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Music Monday

Posted on: February 13th, 2017 by Madison Lake No Comments

Back by popular demand – Music Monday! We’ll see how long this lasts but when the spirit moves, well then…brighten my northern skies.

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The Artful Blog

Posted on: January 30th, 2017 by Madison Lake No Comments

Blogging is hard work! It takes thought, creativity, research, editing. It takes time. Don’t get me wrong. I love writing my blogs. I really do. But three a week is overkill, wouldn’t you agree? IMG_0204

I realize some of you loved Music Monday, and when I can find a tune to post I’ll do so, but it won’t be a regular thing. Maybe Wilbur Gilroy will help me out on occasion?

I’ll stick with Titillating Tuesday and switch it up between my personal blog posts and some writing excerpts. I think I’ll be able to move things along with that mix and still be entertaining and titillating.

And of course a week would not be complete without History of Sex. I miss my sex historian, Jade, but I’ll manage to get the job done. So far it’s been quite interesting delving into research on various topics. There’s so much I don’t know!

So what’s new this week? Tune in tomorrow to find out.

Meanwhile, here’s an appropriate song for this week – soon to be the 1st of February! Where does the time go?

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This is a relationship story — something everyone can relate to in some way or another. We’ve all had relationship ups and downs. It’s part of life experience and to a certain degree, imperative in sussing out a good partner.

Nine months ago my friend (let’s call her Anna), broke up with her boyfriend of five years. It was hard. That kind of thing is always hard, and generally one person feels the hardship more than the other. In her words, he had been building up to the split, asking her how she’d feel if he dated someone else, or how she’d feel if they broke up and she saw him with someone else. Hmm…all very mysterious, but telling.

Anyway, I guess that’s exactly what happened.

The split seemed amicable at first. After all, they had been together for five years and were good friends. He just wanted some ‘time’ and Anna was okay with that. They remained friends —  until he started bringing home other women.

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Anna and (let’s call him, Tim) were neighbours! That’s right. They lived next door to one another. So remaining friends was important to Anna. Tim, on the other hand, didn’t seem to worry about proximity. Within a week Tim was bringing home (to his home) a different woman every night. Anna could see them making out in the driveway or could see women leaving his house in the mornings. Okay sure, he was single and she was snooping, but it didn’t make friendship or breaking up any less challenging.

“Every day gets a little easier,” says Anna, “but I thought he’d have more respect than that. I mean, right in front of my nose. It’s been painful.”

Anna is (significantly) younger than I am, so part of me thinks, ‘that’s life’. It ain’t easy and I hate to say it, this is just the beginning of relationship woes. I know many women (myself included), who have been cheated on, lied to, duped, led on, all during relationships. I’m sure this has also happened to men by women. This does not make one breakup worse, more or less important than another. They are all painful and valuable — lessons to be used wisely. After being hurt, finding someone to trust seems a tough assignment, but it will happen. 

So here’s the deal…

Tim is single and is moving on. How he chooses to do that is his business. It sucks big time that he is flaunting his shit in Anna’s face. He might be trying to make her jealous or to hurt her. Who knows. But shit happens.

I say she’s better off without him. I’m sure they had five good years together — or at least most of the five — but clearly he is not ready to settle down nor is he ‘the one’. And Anna is a woman who wants to find love and trust and sincerity, as any person deserves to have.

You have to kiss many toads to find your prince — or not — but you do have to be discerning, be open to experiences, learn, grow, and above all, never give up on love. 


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2017Well then…

It’s the year two thousand and seventeen — 2017. Wow! Imagine that in years. That’s a long time.

I remember as a kid, sitting around the dinner table with my family. One night we started talking about how old each of us would be in the year 2000, then 2005, and so on. We could not fathom that then. It seemed so unimaginable to reach the year 2000, like 2001 Space Odyssey, so surreal and futuristic.

Anyway, here we are in 2017, always with resolutions, whether spoken or silent, ideals for a better year, hope for resolutions far and wide, and we march on because that’s what we do.

Madison Lake has no great plans and yet, I love surprises, and hope you do too. One never knows what’s around the corner, who you’ll bump into with a new plan in store for you.

Be observant. Be open-minded. Be flexible. Be willing to try new ideas, taste new things, experience all that is available in this big wide world. At times we may fall flat. Other times we may win big. But we all know that with every new adventure we learn and grow, so keep at it. There is no such thing as too much knowledge and life experience.

I’m starting my next book. Yessss! I can’t wait. I won’t reveal clues as to the storyline yet, but once it gets rolling I will share tidbits to fuel your curiosity.

On another note…I am sad to say that Madison Lake’s Modern Trash is losing one of it’s finest and most loyal contributors as of this new year. Jade Lake (no relation) has worked tirelessly for Madison Lake dot com since the early days. She and I struggled together through the trials and tribulations of learning social media. She did all sorts of marketing and research and created youtube clips and experimented with advertising. In the early days she edited my books.  wonder_woman_commission_by_jadeddreams1-d6gr5ah

Most recently she has been the brains and creative talent, researcher and author, of our most popular blog, The History of Sex. That in itself is a wondrous feat. What the hell am I going to do without her??

Many people don’t know there are others onboard to make Madison Lake dot com happen all year round. Jade has been with me for so many years I seriously don’t know how I will manage. But she has her own life (imagine that!), a new daughter, and plenty of her own hopes and dreams. She is a creative, energetic, clever, free spirit and I know whatever she chooses to do in life, she will always find success.

Best of luck to you, my rock. You will be missed.


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12373324_10153120238091086_1234550684792534770_nVancouver had a big dump of snow. It’s melting now – already – but everything is still white.

I love it when it snows. It’s so quiet and peaceful. You can’t hear snow falling – or if it’s really quiet, like 4 am, you can almost hear softness as it lands on top of other snowflakes piled up. It’s hard to explain but it soothes my soul. But then, I don my winter gear – boots, toque, mitts, scarf, warm coat – and head outside to play. 

The other night I was taking the train home from work. It was around 10 o’clock pm. I was tired. The station was buzzing with bag laden shoppers on their way home (all wearing toques, scarves, etc…) A woman turned to me and said quite loudly “I love this time of year. Everyone is so friendly”. I smiled and agreed, and we started chatting. I quickly realized she was signing as she spoke to me and she was reading my lips, so I made sure to speak slowly and face her when talking.

She was quirky. She talked about anything and everything. She asked me questions about myself, what I did, where I worked. She questioned why everyone was so over-bundled. “It’s Vancouver”, she said. “It isn’t that cold”. She showed me her purchases.

At one point she said “Are you old?” in reference to my hair color, I assumed. I laughed, unsure how to respond, but given her age (hard to tell but probably late twenties, early thirties) I nodded. In her eyes, I was.

Then she said “Hey, do you want to see my rabbit?” I laughed, shrugged and said “sure”, figuring she had a stuffed bunny rabbit in one of her bags. She’d already shown me her new backpack from Eddie Bauer (“half price” she said proudly), and a new shirt.

She pulled one of her several bags onto her lap and, like a magician, pulled a brown, furry rabbit from it. A curious crowd closed in on us, all wanting to touch and ooh and aah. A live rabbit had been hunkered down in one of her bags the whole time. Crazy! And clearly, everyone loves a live rabbit.

The doors opened and it was my stop. I gently touched her arm and said goodbye, how I had enjoyed chatting with her. In her loud voice she asked “Hey, what department do you work in?”

Oh gawd, I thought, as a train car full of interested commuters stared waiting for my response.


The warning bells rang. The doors closed behind me with a swoosh, and I walked to the escalator full of happiness and the warm spirit of the season. canadaline

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