despite the use of warm water the effect of focussed jets on the nipples is quite dramatic so before long the display was quite impressive.

Of course, one should never wander about in damp clothes ... don't want to catch a chill after all so once  the soaking was considered a success  we all just had to get out of our wet things as demurely as possible, errr , not !!!


OK, I admit it, we did take a moment of vengance on one of the gunners who's aim had been deliberately errattic but you really don't want to see that.  Sufficiant to say that the words 'high colonic' were very nearly applicable.

This picture could find its way into a caption contest if I can figgure out a way to do it.

Anyhow, a jolly time was had by all participants and it wasn't only the T shirts that were positively moist by the end of it.

With the striking of midnight, like kinky Cinderellas a lot of folk somehow lost their clothes and the club echoed to those peculier grunts and squeeks that signify rudery at it's finest till 5am!

I joined a few chums on the rotunda for one of those happy impromptu sessions where they play the role of 'gang' and we play the part of the 'bang'.   Ooo-er Matron, what fun !!

I have to say that all the lads were fine upstanding gentlemen who rose to the occasion magnificently.  Jolly well done chaps, your country is proud of you.

Even in private members clubs where pretty much anything goes that is safe sane and consensual we are bound by certain laws and those of us who smoke are banished to the great outdoors,  Even so, that does not mean we have to stop the fun as shown by my li'l girl doing a little heel worship during an intermission.  Ain't she a honey?  And this photo proves the old adage "Fur coat and no knickers" ... and I'm damn proud of it too!

Hmmm - I wonder if we could do a live cam feed from the club - now theres a thought !

Love n stuff
Rudie
xxx

Hi welcome
12:14AM on February 03, 2008

Welcome to my blog spot thingy.  Hopefully I'll manage a few posts and  might even work out how to incorporate pictures to go with my ramblings

Have fun everyone.

Love n stuff,
UKrudegirl
xxx