I am fortunate. I am lucky to have “Grown up” in one of the more vibrant and open cities when it comes to alternative lifestyles. As a magnet for all manner of freaks, San Francisco is one of the crossroads: all of the “Big Name Fancy Perverts” come on through.
My favourite part of getting to know high-profile kinksters is when I realize that they are “just folks” and than their knowledge and standing and cred doesn’t make them inaccessible. One of the women I have respected for a very long while is Lolita Wolf, and I am fortunate enough to have had our paths cross, and have been able to go from dorky fan girl to dorky fangirl and occasional fortunate recipient of her amazing attentions.
After I managed to stammer out some doofy inquiry, I wound up landing myself spot #23 on her “100 Divas” list. And never in my life have I been so glad to have been twenty-third.
SO, on the occasion of her birthday, I say Happy Birthday, Lolita! I also say Thank you for all you do to educate and inspire, for your warmth and honesty and sparkly smile and playful, sweet sadism.
Furthermore, I also say you can smack me around any time you damn well feel like it and I’m within striking distance.
Thou art awesome!