Go West Bunny...

So my most recent adventures took me out West. Not quite all the way to the coast; but to Nevada. Get paid for sex when there's a camera crew in front of you and it's called porn. Take the camera away and it's prostitution. In Nevada it's legal; but only in some counties and only in legal brothels.

I chose the best place I could find from my research. Considering they get 1,500 women a month trying to get in there (times are tough), it was complimenting to have received such a quick response to my photos. I have visited the ranch twice now. What an adventure!

Applying for my work card at the sherrif's office was a trip. There's something highly unnatural about walking in and casually telling the woman at the desk you're there to apply for a work card for a prostitute.

An Icon Passes On

For those of you who haven't heard...Bettie Page died last night. She was placed on life support last week after suffering a heart attack. Before the heart attack she'd been hospitalized for three weeks with pneumonia. Her family decided, last night, to remove her from life support after she hadn't regained consciousness.

Although her body was mortal, her image will remain forever youthful and devilishly playful.

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For those of you who have written to me expressing their appreciation for my blog, thank you!
I plan to begin doing so again and bringing you up to speed very soon.

Peace!

No wind in the sails....So I had been invited to be in Miami this week with a burlesque troupe who was performing at two different venues. I was invited to perform (if I wanted) and to sell the DVD.
Things being what they are, perhaps I'll burn a few each night instead to keep us warm *smirk*.
I have to start cleaning out the house now anyway.

Paper wings......And um, hey, is this a stress response??

So, I've been dealing with quite a bit of stress these days (understatement) on many fronts. A lot of fires to put out and I've no firehose.

But sometimes, at the end of the day when there's been so much going on, I just put things into perspective and look at what I do have and realize how incredibly lucky I am. It cost nothing and demands nothing of me. And can never be taken from me. And nothing will take me from it. And it makes me realize just how capable I am of truly loving someone unconditionally and without measure. It is my family.

On another subject, or rather while I'm on the subject of stress, I suppose that, when you're under such tremendous amounts of it, release can be amazing when timed just so. I had The. Most. Fantastic. Orgasm. I. Have. Ever. Had. In. My. Life. last night...... Ever. I've had many. This was tops. It was endless and although I confess we haven't even studied the book we bought on tantra ages ago; it just happened. Magical, it was.
So, I suppose the moral here: That which does not kill you, only gives you mindblowing orgasms?
Thx Laz. If nothing, we'll always have this *smirk*...

The Pull

I've looked around me lately. At my life and what I want from it. Where I want to be. What I want for my family. Lots of things. It frustrates me when I can't make things happen for people and myself in the timeframe and in the way I would like to. And so I have to adapt.
I search for a solution. Looking at my immediate surroundings I see clutter all around me. Maybe it's the springtime; but I feel the urge to back up a truck to the house and send everything to a charity. Just purge myself of all of it, save for the barest of necessities. Then simply pack it up and head west.....

Audrey Maxx on Playboy's: Needy Wives

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Turning The Other Cheek

It has been my experience in past business relationships that, when parting company or severing business ties for whatever the reason, tact and professionalism is key. To simply say “Things just aren’t working out and so I think it’s best we part ways”. This was not the case with someone recently.

Instead I was sliced and diced by someone who I not only had a working relationship with; but, over time, I allowed this person to become part of my family. I don’t allow too many people to get this close to me personally. He has no family of his own. Apparently nor does he have any social skills. He clearly has life-long issues, is hurt by some sick form of jealousy and has decided to attack me. Childishly calling me some particularly hurtful and nasty names. He’s said some terribly hurtful things. Things that have caused me deep pain. Saying that it is what I do with my mouth and my pussy that keeps me owning men. Just for the record, I’m not lacking in the self-esteem department when it comes to intelligence, thank you. I’m quite confident that I can hold a man’s attention purely based on conversation. All while fully dressed.

Instead of lashing back, I’ll make a delicate attempt at turning the other cheek.

It hurts deeply; but that hurt is healing each time I’m contacted by another professional who is eager to work with me or for me. Contacted by others who have worked with me in the past and are excited at the prospect of working with me again. They know I’m professional and don’t resort to low blows the way this person has. My experience speaks for itself. And this is simply one bitter, angry person whose issues are not my own.