blunami

I have a little side business Dirty Blu's.

It’s the kind of thing, you know, something like Tupperware used to be only I think of this more as fuckerware.
It’s a pretty good little gig if your into direct sales. I’m not so sure I’m into direct sales.

The thing is when I do these parties I go to women’s homes and give a long shpeell about why they should buy THESE toys
from ME. Of course there’s a bit of enticement that happens. I give them the blah blah blah about particular vibrators and lubes and what I think is good and not so good. At the end of it all, according to most of the folks who work in this industry, the bottom line is about how much money I am going to make, not only for me but for THEM.

Pyramid scheme it is not. But it’s close.

I enjoy it on some levels. I’m not used to dealing with sex in this capacity with women who are A. VANILLA B. scared of sexuality And C. clueless as to why sexuality is important.

I did a sex toy party last night. It was considered a “good and successful” party because I sold a LOT. However, I spent 3 hrs with the hostess, who had no idea what she wanted when she booked the party and two weeks later still could not figure out what kind of party she wanted to have. All she worried about was getting everyone good and drunk so they would have fun. Hmmmm.

The party lasted about 5 hrs. A long party. We played games because my little hostess needed to feel like they had things to do. I kept trying to remind her that A. we would be spending several hours talking about sex B. I would be educating her guests in a way that would be FUN for them and C. I needed them sober enough to shop without waking up tomorrow and canceling what they ordered.

Well….

by the end of the night they were all horny, drunk, and since most of them were also YOUNG and SINGLE they needed to go OUT!!!
So…

After working all night I had to toss three suitcases full of demo stuff into my bags and run out the door so they could go to the bar. Not a bad thing except the hostess didn’t order her freebies and  now I can’t get ahold of her. *sigh*

And when I look at the profit/loss margin I wonder if it’s so worth it.
It is a lot of fun and I love to give the lessons most of us were never given during our formative years. I like seeing the light go on. I like giving women permission to have pleasure when it’s never been given to them before.

BLAHBLAHBLAH today I am fighting a nasty little something and it’s a bummer.

I’m working on Impulse. It’s going well. You should check out the website Impulse.

Registration is OPEN!

And DESIRE is filling up. You should register if you want to go soon. It’s going to be full before the end of the month at this rate.

All is well in the life a busy boi. I need to learn organizational skills. I need to spend some time with my friends whom I miss. I need to be on the phone with Bex who is probably pulling her hair out by now.

But before all of that, I need to feed Ma’am and perhaps catch up on your lives.

Take care of each other and next time you buy a vibrator visit me.

p.s. there is a contest going on at my company to see who can sell the most this month. That is considered winning.
I am going to lose. And that’s ok.

I slept deep and hard last night. I was tired for the first time in weeks. It is normal for me to be unable to fall asleep until 2-3 a.m.
I have always been like that. Up late, sleep late, work and play till late. Crash when the body says to crash.
It doesn’t work as well when you chose to spend your life with a day person!

And those people wake up like they had never been asleep and start the day running! If only…

Anyway…it is another day. I feel rested though I have not quite shaken the lethargy of sleep from my brain. I’m still rising, still resisting the urge to crawl back into my the delicious warmth of my bed.

Ma’am has been home from Florida for two days. And in two days life went from “busy but really good” to …. “WTF!!!!!”. *sigh*

Today’s bewildering situation is that I refuse to continue to allow myself to feel stupid and inept because I do not get all of the information that I need to complete a task. I refuse to take responsibility for that which just isn’t mine. I won’t do it. In the eyes of society that removes me from the catagory of doormat. But I wonder, what happens when it is not the world that I am considering.

Ah, you see it started with a simple task: Put “these” files into “this” area of a certain learning space online. And so I did. It took two 12 hr days to get the files prepared and formatted and corrected before they could be put up. Done. With pleasure.

Lat night I learn that said files were wrong. NOT only were they wrong in the sense that they were placed in the wrong areas but that most of them were not the right files. THIS being said at about midnight when said files are to be used in about twenty five minutes from this post. !!!?!!!! The files I was suppose to use I did not get. Not only that but the files are labeled “one thing” and on my list they are labeled “something else”, WTF? How does one work with that?

