Readers, Your Opinions, Please

OK, ok, I got curious about Elise Sutton.  I downloaded her Female Domination last year around this time, and couldn't quite muster through it.  Typographical errors are quite a distraction.  So, dear readers, I'm curious. Opinions?  Good?  Bad?  Ugly?  Anyone read In Search of Wanda yet?  Suggestions?  Please advise at y'all's earliest convenience.  I'll even put the e-mail link back up.  BUT--on one condition--NO STALKERS.  You wanna stalk something?  Go find some celery.  I have books to review.  Thanks!

Uniquely Rika

This is what I am currently reading, and I rather like it.  It's a different approach, written by a woman.  I find it highly readable and far different from the hate-fueled literature of Elise Sutton and others who feel the only way is their way.  I'll keep you posted.

New Fiction?

I found the following author through one of the strangest Amazon searches I could ever imagine.  I went there looking for a book of Fair Isle glove and mitten patterns.  I was also directed to--erotica from a woman named Louisa Burton, who writes a series known as The Hidden Grotto.  If I can find out what Fair Isle (or, more specifically, fingerless) gloves have to do with BDSM and Victorian-era erotica, y'all will be the first to know.  Right now, I only have samples, but I'll let you know what I think.

A Slightly Different Direction on This Blog

Oh, heavens, the stuff I see in videos.  Ok, ok, let me back up a sec.

I was checking my mail on Yahoo--apparently, none of my friends actually like me--no shock there, and no mail, either.

While there, I saw a video that, had I finished watching it, would have had me bawling like a baby and I'd have to call off work for the rest of my life.  The video was about a group called ARME that does animal rescue, and they have a special project, Project Beagle, in which they just rescued about 10 beagles from a science research facility in. . . Spain, was it?  Anyway--the video showed them getting the dogs into a van, in which they were secured so they could go--to a local park and run around a little.  These dogs had been in cages their entire lives.  As in--born in a cage, taken from their caged mother, put in another cage, used for experiments.  They had never been outside. . . . ever.  My heavens, I'm getting weepy just writing this.  OK.  So. . . . it was touching and sad and I wanted to unleash a victory howl to beagles everywhere.

So this got me curious about the Anti-Vivisection League, which I believe I'll be donating to and joining.  AAVS eventually got me over to Beaute Mineral cosmetics, which I'll try after Christmas.  That, in turn, led me to Girls, Inc.  While perusing their site, I have found that there is no Girls, Inc., in my area.  I'm female.  My mom, my nieces, my aunts, and a majority of my friends are. . . . female.  I think we need a Girls, Inc. in my area.  I think it'll be a little different around here.

Me Being Me

I got a delightful comment in regard to me kvetching in regard to my hair, and this of course made me think of a lot of things--Megadeth's Sweating Bullets, Betty Wright's Real Woman (hey!  What's this I hear about a MOVIE?  A MOVIE?  About BETTY WRIGHT?  Oooooooooo, shoot, I'd much rather watch that than all this chick-flick bullshit and those stupid Twilight flicks!), Toni Braxton's He Wasn't Man Enough for Me, and a little side project that I've had going on in my head, that I really need to commit to paper SOON before I forget about it.  Damn!  Ever wish there were 48 hours to each day, like Chaka Khan suggested in Tell Me Something Good?  I know I do!

OK, OK, so here's the gist of this post.  After my little kvetch session, I got a delightful comment from someone going by Friz.  So, hello Friz, and thanks for reading and your delightful comment!  I think I need to change up the hair.  The bob--has been delightful fun, and it really has added an air of authority to an already-authoritative demeanor.  However--the trims are maddening, this shit's gettin' thick and knotted, and I need to wear something that doesn't get caught in my glasses.  IF I get this done anytime soon, I'll post pictures.

This also made me think--a lot of women hold onto the hair--the length, the color, the wave, the bounce, and all that delightful bullshit.  But this is what gets me--a lot of these women, in my opinion, would look a helluva lot better--if they would just cut it off.  Or at least cut it back, or wear it up, so you can see what a beautiful face she has.  A lot of people say it's down to confidence.  In my opinion, if you are a woman who works her own job, makes her own money, and digs her own vibe, why wouldn't you want the world to see you in all your fabulous glory?  Does a woman's hair make her more feminine?  Maybe, if that's her personal style and her personal vibe.  What makes me feel more feminine and confident?  My mind.  The way I walk into a room and everyone turns to look.  The way I can answer a question and quietly command attention, without even speaking.  But I'd rather look someone in the eye straight on, rather than through my damn bangs.

Enjoy the musical interlude, Readers, while I make a decision.  I'll post pictures.

Hello, me, meet the REAL me!

So many reasons. . . . 

Ein Kleine Goth Musik

For some reason, I have Rob Zombie's Dragula stuck in my head (no, this isn't a bad thing).  I have always thought that if there are cheerleaders in Hell (and oh am I ever sure there are, and YES I am their Squad Leader!) that this would be the song they would do their dance routines to.  And then, whilst perusing YouTube, I found this 

Identity Crisis

Or maybe not. . .  see, I've never had any problem with me being me, though lots of others have.  And to those people, I proudly flip the bird and allow my freak flag to billow in their faces.  I need a haircut.  I need a new hair style.  I need to eat.  I need a nap.  I'm just kvetching, don't mind me.  I'll write more later if I feel like it.

An Observation

Yes, dear Readers, I am still reading At Her Feet, but I also downloaded a copy of Uniquely Rika last night, and began reading the Introduction today.  One thing I've noticed in nearly everything I've read, non-fiction-wise, that isn't complete and utter crap--a lot of these books begin in the same way, describing D/s as a relationship dynamic between two (or, in Fox and TammyJo's case, more) people, and that if you are truly interested in this sort of relationship, you aren't thumbing through these works looking for half-naked photos of leather-clad women or looking to read the "interesting bits" (i. e. t3h pr0n).  This, to me, is an interesting observation.

Something else that seemed to stand out for me in At Her Feet--Eckhart mentions privacy and private space a lot in their work.  They also mention that there are a lot of times when She and Fox are just--talking.  talking and spending time together, and when they first met, they took things slowly and they talked to each other.  They communicated.  They didn't jump into a scene, she didn't call him a useless worm, he didn't fall to his knees and lick her feet.  They talked.

So--how many of you are actually talking to your potential others, whether they may be Dominants or submissive?  Or are you just trying to play out some sick porno fantasy?  If you are one of t3h pr0n pipple, then I feel sorry for you.  If, however, like me, you are curious and want to learn more, then by all means, continue reading.  I need your feedback and I appreciate the readership!

At Her Feet--Partial Review

Wow.. . . . so much to take in from Fox and TammyJo, and only so much space to yammer.  But here's what else I can tell you.  If you are new to D/s, or if you are curious, you should read this book.  If I had a hard copy, I'd be taking notes and making highlights.  Written by both Fox and TammyJo Eckhart, this book takes a look at everything to do with the M/s or D/s dynamic, including the polyamorous household.  They discuss everything from fetishes, to finances, to what constitutes abuse.  This is an extremely readable book, and it's very informative.  If you are completely new to female dominance, don't bother with Elise Sutton.  This should be what you read first!

Half-way Through

Readers, I am halfway through At Her Feet.  So far, this is what I can tell you.

I wish someone somewhere had introduced me to this book back in high school or college.  I would have felt so much better about myself, and been so less inclined to try and make myself be something I'm not.

Service dominant--is there such a thing?  If so, what constitutes a service dominant, as opposed to a very outgoing submissive?

