Stay Naked Sunday: A collection of ironies
Another rainy spring day leaves me contemplating the idea of spending yet another Stay Naked Sunday in bed – my gardens are never going to get done; beauty is agony you say? Well — New York women looking to learn the beauty secrets Japanese girls have known for centuries can now get what’s known as a ‘Geisha Facial’ – no, not one of those. 
Sent to me by a reader – this article here describes the process of the geisha facial which includes the use of powdered nightingale droppings.
It’s a secret geisha and kabuki performers in Japan use to keep their skin moist and their complexion clear. From the article:
NEW YORK, New York - Beautiful, educated and skilled in the arts of music and dance, Geisha were the true renaissance women of ancient Japanese society. At Manhattan’s Shizuka New York Day Spa (7 W 51st Street), Shizuka Bernstein has introduced her latest innovation, a facial that unlocks the secrets of Geisha beauty. The Geisha Facial ($180, 50 min.) uses traditional and natural Japanese ingredients to soften, brighten and nourish the complexion. The most crucial ingredient in this unique facial treatment is uguisu no fun (powdered nightingale droppings), once a secret known only to traditional kabuki actors and the Geisha themselves.
Tho since the subject has come up (good lord… puns all over this thing today) – I never quite got what it is about the ‘facial’ that turns guys on so much. Maybe someone can explain this one to me? Because I don’t get it.
Add something else that the google-bots are now going to read here! 
Another strange irony today comes to us from the Kentucky Derby and the race for the Democratic nomination for president. All day Friday Hillary Clinton was out on the stump telling people to “Bet on the filly” — as if Hills was making some kind of weird analogy for her insane horse race against Barack Obama.
Well – ‘Big Brown’ won the race… and the filly? She came in second and then had to be euthanized on the track after breaking two ankles at the finish line.
I love a good metaphor Hills… but this just isn’t your year, is it?
And lastly – something to do with my Sanctuary. Not too long ago I wrote here about my reasons for no longer accepting comments on my erotic work, but even longer ago, almost a year ago in fact, I wrote here about writing about and confronting sexual taboos.
Sending me emails calling me “sick” or offering suggestions as to how you wish I had ended a piece of erotic fiction isn’t helpful to me.
I’m a writer – I push boundaries and I challenge assumptions and I color outside the lines. If that’s too much for you – I truly do understand. Not everyone is comfortable with what I do, and what I intend to do. This is why that material is now in a restricted part of my site and is behind a password. However, please keep in mind – if something is clearly labeled as “erotic fiction” then I think it’s probably safe for you to assume that what I’ve written isn’t about you or your daughters and it should not have any bearing on that relationship, and if I wanted suggestions for what to write about or how to end something, I would have asked.
And since I’ve never taken requests, I’m not starting now. It’s hard enough to write about my sexuality or whatever may happen to exist within the depths of my erotic core — I feel naked enough — so please keep that in mind before emailing.
The material there is presented as is. Read it. Don’t read it. Your choice.
As for me? I wish I was on a nude beach in sunny Florida today, but I’ll settle for high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets against my bare skin with my husband beside me, and a corn muffin with butter, my notebook computer and the remote.
Enjoy your Stay Naked Sunday! 
speaking of sports ironies…
file this one in your “rounders” section,
and cross-tag it to ADEPT (Another “Different Emotional Plane” Testimonial)
and IWMTR (If Women Made the Rules):
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/collegesports/2004381880_vecsey30.html
enjoy your sunday, too!