I think it happens frequently. And not just in the privacy of an office or a home. I think it happens everywhere. Can we learn, perhaps in Kindergarden, the way to communicate clearly and without guilt, fear, or anger? I mean how hard does it have to be to give correct information?
Clear information? Concise information?

The other part of that is that I get angry, I mean really REALLY angry about this terrible lack of communication. I don’t get pissed off much. It’s difficult to REALLY piss me off. But ineffective communication REALLY pisses me off when it effects my performance. When it creates space for me to be a whipping boy for someone else's inability to communicate that REALLY makes the redhead in me fire up to that place where … well lets just say it’s ugly.

Today the goal is to see this situation for what it is, but to let go of the judgment and the desire to say “fuck it all”. Because, while I am incredibly tired of being in situations like this, I am unwilling to allow them to continue to interrupt the flow of my life. There are a million lessons here for me, and perhaps for you as well dearest reader.

And now I will go in and insert what needs to be inserted where it needs to be inserted with the correct file name and the correct information. Now that I have all of the information that I need to do my job well, I’ll do it well.

And in the end, when all is said and done and re-said, and done over, it’s still a good life.

;)

It’s winter. It’s SoCal. It’s sunny, chilly, beautiful outside. I have neglected some things that needed to be taken care of way before now.

Things like taking out the trash.

The yard has to be cleaned up weekly of such things as dog poop, Tree leaves, random dirt on the patio.
It’s relatively easy. It is not uncommon for me to be in the midst of cleaning up this stuff and to be called into the house
for more pressing issues such as pleasuring Ma’am or cooking meals. I’m good with that.

The problem happens when I am unable to get back outside *read I forget to* and the trash cans sit there full of yard junk for months.
EWE. Then it rains. TRIPLE EWE!

Today I got all the cans empty of all the rainwater and yard crud. Then I scrubbed them out and put them away good and proper. Ma’am will be happy.

I’ll finish out there by blowing the dust away, checking and cleaning the spa, and cleaning out the fountains.

Ma’am is away visiting her family in Florida and will love coming home to a nice clean yard.

Now…

If I could just_get_my_office_organized.

It's been a long time since I visited LJ. I always think I'll make it home, yet it doesn't end up being that way often.

I am so busy with life that sitting down and typing just doesn't seem so exciting. Yet, I love to see what is happening in the lives of my family here, I just don't make the time to do it often enough.

And so, here I am again, belated but here.

First to anyone who has sent me messages in the past who knows how many months, please forgive me for ignoring you.It wasn't intentional. I'll catch up....

After an insanely busy summer that started with a kick ass DESIRE and ended with O.'s office being painted a funky shade of blue (yes I picked it, shoulda went darker...)
now we are both in the midst of school again.

My work load is insane this semester but I need to get out of the jc I am in and into University or I'll never ... well anyway.

I am taking honors Anatomy with lab, english 102, algebra (still) and honors spanish 185 (second semester beginners spanish but I forgot what happened last semester...)

I quit my little job on campus because the government gave me a little more grant money in the way of work study. I get paid to work for O. now. Kinda cool.

We have hired a housekeeper. The submissive says NO I CAN DO IT, but the reality is that I can't. Not any more. My first week of school saw me with less than 5 hrs of sleep a night. FIRST WEEK! By December I should be a zombie.

If all goes well I will be slicing cadavers next semester in a special class for good boi's who learn the parts of the body.

For now...
just get through learning those parts.

*sigh*

And with that I go listen to HemiSync (Metamusic... stimulates the brain they say) and meditate before I crash so that I can be up at 5 a.m.

and you?

O. and i are lifestylers. We are hard players and invested in the sanctity of our relationships as a D/s relationship. That doesn't mean that i am not bitchy some days or that she finds herself sometimes incpapble of giving explicit and direct information or direction. We are human. Fallible, beautiful creatures full of piss and blood and a river of obscene words. We are so amazing in our filth and our flesh and our love and the laughter and joy that we allow to well up and out of us as we play.
We are all of the metaphors that any poet has ever tried to use to contain the incredible and often indescribable people that we are.

