December 17th is observed as the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers.
There are so many heartfelt, solemn and inspiring posts being written around the net today and I'd like to share a few of them with you.
Today, I will try my best to not be overtaken with sadness and instead will try and be hopeful that change is coming. It must.
I will keep adding to this list as I come across them. If you'd like your blog post or article added, please let me know.
By the way, if you read this blog, I love you. I really do. Even if you don't comment (although when you do comment, it totes gives me a ladyboner.) I love you very much. It warms my cold black heart that anyone would take a shine to me and care at all for what the hell I'm rambling on about. So yeah, thank you for making this a pretty awesome year for me and my little blog!
So I guess this qualifies as a bonafide "New Amateur Girl Adventure", huh? :)
"The opposition to sex work stems from the same kind of purity myth that tells young women that if they have sex before marriage, they have nothing to offer their husband on their wedding night. The idea that you ARE your body, espoused in the phrase “selling yourself,” is what makes people blanch at the idea that sex work might just be another valid way to make a living."
For the rest of the article visit GlobalComment.
I love how I found this photo and it was named "original 4-pack". And APPARENTLY it *is* the original 4-pack because now they have oven-bake dinner rolls and mini slider buns. (Whaa??) That's just too much awesome to process right now and I still have 2 and a half hours of work left so I'm not going to think of all the delicious ways I could use these in a meal right now lest I loose my shit and have to up and leave to buy more immediately. I'm gonna pull on back and ponder on that fabulousness later when I can shout things to Mr. Darling from the other room when I think of them. "OMG I COULD MAKE BREAKFAST SANDWICHES OUT OF THEM. DO YOU THINK I CAN USE THEM FOR FRENCH TOAST??" He loves that. Especially when he's trying to watch sportscenter. Aren't I the best naked-on-the-interwebs lady ever? Don't be too jealous.
It's like playing paper dolls or Fashion Plates but with stuff I'd actually want... count on me wasting countless hours making "sets" that I can dream of owning. The damn cuff bracelet is $500??!! CHEEZUS.
To celebrate the brisk weather, here's "Unison" off my favorite cold-weather album from my favorite nuttty Icelander. Enjoy.
"Yeah, Christ rocked. It's the christians that are typically a little fucked up."
Yeah that was me, in response to @xjaeva when she told me that Jesus loved whores. This was after I asked her if they still burn whores at church. (it's been a while since I've visited.)
Sometimes I think that I *really* need to step away from the Twitter. Then I remember that I have so many more obscene things to say.
*oh, and I'm not fishing for compliments with this post either.
So last night I was thinking a lot about how much I hate working out.
Like really hate it. Like hate it so much that while walking the dogs last night, I was just getting more and more angry at the fact that even after I walked them I was going to have to do an hour of yoga and still not really have made a dent in this "fitness" that I'm supposed to be working on. (thanks, Fergie *side-eye*) I started to feel seriously resentful that I needed to lose weight, NEEDED to get tighter to look better in photos, to get more clients in this "sex business" I work in. Those shitty thoughts that my curves were not really good enough and that I'd never really be as successful as the skinny girls, the girls with perky tits and tiny waists, started creeping in.
I get home and I'm shooting Mr. Darling daggers, because of course it's his fault. How dare he love me the way that I am and let me get like this?? It's his fault that I feel gross and defeated. His fault that he encourages me to love my curves and to love my body like I do. He of course, laughs at me, tells me I need a hug and gives me one. A big, squeeze-the-stuffing-outta-you hug. Of course I feel better and kinda snap outta my funk.
Ok, So yeah, I admit it. I love my body. So why do I get so frustrated with industry standards? Why do I occasional let mainstream ideals and pressures get to me, manipulating my attitiude and outlook? 99% of the time I'm happy as a clam and completely immune to this garbage but the remaining 1%? This post is the remaining 1% consisting of pointless, crappy weakness. *sigh* LOL
I think the part that bothers me most is that old boy (satan??) is merely grimacing while the horns of that rocket bull are buried deep into his now-concave asscheeks. Not a scream of horror or even indignation, just an annoyed "meh" look to him. And his lone discarded shoe??? I can't with you people today. Who comes up with this shit?? Get his number because he needs to be my future ex-husband like, pronto.