This is such a good read!  To the submissive men out there who are looking for a way to introduce their Significant Others (wives, girlfriends, good female friend who you think has potential as a Domme), you really, really need to give this one a look-see.  Ladies, if you've always been curious, but never knew where to start, much like myself, I strongly encourage you to read this title, along with The Mistress Manual and maybe even Uniquely Rika.  I hope that soon Uniquely Rika will come out in a format compatible with Kindle.  This iBooks stuff ain't workin' for me.  God Bless Steve Jobs, and may he rest in peace, but dear Goddess--$500 for a device?  REALLY!?!?!?

Tammy Jo Eckhart, if you're reading this, Sister, do I adore your work!  We need to do lunch sometime!

I'll post a review as soon as I'm finished, Readers!

It's Called EDUCATION

I got an interesting e-mail from a friend of mine in the UK.  It described how a friend of hers, who has been training and working on becoming a Domme, attempted to string up her submissive.  She decided to put some sort of hook device into her ceiling.  When she installed it, she failed to test it for weight.  When she strung up her submissive, half the ceiling came down.  No one was hurt, other than their pride.

Readers, please actually read.  You can disagree with me all you like.  You can post hateful comments all you want.  You can tell me constantly that I'm fulla shit and so not the real deal and say whatever you want about me.  But seriously, Readers--no one is born into this lifestyle.  Get it?  NO ONE.  Lots of so-called experts haven't done much research, and lots of people new to this stuff are just going into it blind, thinking that they can do and say whatever they want to a submissive, or claiming to be submissive and then trying to order various Dominants around.  First of all, that's just plain rude, so climb the hell down.  Secondly, read.  Please, for the love of whatever's out there, READ.  Whether it's Elise Sutton, Jay Wiseman, Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy, or a myriad other authors who live, breathe, eat, sleep and play D/s and BDSM, educate yourselves. That's why this blog exists.  If I'm not helping you, then please stop reading.

Upcoming Reviews

I know, I know. . . . I KNOW!  I know I use this title a lot on my posts, but this time I really am going to finish the whole book and post the reviews.  The two latest titles?  Friendly Fetish by Dr. Emily Dubberley (based on the opening chapters, I wish someone had introduced this book to me early on in my readings) and At Her Feet, by Fox and Tammy Eckhardt.

I'll warn you right now, hard-liners--you're not gonna like my take on Friendly Fetish.  I see it, so far, as Fetish 101, much like Jay Wiseman's SM 101, which I'm still reading.  And it's not that Wiseman's prose is unreadable.  No, far from it.  But I do take notes, I do highlight and underline things, and I do read and re-read things so that I make sure I'm understanding them properly.  Yes, I know, I'm such a pain in your ass--but you knew that when you started following, so don't bitch or you'll just get the ball-gag again.

At Her Feet has been camped out on my Kindle for a while now.  I only just now got to it, and am now wondering why I waited so long.  I'm also re-reading The Mistress Manual, because I can't remember if I gave it a proper review here.

I'll keep you posted Readers!

A Treat for My Fellow Foot Fetishists

http://www.virtualshoemuseum.com/vsm/o.php?id=138

Enjoy!

Oh, wait, here's some more!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, READERS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, this is my hands-down-no-holds-barred-all-time-fave-o-rite holiday.  Please enjoy the delightfully twisted musical musings of Demented Are GO! Please also enjoy Kim Lenz and Her Jaguars as well.  As for me, I need to go scare the shit out of some people.  Have a delightful holiday!

Happy Halloween, Kids!

Enjoy these delightful burlesque videos, Readers and Viewers!  I have some business to attend to with El Diablo!

Things That Make Me Go. . . .WTF?!?!?

http://www.thepacifican.com/new/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=3394&Itemid=100015

Hole. . . lee. . . shit. . .  I don't know what the fuck the world is coming to.  I just read about a young lady named Amber Cole, who was videotaped by a couple of her male "friends" giving a bj to a boy her age.  Ms. Cole and the boy in the video are both 14.

This is wrong.  This is beyond wrong.  I don't want to hear a bunch of "oh boys-will-be-boys-so-get-over-it" horseshit from some of you alleged "submissives" and how they are "exercising their rights as burgeoning males" bullshit.  As someone who was once in a similar situation when she was in college, and whose perpetrators and rapists never even so much as got a slap on the wrist from the school administration, this shit makes me sick to my very soul.

Now--I also read something out on the web about how these two idiots were arrested, FINALLY.  The video had allegedly been pulled, but I just checked YouTube--and it's still there.  No, you assholes, I didn't fucking watch it!  No, you assholes, I'm not gonna!  what I DID see was a video of a young girl about her age, requesting that people LEAVE AMBER COLE ALONE, and STOP with the BULLYING.

Look, y'all, I'm just gonna rip right out and say this.  That little girl was coerced.  That little girl was recording performing a sexual act.  There were 2 other people in the room who could have stopped it who chose not to.  Amber's the one in the wrong?  REALLY?!?!?!?  FUCKING REALLY?!?!?!?!?  What about those two boys, especially the one holding the fucking video phone or whatever the fuck it was?  Last time I checked, kiddie porn is ILLEGAL.  EVEN IF IT'S MADE BY MINORS.

Amber Cole, I fully support you as a young woman.  Keep your head up and to hell with the haters.  Go out and have a beautiful life, despite them.  

Oh yeah, and to those of you who think this kinda shit is cool--FUCK YOU.  STOP READING MY BLOG, STOP ACTING ALL OFFENDED WHEN I SHOOT MY MOUTH OFF AND SWEAR AND TAKE UP FOR THE DEFENSELESS, AND CLAIMING TO BE SOMETHING YOU'RE FUCKING NOT, YOU FUCKING LOSERS.

I'm too pissed off to have any sort of logical, sound, rational reaction to this, because this is ILLOGICAL, IRRATIONAL, and disgusting on so many levels it'll take me a logarithm and maybe even an act of Divinity to figure this shit out.  So unless you have something POSITIVE to say in DEFENSE OF THE VICTIM (who, by the way, is a FEMALE named AMBER), don't fucking bother me.

Opening Up, Ethical Sluts, and Wild Wild Women Like Me

I've known about Dossie Easton and Janice Hardy's The Ethical Slut for a little over a year now.  I'm a fan of Easton and Hardy's easy, approachable writing style, and The Ethical Slut doesn't seem to be any different, nor does the sample I've read thus far disappoint.  If anything, I find this may be a very helpful and healing read.

Dear Readers, I was what you might consider a slut.  When I was in my teens and twenties, I enjoyed the tiny tingles between my legs, I participated quite often in mutual and single masturbation, and once I got that cherry popped, I really enjoyed sex.  I mean I really, really enjoyed sex!  Of course I was safe.  I'm not stupid.  No slut really truly is.  But some of that changed when I was in college.

Lots of young men--and a few young women, too--rather enjoyed my company, as well as my body.  Quite a few of the young men also ruined any sort of "good" reputation I had.

Then something truly hideous happened.  I was gang-raped.

At that time, there was a phrase that I had never been exposed to before I went to college:  "You can't rape the willing."

Really?  I wasn't willing to be dragged into a dorm room.  I wasn't willing to be humiliated, literally shat and pissed upon (those of you who are down with water sports, anal and scat--more power to ya, but this is part of why I don't dig it.  I'm not judging those who are down, but this is part of why I'm not).  When you've had what little power you're tapping into ripped from you by force and humiliation, it's a helluva long way back to get your confidence, groove, and sanity back.  I was known as a train girl, and I didn't even know what the fuck a train girl was.  Irony, indeed--my grandfather worked for the railroad.  Would he have done to me what these young me did?  Hell no!  Would he have stopped it if he could?  You better believe it!