Yesterday we were able to get out of the house, away from the chores and the textbooks and the millions of "things to do". We went to MAsT for a meeting and had a great time listening and sharing and connecting with everyone. It was good to sit in a room of people who think like we think and act like we act in one way or another. I enjoy sharing my ways with others. She enjoys feeling strong and proud of who we are and what we do.
What I realized at the MAsT meeting was that I have changed. I have grown. I am different. I went through a period of several years where anger, fear, deep and serious resentments, clouded my ability to truly surrender completely to Ma'am. We have talked about these things at length but often She struggled to understand, which was fine. It was not always easy for me to understand my own feelings about things. But we got through it. I had to turn to my spiritual basics and work through my fears, angers, insecurities, and intense resentments spiritually so that I could surrender myself to Ma'am the way we both wanted me to. And it worked. She is not connected to "god" in the same manner that I try to be but she gets the IT of life. And that's what counts. Anyway, this is the short version of the reason why spirituality is so vital to me as a person, a woman, and a submissive. If I cannot or do not have my feet firmly planted in the foundations of my Spirit, then I cannot allow my spirit to be controlled.
Simple but noooooooooooot easy. On with our day....

After MAsT (and the dinner afterward) we went to The Academy for a play party. It started off slow and we were feeling almost disappointed in the lack of attendance. We had been looking forward to hanging out with friends and watching some hot play. When we arrived there were some annoying young women bouncing around a little TO MUCH and some femmes who were almost to femme to be able to speak to anyone. *yawn* those kind of people bore me to tears. I almost asked to leave but just as i was going to do so Ma'am suggests we get things going and play.

Ok.

So we pick a funny shaped chain spider web thing that is directly attached to the cement wall (pretty cool effect) and began. Neither of us were sure where the play would lead as I haven't been interestd in "intense sensation" for a long time. I have found it boring and have lacked the energy bring eroticism into pain for my pleasure. And while She likes to play with me and will do whatever i want her to do with me, i still have to connect with her and sex and the juiciness of what we do and I have struggled with that.

But She flogged me hard and that felt good and i felt warmed up and ready for more. Some folks had gathered and were watching the only two dykes at the party play. We did not give them a show, we aren't like that. What we did do was play. She was able to single tail me (and leave lasting marks which hasn't happened in years) and do our favorite new thing, the net zipper, on my breasts. That left the entire room quivering and I swear the bathroom was busy for an hour afterwards (men and their fantasies?)

By the time we were done there was a house full of straight, young, pro and lifestyle players. They all looked like they walked out of a comic magazine or a bad night at Club Hell.
*shrugs* I can either judge them or talk to them.

So off I go to talk.

And I met some great folks. All nice and focused on this way of living. All learning and trying to figure out where they belong in this deal called life. All wandering through the myriad of choices we are given. All people. Piss and blood and hopes.

We went home feeling satisfied and full and when we crawled in bed exhausted it was to hard NOT to smile at our amazing day wallowing in D/s and joy.

And I don't mean in leather.

It's HOT today and I'm excited to be out in the yard working on the potential space for my Calla Lilies. I have already planted seven different kinds of peppers in the 2'X30' space that runs the length of the pool. O. gave me one of those black patio gardens for my birthday and it is now home to four different kinds of tomatoes and one cucumber. We'll see how it goes.
Now it's time to plant the bulbs. I should have done this at least a month ago but was swamped with other, more pressing things to get done. And today is really no exception. I have a five page argument to present on Thursday regarding the governments actions on and after 9/11. I've read a 700 page book examining terrorism and how 9/11 came about. I'm not into it but it's required so I'm plowing through it.

