By Natalie French

Date: Monday, 2 November 2009

Okay, I went for a long walk thinking about the battle for Marriage Equality in Maine and here is what I came up with.

I think we should have votes all over the country on who is allowed –or required–to get married.

Should people who have no intention of having kids be allowed to get married?

If you have at least three kids are you required to marry? There are a lot of GLBT families who want to adopt kids and plenty of unwanted pregnancies heading toward abortions. Are the hellfire Christians just too proud to admit that we are here, we’re queer, and we can solve that problem?

A mandatory marriage mobile will arrive at the houses of randomly chosen single straight people (can’t tell you bland folks apart) for your required nuptials where we will decorate, cater, arrange the flowers and play great dance music for the reception. Seriously, is there anything gayer than a wedding?

Are celebrities allowed to marry more often than every three years? I think we should vote on who marries Britney, Angelina and Clooney next.

Should boring people be required to marry each other to get them off the cool singles scene?

Are ugly people allowed the same civil rights as those of us who are charming? Who decides if you are ugly?

If you can walk down the aisle in high heels and look hot in a veil, can you legally be declared a bride no matter what gender is listed on your birth certificate?

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Natalie French is a friend of ours who lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

What do you think? Comment here.

We were thrilled to have Deborah Sundahl, creator of How to Female Ejaculate: Find Your G-Spot and Female Ejaculation for Couples, come to visit yesterday, one stop on her female ejaculation tour as she prepares to head off to Canada and Europe later in the month.

Deborah is also the female ejaculation expert who writes the “Ask Fanny Fatale” Q&A column for this blog.

Nan and Deb sat out in the garden for while, then came back for a dinner of baked pasta and mozzarella before Deb headed off to her lecture on female ejaculation at the local sex shop.

We found these pictures of Nan and Deb taking a hike up in the mountains, from earlier this summer when we last saw Deb.

This weekend, Deborah is off to Austin, Texas, for more female ejaculation workshops, then she plans to return for another few days’ visit come Monday. We’re happy to have her here!

If you have a question for Ask Fanny about the G-spot or female ejaculation, send it to askfanny at fatalemedia.com and put “Ask Fanny question” in the subject line.

To see the latest Deborah Sundahl’s latest DVD about female ejaculation, check out Female Ejaculation: The Workshop.

This week we mourn the deaths of two very different but influential people, whose lives were sweet and too short.

Edward Kennedy, the United States senator from Massachusetts known to all as Ted, championed access to healthcare, anti-apartheid and many other important causes. His colleagues genuinely liked him, whether or not they agreed with him.

“This is the cause of my life…to guarantee that every American…will have decent, quality health care as a fundamental right and not just a privilege. For four decades I have carried this cause—from the floor of the United States Senate to every part of this country. It has never been merely a question of policy; it goes to the heart of my belief in a just society.”
       –Senator Edward Kennedy

RIP Ted.

Ellie Greenwich died later the same day, Wednesday, August 26, 2009. She was 69, and if the name doesn’t ring a bell, her music no doubt does. “Be My Baby,” “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home),” “Da Doo Ron Ron,” “Chapel of Love,” “River Deep – Mountain High” and, perhaps best known, “Leader of the Pack.”

Here’s Ellie Greenwich singing her song “Sunshine after the Rain,” from YouTube with pictures of the singer/songwriter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_TmFIaFUjc

It was to this music we learned to dance and to love and to make love.

RIP Ellie.

Yours in good love and sex,

Nan & Christi
nan@fatalemedia.com
christi@fatalemedia.com

This weekend I lost two babysitters because they were moving; three other friends at a Bar-B-Q are prepping to move as well as three other friends who blew off the party to pack up the truck. The 20-something babysitters are moving back in with their folks because the economy is ruining their summer of love.

A couple of my other friends, though, are doing THE MOVE-IN. The big one, with lovers. Cue: the U-haul joke.

Frankly, I’m a Libra—we aren’t the Cancer nesters, but dang it we love love and it’s so-o-o-o-o romantic for us to move in with a lover. I of course never want to unpack. The whole thing scares me and discombobulates me. I frantically open the Champagne that’s meant for celebration later and walk around in circles staring at boxes and getting more and more confused until I end up in a full nervous breakdown, at which point said lover realizes it’s her job to make passionate love to me to make me forget my worries.

(The problem is inevitably that I have more stuff than I have containing objects like dressers. I guess I need to grow up and pay for dressers instead of just finding them on Big Trash day. I digress. That’s either a Planet Green column or an HGTV piece, depending on which way you go.)

People get really intense when moving. Either you are not sentimental and you can throw random items like your shampoo, dildo and incense all into the same box without a thought. Or you are the opposite and every item that you pick up requires a judgment on your entire life: Is this Mustang Ranch coffee cup the first cup that her lips touched in my house? If you sell it in the garage sale does it mean she is nothing to you?