Anyways--Easton and Hardy's work make me want to reclaim the moniker of slut.  They make me want to celebrate my body, my sexuality, my weirdness.  They make me want to travel back in time to slap a Victorian man.

Please excuse me, Dear Readers, while I embrace and get back in touch with my inner Wildness.

More kink

From vintage director Irving Klaw.  Enjoy, you naughty boys! ;)

Some videos for lovers of high heels

Musical fun

For those of you with no sense of humor, or who don't appreciate good rockabilly, or who just don't get me as a person, you won't like this video.  For everyone else, hope you enjoy it!  ;)

Crunk Feminist Collective

is hands-down, across-the-board, no-holds barred awesomeness on the web.  I've only read the first of 2 or 3 of the posts I've found after being away for a week.  SUCH good advice!  SUCH brilliant writing!  Whether you follow feminists or not, whether you're urban, suburban, our way out in the sticks like m'self, you're sure to enjoy their material.  Leopard heels in a meeting--YUM-O!

I've also enjoyed reading a new blog I've discovered, A Domestic Domme.  She has excellent advice and writes beautifully!  I hope she updates soon, though.

Enjoy, Readers!

More Reviews, but Some Arguments, Too!

So I downloaded LOTS of samples from Jessica Valenti last night.  Interesting stuff.  I can't say that I agree with all of it, but I will say this--feminism is NOT a bad word, nor is it a bad thing to be.  What IS bad--racism, CLASSISM, and men getting all offended if a woman calls them ugly, or makes an anti-male, raunchy, sexist joke.  Uh--fellas?  Y'all did that shit in front of women for centuries.  So now that some of you are "claiming" to be sensitive and in touch with your feminine sides, that doesn't mean you shouldn't be so PC that you can't take a joke or withstand a little harmless ribbing.

Not as pissed off as I was, but work has been sapping my energy.  But I love when I'm in boss-lady mode!

Well FCUK ME!!!!!!!!!!!

Holy shit!  Look what else I found!

http://crunkfeministcollective.wordpress.com/

SUCH a good day online, but I can't hit any of this at work when I get bored or need a wee diversion from everyone else's bullshit.

For those who don't think feminism and race relations and economics has anything to do with REAL D/s and BDSM, I'M CALLING YOU OUT!  YA HEAR ME DAMN IT?!?!?  I'M CALLING YOU OUT!


You feel like a fight?  Fine.  Wanna start some shit?  Fine.  Just remember. . .  for every bullshit conspiracy you try and throw at me, I'll find an academic reference with perfect spelling that will shoot holes in your shoddy theories every. . . fucking. . . time.


Ya wanna rock n' roll?  Let's go. . .

What I'm Reading and How Things May Change Even More

I got curious about a feminist blog today, and had to wait until I returned home to try and look at it.  It's blocked at work.  But I'm curious about reading more from the blog's main author and co-founder, Jessica Valenti.

Currently, I'm reading Different Loving.  But I'll soon be downloading samples of and eventually checking out the work of Ms. Valenti.  For now, you might want to peruse Feministing.com.

Book Review: The Sexually Dominant Woman

I've had this one on my Kindle for quite some time, but I could never really get started with it.  Since I've chosen this path, and since I've chosen to change some things internally with myself, I decided to read more than just the first three chapters.  And I'm so glad I did.

Lady Green takes the reader--who she assumes, and she states this quite clearly, is female and in a heterosexual relationship--through basic safety, protocols, and she even gives the reader a step-by-step scene, so that they may begin their journey.

As someone who was raised in a rather traditional vanilla home, this is a very helpful guidebook.  Lady Green even gives the reader a list of references and other works in her rather expansive appendices, which I think is wonderful!  Because of Lady Green, I am now determined to read the rest of Jay Wiseman's Sm 101, as well as eventually purchase the updated version of Carol Queen's Exhibitionism for the Shy.

A note of help to any submissives there who are involved with someone, or would like to be:  read this, and discuss OPENLY with your potential Significant Other EXACTLY what you are willing to provide via your submission.  I've noticed a lot of bitching and kvetching from submissive men out here in the blogosphere in regard to how they can't find anyone, or how they feel misunderstood.  This may be exactly what you need to set your fears and timidity aside and help your potential Dom/me come to terms with you as well as themselves.

Fairy-tale Nightmares

I have finished Lux from the anthology Here Be Monsters.  Lux is quite the accomplished killer.  She is the Doctor's daughter, and he made her what she is.  Without giving away too much of the plot, I will say this--if this ever becomes a full-length novel, I'll be the first in line to purchase it.  If it were a movie, I'd be the first in line for  a ticket.

Lux kills monsters.  Most of these monsters are, of course, lab-created, and were either set free, or "escaped" (i. e. were set free and given the impression they were escaping, but the escape is illusory).  The worst monster of all  is, of course, strapped to his own hideous device, while Lux really does escape, hops onto a plane bound for Paris, and begins studying the idea of scaling the Cathedral de Notre Dame.  She bests them all, like the most skilled of killers, and Lux is my little anti-hero.  I highly recommend this short story!

Just In Time for Halloween. . .

In honor of my favorite holiday, and in honor of filthy pagans and beatniks and oddballs everywhere, I will be bringing you some short story reviews from a delightful anthology, Here Be Monsters.

I just finished India Drummond's The Reaver, a science fiction piece in which human souls are captured for the pleasure of demons and encased in orbs.  Why have I chosen this one?  Because the soul of a human princess is seen as filthy, brown, muddy and plain, while the soul of a woman-warrior is many-faceted, like the jewels We are.  Krel is a creator of such orbs, and is so obsessed with his work that he doesn't even notice when his only daughter, Ruygret, is killed later by human upstarts.

I am also mid-way through Anabel Portillo's Lux, and have already found my favorite quote:  ". . . a good little monster, doing her chores."  I'll review this one after I've finished it.  Lux is perhaps one of my favorite new fictional characters I've been introduced to, and I certainly don't mind stating that, aside from her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, I like her because she reminds me so very much of me--small, slight, freakishly strong with a sky-high metabolism and a fast heart, and a monster-hunter.

Yeah, I'm crushin' hard, too. . . . I'll write more on this as soon as I finish it, I swear!

More For My Sisters

I have a tattoo.  It's a small tattoo, in a rather private place, and I got it when I was still in college.  A lot of my sorority sisters were getting these little roses on their ankles and little stars on their necks and things.  What did I want?  I wanted something off a Tarot card.  I wanted something that was 100% pure ME.  It's small, but it's mighty, and it's all mine.  If I could take a song and tattoo it all over my body, if I could wrap myself in music, if I could have my own little theme for when I walk into a room, the video below would be IT.  Not visually exciting, but listen to the lyrics.  I grew up to this song.  I've known it by heart since I was about 8.  Enjoy!

Sisterhood

I'll explain when I feel like it.  For now, just kick back and dig this groove.

New Conclusion

I will no longer be bullied or blamed for the pathetic attitudes some have toward Us/us.  I think I'll be sticking around after all, but there are going to be some changes.  You'll notice these changes in the demeanor and frequency of posts.

I believe I do have quite a bit to say.

Again, if you disagree, then stop reading.  Don't solicit me in an e-mail offering "services" and then never bother returning a simple fucking e-mail.  I'll be pulling my last post and replacing it with this one.