I truly feel that he is my long lost soul mate, (albeit more fabulous and fashionable - I need that switchblade disguised as a lipstick!) because:
A.) he's multi-cultural like moi (and nobody knows the horrors of that childhood like another of your kind.)
B.) I also have PTUCS or Post Traumatic Ugly Child Syndrome (see item A.)
C.) SEX WORK. 'nuff said.
D.) His blog is named NOT IN THE FACE. Hello?? How many times have I had to proclaim such guidelines? Don't answer that. I'll only say its between 1 and 224455978231 times.
So yeah, go on and get familiar and cozy with Caligula, Destroyer of Worlds.
You might get fired but you'll laugh your ass off. Even trade, right?
yeah, I pretty much love this one. :)
Check out Melvin's website for even more of his awesomeness!
Now Funny or Die isn't always kill-yourself funny but this video had me fucking DYING.
The Lady Gaga bit made me nearly piss myself.
-read in this blog post from the always-hilarious Molly McAleer.
I relate girl, I soooo relate.
I cannot even express how much I appreciate it that any of you actually read any of the retarded things I say. So yeah, thanks you guys. You rawk. :)
I was right.
Making someone sit across the table from you, not letting them touch you, as the apron tied around your neck barely contains your breasts: quite the foreplay mind fuck.
"Would you like more wine?"
I get up to fetch the bottle. As I walk away, the satin bow where the apron ties again around my waist is sweeping back and forth over my bare bottom, my 4" heels click-clicking on the hardwood floor. I imagine how I must look from behind and I smile a little to myself, trying to keep my cool. Trying to not climb atop him in that chair and satisfy the throbbing that begun the minute I slipped on my favorite heels in preparation for this evening. He's smiling, loving every minute of this pleasant surprise, this extended foreplay.
After finishing the meal, I had designs of teasing him further on the couch but apparently he had a few ideas of his own. Getting up from the table, I go to clear the plates and he stops me. Pushing me up against the wall, pressing his weight against me, he starts kissing me slowly but deeply. His hands running down my curves and up to my breasts. Lightly squeezing my nipples through the thin fabric of my apron, he gets the response he was looking for when I start to squirm.
Now we're getting somewhere.
Leading me to the bedroom, he stands me before the bed. Kissing my throat and shoulders lightly, he slowly unties the apron from around the back of my neck and then at my waist. As it falls to the floor, I'm left in only my stilettos. Perfect. He has me lie down and begins kissing and caressing my entire body. He knows my most intense orgasms occur after my entire body's been attended to. I'm not complaining. Down my neck, around my nipples, over my stomach and onto my hips, he moves his lips, tongue and fingers. Rubbing down both arms and each leg, kissing and gently biting all the way. He bends my knees up and I part my thighs. I know already that I'm soaked. First teasing me by licking the outer lips (until I though I'd scream), he parts them with his tongue and gently runs it up and down my inner lips. I'm starting to tremble a little and my breathing is speeding up slightly. The build-up and rub-down have me already on the edge and I'm sure to cum soon. He purposely avoids my clit, knowing that it drives me insane. Pushing his tongue inside me ever so slowly, I'm starting to squirm. He starts fucking me with it. I'm so so close and his hands on my hips are keeping me steady, he knows I'm going to cum. Just as I start falling over the edge of orgasm he immediately moves to my little swollen clit and starts sucking.
Oh. My. God.
It's mostly a white-hot blur but I remember arching my back and moaning, writhing under his grip as his tongue flicked my pulsing clit while still sucking it. My body is a ball of nerves with the orgasm pumping through every vein. Once he released my little pussy from his mouth, I collapsed on the bed, panting. Reaching up from between my legs, he ran his fingers over my hard nipples, rubbing my swollen breasts. Moving his hands down over my heaving chest, over my stomach and back to my hips, then down my inner thighs. He then sits up and moves to lean over me. Kissing me hard, pushing that magic tongue in my mouth, I get to taste myself. It's sweet and instantly gives me a hot flush all over.
