Milestones even life can't get in the way of

Getting caught up with life like I do, I remembered my orgasm anniversary, which was the 28th, a half hour after it was over. It was not, as some might imagine, a day spent in orgasmic celebration, but a day spent at work, and then attending my husband's senior dinner. But that's okay. Tonight, after sex, my husband brought me to orgasm himself for the first time. It's true, he used a vibrator, but it was a real milestone nonetheless. It felt so strange to let my orgasm be controlled by someone else. I gave my fair share of direction in the beginning, and oh so desperately wanted to take over myself, but he got it. I was so happy. Although my future is still uncertain, as far as employment, where I will live, etc, I am very excited and hopeful about where I will take my sexual health in the next year.

We'll work up to it.

In virtually any advice piece written on anal, one commandment seems mandatory: "Use lube and go slowly". I'd like to apply that advice the way I approach the subject itself, for both my benefit in writing this and the comfort level of anyone out there reading this.
Butts are weird. They're kinda sexy, kinda gross. They harbor a lot of bacteria. But if approached correctly, they can be a great source of sexual pleasure for almost anyone.
For today, I'll just say this: I really like anal sex. It feels illicit and exciting in a way that nothing else does.

Now about my dildo toothbrush. A few weeks ago I bought a beautiful glass dildo. It's blue and clear and has a spiral rib to it. After the first time I used it and washed it (of course I washed it first), I noticed that the spaces in between the ribs were not getting clean. I always use hand soap and hot water to clean my toys, making sure to first take the motor parts out of toys that aren't waterproof, and then drying them with a clean towel. Anyway, I dug an old toothbrush out of the drawer and have since been using it to scrub my dildo after using it. The important thing is to make sure I don't confuse it with the one I use on my teeth!

Easter Blessings

This is a season of transformation and hope, no matter your spiritual inclination. Everyone enjoys the change of season and the promise of warmer weather soon. For Christians Easter is a time for self reflection and counting your blessings, coming out of Lent and celebrating the resurrection of Christ. For Jewish people, Passover is a time to be thankful and mediate on their freedom from bondage. The spring equinox in mid-march is observed by many varieties of Pagan and Wiccan individuals. 
For me spring is, among other things, a time to celebrate my sexuality. The anniversary of my first orgasm is in nineteen days. How shall I celebrate this? I'm currently pretty happy with my sexuality. By no means do I feel pressure to experience another milestone before April 28th. I'm fairly content as I am. I think of this more as a time to reflect on the past year and half, and the strides I have made in understanding myself and my body. It's a time to be grateful for the opportunities I have had and the things I have learned.
Right now I don't want to make any sweeping proclamations about how my life has changed. I want to end this otherwise solemn and thoughtful post with a silly announcement: I how have a toothbrush for my dildo. More on that later!

A Triumph

In the past several months my world and more specifically my worldview have undergone extravagant changes. Recently I have begun to see sexuality as the miraculous endless horizon of possibilities it really is, rather than a series of binary choices or genetic predispositions.
As regards to the marital angst I described in my previous post, I have discovered a solution that restores my husband's libido to the way it was when we were first going out. It is, to say the least, unconventional, at least in comparison to the methods I previously employed; endless discussion and sex dates and the like. I conducted this method as a sort of experiment, and accordingly I have been keeping data. Where, as I previously mentioned, sex could occur as infrequently as one a month previously, with my new solution in place, my husband and I had sex ten times during the month of January. I have since begun keeping more detailed data, including the time of day, anything unusual about the sexual encounter, and how I felt about it.
As my life continues to change it has been extremely gratifying to feel that I have the power to fix the problems that have persisted throughout our relationship. I am happier now than perhaps I have ever been before.