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The “Iron Dom” contest has been going on for a while now, and I’ve participated in it, as either a willing “victim” or a Judge.
This time I’ll be the MC…whatever the fuck that means. I assume it means I get to talk trash, and for this I am always prepared to step up to the mike.
The premise is as follows: a top, stranded on a desert island has only the crap with which they washed ashore. (more…)

Somewhere between a multi-limbed Hindu deity and that Janet Jackson cover is me, recently having been beaten to the ground and my insanely gorgeous friend Dana, who you can’t see. But you get the point.
The preceding scene left a few bruises and marks, but not as many as the *&^%$#@& mosquitoes in Wisconsin. Damn.
I can’t say enough about how strange it is to see photos of oneself right after playing. Especially since I can safely say I was blissed out, and feeling goofy.
The weekend was quite a series of emotional roller-coasters, and this was the end of a really great day.
That is, really, for me a pretty perfect moment, that I will hold close to me for as long as I breathe.
I’m on a podcast, motherfucker!
Well ’tis no “I’m On A Boat!” but it’ll have to do for now.
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Or don’t. Its your life. You gotta do what makes you feel right, yanno?
Thanks Benny and Jinx!

Miss Calico
Though I am often a procrastinator, I did mean to buy a day in the NYC Sex Bloggers Calendar. I was delighted to see that my birthday was available, so that calendar purchasers will have that handy reminder in 2010.
But hey. I was feeling altruistic so I bought the One-Day-A-Month option.
I filled out my form, and sent it in.
Then I received a Twitter from The Debauched Diva directing me to two blog posts: one from Miss Calico, and one from Mina Meow.
It seems…well. It seems I’ve rented them.
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Dark moods are not unknown to me. Though I have many fewer now than I did even a year ago, and by orders of magnitude fewer today than I did when I a still actively drinking myself to death. the (up?down?)side to this is that today, I am committed to turning my heart to face these moods and riding them instead of suffocating them in the sickly miasma of a sloppy drunk.
I had no reason, on the surface, to be as wracked with emotional pain as I was on Saturday night. I mean, here I was, at a kink event, among friends, having taught the most highly attended class at the event even though I’d flown in last-minute. Literally. Hit the tarmac and within 2 hours was in front of a room full of people talking about BDSM, sharing my thoughts, listening to theirs, gloriously supported by my wonderful friends. I’d even been asked by two kick-ass kids who run the Young & Kinky Podcast to do an interview. Benny and Jinx are so awesome, and it was so delightful to meet and get to know them a little. Plus it was saving me from having to be around so many people…
And yet later I sat in a dark parking lot, ass prickled by bushes, sobbing my sinuses shut and pouring out my jangled thoughts on Twitter / Facebook.