"Ready for round two?" He asks, as he grins like the Cheshire cat and heads back down between my soft thighs. He hadn't even taken off his shoes yet.
It occured to me that this was going to be a long night.
I was right.
I cannot wait for the haunted houses and scary hay rides to open so I can get my GHOUL on. Oh, and there's nothing that says "Halloween" like watching The 100 Scariest Movie Moments on Bravo. I will stone-cold break a bitch's fingers if they try and change the channel when that's on. I don't care if I've seen it a million times, I'll watch it a million more and no one will stop me.
Mmhmm. You try and tell me you're not giving that little rug rat EVERYTHING YOU GOT in that candy bowl. Just dump it all in his little pumpkin bag and call it night cause he won this round.
*sigh* I know, I know. I'm going to hell, I got it already.
So yeah, looking forward to see if this year we get more jailbait-in-stripper-gear. Here's to hoping! Wait, can I go to jail for saying that? Fuck.
Two weeks before shooting:
-30mins Power Yoga (Sadie Nardini - she's friggin awesome, buy her DVDs!) 3 days/week.
-30mins Weight Training (I use a stability ball and light free-weights) 2day/week. (opposite days from yoga.)
-Drink as much water as I can stand. (Seriously, you should always get your 64oz a day but I really go into over drive with the water, it helps battle any bloating and makes my skin glow.)
-TONS of melons. (they're mostly water which help with water retention and hydration, not to mention packed with vitamins.)
-Lots of dark green veggies. (you can't beat the vitamins and FIBER you get from them. Think "light on your feet", haha too much?)
-Sleep, sleep and more sleep. (I don't have to tell you that you need to be properly rested daily for your body to work it's best and for your skin to not look un-dead. I make sure I get at LEAST 8 hours if not more.)
-Cut out the salt. (This? This is the hard one for me. I looove salty foods. But it's really the devil when you're trying to have really awesome-looking skin. Salt = Bloat. Keep it to a minimum.)
-Exfoliate. (Use a good body scrub to sluff away any dry skin. I use it all over: my ass, my tits, my legs, arms... everything. Trust me, it's worth it!)
-Do not, I repeat: DO NOT try any new products, vitamins, perfumes, etc. (I was always tempted to but some fancy moisturizers and creams for a big event but you never know what kind of reaction you'll have to them. Hives are not sexy, ya'll. Use what your body knows and is used to!)
That's pretty much it! I'm sure it sounds super obsessive to some people but honestly, you want to put your best out there when someone is taking time to photograph you. Being prepared goes a long way to helping relieve stress beforehand so you can just show up ready to work and ready to have fun!!
But thank the sweet baby Jesus I've gotten my shit together and am now hoping for some fun and fabulous time this weekend recording clips and camming til my cute little clit falls off with delight! haha
ok, maybe not that far, but you get the gist!!
OH! I've also signed up for NiteFlirt and am hoping to get some fun MP3s recorded. I've got such a twisted imagination, I think it'll be fun to put it to good use!! Once i get some fun things together I'll be sure to post them here. :)
Oh and yes, that's Aubrey O'Day. She's a sassy broad and I *heart* her.
Feeling a little off my game today. I'm sure the fact that I'm quite possibly getting sick has everything to do with it. If you're sick, stay home. Seriously? No one wants your cooties. I promise.
Hopefully I'll get my mojo back in full swing after a nice quiet weekend!
Isn't that fucking sweet?
I found a few sets of DIY instructions on how to make this and I'm going to enlist my handy men (and oh how handy they are! lol) to tackle this with me. I just need to decide on a fabric and color. Hmmm... any ideas on good websites to buy discounted fabric?
Those of you who had fun with me on cam got to see some seriously hardcore cumming and I thank you for having a hand in that!! Some of you have the best ideas and are just so awesome and giving direction... mmm glorious!! And those of you who are so gracious as to sit back and just let me have my way with you (any myself) however I want? You sooo rock!
