MS. BLUE It seems the Brits are dropping like flies. First, Elizabeth Rose's spinning accident and now Charlie. As of this past Friday (which is when this column should have been posted) our resident sex nerd is officially M.I.A. – without so much as a text or email explaining why. Although, we're sure an explanation (and an apology!) soon enough, for now we'll do our best, however poorly, to keep this column going. With that in mind, today I'm going to share something I happened to stumble upon recently. Something...


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MS. BLUE As Nikki so eloquently said in her post this past Wednesday in reference to picking the four best Met Another Frog posts of 2011... “was hard mothafucka.” But after over thinking if for a long...


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MS. BLUE If you’re at all like me, at this time of year you can’t help but reassess the state of your life. It’s as if the rolling in of a New Year flips a reset button in my brain and I start...


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ELIZABETH ROSE For Auld Lang Syne and all that... It seems a long time since New Years, but it has been even longer since we all delved into the archives of MetAnotherFrog. So the three of us will be cranking out our favourites for the year gone by this week. From our many fabulous guests it was tough to choose a single post, as we have been really lucky in the great contributions...


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A Guest Post by JULIE ROBINSON with a brief introduction by MS. BLUE This is it folks. Our last post for 2011. The next time we meet a new year, chock full of all kinds of amazing possibilities, will have begun. With that in mind, we've decided to share a submission by a guest writer that landed (very unexpectedly - THANK you, Julie) in our inbox a few days...


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SAM SHARPE I’ve learned a lot from women through the years. Each and every girlfriend and ex-girlfriend has taught me something about myself or something about life. One night stands and more casual lovers have educated me about sex and love and shown me the difference between the two while female friends have illustrated in clear terms that men and women can enjoy platonic relationships with each other. So it kind of goes without saying that women have taught me a boat...


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SAM SHARPE I was born in Jamaica. And though I came to Canada at a young age my mother has never let us forget where we came from. Regular visits to the island, coupled with regular reminders that living in Canada didn’t necessarily translate to being Canadian reinforced in my siblings and I an affinity for and acceptance of Jamaican cultural norms and values as superior to those of our adopted country. For my mother we may have become (eventually) Canadian citizens but my siblings...


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SAM SHARPE I'm a pretty progressive guy. I support same-sex marriage. I've happily worked with and socialized with gay men. I've done body shots with lesbians. And it goes without saying that I've got many straight identified male friends. What don't I have? Well, I don't have bisexual friends. Not boys at least. Oh, I know oodles of bisexual women. I've even dated a couple. But no male friend of mine has ever admitted they love...


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COCO LA CRÈME, Sex Educator Hey CoCo, I’ve recently started to really get to know a girl that’s been in my social scene for awhile. The more I get to know her the more I want to date her. She’s wicked funny, easy on the eyes and we’ve got a lot in common. Even better, from conversations we’ve had, I know she’s into me too. The problem: She’s got kind of a rep around the scene as a casual hookup. A couple of my friends...


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SAM SHARPE I walked Ricky outside, helped him into a cab and told him we’d catch up the next afternoon. Then I headed back inside. As I approached the bar Samantha was just ordering us another round of drinks. Vodka and cranberry for her, Appleton Estate V/X for me. I plopped down in the stool beside her. We sat silently for a few moments. Her head was cocked ever...


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