The Domme-brarian ain't goin' nowhere.

Bruised-Up Barbies and D/s

Apparently, I've missed something from Hollyweird--which means I've actually missed nothing at all, as it's always the same shit but with a different shade of pink around the lens.  Apparently, one of the girls from Glee did a photo shoot in which she sports a black eye.  I linked over to his blog and looked at the rest of the pictures, as well as the video.  The video's a bit of a snore.  Lots of folks in the comments are all pissed off about the glamorization of violence against women, but many of the m are pissed off about the glamorization of violence in general.  What they seem to lack empathy for--the fact that Hollyweird and teh pr0n industry has been doing this shit for ages, and this is what people see as true D/s and/or BDSM.

Here's my take on it.  Folks, it's just an image on celluloid.  Or whatever the fuck film is made out of.  It's another dull-as-dishwater blonde who is younger than most of my socks and fave t-shirts.  The photos look to be done by someone just as young and clueless.  I don't see any cops coming round to haul Tyler Sheilds's "arty" self off to jail.  But then, cops can't get involved in domestic affairs, I don't reckon.

Y'all realize this shit is staged, yes?  Do I think it glorifies abuse?  Yes, it probably does.  Wrong?  You better believe it.  Pathetic?  Yup.  This is freedom of speech at it's best?  Wow.  No wonder I don't dig art.  But then, hell, according to the "arts community" (and artists at-large) I'm too fucking thick to get this stuff anyway.

This ain't D/s.  Or BDSM.  Or anything close to it.  It's just pictures of abuse, and this moron's too thick to get it.  So much for my good day.

A New Book Review

Right now, I only have the sample.  It's a book about Master/slave relations.  I'll keep you posted as soon as I snap it's virtual spine, ha-ha-ha.  It's cooling down here.  I'm glad.  I hate hot weather anymore.  I am also quite tired of summer. I'm quite tired of lots of things, pushy "submissives" being one of them.  if you are the pushy submissive who keeps messaging me (but who is NOT my friend at FL) then please fuck off.  Just fuck off, dude.  If you'd read my profile, you'd know I'm involved with someone.  Don't like it?  Toughski Schitzki.  Wilkommen am der Polisch Army.  I'd get verbally abusive, but you'd probably dig that.

Oh yeah--the book review.  I swear, I'll read more than the sample if it's worthy.

All Apologies

Sorry I've been gone so long.  Work is eating into a lot of my blogging time.  I'll be back as soon as I can.

My Inner Warrior

August has been a crap month.  I'm having trouble relaxing, as well as concentrating.  I've gotten into several loud and rather nasty arguments, none of which I started, but all of which I finished, mostly with an icy glare and a growled acknowledgment of the offending party's stupidity.  But this has gotten me to thinking--why is it that some of the weakest people I work with perceive themselves as strong, while I'm trying to keep myself on the humble and they see me as weak?

So I've decided to revamp my current attitude, some of which you all may be witnessing on this weblog.  If you don't like or are offended by aforementioned revamped attitude, then feel free to stop reading or following.  I've had it with pissy bitches like you anyway.

So. . . . in light of this, I'm going to be hitting the kettlebells and weights (as opposed to my workmates) a lot harder, reading more in regard to D/s and power exchanges, and going back to saying NO a lot more often in regard to the crap people bring into work and "share" with the rest of us.  That means NO to cookies, brownies, and hideous hippy food that tastes as bland as it looks, and does nothing but make me nauseous.  That also means saying NO and walking away from stupid arguments rather than engage these people in their petty political discussions that I could give a rat's ass about.  

Maybe it's a planetary alignment (but I doubt it) but I've got a lot going on just now.  Between work and family worries, getting into heated verbal exchanges with people online and getting into heated verbal exchanges with older people who are exhibiting bratty behavior just saps my energy right now, and it's making me a little nuts.  So you all may also find links to an online workout journal that I've considered posting, as well as links to a weblog from a female bodybuilder and some former military women who work their asses off. . . and it shows.  

Please keep your weak and pathetic comments to yourselves, weaklings.  I only wish, for now, to speak and engage with other dominant Warrior Women who help keep me sane.

Pauline Nordin's Fighter Diet

BEST Women's Training Article EVER!  

Vampires in Devil Town, D/s, and Another Fiction Review

Since I couldn't get into White Power and I can't stay awake through The Communist Manifesto yet, I decided to divert myself with one of my favorite genres of fiction--horror.  I downloaded Vampires in Devil Town as a freebie from Amazon, but only started reading it the other day.  Now that school is getting ready to start back up, I can't get into anything too terribly interesting, plot-wise, as I no longer have the luxury of staying up until the wee morning hours reading.  In fact, I should have STOPPED engaging in this sort of activity back around July 16 or 17, right before I went back to work, but oh well, hind-sight is always 20/20 and all that.

Anyway--this has, thus far, become a riveting little horror read, and yes, there are even some elements of forced D/s.  Case in point--when the main character, Rachel, is kidnapped and thrown into the back of a van by Bones and Rain, Bones makes many references to dominance, smacking her around, and calling her a "little bitch" to "show her her place".  Why is this forced?  No consent on poor Rachel's end.  In fact, Rachel and Rain conspire to get away from Bones, which they do in a shockingly quick manner.  I'm also about to begin the chapter in which Rain will tell Rachel about "the last time" Bones did something to a victim of him, as well as find out why Bones likes to cut women's nipples off, keep them for a while until they start to rot and stink, and maybe even why he wants to "play" with his victims.  Is Bones truly Dominant?  I think not.  He's too lazy to chase them through the woods, and he relies too much on violence and not enough on actually protecting Rain or anyone else other than himself.  This is another vanilla example of what Those People think D/s and BDSM really is.  Pissed off about this?  Yup.  Good and angry about it?  Not quite.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've a bit more reading to do.  ;)

The Little Experiment

has gone slightly awry.  I've been trying to read White Power by John Lincoln Rockwell and I just can't do it.  I've been trying for the past two days.  Between the hideous typographical errors and some of the facts which are just plain wrong, I simply refuse to give this hate-filled, anger-fueled diatribe another moment of my time.  I'm sure, somewhere out there, it's in a public library, probably taking up shelf space along with Hitler's Mein Kampf.  To those libraries, I say, good for you.  Folks, I can't give you a decent evaluation or even a brief synopsis of the plot of White Power, simply because I can't get into it, I'm sick of the author fussing at me, and if I want preached to by a hatemonger, I'll go to work or jump online and try to read something from Rush Limbaugh or that Sean Hannity person or any of the other conservatives who think our current president is a Socialist who wasn't born in this country.  Just a heads-up, to those of you who feel the same way--Hawaii has been an official state since 1949.  Obama was born sometime in the mid-60s, I believe.  His mother was a white woman.  Does this make him the first official black president?  Not necessarily.  Does this make him the first official President of mixed race?  Yes.  Is this a bad thing?  No.  Go ahead and disagree with me.

The Monster in the Classroom

Thus far, I have only read the first chapter, which was free from Amazon's Kindle web site.  This is what I can tell you thus far about Boy Toy by Barry Lyga.  First and foremost, no matter what flavor of kink you may or may not subscribe to, Boy Toy's opening chapter will probably make you feel a bit queasy, if not downright nauseous.  This is because the teacher who messed up the main character's adolescence is about to be released from jail, and his mother is absolutely beside herself with worry, grief, and fear.  And who could blame her?  The woman who ruined her little boy's adolescence and gave his childhood a premature, brutal ending is about to be out on the prowl.  This, by the way, is also why I hate the term "cougar" to describe a woman past her mid-thirties who has a predilection for younger men.  There is something deeply predatory about this type of person.  I see this sort of behavior--chasing after children--as disgusting.  What is described in Boy Toy has nothing to do with age play, and damn near everything to do with pedophilia.

