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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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right now, bitches!!
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.
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…
I got The Wildness yesterday. Voice in the head clear as day, no fucking fooling around, said to me
what you need to do is get out of town for a few days. GO.
Uh…kinda difficult with work with all of the writing, reading, reviewing and shit I have to do I can’t just run away from life it doesn’t work like that and I can’t really afford to take any more –
DO. IT. GO. No excuses.
OK.
I ruled out doing somewhere alone, I kind of wanted to be with friends.
So, I put the question to the Oracle of Twitter.
photo by melvin moten jr.
…at girls who wear glasses.
Which is too bad, really.
Because being myopic has very, very few evolutionary advantages.
But one of them is this: I am essentially blindfolded once my glasses are off.
...mmm...soy latte.... WHAT?!
Occasionally I am tasked with sorting through the porn we receive to see if there is anything I might find appropriate for one of the sites I work on. And usually the answer is, “Nope.” Kinky people are fussy about their pron, and usually I am bored as fuck when I see yet another bunch of adult industry gals strutting in latex and heels, faux moans and pattycake slaps sending me spiraling into boredom.
Well, not today. (more…)
As often happens my brain revs up to impossible speeds just as I’m going to sleep. I am certain that this is because “normal working hours” are at odds with the hours in which I work best. I am NOT. Bloody. Diurnal. If the average person has an 8-hour window within which they can best rock the mike, mine is sure as fuck not 9-5. I’m at the height of focus at the 6PM-2AM shift. I loved working graveyard, back in the day.
Every day I fight against the way I have been my entire life to squeeze into a system that isn’t working and never did. My Mom has stories of literally walking me though morning as a kid, and yet finding me under the blankets with a book and a flashlight in the middle of the night.
Last few nights I have been flipping back and forth between thoughts about a solo show that is hammering on my brain…a story that I have to tell and it is becoming more important.
OK, fair enough.
Sometimes, people who are involved in kink feel compelled try to explain to non-kink identified people why we do this kinky shit at all. Often, pervs will talk about their kink as though only other pervs do what we do, and no non kinky human can ever understand the “Depth” of service. The thing about [...]
Go deeper... →The pretty-dang-awesome Dixie DeLaTour nudged me on Twitter today to see if I might be able to talk to some people about sex tomorrow night. And hey, it turns out I’m free I’ll be talking about one of my long-time fantasies brought to real-time…kind of, at least! I talked a bit about it in this [...]
Go deeper... →I have now, in the past 3 days, seen 4-5 threads about newcomers complaining about the lack of kink, sex, and fuckery at Munches. If you read the history, you’ll see what happens when Munches deviate from this rule. And some folks in the PNW re-learned this lesson the hard way recently. Dating and “getting [...]
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