I can't wait to get to spend time with you guys again. :)
Sooo I'm thinking of another Topless Chat this week sometime if my schedule permits it... hopefully I get a chance to show off a little more!
Hope you guys are having a fabulous day and have an even more fabulous week!
Ways to have fun with me :)
Yep, you read that right! A few times a month I'll be on Instant Messenger chatting it up with everyone and the titties will be out to play! LOL
It's not a cam show, its just me having fun with my friends and occasionally, I molest my breasts. Cause let's face it, tits are awesome. Girls, don't think this is just for the fellas! I wanna chat with you too (and y'know, if you wanna show me yours too on the sly it can be our little secret *wink* lol)
So make sure to keep a look out for updates because I'll be posting on my Twitter when I plan on being online. Typically, It'll be from 7-9pm eastern time on any given day... later start times on weekends are a possibility. I'll always post the day and time at least one day in advance (or same-day if I'm feeling saucy last-minute, lol)
Currently, I'm only on yahoo and AIM but will be adding other messenger service screen names as I amass them.
YIM - SavannahDarling
AIM- MissDarlingGirl (cam chat is not always supported)
I was on twice this week and can't wait to do it again! Maybe this weekend?
It's free, it's a fucking blast, and honestly? you wanna see my tits live and in-action. Admit it.
Plus, this is a great chance to get to know me to see if you'd like to schedule some "alone time" with me :)
August 24, 2009 at 8:07 am
Interesting article but was it really necessary to put that pig’s picture up? It offends me that she runs around calling herself a “feminist” when all she does is let men objectify her in degrading ways. She’s a disgrace to feminism.
Naturally that offends me deeply. Not as a sex worker, not even as a fan of Ms. Gray but as a woman and a feminist. The point of being a feminist is to make real what we tell all little girls: "You can be anything you want to be and can do it equally as well as a man." Period. There are no special clauses like, "well unless you're naked." or "unless you're going against status quo."
Simply put: Men and women are equals. Women deserve rights, choices and respect; the same as any man. So what if Sasha wants to get rammed in her ass while getting choked out?
So, needless to say, I had to respond.
August 24, 2009 at 9:35 am
No, Angie. I think *you* actually may be the best example of a disgrace to feminism. Judging her for what she’s chosen to do for a profession and deeming it “un-feminist” simply because it’s sex? It’s dirty? It’s disgusting to you? Get over yourself. Women are allowed to enjoy sex, “deviant” or otherwise. If she wants to star in porn it’s her choice.You don’t get to decide that an independent woman is not a feminist simply because you don’t like what she does with her life or how she expresses herself. Because guess what? Supporting her right to choose her own path is supporting feminism.
I'm sure my response isn't going to change that idiot's mind or anyone else that believes that being sexual, being in porn, means you are less of a woman and are "a disgrace to feminism".
I'm sure anyone who is content to be ignorant and content to dismiss all of the women who are pioneers in the porn industry (or any other arena of sexual expression for that matter) as mindless pawns controlled by men, is content to sit back and ignore me as well.
Just the same, better than sitting idly by, my loves. Better than sitting idly by.
Hopefully I'll have that up and running this weekend along with my new Clips4Sale.com store for the videos that I've amassed. I can't wait to share all of that with you guys!!
- Glitter shoes
- Making my own tulle bustles
- Taking ballet class
(even though it's waaay expensive at the school I want to go to.)
- Giving my dogs salmon oil
- Getting my nails did
- Dying my hair something crazy
- Fishnet gloves
- When will my next photoshoot be?
- Maybe taking a hiatus from sex work, at least for a few weeks
Some of these things I need feedback on, some things I need to really think about on my own.
Some of them just make me insanely happy :)
But I'm still determined to try this and I'm going to enroll in ballet class next month. :)
that is all.
WE got to friendly chatting and she mentioned that she's an aspiring burlesque dancer. Naturally, I just had to know more being that I absolutely adore Dita Von Teese and I can't ever take my eyes off the beautiful Ili Jean, aka Queen Frostine Dream.
