Dolphin Sexy Time

•January 21, 2012 • 2 Comments

The other night, Kelley and I watched a documentary (one of those “when animals attack” types) about dolphins. The idea of dolphins eating people really amused us. Dolphins behaving sexually towards humans was mentioned in the documentary, and my husband joked about having heard rumors of dolphins raping humans. I was curious if this was true and so I googled it. Well, somehow, I ended up stumbling across a review for a novel titled “Wet Goddess”, about a man’s nine-month romantic and sexual relationship with a dolphin. I read, with several giggles, an excerpt describing a very liberated female dolphin coming on to her human boyfriend.  I was instantly intrigued and definitely had to read this book! Luckily, the e-book is available from the official WET GODDESS website. You can also find a sample of the book there. And so, here is my review! Quite different from the scathing review which originally turned me on to…

The cover of WET GODDESS: Recollections of a Dolphin Lover

WET GODDESS: Recollections of a Dolphin Lover by Malcolm J. Brenner

Understandably, my motivation for reading this TRUE STORY novel was curiosity about the human/dolphin sexual activity. I had to give it a good deal of thought before deciding solidly that I did not have a moral problem with this specific instance of bestiality, seeing as dolphins are full-blown people, equal to and in some ways superior to humans, with self-awareness and free will. A human and a dolphin seemed well matched enough to truly be lovers. With my own moral conflict out of the way, I dove in!

I was immediately delighted to find the cultural setting for the book to be one with which I could readily identify. Set in the 1970s, the main character, Zack, is a college kid and member of the hippie crowd. Throughout the story, there is much smoking of marijuana and snippets of lyrics from the likes of The Doors and Jimi Hendrix. The writing style is casual, approachable and easily readable. The first person viewpoint is so intimate that at times I found myself squirming, empathizing with Zack’s inner awkwardness and confusion. The raw openness and complete vulnerability of the author/main character was, for me, a breath of fresh air. What courage! Not only to open his heart and share his body with a lover of another species, but to then write about his most private experiences publicly! As I read, I felt myself reaping the reward of his boldness. It turns out, the title of the book has quite a lot of significance. The revolutionary message of this love story runs deep and I was surprised to find the focus was not chiefly the dolphin sex; it delved into the spiritual realm and phenomenon such as telepathy, animal shape-shifting, and astral projection were a large part of the plot. Not to mention some seriously heavy realizations about the twisted nature of human morality. This story offers a glimpse into the mind and soul of another creature, so much like ourselves and yet so different.

A real-life photo of the interspecies lovers

Overall, I found WET GODDESS to be heart-warming, eye-opening, and jaw-dropping. The story is a true one, although names and details were changed for liability’s sake. In the prologue, he makes it clear that he did not ever intend to get romantically involved with Ruby, his dolphin lover. It just happened. How does something as crazy as that just happen? Read the book for yourself to find out! It is truly one of the greatest love stories I have ever read or heard anywhere.


2012, Year of the Ant

•January 13, 2012 • Leave a Comment

This New Year’s Eve was the first in my adult life that I did not spend partying and drinking. I cannot say it was the funnest NYE I have ever experienced. We tried to make a fancy dinner which turned out kind of gross, sat by the fire with my mother-in-law Gina, shared a sip of cheap pink champagne, and set off a few small firecrackers which ended up with embers flying everywhere and burning my arm. Kelley and I bickered a bit and went to bed around 1AM. As I drifted off to sleep, I perceived a flat, wooden landscape across which I walked with a sense of purpose. My perspective shifted slightly and I could see other beings marching around me, red and black and shiny with antennae waving meaningfully. My view of the scene seemed to zoom out slowly, until I floated above what I had initially felt was my body. I saw the wooden surface I had been walking on was actually my kitchen table and that there were ants crawling all over it, collecting food particles. Startled into lucidity, I felt a strong understanding that this was a vision for 2012, a powerful message for myself and my family. 2012 was to be, for us, the year of the Ant. I immediately told my sleeping husband out loud, knowing that this would cement the remembering in my brain so that I could pursue finding out what the vision meant upon waking on New Year’s Day.


A photo I found on the internet, similar to my dream.

The next morning, I told my husband about my vision in detail. He encouraged me to seek out its meaning and so I got online and ran a search on “Ant medicine.” One of the first things I found which stood out to me is that Ant medicine is associated with the number 12. How apropos, eh? Here is what Ina Woolcott from has to say about the Ant:

“When observing ants it is easy to see some of the special characteristics, or ‘powers’ they have. Ants are very industrious. There are ants that are solitary but most are part of a large community. Within the community there is a wide variety of activities and behaviours, with each ant knowing its place and fulfilling its duties with total loyalty to the whole. Each ant does his bit to ensure the survival of the whole community, no matter what role it has in society. Activities include gathering and hunting. They work hard, are patient and co-operative. An ant is able to carry a leaf, a crumb or a dead ant for miles – just to get back home to the anthill, requiring a load of stamina and patience. If an ant has to fight, it will, if an ant has to dig tunnels, it will, and if an ant has to carry leaves for miles, it will, all for the good of the community. As well as being extremely hard working they possess an extraordinary ability to work as a team – the power of their medicine – to build their homes, to feed and protect all members of their colony. There may be a social order in ant colonies, but all ants honour and respect each other and work toward their common goal – the good of the community. Worker ants are great architects and can show us how to construct our dreams into reality. They are also very persistent and can teach this skill as well. Queen ants have wings and are able to fly until they fall pregnant. Once pregnant they tear of their own wings sacrificing the ability to fly for the birth of a newborn.”