Back to plants. I love gardening. It's one of my true joys. I was raised in the yard, planting our garden every year and harvesting it for the winter. I come from a small town where planting and harvesting, canning and storing are ways of life. We were not farmers, just poor people who did what we had to do in oder to get through the winters with "enough". I did not realize how precious these activities were until I was out on my own, living in the big city, with no space to grow much more than window plants.
I love that O. gives me space to work. I have transformed her backyard from a rather barren and sort of boring space to an oasis with palm trees and bamboo and when we added the pool last year... pure heaven. We'll skip Hawaii this year as we have everything we need right here! (minus the amazing beaches but that's for another time)

It is suppose to be in the 90's today. She will love being in the sun getting tan, I will love being in triple doses of sun-screen. She will love laying and baking. I will love moving and sweating. She will smile and giggle with excitement when I am done working today. I will gratefully take a shower and watch with anticipation to see what pops up, and where! Often calla lilies take root in places you did not mean for them to spring up.

We also have five more palm tree's to plant. The gardener will come in next week to do this as I can't lift them, they are all in 55 gallon pots that I can't quite heft. They will be beautiful and hopefully the new Cuban Royal will grow as majestically as the one we lost in the frost a few years ago was.

In other news, DESIRE is coming along nicely. We have filled up, closed registration and are now making final arrangements and getting the gear together. It should be a GREAT weekend! The big tree in the "main" area of the courtyard was blown down by wind-guts a few weeks ago so we're going to have to invest in more car-port tarps. Those things have been a life-saver!
If we don't add more of them we'll all be over-baked and to sun beaten to play and that's just NOT GOOD! It is to bad they don't make sexy pop-ups. I suppose we could get black ones but that would be like adding a heater to the already boiling temperatures. We gladly put up reflective white.

School is going well. I'm plowing through the last of my lower level classes and trying to enjoy the last "easy" semester that I will have in my college life. From here on out it's heavy sciences like chemistry and physics and anatomy and the like. All coupled with heady research papers, EMT training, and eventually P.A. training. If I looked at the chunk of time and energy I would freak. I'll stick with getting through this day, my planting and my writing and when tomorrow comes, I'll go to Spanish (which is going well but isn't sticking like I want it to).

O. is good. She loves the sun and spends as much time as she can in it. Someday that may backfire on Her but She is prepared for that. She isn't happy unless She is ubber-tan. She relaxes like this. She thinks like this. She plots and schemes in the sun. DESIRE is a result of many days baking the California sun. It is Her happy place.

And finally, I have a HUGE roll-top antique desk. This thing is beautiful but far to big. It's one of those desks that attract everything. It becomes a rather ominous pile of papers and stuff and I don't want it anymore. I'd prefer to sell it and acquire something smaller.
The desk is about the size of a twin bed, with the frame. It's just not a good fit for my little odd shaped 10X10 office space. It has 5 long drawers and Lots of little drawers and was built just after the period when they would have little hidden compartments so while it is missing those, it holds it's own solid majesty. It also holds to much of my space.

If your interested in purchasing a great desk let me know.

Then I can purchase a great but smaller desk.

Win-Win.

RAWW has been going through some good changes lately. Ma'am and her ex had run LARAWW for years almost single-handedly. When i came along, i hauled chairs and made statements like "whatever You want Ma'am". i still do these things!

LARAWW lost it's "home" several years ago and we have been struggling since. Ma'am still tried to coordinate LARAWW in the midst of a lot of often negativity surrounding LARAWW's meeting spaces and the like. She did the best she could and it was damn good, as LARAWW survived and is still breathing.

ALong came Mistress Shelly. She jumped in and helped with a lot of the promotions, recruitment and connections. She has been AMAZING for us as a community and us as two struggling women. She gave us a shot in the arm.
And she connected us with Mistress Shae. Mistress Shae owns The Acadamy. It's an amazing space and is now RAWW's home. Incidentally we have dropped the "LA" from LARAWW and are now simply RAW (Radical and WIcked Women) in hopes that this will be a signal that every woman from every part of the country is welcome to join us here in Southern California on the second sat. of every month for some woman2woman education and play.

