Let's Go Back To The Start


Let's Go Back to the Start

For my first personal blog post, I thought I'd take us back. Not all the way back, just a little over a year ago. To where it all started.

In Sept 2012, I was sitting on the beach in Maui doing some serious sea-gazing (since I can't swim) & I realized I wanted so much more for my life. For the last 8 years I had worked everyday from 9am to 7pm & beyond with not much to show for it. This didn't sit we'll with me. As I stared off into paradise I wondered if things would ever change. I watched my friends continue to experience great success in their careers, but I could see the path of my own career approaching a crossroads... or inter-sex-tion (get it)! 



Actually, let me go back just a little further, about 7 months before Maui in Feb 2012.  Thats when a very special person came into my life; James Deen! (For my friends reading this, I know...I know, but please keep reading!)

Anyone who really knows me is aware that I'm highly sexual by nature. But Deen stoked the flames in my loins x 10! After seeing JD on ABC's Nightline I'll admit, I was obsessed. I spent countless hours gathering info on Deen & many sleepless nights mesmerized by how effortlessly he seemed destroyed his female co-stars. Constantly making eye contact while fucking & whispering dirty somethings their ears.  His big blue eyes and huge cock grabbed hold of my heart & my vagina! Mostly though, Deen's propensity for not giving a fuck is what I loved most about him. Yeah he's a 5'8 Jew pornstar, So the fuck what?

Excuse me. I apologize. Sometimes the thought of Deen knocks me off track. (Whooooo Lordy Bee)  So where was I again? 

Oh yeah, at that crossroad of life!

Shortly upon returning to the mainland & back to real life, and ready for a change, an amazing opportunity to meet JD presented itself (and boy did I make the best of it). This was going to be the happiest day of my life but at the same time I remember being extremely self conscious about meeting a pornstar who gets to bang hot chicks everyday that look nothing like me. I was first in line to meet him but I let some cute lil *Deenager* (whose mom brought her to the sex shop) go ahead of me because I was scared of how HE would feel that this big black girl (me) was his so-called #1 Fan. But to my surprise Deen was so cool with me. He instantly made me feel comfortable & accepted. He chatted with me, took pics, shared pie & we made a lil video of our own. Everyday I thank God & the universe for James Deen because he inspired me to push passed my fears & be the baby panda I know I am & do whatever the fuck I want. (See bottom for baby panda explanation)


Meeting James Deen & a series of universal events brought me to this point today. I was inspired to finally stop talking about becoming a sexologist & start doing something about it! And I am! By writing this blog every week, I'm putting my intentions into the universe. I want to provide honest & funny insight into areas of sex that interest me and will hopefully entertain you! 

Inter-Sex-Tion is a place where the internet & sex collide & where I can truly express myself & further explore ways to bring more sexess into our bedrooms. Please join me on this journey! 

Till next time, enjoy sex! 
XXX & Luv, 
LT 

***Notes*** 
Deenager - term originally used to describe the teenage fans who are obbessed with Deen, but now is a title taken on by anyone of any age who loves James Deen! 

James Deen is a Baby Panda - During the Kink.com Panda Gangbang (yes 5 dudes dressed in Panda costumes banged a chick) James Deen was named a baby panda because he was the smallest of all the guys. He embraces this and he's been a baby panda ever since.  "I AM DESTRUCTO THE BABY PANDA AND I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!" - James Deen 


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