THE MEN & WOMEN I HAVE LOVED
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Welcome back. I told you about the worst sexual experiences I have had. What I'd like to do now is to tell you about some of the best ones. Of course, I have slide documentation.

I always enjoyed a wide variety of types of lovers.

I was lucky enough to have been with three different sets of identical twin brothers. This is Jim and Bob. The only way you could tell Jim from Bob was Jim had pubic hair and Bob didn't.

I was with some gorgeous Asian men: Chinese, Korean, Japanese; Akira was Japanese. I've rarely met anyone so sensuous and so soft and gentle. Making love with Akira was like floating on a cloud.

I was with some guys with very large penises, like Thomas Williams, who was a real pussycat.

There was Jack. Jack got off sexually just by putting on a Nazi Uniform. And he was Jewish.

Some guys I was with had their nipples pierced, like my friend, Ted.

There were also some guys that I enjoyed being with who were masochists. The masochists were always amazing. They loved to have pain inflicted. Then they would transmute this pain into pleasure and ecstasy. It was what they really enjoyed.

And there were a couple of guys I was with who were sadistic and they taught me how to do that. How to actually take pain and turn it into pleasure. That comes in really handy when you're at the dentist getting a root canal.

Danny the Wonder Pony. Danny made a true erotic art of the piggyback ride. He had this leather saddle. You'd get up on his back and he'd bounce you up and down. He was really good at it and he could do it for an hour! It was so incredible. You could actually have an orgasm getting a piggyback ride.

And there was Igor. Igor was my friend's dog. I was out in the country, up by Woodstock. I was sunning myself half-naked. Igor came running out of the house and just dove right for my pussy and started licking and licking. Well, it was his idea. It felt incredibly good. And he didn't seem to have any guilt or shame about it. So I just let him do it.

There were some guys who enjoyed getting fucked in the ass. Like my friend Billy Kerr. He liked to be fist-fucked. You could go inside him not just with your fist, but all the way up to your elbow. It was an amazing feeling. What he really enjoyed was, once you were all the way inside, if you slowly opened up your fingers and gently massaged his heart from the inside.

I have always had kind of a fetish for people in wheelchairs. This is Frank Moore. He has cerebral palsy. He can't walk or talk or feed himself. He can't fuck. But Frank has the most magnificent, wild, juicy tongue and he loves to eat pussy.

There were some guys that just like to be peed on, like Jack Smith. Some guys are just really easy to please.

I also have always had an erotic attraction for scars. I find they add interest and individuality to the body. Any kind of scar -- from wars, from surgery, or from fire. This is my lover Ray who had been very badly burned in a fire. His fingers were burned off. So were his lips and his ears and his eyelids and his hair. His whole body was covered with the most magnificent scars. I loved running my breasts and tongue and fingers over his textured body. It was such a thrill. And, I must admit, he appealed to my alien-from-outer-space fantasies.

There were several midgets and dwarfs -- in fact, there were seven. This is little Mike Anderson. He's an actor. You might have seen him on "Twin Peaks." He is very small -- everything about little Mike is tiny. Except for his hands and his cock.

This is Les Nichols who was my lover full-time for a year and a half. Les had actually been a very beautiful sexy woman named Linda Nichols. Linda decided that she wanted to become a man, so she started to take hormones, which gave her a really deep voice, had her breasts surgically removed, had a hysterectomy and had a penis surgically made. So, Les became a female-to-male transsexual, surgically made hermaphrodite, because he kept his clitoris and vagina perfectly intact and simply added the penis up above. He uses this rod to make his penis hard. This was an ideal set-up for a bisexual girl like me.

About the most unusual kinky thing I ever did was, once, I tried monogamy. For an entire year I was monogamous with Willem deRidder.

I was with some fabulous sexy women. This is Tracy Mostovoy. Although I'd had sex with women in porno movies and in prostitution, I'd never been with a real lesbian until I was with Tracy. She came over to photograph me and one thing led to another. She showed me how incredibly hot and satisfying real lesbian sex could be.

Linda Montano showed me that I could fall madly, passionately, head over heels in love with a woman.

Barbara Carrellas showed me where my G-spot was and she gave me my first G-spot orgasm.

Shannon Bell is from Toronto. We call her the ejaculator, because if you just touch her, she squirts. We have a lot of fun ejaculating together.

