Dec. 2nd, 2007

“I invite you all to find out what’s deep inside”…

Happy Fucking December all! This is a fantastic start to the new month given that our site is now set up for billing and you can purchase access to our content. I hope that everyone finds it as exciting as I do!  I guess this is the beginning of a new chapter in our lives as the waters of the adult industry prove to be worth swimming in. J I must say that I am looking forward to the ride and plan on taking every opportunity to take the waves by the undertows and go deep deep deep into the blue.
But enough about that, interested persons in the site will have to browse the rest of its fun filled pages and then get back to me.
Despite the weather, today has been a wonderful day; Sundays really are my favorite day of the week. I spent the morning rolling around in bed with David after indulging in a breakfast of French toast and bananas  (I am trying to write this but am being distracted by George of the Jungle – the one with Brandon Fraser running around in a loincloth… ridiculous I know, a movie from my childhood that never gets old) then played with my newly dyed hair before heading out to do a little shopping in a quaint local neighborhood. Being back at home I taunted David until we were forced to fuck on the couch in the afternoon ambiance… hmmm… Sweet sweet lovin’. 
As much as I would rather sit here and type mindlessly about the ongoing thrills of my life, I need to write up this sex to review… I got a 12 inch dildo in the mail the other day and really need to get the review written before I am distracted by the talking apes and swinging jungle men.

Dec. 4th 2007

There is a winter wonderland outside, all the trees and telephone wires are dusted with a shimmering substance that if I didn’t know the depths of nature better, would remind me of a sort of illegal substance. Its beautiful though, no doubt about it, its peaceful, yet the sign of a new season, a time when beauty is best viewed from the inside, sitting next to the silver radiator that hums an hisses like an old man.
Speaking of old men and their problems, I have a tooth that is deciding to cause me all sorts of agitation and money before, I am sure that it will have to die in the next few years. Without going into too much detail, I bit my tongue ring the other night, as I was chewing on a tortilla chip and a previous fixed tooth cracked. Needless to say, Friday morning I woke up and was peachy fucking keen, and then by the time dinner had arrived I knew I was 1500 dollars in the whole. Lame…
I don’t understand how their can be more money inside someone’s mouth then would be spent on a car, a house, tattoos….. Christmas presents…. Sigh… I am rambling, a bit saddened by the whole ordeal. Anyway, I’m falling asleep as I type, family guy lures….

Dec. 9th 2007

So here is my hypocritical internal battle- I smoke, I love to really inhale that hot tobacco smoke and feel it enter and bite my lungs. But keep in mind that I smoke, on average less then five cigarettes a day, and I enjoy each drag, more often than not though, its outside. Until last night I was completely against the smoking ban in bars. I think we as a country have too many laws and regulations and telling people what to do to their bodies is a violation of our rights. I can pump my body full of meat that is chock full of hormones and antibiotics, eat imported fruit that is drenched in pesticides and even from some countries DDT. But I can’t smoke a cigarette when I am out at a bar, or have a cigar after my filet mignon that I have paid 50 dollars for? That logic is all wrong… as are most of our “American” laws, but that’s a whole other rant.  The reason that I am all in a tizzy about my personal beliefs and the situations that I end up in results, at least this blog, in part, from last night.
David and I were at a co-workers house for a cocktail party, we had a wonderful dinner and all laughed and drank and ate Brie inside the burnt sienna walls. Afterwards we met some friends at this dive bar to celebrate a birthday. Now the evening had started early, and I can’t lie I had mixed too many ingredients, but I will say that the only reason I got sick was because this bar got crowded and was so fucking smoky that even when the door opened the haze didn’t thin. I hated being a whiney bitch but I told David he should stay and enjoy the rest of the evening but I had to go. We took a cab home and when I opened the door and stepped out into the lawn in front of our apartment I immediately started staining the snow with green slime (think fermented salad). So my dilemma is still that, a puzzle. I made the choice to go to the bar, aware that it would be smoky, but there were no fans or ventilation. Should anyone have to be in that haze? Can I say that I woud mind never being able to light up in a bar again? Shouldn't we have a choice? I feel like a hypocrite and I don’t like it. But that’s my problem… can’t please everyone, all I have to say though is no one likes to wind up appreciating a cold slab of cement more than a warm fuzzy bar.