That said, I understand why it might make some school librarians uncomfortable enough not to put it on their shelves.  Do I think it has a place in my school library's shelves and in my collection?  Absolutely!  Am I going to run right out and purchase a copy from one of my vendors?  Not just yet, as I'm still reading it.

Now I feel I have to get this off my chest.  Personally, age play does nothing for me.  Maybe it's because I, personally, am disgusted by women like Mary Kay Letourneau, one of my former high school principals (who married one of his former students--ick), and a local woman who molested two of her sixth-grade male students.  I remember when her trial was going on.  She was also someone who was very active in her church and within the religious portions of her community.  If she sees pedophilia as God's will, then I'll revert back to my filthy pagan ways.  Not to mention all those priests who prey upon their altar boys!  I also recall, from that woman's trial, that they had to have two beefy police officers escort her into the court for her arraignment hearing.  She was also wearing a bullet-proof vest.  What was I thinking?  "Head shot.  If you were really good and really fast, you could get in a head shot."

I'll have a full review after I download the full book, probably sometime in mid- to late August.  So far, I am deeply moved by the plot.  But I cannot say that this is a book I will enjoy.

A Forewarning

I have been working non-stop as a librarian since 1995.  I am a voracious reader who hates any form of censorship, book-banning, or any attempts to silence people, no matter what they are trying to say.  Some of my upcoming reviews will make people uncomfortable.  Some of them will not deal with BDSM or D/s, but will be works which have been banned or censored or kept out of public view for public reading consumption for various reasons--racist, Communist, homophobic, promotes homosexuality, promotes hatred, promotes religions besides Christianity/Judaism, and of course there's the porn, some of which may deal with BDSM and D/s, but most of which just describes sex, orgasms, and kink in general.

LET ME MAKE THIS CRYSTAL-CLEAR, DEAR READERS. . . YOU WILL DISAGREE WITH ME.  THAT IS PERFECTLY OK.  I MAY OR MAY NOT DISAGREE WITH YOU.  THAT IS ALSO PERFECTLY OK.  I WILL LOSE READERSHIP.  THAT IS OK.  BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW ANY VOICES TO BE SILENCED SIMPLY BECAUSE WE DISAGREE WITH ONE ANOTHER.  I WILL ALSO NOT TOLERATE ABUSE OR DIATRIBES BASED ON NOTHING BUT OVER-EMOTIONAL OPINIONS AND PLOYS TO TRY AND SWAY MY OPINION.  CLEAR?  GOOD!

Feel free to comment or e-mail.  It may take me awhile, but I will get back to you.  Yes, this also has a great deal to do with my current moderately-depressed state.  

Quick Update

So not only am I homesick and moderately depressed, I'm also pissed off.  While perusing a new acquisition today, I caught mention of a book by Barry Lyga, Boy Toy, about a young man who is raped by his teacher, who convinces him she's in love with him.  While attempting to download it onto my Kindle, I ran across another title, Sex Toys and Naughty Boys, which I also intend to review.  If I review Lyga's Boy Toy on this blog, it will be in regard to censorship, not kink.  The other title, however, will deal more with the kink than the censorship.  Or will it. . . . ?

A Wee Bit Homesick

Please enjoy the following musical arrangements.  I've been listening to folk music a lot lately, and am now quite homesick.  I'll be back later in the summer, after I calm down.

This one always makes me cry.  

I was raised on bluegrass and rock n' roll

May the river run wide run deep run muddy oh the river run long after I am gone. . .  . I miss him!

HER TEETH WERE GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!

One of my fondest childhood memories involved sitting in my parents' kitchen, with many other friends of my parents, all musicians, all married, and all of us singing bluegrass and staying up late, and all us kids used to go out and catch lightning bugs and play tag and run around barefoot.  No matter how hard I rock, no matter how loud I get, bluegrass and folk are what I listen to all summer long.  Thanks for listening.

Current Reading--Just Kids, by Patti Smith

I first purchased and downloaded this when I first bought my Kindle.  It was this and Stephen King's Full Dark No Stars that were my first official purchases.  I've started, re-started, and am now trying to finish this wonderful and touching memoir from one of my favorite Women.  I've known this song since I was 10.  I've been a fan of Patti Smith and her Group since I was 12.  They were, for me, the original Beat/punk band.  Look for a full review upon finishing this title.  For now, please enjoy this:

OK, OK, I Just Couldn't Wait. . . .

Patience is not my forte!  I joined FetLife and even joined a couple of groups.  I'd still like to read anyone's reviews, however.  Just curious.  Thanks again!

FetLife

I'm curious. . . .and yes, this will be a short post, because I'm tired.  Lace knitting isn't as difficult as I thought it would be, but because I'm still somewhat new to it (heh--Life theme, anyone?) I still pay scrupulous attention to my stitch-count and what my hands are doing, as well as stopping every five or so rows to make sure I'm getting the length right.  But I was trying to research the background of a blog post a friend sent me, and ran across something called FetLife.  I'm curious about this, but won't be able to sign up just yet due to time constraints and some work stuff I need.  More on that later, though.  If someone (or quite a few someones) can give me rave reviews--good, bad, ugly, but mostly honest--then I'll look into it.  Look, dear Readers, I'm not new to social networking.  However--if this thing turns out to be just as hideous and heinous as collarme.com or has way more smarm and "I'm-ever-so-much-better-than-you-because-I'm-from-London" horseshit I've read at informedconsent, I simply won't bother.  But I thank you dear Readers.  I thank you.

Curiosity

Those of you who know me know that I am a hard-core advocate of kettlebells and kettlebell workouts.  I have been using Dragon Door Publications' Kettlebell Goddess dvd for about a year now, sporadically (ok, ok, at least once a week, but more when I can, or when the weather's too bad for me to take my workouts outdoors). One of my favorites--and the workout I've since been inspired to work up to for at least twice a week, every week--is one named after Odyne, the Greek goddess of pain.

Every time I complete this work-out (or, almost, as I still can't hack the double-cleans after the double-swings with my 20-pounders), I feel stronger, more in control, and a lot of my anger subsides.  I also get curious about the goddess for whom my favorite workout was named.  Here's my problem--I'm not finding much, other than quick, tepid, "oh-she-was-the-Goddess-of-Pain-and-she's-Greek" stuff.

I'm going to try and do a deep-web search later this afternoon if I'm able (and can remember) but if anyone has links they might be willing to share, it would be greatly appreciated.

Domiknitrix

It's not just a book review. . . it's a lifestyle!  After reading this, I picked up my needles again.  I haven't knit in about two years, partly due to stress of a divorce, and partly due to graduate school.  So here's what this book has to do with D/s and BDSM. . . .

