Move along, Family, nothing to see here...

One of the worst things about having my whole family on my personal Facebook is that, in the past 24 hours, at least one of them has likely seen me "like" four different wineries, the Philly chapter of a suicide prevention organization, multiple rape counseling centers, and a national association for depression and mood disorders.

Um...it's research?

Honestly, I just want to tour the wineries; I'm doing a 5K to support the suicide prevention group because I think it's an important cause; I'm looking for a job at the counseling centers; and...well, I'm a depraved bastard who's interested in mood disorders. *shrug* Y'all raised me.

It's possible I'm too old to twerk...

Well... I mean, come on... It's been far too long since I've publicly embarrassed myself.

Frisky Friday: Girls Night Out Striptease Dance Party:

In case you don't have Facebook (and GOOD for you, fight the power!), there's more info on the venue site.

Embracing my sexuality via total embarrassment.

Today I took an Intro to Burlesque class at Kink Shoppe, which means I turned BEET red as I flaunted my flat ass in front of a room full of people, took my shirt off (tank top underneath), and had it reaffirmed that it's hot when I play with my hair.

  

Don't ask, don't tell

My running game is totally sexy until you learn my headphones are blaring Mandy Moore's "Candy."

Ssshhh...

My handbasket is lubricated.

In today's news: Top 5 places I never thought to put the body of Christ.  

Wait, though...If the guy goes down on me after, is that, like, communion?

Happy Sunday, all. Go shop at Kink after church -- they'll fill you with the Spirit. (Spirit fingers? No, wait...)

P.S. Tee hee -- "inbox."