Last night was temporary play piercing. We had three stations; beginner, intermediate and "holy eff! That's crazy!" O. and i were conspirators behind door number three. It was FUN! It was great to see old friends and meet new one's. It was fun to mess with my friend L.'s mind for a while.
It was fun to eat MLR's brownies and drink to much coffee and it was the first time that I have ever been pierced and then whipped all while falling asleep!!!!!! I warned Ma'am I was tired!

RAWW is evolving into an incredible, warm, energetic women's space again and we are excited!

Next time your women aren't doing much on the second sat. come hang with us. The Academy is amazing and the women are fun. The coffee is strong and the sensuality is dripping from the ceiling. It's a great way to spend a night.

It is VERY official.
I was inducted this evening into the national honors society Phi Theta Kappa.

AND they gave me a service award.

It really does pay to be of service ;)

More another time... Ma'am awaits.

I made the Presidents List at Orange Coast College.
HAHAHAHAHAHAWOOOEFFINHOOOOO!

I'm a certified geek now!

*feels proud*

isomeme said it well. read the comment for yourself if you wish.

Yes indeed I signed up for this and yes indeed I keep showing up for it.

And in that light all is well even as I shake my head and wonder "wtf?"

When what you do no longer works for you?

WOW. Where the hell did my 6 week break go?
Well...
It went to re-staining the bedroom ceiling and painting the bedroom walls. (Of course I'm for hire if the price is right and I have the time)

To visiting friends locally.

To a great weekend in Phoenix for SWLC. I had a great time this year making new friends, seeing old friends and listening to hot trans guys talk about relationships.

To a drive up to southeastern Utah, during which we got snowed in in some little podunk town where a drunk chick informed me that she was "sometimes gay" and did we want company. UUUMMMM not tonight.

To days full of my nieces laughing with us and nights reading college spanish to a six yr old.

To Bang4theBuck. OMG if you haven't gont to Seattle for this party you have MISSED IT! We support Midori's event with everything we can and this year it was not held in S.F. so we went to Seattle (yes of course we promote DESIRE and are grateful for the chance to do it-THANKS MIDORI).

To sleeping real quick and getting my arse back into school.

And now school is upon me.
I have been asked to help write a text book for a women in the arts class. ME??!? I guess I can write and it showed in my coursework. 'Spose it's time I get it together everywhere hu?
Tu/Th. schedule: 6:30 a.m. meditation
8:20 a.m. honors spanish
11:10 a.m. political science
12:45 p.m. History to 1860
4:00 p.m. work
Mon is devoted to DESIRE and housework. Wed. is devoted to assisting the instructor that I love and adore as well as other instructors on campus plus campus club activities and a meeting.
Friday is utterly devoted to the homework I didn't get squeezed in during the week, housework if it's needed and hopefully some much needed rest.
Weekends are a madhouse of homework,housework,play,rest,and honey-do lists.

UGH!

It's good to be me but damn it's also tiring.

O. has been good about trying to find time for me to socialize more and get more from quiet moments. I haven't been so good at time management in order for more quiet moments to be found.
We'll see how well I learn to juggle this semester. It's going to be HELL!

While we were in Seattle I got to see my Sephi. That was so good! I think she thought I was overly quiet, which I was, because by the time we got to seattle I was exhausted, fighting a cold, and feeling a little panicked about school coming up. My brain had a hard time focusing around the light conversation.
It was good to see her. Her place is adorable and she seems VERY happy. Calmer. Quieter in a good GOOD way. And I think she is better off here than anywhere. I am so pleased for her.

That's all.
I'm sticking my head back into work then into textbooks.

I commit them all on different levels. And I consider greed and gluttony to hold tight hands. But I gotta tell you envy is probably going to be my downfall if it does not prod me to act.

I like my friends bustin thier asses with me. YES! It makes things that much more FUN!

CRAP! I didn't do it. I KNOW I didn't do it.

that i'll post pics but i never seem to get around to it. i guess that is where my "lazy" streak comes in. i just don't quite ...get...there.