Jennifer Stafford, the original Domiknitrix, forces her yarn to do her bidding--whether it's by sheer determination, making up her own pattern, or making the yarn bend to her will.  Despite what some other reviewers (mostly at Amazon) have stated, this really is a good guide for beginning knitters.  Does she actually show you how to make a slip knot?  No.  Should you probably already know how to do this if you really want to learn to knit or crochet?  YES.  She also explains the intricacies of intarsia (she almost makes it sound. . . fun), the genius of an I-cord (the I = IDIOT, btw) and even allows you into her beautifully sadistic knitting world via her web site.  Does it have a whole lot to do with Our Lifestyle?  Not necessarily.  Fun if you love crafts and knitting especially?  Absolutely!  Suggestion:  much like Elizabeth Zimmerman and Annie Modesitt, Stafford is also an OK (opinionated knitter).  She encourages the use of Continental Style Knitting. I also advocate the use of Continental Style Knitting.  I also advocate that you at least give this a look-see, if nothing else simply for fun.  You don't have to buy it.  Your local library will do.

More Acquisitions

I decided, since the blog background was giving me such fits and causing much frustration, I needed a little retail therapy.  So off to the local book store I went, with actually an ulterior motive in mind.  For years, they have had a much-neglected (until now) copy of a book entitled Domiknitrix.  Unfortunately, someone had purchased it out from under me.  Perfectly all right, though.  I picked up a "coffee table" book highlighting the history of the corset, and it turns out Domiknitrix is available for a Kindle download.  This will be interesting, as I've never downloaded a pattern book for my Kindle before.  I have downloaded electronic books and printed off the patterns as necessary, but a Kindle may prove--different.

I figured out how to fix the map widget, as well as edit other widgets I found through blogger.  I'll keep you posted, dear Readers!  For those of you here in the States, have a happy and explosive Independence Day!  And remember, kids, when playing with bottle rockets, the protocol is: 1.  Light it.  2.  Throw it up.  3.  Yell "DUCK!".  IN THAT ORDER!

Now go blow something up for America. . . and for fun as well.

WARNING! BORING POST!

No, really, this one IS boring.  First of all, thanks to DishevelledDomina for pointing out that the comments aren't working properly.  I'm currently trying to look at the code on my end to see if there's anything goofy or wrong or mis-typed.  I haven't found anything yet, but then, I only know basic html.  And only the most basic of basic, at that.

Long story short--I may have to ditch this cool and groovy template.  And I really, really like this template.  I'll keep working on the wonkiness, though, and try to get a similar, more interesting template going.  Welcome to all the new readers in all the different countries on my wee map widget.  You all are awesome.  Thanks for your support.

Burlesque Aerobics

I don't know about you, dear Readers, but I'd rather do Bettie's joint mobility warm-up before kettlebells than the standard.  I'm on a burlesque kick at present, with 2 reviews coming up after the Independence Day holiday here in the States.  Please enjoy this wee snippet starring my favorite, Bettie Page.

Book Review: Find Your Domme

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Another Review

Well, I can tell you what I may NOT be reviewing, as opposed to what I've recently discovered.  The Mistress Thalia--is speaking directly to submissive men, but I doubt I'll be purchasing it.  She tends to have the same attitude that subs aren't necessary that was expressed with much dismay over at the submissivemale blog.  Why should I pay for someone to yell at me?  If I want yelled at, I'll go visit one of my old bosses.  But why would I do that?

Now--there's another one I will be reviewing, written by a British Dominant woman who I can DEFINITELY relate to.  I'll also be purchasing the full copy of Mistress Celia's Find Your Domme.  I'm also interested to know. . . . would you all still read if I wrote book reviews that didn't feature D/s or BDSM as the underlying theme?  How do you feel about--horror?  Please advise at y'all's earliest convenience.  Just click my e-mail from my profile here on blogger, and I'll respond as soon as I can.

In an Attempt to Assist Submissives

Through some recent comments on a submissive male's blog, I've been mulling over the idea of finding some assistance for those submissives who are seeking a Dominant, but don't know where to begin.  Curious in regard to this, I tried my local cragislist.  Other than some idiot wanting a female sex toy (my mental response--Sir, you have 2 hands.  . . what's the problem here?) I didn't find a whole lot.  This got me to thinking. . . . there are 2 book samples I've recently downloaded, Find Your Domme by Mistress Celia, and Letters from a Dominatrix by Mistress Thalia, that I will be looking into as soon as I can, so that I may try to help with the educational aspects of D/s.  I'm not an expert, so please don't troll, scream, rant, or threaten.  Those comments will be deleted.  Not because I don't welcome criticism, but because it's My Blog.  Get that?  MINE.  Besides which, some submissives truly are seeking guidance, as well as solace.  I'll provide what I can, dear Readers!  For now, for those of you who would prefer to peruse your own copies, please feel free to click the following links:

http://www.amazon.com/Find-your-Domme-ebook/dp/B004T33Q4Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1309271001&sr=8-1

http://www.amazon.com/Letters-Dominatrix-Submissive-Domina-ebook/dp/B0057PNEQA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1309271089&sr=1-1

Enjoy!

Upcoming Reviews

Late last night, in a fit of pique, I began downloading samples of classic Victorian erotica, as well as some classic D/s and BDSM titles.  Jay Wiseman's SM 101 is one that kept me up late, simply reading the sample.  When I get paid again next week, this is one I'll be purchasing to read in its entirety.  This one is in InformedConsent's Top 100 Titles, and based on the sample I downloaded, I can see why.

Another one I'll be reviewing soon is Letters from a Dominatrix, in which a pro Domme writes open letters to potential submissives in regard to how to be a better sub, and how to find the Domme of his/her dreams.

I'll keep you posted, dear Readers.  Thanks for your patience!

More Music

Ok, ok, two more and then I'll stop with the videos for now. . . . for now. . .

These 2 might be more--palatable.  Although I've always found Tribe 8 to be way more palatable than anything coming out of the entertainment industry as I've been exposed to it, as a viewer, listener and consumer.

Ya know what?  I'm just gonna shut up and let Natalie and Queen Ifrica take over.  Enjoy!

Threw this one in because of all the wonderful dancing.

Short, Sweet, and To-the-Point

All right all you sub-standard subs--would YOU suck Lynn Breedlove's strap-on?  And yes, I still have a thing for Slade. . . .

For More of Your Viewing Pleasure

Still pissed, but not as irked as I was yesterday.  I know, dear Readers, I have some explaining to do.  I'm not awake enough yet, so please bear with me on this.  My inner Riot Grrrl is raising her delightfully purple-tinged, pixie-cut head, and my inner 22-year-old-former-gang-rape-self is surfacing again, as she does every year in mid-summer.  But this blog helps ease Her fears, helps Her feel safe, and She REALLY DIGS TRIBE 8!  Enjoy, darlings!

How I'm Feeling Today

This is gonna piss some people off.  This is exactly how much I care.  If you can't handle me, then stop reading.  Stop tuning in.  Stop following.  I'm not your fearless fucking leader.  I'm just ME.  Enjoy.  Or don't.

List of Demands, Part II

This post may be difficult to follow.  There has been a bit of a kerfluffle online in regard to submissives not being appreciated, being seen as "a dime a dozen," via a post here (original) and the responses here and here.  And yes, over at the submissivemale blog, I got into a bit of a wrangle with an anonymous poster, who also requested some help finding dominant women.  This post hopes to address that issue as well.

First off, let me just say. . . . I appreciate my submissive.  I will not give his name because he has asked me not to.  I appreciate his honesty, his sweet nature, his fine manners, and his hard work.  When he gets out of line, he is punished accordingly, and he doesn't mess up often.  His 2 most attractive traits--his INTELLIGENCE, and his WILLINGNESS TO SERVE.  Let me write those again, in bold and italicized print, so that any subs out there who still don't get it will see what, at least to this Dominant Female, are two desirable traits:  INTELLIGENCE, A WILLINGNESS TO SERVE ME.  Got it?  I don't think you do.  INTELLIGENCE.  A WILLINGNESS TO SERVE ME.  There.  

