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Going Off Half-Cocked

Posted on March 5, 2010 by admin • 4 Comments

So, I have been thinking about this job thing. I thought about my strengths. People like to talk to me; I have a psych background; I am a writer and a performer with a very creative imagination. I have a husky, sexy voice. I LOVE sex, and I am not in anyway ready for a relationship right now. I have a very specific skill set. See where I’m going with this?

For the last ten years, I have thought on-and-off about being some kind of sex worker. It’s mostly been a joke, but once in awhile, I couldn’t think of a real reason why I shouldn’t at least look into it. Now, I’m too old and fat to be an expensive call-girl. I’m not so sure I would want to do actual sex for money, anyway. However, there are plenty of other job opportunities for a sex enthusiast. I have a couple of reality shows floating through my mind (would have to go to cable for them). I could open an online whorehouse with rooms for different fetishes. But, realistically, I narrowed it down to two choices.

One, I could be a professional domme. Mistress Minna. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I look good in black leather, and I can wield a mean whip. Yes, I am a sub in real life, but I have switched before, and I am a very good top as well. There is a dungeon in NYC owned by three women, and they have training sessions. I saw a website of a local dominatrix, and it was so Minnesota-nice. The whole idea of being a domme was interesting, but kinda tiring. I mean, it’s a whole performance thing, and it would most likely give me an even more-skewed view of men. In addition, I would have to actually meet these guys in person. I’m really not a good people-person. However, my house would be spotless, and I would get paid to make someone clean my house. That, admittedly, is tempting.

However, in the end, it’s not enough. Kel suggested phone sex operator, and I looked it up on teh Googley. Love Google. I read a few articles on how to become a phone sex operator, and I found two legit sites. I am also toying with the idea of just doing it on my own. I already have one friend expressing interest (ok, she probably was joking) in being one as well. We could be start our own small business!

Let’s Talk (Seriously) About Sex

Posted on January 29, 2010 by admin • 10 Comments

As you may know, I like to talk about sex. I like to joke about it, and I certainly like to do it. I blog about it; I make innuendos about it; in general, I’m pretty much out there with it. My FB wall is known as the smut wall, and people feel safe to post pretty much anything about sex on it. Once, I had written as my status that I had given into temptation. I went out to buy chocolate, and when I returned, there were many comments, increasingly ribald in nature, discussing exactly what to what temptation I had given. It was fucking hilarious.

I grew up in a Christian household with many secrets and lies. As I was told that sex was an evil, sinful, dirty thing–until you got married when it became beautiful and holy and all that–I was also being sexually molested by my father. As I have said before, I do not know for certain that it happened, but I am pretty sure it did. At the very least, there was emotional incest going on. At the very worst, actual physical penetration. In addition, it was a poorly-kept family secret that my father had affairs with the women of our church. I always knew which woman was his special lady and when she was replaced by someone else. So, hypocrisy would be the word in my household when I was a child. In addition, I remember stumbling over my father’s stash of porn mags (magazines, so quaint!) and realizing that he wasn’t as upstanding as he pretended to be. Do as I say and not as I do, indeed. Granted, he was married, so that meant that sex was OK, I guess, but still, the porn stash was at direct odds with what the church preached every Sunday.

As I got older, I became disillusioned with the church. Granted, I never really believed, but I at least gave lip service to being a Christian. Once I stopped calling myself a Christian, however, it made it difficult for me to talk to the relatives on my mother’s side. They are all devout Christians. One of my cousins said to me, seriously, that he decided not to kiss a woman before marriage because kissing led to sex. And, he said that sex outside marriage was a sin. I said, “So, if I never get married, then I can’t ever have sex?” He said, “Yes.” Of course, this is the same cousin who proposed to his wife a few months after starting to date her and who now has four kids (she’s a practicing Catholic).

I was turned off by the church’s position on sex. It seemed about control and negation and shaming of something that, quite frankly, is one of the few real pleasures in life.

Chop Suey*

Posted on August 20, 2009 by admin • 2 Comments

Chopsuey2 First of all, this is the best political thread of the day, bar none. It’s classic Balloon Juice snark–very high quality. I start out with that because I need all the laughs I can get these days, and that entire thread gave me hearty guffaws for several minutes. I go to BJ for the front page bloggers, but I stay for the commenters. They are in a class of their own (and yes, you can find a few comments by me there as well).

Second, I am sipping a rum and Diet Pepsi as I blog, so who knows what will flow from my fingers? I am going to see if alcohol helps me sleep. I know, I know, but I’m desperate at this point. Last night, I had a horrific dream. I dreamed that there was a woman who knew something that she refused to tell. So, “they” (the military) put her and a guy into an air-tight, glass-walled room and turned up the heat. I am watching the scene as if it is a movie. The interrogator is calmly informing his underlings that you have to go slowly so that you can still get information from the person being grilled. Literally. The flesh melts off the people’s faces and their hands (they are wearing clothes). Both of them have their faces and hands pressed in horror to the glass walls as their flesh disappears. The interrogator keeps giving his lecture, failing to notice that the people are fried to a crisp. He (the interrogator) turns to the woman and demands that she tells what she knows. She can’t say anything, obviously, because she’s dead, but that doesn’t stop the interrogator from threatening to throw a friend of hers into the room to make her talk.

Sadly, this is far from the most disturbing dream I’ve ever had. So, numbing my brain with alcohol before going to bed doesn’t seem like such a bad thing. I can’t take sleeping pills because the dose is never right. I have a hard time waking up afterwards, which is never a good thing.

For Mah Fellahs

Posted on August 9, 2009 by admin • 9 Comments

Now, I know that I have some male readers. I don’t want you to feel left out because I’ve been posting for mah ladies lately. To that end, I have a special post just for you today. Do you all feel flattered and special? Good. Let’s get started.

As you know, I have been in the mood to date and/or have sex with men lately. I would welcome a woman or two along the way, but my focus right now is on the male-gendered folk. Here’s the thing. I like being friends with guys and I like having sex with guys. I do not like dating guys. Why? Because I prefer to not have to chit chat about favorite colors (black), food (chocolate), movies (The Station Agent, Japanese Story, Snow Cake, Big Eden), books (too many to name), music (The Saw Doctors, Lowen & Navarro), or reality television show (none). I can do it; I just have no interest in it.

When I date someone, I want to know, how will your body feel pressed against mine? Will you take me dancing, and will you smile when I get hit on by other people? I want to know what your passion is. Are you an artist? A musician? A writer? A performer? I want to know what consumes you when you’re not at your day job (unless your passion is your day job, which is doubly cool). I want to see what your aura says about you and feel what vibes you emit.

Hungry Like the Wolf

Posted on July 15, 2009 by admin • 17 Comments

I was a huge Duran Duran fan back in the day. Your video for the day:

Here is a link for the original video (I can’t embed it). Why am I posting a Duran Duran video? Well, because I can. Oh, and this song is pertinent to my blog entry for the day.

It’s back. I thought it was gone, but no, it was just waiting, waiting, waiting for the perfect time to pounce. WTF am I talking about? My stupid sexual peak. You can read more about it here, here, and here. Even though Natasha had told me about this affliction in horrible details when she went through them, I truly did not understand the depths to which this peak spreads. When I was first hit with the peak, I thought I would explode. I wrote a personal, but I wasn’t satisfied with the results. Then, shit happened, and the peak faded a bit.

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