But i finished O/our bedroom. The ceiling is now an orangeoil treated, shiny re-finished masterpiece! i am waiting for the beams to dry so that i can hang the leather straps back up.

The walls are a soft, almost sensual shade of gray. "Whale gray" the can says. It's a flat paint, not quite gray, not quite blue, and in bright light could almost be confused for "off white". i love it. She is going to love it.

i had to break down and tell Her what i was doing because i kept missing Her calls. She is in Florida visiting family and i always do some big house project while She is gone if i have the time. Because it's easier to do a big house project like painting or refinishing when She is not home and i am not in Her way. (yes if you must read i can get shit done easier!).

Anyway, She is excited to see what i have done for Her. i am very good with my hands (hey, no sex jokes here!... ok ok go ahead and spit out one sex comment)and i have always wanted to be able to make a comfortable living using them. Unfortunately the world does not viably employ women who can paint, build, re-finish, re-shape, tear-down, or build up. Not with the financial compensation that is required to live comfortably after a long day of hauling equipment around. Anyway...
i get my fix doing what i can for my Ma'am and it feels so good.

Of course the rewards are effin GREAT! i love being me.

School starts Feb 2. i am excited to be back in a routine. i like routines. i like knowing exactly what i need to do next, when it needs to be done, how i need to do it. When i am not working or in school i struggle to keep some sort of balanced routine. i don't want anyone to micromanage my life (good thing as She isn't into micromanaging!) and i chose my schedule based on what kind of routine i want to have. And of course as soon as i have it down the semester ends. It's like that, life.

i love it.

Until then i will be traveling a good deal with Her as well as enjoying our amazing back yard (it's 90% the oasis She has always wanted)and reading a couple of novels and playing and working on DESIRE and school stuff for Her next semester. (yep i get to do work work for Her.)

Not a bad way to spend the next few weeks.

She gave me Instigator magazine subscription for christmas. i LOVE that smutty fag-rag. It is well written. Intelligent. Smutty. It addresses very important issues as lets guys pose in hot gear. Yes, most of the pics are posers but it's still EFFIN HOT. *sigh* So much for not being into phallic. Or maybe it's that i relate to the gear fetish even if i do not consider myself part of that fetish group per se? Oh, i do have me secret (or not so secret) pseudo-fetishes but it's not part of O/our lifestyle (not YET anyway).Anyway, it's hot and i love it.

Where did THAT come from? i got three back issues in the mail today. i called Her to tell Her there was something in the mail for Her and She had me open it and explain what it was to Her. Then i had to flip through all three issues and tell Her what i saw that i liked. It was fun. Not quite phone sex, not quite a vanilla conversation, absolutely tinged with D/s and therefore HOT.

Ok... back to.... what?

i can cross off several things from my myriad of lists but have a BUNCH to get crossed off and so must go and begin another aspect of my non-stop working.

my Wolf.... CALL ME!

G'day, and Good Night.

hot coffee, a steamy novel, and raunchy sex work better

i am always full.
Full of energy.
Full of ideas.
Full of shit.
But always full.
i haven't felt empty in so long i often wonder if i am a glutton for life.
i don't mind the idea as there was a time when all i wanted was to end what i thought was an incessant torrent of minutes slowly dripping down a filthy drain that led to a big stinktank full of nothing.
i have dumped that idea for a much more adventurous moment-to-moment embrace of whatever is happening.

i have lists. Lists everywhere! On the desk. In my planner. On the fridge. on the counter. In my head. Does this mean i truly "LIVE" moment-to-moment? In the life of a submissive, yes. It's how i get things done. i do wish there were more time for less planned activity. i adore spontaneous anything and would welcome a sudden leap into the unknown. However, today isn't that kind of day.

One day i'll dump the lists and just "be in the moment".Oh Zen.