My sub sometimes frets that he's put on a tad bit of weight.  I say, more meat for me to lovingly nibble, smack, and play with.  A healthy boyo is a good playmate.  

My sub is also a talented musician who has played in several rockabilly and psychobilly bands.  He combs the internet almost as often as I do in search of good reading materials, whether they deal with D/s or BDSM or not.  Sometimes it's nice to simply read a good story before bed.  

My sub has always been good to his mother, which is why he is also so good to me.  He also loves animals and is kind to the elderly and children.  He is a kind and considerate person who helps people when and as they need it.  

I met my sub on a social networking site that is dedicate to rockabilly and psychobilly music.  I was feeling lonely one night and decided to go over to that site and see if anyone was online, and he and I talked for nearly an hour.  We kept chatting, writing, and talking with each other, until things grew into what they are now.  Of all the men I've dated and have met, including some of the ones I've met online, he is probably the absolute nicest one.  He's not just nice. . . . he's also considerate, polite, and intelligent.  I don't care that he has a tummy.  I care that he wants to serve me.  I don't care that he is extremely nervous and upset sometimes when he is in a crowd.  I care that he wants to serve me.  He serves me well.  He is an excellent sub, and I think other subs could learn a few things from him.

Now--in regard to this skewed sub-to-Dom/Domme ratio. . . submissives, you might want to consider getting over the whole looks thing.  If looks are your most important trait or if you think you should be with someone who looks like a male or female model or obnoxiously pretty pop star (C. Aguilera, K. Perry, the boys of Duran Duran back in their heyday), maybe you're being a bit too picky.  If you want someone who is cold and unfeeling, there are tons of those out there, even in the vanilla world.  I've dated a few myself.  Dommes can't uphold the whole "bitch ice queen" facade forever.  We're human, too.  We have feelings, too.  For those of you who are "playing" sub or who try to ever-so-subtly Top from the bottom--first off, you're not that subtle (no one is) and if you want to switch, that's fine, but some of us aren't into switching.  And some of you--and you know who you are--seem to think it's all about your needs, and that by fulfilling your needs, you are fulfilling your Domme's needs. .. . uh, no.  If the Domme wants you to serve her needs, then serve them.  That's what makes you a good sub.  Serving Her needs.  If you're a female sub, that's what you do.  You serve the Master.  Master/Mistress is happy, you're happy too.  

I'll be following this up with another post, I just need to do some research first, Readers.  Please bear with. . .    

Rest in Peace, Clarence Clemons

Just a wee sojourn from the usual on here. . . . rest in peace, Brother Clarence, the Big Man, who I never got to meet but always wanted to.  Besides my dad and John Coltrane, this cat was one of the greatest honkers, wailers, soul men, and all around finest human being of all time.  Words cannot express how deeply and how much he will be missed.  His last greatest honk to date was in a Lady Gaga video, which I bring deep props to, and not just for her totally rockin' boots.

The List, Part One

Maybe it's because I've been working so much on to-do lists, add-to lists, and reminder lists, but I've also noticed that lists seem to make up a large part of the blogosphere this week, or maybe it's just all the OTHER blogs I'm following.  This is just part one of a two-parter, and I'm already a wee bit late for work, so here's a li'l some'n-some'n to tide y'all over til I get back.  Enjoy, dear readers!

Some Stuff. . .

My apologies for the delay in posting, as work in the vanilla world has had to take precedence over what I consider normal.

Now--to the meat of this post.

Those who know me personally--or who have gotten to know me--know that there are times when I am an insufferable smart-ass, and that my humor often takes over, much like a demon--a really funny demon.  If my humor offends you, or if you think there are things that I shouldn't joke about, then fuck off and stop reading this blog.  I will never apologize for who (or, more to the point, WHAT) I am, and if you're a humorless stuffy person, then perhaps this blog isn't for you.

Now for some more meat--vegan?  Sorry, sugar, not on this blog!

For a while, I disappeared not just because of work.  I also disappeared because someone was trying to fuck up my virtual life, and I just wasn't about to sit back and take it.  This was to the point where I had to open a different e-mail account, killed off (for a time) a Facebook account that I use now ONLY for my immediate family (parents, nieces, brother and sister-in-law, cousins, etc.).  So here's the gist of my rant:  If I haven't heard from you in about 20 years (give or take), if I haven't thought about you in about 20 years, and if I haven't tried any way to get hold of you (no, not even that pathetic MyLife web site), then chances are pretty good I'm not thinking of you a whole lot.  I certainly can't say that I'm bothered that you're no longer a part of my life (although isn't high school, for most of us, something we're damn glad we're no longer in, PERIOD?).  I've changed since high school.  A LOT.  Though my inner dominance was always there, simmering beneath the surface, I could never truly unleash it the way I had hoped, so I did the next best thing--I joined and led many school organizations, won hideous amounts of awards and accolades, and tried exceptionally hard to keep my grades up, which resulted in lots of scholarships and saved SCADS of money for school.

Look--I've never exactly been a "nice" girl.  I've been an easy girl, a slut, a bitch, a cunt, and a damn difficult woman.  Nice?  Uh-uh. . . that ain't me.  Perfectly presentable for an evening, very pleasant company for about an hour, but after that, all bets are off.  The average man wouldn't accept this, nor would many who "claim" to be submissive (but who really aren't).  Most women don't much care for me outside work.  This is exactly how much of a shit I give.  So please, if you're reading this (which I doubt), please go back underground to whatever shithole in Oklahoma you're currently residing in.  Fuck someone else.  Marry someone else.  Die there.  Just die already you fucking loser.  You were a spineless shitheel who was pathetic in high school and had to steal, cheat, connive and rape your way into people's lives to get there, and you're still a pathetic shitheel now.  Fuck you, I have a life.

Oh yeah. . . how rude of me. . . .have a nice life! ;)

Now THIS is What I'm Talkin' About!

All right all you cross-dressing, foot-fetish, Domme-diggin' men who want to make Us happy.  Remember my little challenge from earlier this month?  If your sorry tail hasn't done anything yet. . . and I sure do have a sneaking suspicion it hasn't. . . perhaps you should check out this link:

http://walkamileinhershoes.org/

Should you take up this challenge, please send me pictures.  I want to see you in your Size 15 and above heels, stopping rape and sexual abuse!  If you are a man reading this--especially if you call yourself a submissive man and you're reading this--if you take part in this event, I would greatly appreciate any pictures or an update that you may have.  If you're a submissive and you aren't participating, or if you're a male follower and you're not participating, know this--you have displeased me greatly, and I would appreciate it if you would stop following a blog by a woman who wouldn't have your ass anyway, not even to flog it.  Up for it?  PROVE IT!

For Foot and Shoe Lovers

I found the following links via Ayesha's blog, and I'm thanking her for directing me to these delightful resources.  As soon as I'm up to it, I'll wrangle with the code to add them on my sidebar as permanent links.  For now, Dear Readers, feel free to click it while it's here.

http://www.highheelshoemuseum.com/

http://www.fluevog.com/ -- I have always absolutely adored these shoes!  Funny and cute and rather sturdy-looking, but for now financially out of reach.

http://www.exotichighheels.com/ -- Because you deserve some shopping pleasure

http://shoetube.tv  -- Hmmmmmmmmmmm. . . having a bit of trouble with this one, may have to update the link later.