Dec. 14th, 2oo7

Where is all this time going? I can’t decide whether to be amazed that, “holy shit it’s already the middle of December” or just enthralled with the fact that I am still alive. Probably both I guess.  This past week has been busy busy busy!  On tuesday David and I went to a Bulls game…. We had a blast.  I mean between the expensive drinks (I mean seriously, 6 dollars for a 20 oz bottle of pop…its robbery!), inflatable bovine, loveable cheerleaders and of course hot sexy men all sweaty and playing with balls…. How could anyone not have a good time? My only issue was with the jackass sitting next to me, talking about every single players fault and whole life story. But jackasses are everywhere so what are you gonna do? Eat pretzels and drink overpriced liquids, sure.

There is a party tomorrow night put on by SWOP (Sex Workers Outreach Project) down on Clark St. in sweet ol’ Chicago here. It should be fun; I have my outfit all planned… I love any excuse to dress up and show some titties…. Yes I just said titties…. I also said, “cum dripping from my asshole,” earlier tonight, so titties shouldn’t be too shocking. Anyway SWOP is a great organization to really help out the workers involved in making the masses happy, and when the dicks are sucked, the men and women sucking them should be treated with respect and have the same rights as anyone else.  I am not the most eloquent of people when it comes to advertising things I care about, so for more information click these following links. http://www.swopusa.org/ or for the Chicago based page:  http://www.swop-chicago.org/ Anyway, I hope everyone has a splendid night and enjoys the visions of holiday lights… or wait? Are those lights just from those mushrooms I took… is it Christmas time or just a bad bad trip…is this a lucid dream or a movie script… is this a Myspace blog or a website that I actually own? Who can ever fucking tell?

Dec. 17th, 2007

Here are some photos taken by ericlabrat that I got on the Flikr site, these are just a couple of me and Dave from the Sleaze Party… check out the cleavage. And the love.

Dec. 26th 2007

I must apologize to the person reading my blog, I know that I have been slacking big time, but hopefully like me, you were busy doing other rad things. Given the time of year, I was out of town doing the family scene, shoveling snow and drinking warm drinks. I actually had all sorts of plans for when I went back home, but due to the massive amount of snow, I just enjoyed the improbable silence and lack of trains and street fighters. I have to admit that I am glad that it is almost new years; I want spring to be here already. I want the bulbs to poke out of the damp ground and giddily blossom for the newly born sun.
 I am very glad to be back in chicago though; I missed my apartment and I know the cat is pleased as well. She keeps running up to me, caressing my ankles, telling me that next time we leave, to please leave her a note with informative details.

We got word that a sex toy from Eden Fantasy’s is in the mail… they called it a strap-on starter kit… tell me, is this something people want to see? Are strap-ons sexy? Enticing… thrilling perhaps.  I can’t say really how I feel yet, most likely I wont know until I see or feel it entering an anus.

Happy Solstice Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!
 Here’s to the days getting longer and the love getting stronger!

Dec. 30th, 2007

It’s just after 2pm on this mild winter Sunday. There are the remains of our last snowfall on the ground but when I went out in my PJ’s and cowboy boots this morning it was unusually pleasant. Or that could have been my still overheated body just emanating my hotness. Turns out I am the only one up and about today, we stayed up late and partied hard last night, I don’t think I laid down until probably 5 am. Our parting words of the evening (morning) were eager expressions for a morning of Bloody Marys and breakfast- So 11 am rolls around, I am up, I run some errands, the peeps are still sleeping, but I go and get the pickles, the cheese, the Tabasco, the Vitamin waters in case no one else is ready for a drink, and of course, I promised the cat that I wouldn’t return without cat food, so I walked a few more blocks until my bare feet inside my far too big cowboy boots are bleeding – but I am not bothered, I am just awaiting the company of my friends, excited to make them a hot and tasty breakfast. When I get back I make some extra noise so that Miss Cindy gets off the couch in her footy pajamas and sips Vitamin water as I caramelize the onions and garlic, the apartment smells heavenly and I fill up the shaker once again.  David awoke for a few sparse moments, to make coffee then realize he had to go back to bed, which started a pattern and now here I am, comfortably satisfied and not the least bit ready to sleep the day away. Sigh… David said I should go re-shingle the roof with all my excess energy, but I figured instead I would chill on the computer and just kick it here in cyberspace until someone decides to keep me company. We took some pictures last night of our debauchery, mellow really in the sense of the word, but when strap-ons and chaps are involved…