For now, i am repaining the bedroom, restaining the wooden ceiling in said bedroom, treating said bedroom for termites (bastards are worse than cockroaches. Let's hope orange oil realy does work). i'm also working on DESIRE registration (get it in if you haven't already, we are already almost at 40 registrations and we only take 100!), completing forms for student loans (yikes!) writing essays for scholarships (ohpleaseohpleaseohplease) gearing up for the possibility that i'll have to repaint the interior of Her house in less than two weeks so that new flooring can be installed throughout (nice bamboo laminate the dogs can slide on!) AND we're going to go to SLWC and then Utah for three days to visit my family followed by a quick trip to Seattle so that we can party with midori at her Bang for the Buck AidsLifecycle fundraiser (i hope i spelled that right). We LOVE that fundraiser and support it with our presence as well as a DESIRE registration.
Ma'am is in Florida so i have a little time to get said bedroom all done. It's a JOB to do all i am doing but i love it.

i love the sweat. i love the muscle pain. i love the way Her eyes light up when i have done something pleasing for Her that She doesn't know i have done (this is a suprise for Her *grin*).
Happy New Year everyone!

p.s. i got a 4.0 last semester!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHAT a GREAT time O. and i had at Sampler this year! WOW.
i have only been to Sampler once in my five year span as a leatherdyke and that was five years ago. i had been serving O. as Her full time submissive for less than one month and it was my first full weekend event. i was nervous, scared, apprehensive, excited. She teaches genitorture, fisting, and play piercing for beginners and let me tell you, the clean-up involved with genitorture is rather immense.
First you have to set out all of the options of things to use. THEN you have CLEAN all of the little things that GET used. And this boi doesn't just kinda clean. This boi scrubs in steaming water then viruscides then lets dry and puts back away. At Sampler each presenter works 12 1 hr one-on-one sessions. IT's VERY busy. So, back then i was learning to clean and scrub and serve and be present and prompt and polite and respectful and learning the ways of my Ma'am and learning the ways of myself and learning the ways of traditional and not-so traditional leather living. It was scary.

Fast forward five years.

She was invited back to present this year and was grateful and excited as Sampler has always been a very special event for Her. Now it is a very special event for BOTH of us, full of memories and heart-felt smiles. Obviously i passed the "test" of the weekend back then and this weekend i was on my toes. It was a pure joy to serve Her fully this weekend as She showed people how to play with the infinite possibilities of the cunt.

i also had the chance to connect fully with people that, up to this point, i have only been able to kind-fo get to know. slavegirldebbie was a delight to work with. my brothers-in-leather were WONDERFUL to watch and play with, and i loved seeing the miriade of "family" that i won't mention because i don't know if i can on a public space like this. But i hope you know who you are and that i loved being with you this weekend.

i had the honor of hosting a submissive rap/workshop. What a BLAST to have an hour to talk about this life we lead and to discuss the "issues" and "problems" that come up for us as leatherfolk and specifically as bottoms/slaves/sumissives. And what a pleasure to have a joyous discussion that was serious yet light, deep and intense yet full of laughter and elebration. Because that is what i do, i celebrate my path even when it's not so easy.
Human relationships aren't always full of chocolate and sensuous music. Sometimes they are scary, hard, difficult, frustrating and often plain dull. To take the time to acknowledge that it isn't easy to be connected is often as far as some people get. But i believe that the next step is to celebrate the connectedness that we all have even when it's painful, hard, scary, or even ending. Because being connected means we are alive. We are living. We are BEING. And THAT is the beauty of my submission. i am alive in it.

We stopped and lost a little bit of money at Morongo then headed home. Once we got home i unpacked our bags and fed the dogs. Now i am catching up on emails, blogs, messages on the phone.

One order of DESIRE business.
We are thinking about taking over a small resort across the street so that attendees could rent a room and walk back and forth. The current quotes range from about $110-$220 per night depending on which resort we take over and what size room you want to stay in.

Would you want to stay across the street? Yes, this is an informal poll so feel free to reply (even if you don't plan on attending i am curious to see if you'd spend the money on convenience if you COULD)

Gonna go crash now.

tired boi blu
P.S. Life is GOOD. Enjoy yourself

"When you find yourself worrying about something, stop, check out what your trying to control, let go, relax, and return to balance."

Meditations for living in balance