Anyhoo—in Hard Love we focus on the breakup and the Ex-Sex with good references to couch-carrying on moving day.

You would be surprised how many dykes told me that they too had had a huge Ex fight regarding the couch or other moving day extremes. Do we all owe Ex sex to anyone who carried found furniture home for us? And is it okay for the Ex to court and even fuck on that shared couch? Where is the line between slime-bag dog and utilitarian dyke?

Well, everyone does not break up after the move-in. An oldie but goodie, Suburban Dykes shows us how the serious moved-in lovers keep it hot and real.

When the doorbell rings and our loving couple opens the door to Sharon Mitchell with her bag of goodies (Nina Hartley and Pepper had ordered her as an escort to spice up their life) I cum right there without even waiting. I have the vibrator set and ready.

Listen, if butch Sharon showed up at my door I would stay married forever to my woman who ordered her up. And that’s that. The hot sex, real chemistry and gorgeous pussy shots in Surburban Dykes makes this a flick that will always stand the test of time. Just like a good move-in!

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S.I.R. Video producer and director Shar Rednour is best known for directing Bend Over Boyfriend, Bend Over Boyfriend 2 , Hard Love and How to Fuck in High Heels, Sugar High Glitter City and Talk to Me Baby.

We mourn the loss of pioneer porn star Marilyn Chambers, who died on April 12.

“My very first porn movie was Behind the Green Door, in 1975, shown on a friend’s wall on a Super 8,” Nan says. “I loved it. Later, I wanted to make porn for lesbians, and I remembered that experience of seeing real porn for the first time. Behind the Green Door, and Marilyn Chambers’ performance, were real inspirations for the founding of Fatale.”

Marilyn Chambers was 56.

Read the Los Angeles Times obituary.

Read the New York Times obituary.

Until next time, we wish you dazzling hot sex,

Nan and Christi
www.fatalemedia.com

We adore Sean Penn. Not everyone does, but we have to say that, watching Milk on the big screen, never once did we think, “Oh, Sean Penn’s doing a really good job playing Harvey Milk.” Not once. The suspension of disbelief was complete in a way that is rare these days.

Which meant that Sean Penn’s performance as Harvey Milk was, in our opinion, Oscar-worthy. We wanted him to win it, even though we thought Frank Langella’s Richard Nixon was a stellar, first-rate performance too.

Then along came Mickey Rourke. Mr. Wrestler. Hmm. Playing himself, we agreed privately. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Was Mickey Rourke was going to win best actor? Buzz, buzz, buzz.

Oh, the shouts and murmurs of the chattering classes.

So imagine our absolute thrill when Sean Penn won best actor for his portrayal of Harvey Milk. We applauded, we cheered outright, we were on our feet. Commie homo lovers. That’s us!

But it got even better when Sean Penn defended gay rights as he accepted the Academy’s award, calling for “equal rights for everyone.”

If you missed his excellent speech, you can watch it here:

Courtesy of The Telegraph.co.uk.

Barack Obama

Today is a great day for the United States and the world. We are in front of the TV watching the events leading up to the inauguration of Barack Obama to the presidency of the U.S. There is pride in our hearts.

Oh, happy day!

Nan and Christi
Inauguration Day 2009

Some of our influences and friends who died in 2008 include –

Blues and folk singer Odetta, whom we had the pleasure of seeing perform live in Upstate New York many years ago.

Paula Gunn Allen, who inspired us with her Native American lesbian sensibility.

Our friend Del Martin (right), the first woman to be married in California this past year.

The exquisite Bettie Page, the source of inspiration for at least one performer in Fatale’s films.

Eartha Kitt, whose purr was music to our ears.

These monumental women have inspired and spurred us through the years. We mourn their passing.

We were in New York not long ago, and over an Italian dinner in Chelsea, a friend told us this story:

“Years ago, I was living down in the West Village with my boyfriend. We had an apartment on Bleecker Street between Christopher and Grove. One Saturday morning we were out grocery shopping. On the way home, climbing up the stairs, we got as far as the second floor. Suddenly we just dropped the grocery bags and did it right there in the hallway of our apartment building. Five minutes! And it was utterly invigorating.”

It struck us that December is a month filled with holiday parties, racing around, shopping, more parties, gift-wrapping, family dinners…did we say parties? When so much holiday activity is swirling around, it’s easy to forget to treat yourself.

Quickies are the perfect escape…and so invigorating, as our friend discovered that day in the hallway.

Give your sweetie a quickie this season, and you won’t regret it!

Need some inspiration? Check out the dykes in the red bathroom in One Night Stand.

Happy Hanukah! Merry Christmas! Enjoy your December!

Yours in good love and sex,

Nan & Christi
nan@fatalemedia.com
christi@fatalemedia.com

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