Ant medicine.

Although many messages of the Ant are tremendously personal for me, there are also aspects of Ant energy which seem to be directed at my family (those who share space on this 16-acre property). I shared this vision with my parents-in-law, Gina and Richard, as well as my husband, and we all feel that this is the year that we will work tirelessly towards developing better self-sustainability. Our plans include digging wells, planting fruit trees, and growing vegetable and herb gardens. For myself, a particularly inspiring characteristic of the Ant is his ability to carry many times his own weight on his back. I have lately been feeling overwhelmed and discouraged, wondering how I can take care of my baby and also accomplish everything else on my list. I see this vision as a message from my higher self… “You can do it!”

Identity Crisis

•January 13, 2012 • 1 Comment

A woman’s life can be divided into three main phases: Maiden, Mother, Crone. This is the Triple Goddess. This is the cycle of the divine feminine.

The phases of the Moon are symbolic of the phases of a woman's life.

Many people believe, myself included, that a girl is born into womanhood at the time of her menarche.  The first bleeding marks the onset of fertility and an entirely new state of being brought on by new hormones flooding the body. For me and so many other girls of today, this time came early. I became a woman at the tender age of ten. Although, as anyone who has experienced puberty can tell you, this transformation did not happen overnight. It was a painful process, a journey that took several years. During this time, confusion reigned. I felt that I did not know who I was or who I desired to become. I found myself in a tug-o-war between my parents’ ideas/ideals and my own budding sense of identity. I sifted through subcultures and spiritual traditions, searching for something with which I could resonate. I tried several new selves on for size before figuring out what I was not. When I began exploring occultism (to which I had always felt attraction), I had a sense that I had discovered a path I wished to follow… Magick! Having been raised Christian, there was fear ingrained deep within me that I would burn in hell for my decision to believe differently than my family. There were many loud arguments with my loving parents over my choice of faith, music, clothing, and friends. (Sound familiar, anyone?) This caused uncertainty and a feeling of being paralyzed, unable to go forward or backward in my development. But over the years, with much flip-flopping, I was able to overcome this obstacle and piece together an identity for my Maiden self. I delved into the hippie subculture and found that I fit in decently well. I began smoking cannabis at fifteen and this helped control my anxiety, which had been raging out of control since I hit puberty. Eventually, I tried psychedelic mushrooms for the first time and that was the most profound spiritual experience I’d had yet. I felt, like never before, that I knew EXACTLY who I was… a motherfuckin’ PRINCESS.

The epitome of my maiden self at age seventeen.

I was blessed beyond imagination with a truly wonderful family, financial security, the best education available (home-school), life-long friends, physical beauty, creative talent and every other good thing a person could desire. I began to identify spiritually with my pet tarantula, Tadita, and realized that I was a Spider totem. This led me down the Left Hand Path in my life, which would eventually bring me to my true love, Kelley. And not long after that, Kelley made me his wife. Marriage, for me, seemed to mark the end of my Maiden phase and the beginning of a transitionary time. I found myself wavering in some of the embellishments I had added to my identity in the preceding couple of years (young adulthood). I saw myself grow as a woman, becoming more mature. It felt good to turn that corner; but when I did I saw what waited for me, just down the road…

Motherhood. It scared the crap out of me, even though I knew it was what I was born to do. Kelley and I desired to spend five years married before having children, so that is how we planned it. As everyone knows, it never happens like you planned it. After a long history of reproductive health problems, I was told in 2010 that I would most likely be infertile in a matter of a few years. This lit a fire under us to make some babies quick, before it was too late. Well… I don’t know about much about infertility except that it is definitely not a problem Kelley and I have. We conceived our son after only 10 days of “not not trying.” Pregnancy was rough physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Our life was turned upside down/inside out and by the time Wolf was born, nothing was the same. We went from living in the heart of the ‘hood to living in the heart of the wood. We moved from an urban apartment to a cabin built by Kelley and other loved ones. Above all the other changes, one stood out. I BECAME A MOTHER. No longer in an in-between period, this was time for a FULL-BLOWN TRANSFORMATION.

The morning I became a mother!

And this is where I am now. I have officially moved into the next phase of the Triple Goddess. I guess that I should have known that the transformation wouldn’t be instant at the moment of giving birth, just like it wasn’t instant at the moment of menarche. I suppose I thought that my ten moons of pregnancy were the transformative period and that Wolf’s birth was the grand finale! Damn, was I mistaken. I know that many other women have used this analogy, as it is only too appropriate: When my son was born, I died. My sense of self died and was reborn as something… well, different. But different how? This is my identity crisis.