Please also enjoy the 2 video links, one from Mistsress DiDi, Domme Extraordinaire, and a more vanilla version from Legwork.  The opening is HILARIOUS by the way, and heavens do I see it all the time.

The DIVINE Mistress DiDi

Legwork--and their hilarious opening segment!

Interesting News Report

This evening, while watching the Nightly News on my local NBC station, I was fortunate enough to catch this broadcast in their "Making a Difference" campaign.  I later went out and did a basic Google search for the Kibera School for Girls, where I found this.

So what does this have to do with D/s?  Well, probably not much.  What does it have to do with Women, and female empowerment?  EVERYTHING.  This school was started by a man and a woman.  Kibera is a slum area in Nairobi, Kenya, that is densely populated and extremely poor, with a high rate of infant and childhood mortality, and a high HIV rate.  Kibera School for Girls is the genius brainchild of Kenneth Odede, who is himself a native of this region.  Yes, you read that correctly, a school for girls, which was founded by a man.  He didn't go it alone, though.  He had help through his friend, Jessica Possner.

Many people who read, comment, occasionally follow, or are simply interested in gender and especially women's issues have gotten to know that I sometimes become quite vitriolic and acerbic when it comes to discussions of gender and what "they" feel or think being a woman is all about.  To these readers (and you bloody well know who you are, I'm not about to lower myself to calling out by name) I hope you will click the links above, read the articles, and possibly even donate to this wonderful school and help these future women.

A Brief Update

Just prior to the announcement of the AWOL status, I had written a post in regard to rape, forced Dominance via sexual violence, and a call-out to do something about it.  Here's part of my personal dilemma, if you will.

Yesterday was a rather nice day.  I have some work responsibilities to take care of, and will quite possibly be employed for a majority of the summer.  I am not complaining because as long as my paycheck doesn't bounce, I'm cool with any extra duties I may incur.  I like dressing in cool, flowing things for summer because it gets hot in my library, so the extra cotton and shorter lengths are quite nice.  I had gone downtown to a small funky boutique I have driven past often but never been in.  It  began to rain hard, and cool down dramatically.

She was standing outside, holding a battered umbrella.  Though her clothes were relatively clean, she was wearing sandals, and only had vision from one eye, the other milky with a cataract. Her glasses were torn all to hell too.  "Excuse me, ma'am," she said, "I need me a bus ticket.  I ain't got no money.  I gotta get home.  I need me a bus ticket. Ticket-man says I need forty-fi' dollahs.  I need me a bus ticket.  You got any money?"

"Sister, I'm coming right back.  Money's in my car."

I knew she was thinking, "Bullshit, bitch, you just walked out of a shop."  I only pay for my stuff using my debit card when I shop.  It's easier for me to track purchases via my bank's web site than to futz about with receipts.  It also keeps my wallet lean n' clean, and my handbag is much, much lighter that way.

So I came back around the corner, gave her the five I found in my car, and all the coins in my cup-holder.  She was having trouble holding onto it all.  "Thank you," she said.

"I'm always willing to help a Sister in need.  You have a bless'd day."

"God bless you, baby girl," she said with a gappy smile.  "Oh, honey, you better get out of this rain.  And don't hang out down here by this bus station.  This here's a rough neighborhood.  They don't bother me 'cause I'm old.  They'll bother you, though, and I don't want nothin' to happen to ye.  God bless ye baby."

This is especially for those submissives who think they can coast on the good will and good fortune of their Dominant, whether male or female.  Somewhere, someone had to save you, whether just a friend, your Dom/me, or someone else close to you.  Before you get all complacent and think you're off the hook for the next couple months, here's my request:  help someone.  More specifically, help someone besides your damn self.  Look, Sisters and Brothers (or should it be Bothers, ha-ha) we're all trapped on this planet together.  Basic kindness to other humans, no matter how sub- they may be, knows no boundaries--not race, not politics, not gender, not socio-economics or any of that other stuff the media keeps flinging at us like it matters.  So here's my challenge---help someone.

  

Away for a Bit

Readers,

I am sorry to do this to you.  Due to some personal stuff I need to work out, this blog will be updated rather sporadically.  Thank you, new followers, I appreciate your readership and I will try to update as soon as possible.

Really Down with D/s? PROVE IT

Gentle Reader,

The Domme.brarian got completely good and pissed off earlier today.  She's not apologizing because she knows she's right, and she'll be the first to admit when she's wrong.  But The Domme.brarian's boy jay has brought up some very good points today, and she concurs wholeheartedly.  She also is sending out a challenge.  The challenge is more directed toward submissive men than women, but if the women would like to participate, they certainly may.

When The Domme.brarian was in college, she started out as a psych major.  One of the courses required of all psych majors was to work an 800 hotline, mostly for suicide prevention and deep states of depression.  I saved a few people, I helped even more, and I heard lots of testimony from. . . rape victims and other assault victims.  The stories were heart-breaking.  One of those victims was a sorority sister.  As someone who had also felt the cruelty of sexual assault, I could definitely relate.

All right, submissive men, here's my challenge to you:  I am requesting that you commit to some volunteer work during the month of May, either for battered women or for rape victims.  If you truly wish to serve--if you truly want to prove your worthiness to women--if you care about females at all--please donate your time and your ears and your hearts to helping heal a victim of sexual, physical, mental, or emotional assault.  Don't throw money at it, don't turn your head and act like it's not there, don't be a silly little boy and think that if you ignore it, it will go away, don't provide lip service on your fucking blogs and twitter feeds and cute n' adorable little chat rooms.  You'll serve your time and help us.  Otherwise, maybe you really don't have anything to say to me.

Book Review: Let Them Eat Cheesecake

De Berardinis, Olivia.  Let Them Eat Cheesecake: The Art of Oliva.  Malibu: Ozone Productions, Ltd., 1993.  Print.

Yes, I know it's the latest, greatest MLA style up there, and yes, I agree that having to actually write the word "print" for something that should obviously show itself as a bound and printer piece of work is ridiculous, but the MLA changed it, not me.

And now, to the meat of this review!  And oh, what a delightfully well-trimmed chunk it is!

I first discovered the beautiful and breath-taking artwork of Oliva De Berardinis and her husband, Joel Beren, back in the early 1990s, as a sophomore at Fairmont State, through my new friends Jennifer and Paxton.  Arty and Beat to the core, we drank red wine, imported beer, and wrote poetry and admired artwork in their tiny house tucked behind a bridge, and held many a delightful rent party at the end of each month.

Jennifer was the one who introduced me to Olivia, Bettie Page reprints, and modern-day burlesque.

With delightful drawings of well-muscled, strong women, some wielding whips and some in demure lace sipping from demitasse cups, perhaps my favorite Olivia can be found in the center of the top of page 56, and it is an untitled work, depicting her cat, Buffalo, a Siamese, wrapped around the ankle boot of Olivia's friend, Jennifer (taken from the description notes, page 103).

I first began collecting some of the artwork in this book as trading cards from a comic shop just down the street from Jen and Paxton's house, and for years I have longed to find a copy of this book.  The artwork is, of course, impeccable.  Beautiful oil and gauche and richly colored, this is everything a modern-day art lover and appreciation of the female form deserves.  I'd suggest hitting Amazon for a copy of the book, but if you are interested in following the Divine Ms. O and her artistic musings, I'd suggest checking out her web site,
http://www.eOlivia.com.

Interested in some of the artwork featured in the book, plus the ever-popular much much more?  I'd suggest you check out the following YouTube video from pfMaya.