March 06

Oh, beware the ides of March, it was said once or twice before.  With the impending war, there's a heavy sense of incoming... evil, in the air.  Just what the world needs, yet another blood bath.  I have a feeling this one is going to be a real turning point in the course of mankind (and yes I like the term mankind, and no, I don't feel it excludes me, thank you very much, I also call graphite filled sticks pencils, even though they originate from the same origin as penis - change minds, not words, power is something you make, not something you take).

Babbling again, ah well, it's rather Tao to emulate running water. I like being off on a tangent, I prefer it to the... main stream <groan> .

I had sex yesterday.  May not seem like much of an accomplishment, but given my own whacked bio chemistry, combined with the effect of the medications that I essentially take because they seem to affect the accompanying desire to kill myself that came along with this whacked bio chemistry, having the desire to have the desire to have sex is often way off in the distance.  But that tingle hit me last night, and I was all over it.  

Topping from the bottom, I basically propositioned Wolfe, then asked him to tie me up and do me.  His magic tongue and my big black dildo and a little restraint, and I was a very happy girl.  I then rolled over on all fours for him, and demonstrated that 'kung fu grip' of mine <laugh>.

I think one of the most... interesting lines/compliments I was ever given was, "A mind and a cunt to match, like a steel trap".  Now that I'm on the topic, I think the most disgusting one was "I'd climb a mountain of broken glass in bare feet to eat the corn out of your shit".  Though it did make me laugh at the time, mind you I was an under age teenager in a strippers club, hanging out with the boys, watching peelers and drinking too much crappy beer.  Didn't have all that many close female friends, but did have a group of guys I liked to hang out with, purely platonic with all of them, just friends, though I did pass out the occasional teasing lingering wet kiss at the end of some particularly long nights of watching women take their clothes off.

In the little city I was living in, at that time, women never went to strip clubs, unless they were stripping.  Besides enjoying my charming crass company, the boys I think enjoyed the bonus effect my presence had of drawing the strippers in.  I tell you, a lot of those girls are mostly into other girls, or maybe they just know the good business sense it makes to come on to another woman, because the implication is going to heat up the customers, and that makes for bigger... tips.

My most embarrassing moment in a strip club.  Getting really hungry, and the only thing the place served was hot dogs, and it was between sets.  I found myself eating that weenie with all eyes in the place in rapt attention to what my mouth was doing.  Don't ask me why, half the time the guys are more into the sports than the girls, but for some reason, me popping phallic meat and buns into my mouth seemed to be the order of the day, maybe there wasn't a game on either, bad timing on my part.  If there were a club for 'big' strippers, I'd be in like Flynn.  I think it would be an absolute hoot.  I've often orchestrated my routine in my head, come out in impossible foot wear and long stripper style wig as is, usual, and something all soft and tender looking, and rip off the softness to reveal something hard and leather, pull of the wig to show off a shaved head, and move into doing martial arts Kata and cracking a big ass whip.  This would at least have one of two effects, maybe both, arousal or laughter.

Okay, that's it, it's decided, when I have my custom built large BDSM estate (and I will... even if I'm old and withered)  I'll have a little stripper stage and catwalk set up, for some fun and games.  You know damn it, I do want it all.  We'll have to see, realistically, sometime in the next few weeks we could have nukes flying, or biological warfare spreading deadly disease, or, who the hell knows.  It's always the little things, that get in the way of the best laid plans. 

Now if people worked out their power exchanges up close and personal, we might be able to avoid all of this conflict, I'd like to get some of the world leaders together in a dungeon for a while, no really, in a totally loving re-programming kind of way.... <wink>

I did do some more pictures with the new camera, and some vid clips of Iggy.

I've been grooving on my red curly wig lately.  Have to do something with my natural hair soon.  Aya's getting hers shaved off tomorrow, and I'm thinking I may let mine get longer before I shave it entirely again, but the urge to get bald is pretty strong.  I'd like to have a Mohawk again, but Wolfe is grumbling about that.  I just have to convince him to take the sides off soon, before I attempt it myself, since I'm not good at shaving straight lines on my own head.  That or I have to take the plunge of paying someone at a salon to shave down the sides for me.

Okay, enough of me, I'm going to try to get up enough energy to put some clothes on and head out to Value Village for some second hand browsings.