This is Vision. She is my lover now. Vision is a dancer. She is in great physical shape and has incredible stamina. Her thing is making love for hours and hours. I can barely keep up with her but I love trying.

Trash, here, isn't sure if she's a boy or a girl. She has this simply amazing black, strap-on dildo. It is so real to her. She can feel every little thing with that cock. And, it never gets soft.

Karen is the girl next door. She lives downstairs from me. She has wonderful big, soft breasts. She also has a penis because Karen was born a boy. I just love a woman with a penis or a man with a pussy.

I was with some incredible bodybuilders. Guys with giant necks and giant muscles and huge trophies. Roger Koch was my favorite bodybuilder because he liked to wear women's lingerie. I just loved the juxtaposition of the hard muscles and the soft lingerie. It was hot! Roger was a very dear friend. Unfortunately, Roger started getting weak and tired and stopped working out. Eventually he got really sick and was finally diagnosed as having AIDS. Roger died about two years ago.

Mark Stevens was like a brother to me. We were really close. He lived down the hall. He was bisexual, so he and I shared a lot of the same lovers. Unfortunately, Mark got sick about seven years ago and died of AIDS about a year later.

Dennis Florio was my very best friend. He was a gay man. He had never had sex with a woman until he met me. I was the first woman he had sex with. I was also the last the last woman he had sex with, because he also died of AIDS eight years ago.

Bill Browning was only 24 when he died of AIDS. He was so young and such an incredibly talented artist. He loved to decorate his body with tattoos and piercing and jewelry. I was lucky enough to be visiting Bill in the hospital the night he died. Before that, I'd never been with someone when they died. I'd never even seen a dead body. It was very difficult, but I felt very honored to be there. I'll never forget the strange feelings I had -- he had just died -- and the doctor said I should take the rings out of his pierced nipples. He was so frail; he had lost so much weight. I tried so hard not to hurt him and at the same time I knew he would never feel anything again.

Richard Mitchell was born with only one hand. He made his handicap into an incredible asset. Richard became the king of fist-fucking. Everyone loved to be fucked by Richard's stump arm. Richard was also gay, and I was the first woman he had sex with. When Richard got sick he was really sick. He even went blind from one of the opportunistic infections. For a year and a half he needed constant care. His parents really stuck by him and took care of him. With a lot of my friends, their families abandoned them so it was up to us to take care of them.

Marco Vassi was my lover off and on for ten years. He was a very talented writer; he published fifteen books. And he was also a very talented lover. Of all the guys I've been with, he was one of the top three. He just knew how to make me feel great. When Marco was diagnosed with AIDS, we were more in love than ever and we had been living together. That one was really, really tough. We went through a lot together. I want to tell you about one of those things. I was tested for AIDS -- I've been tested quite a few times -- and every time I've tested negative. I don't know why I didn't get HIV when so many friends and lovers did. So, Marco and I decided we better not take any risks and we stopped having sex. For a month and a half, and then we couldn't take it anymore. We wanted to connect in that way we had always enjoyed so much. So finally we decided we had to do something and we started asking around.

We ended up taking some classes and workshops and doing some reading about some past cultures who were much more sexually advanced than ours is today, like the Tantrics from ancient India and the Taoists from ancient China and some of the Native Americans. In these cultures sex was seen as much more than penetration. It wasn't about fucking and sucking. It was much more about energy. They would focus on how to build sexual energy in the body and how to move it around and how to share that energy with a partner. They had simple exercises that could build enormous amounts of this sexual energy. For example, conscious rhythmic breathing. (Annie demonstrates.) Marco and I started practicing some of these breathing techniques together. We'd lie together for an hour or two. We went into incredible states of ecstasy and we even learned how to have a kind of full body energy orgasm, just from the breathing. We started practicing connecting with our eyes. Just looking into each others eyes for a half an hour we experienced more intimacy than we'd ever experienced with all the fucking and sucking. We learned how to open our hearts and how to use sex as a healing tool when Marco was in pain. And we used sex to help us emotionally, as a way to get in touch with our pain and sadness. Sex became more spiritual, more cosmic, more full-bodied and loving. Sex actually became better after Marco was diagnosed than ever before. We were really grateful for what we learned about sex because of AIDS.

But eventually Marco did get sicker. He went to the hospital one more time and he did not come out. I still miss him a lot.