She tells me that she's studying with the Philadelphia School of Burlesque and that I should come to a workshop, even if I was just curious. And I was. So I am. Going, that is! Class starts tonight and I'm determinded to learn what I can and work hard to eventually be able to perform in the showcase in September!
If I love it as much as I think I will, I'm going to enroll in an adult ballet class to try and tighten up my dance skills and get a little lighter on my feet. I think this could be a really fun and fabulous hobby!
Who'd have thought? Me. A burlesque dancer in training.
It all happened so fast, but I'm so glad I broke my routine and took a moment to stop and chat with a nice girl I had no intentions of sleeping with.
So I spent my weekend making a new custom video and putting together a custom photo set. I gotta say, I reeeeeally love the custom orders. It's so personal and I love trying to capture on film exactly what someone wants whether it be fetish or glamour or extra-explicit. It's such a turn-on to get the positive feedback when I've nailed it for them and they've really enjoyed what I sent them. I LOVE IT. It's what keeps me going and keeps me doing all of this.
Now on to the good stuff!
I had a fabulous first date on Friday night with Lady Cop. She's adorable and funny and no-nonsense. She was dressed casual with the cutest rhinestone sandals I've ever seen! Leave it to me to notice the shoes first, huh? She was fun and sweet, not to mention articulate and really easy to talk to. I tried not to dominate the conversation (I have a problem with rambling when I get nervous) and I think I managed to keep the diarhea-of-the-mouth in check. It left room for me to learn a TON about Lady Cop. She has a 12yr old daughter (she doesnt at all look old enough for that, trust me, lol) and she was a stripper! OMG, I was totally shocked and amazed. Needless to say, that gave her a million points in my book. So I asked if she'd give me pole lessons, and well if you could have seen the cheshire-cat smile she gave me in response! Good stuff. We had dinner and a couple of drinks (only two each, she is a cop after all.. drunk driving is umm, a no-no I'm sure) along with great conversation and lots of laughs. As the night was winding down, I walked her to her car to say goodnight. I gave her a hug and to my surprise she leaned in, pushed me up against the side of her durango and proceded to give me the hottest goodbye kiss I've EVER gotten on a first date. I mean, omg. It was dark and we were in a far corner of the parking lot so trust me, it went from a kiss to full-on making out in a hurry. I could have ripped her clothes off right there. The way she smelled like vanilla to the way she ran her hands through my hair... my god, y'all. Seriously.Wet. Panties. That's all I can say about that.
If you're a photographer and in the Philly/NJ area and you'd like to maybe have some fun (either vanilla or erotic) please don't hesitate to contact me! Maybe we can make beautiful photos together! :)
Model Mayhem Profile #817964
Soooo by request, soon I will be posting screen shots of the videos and photo sets I have to offer for sale and I've already posted in the sidebar how to contact me for rates and appointments for cam shows.
I hope this was helpful for those of you who have been interested in getting together for some one on one fun!!
So in celebration of being away from the chains of my cubicle, I decided I'd be Extra-Naughty Girl today. I've dressed in my trashiest 80's best (shredded tights and all) and I've already masturbated twice, given two cam shows and made one VERY naughty video for a very fabulous client... and I haven't even had lunch yet! I think I'm well on my way to passing out from sheer sexual bliss in about a hour... hahaha.
OH! and I've also participated in "Topless Tuesday" on Twitter... you can see my "submission" in my twitpics :)
so yeah, busy busy horny little bee!!
Twitter has taken over and I've been using it like mad to shoot off random thoughts about everything, as has everyone else I'm sure. So, naturally real blogging has taken a back seat to "micro-blogging".
Sooo what's new, pussycats? (Whooooa whoa whoa! ....um, sorry) I've been making some really naughty videos, that's what's been up with me! I'm also starting to do a few cam shows here and there for a few special boys and girls. (you know who you are *grin*)
MORE IMPORTANTLY I'm also currently looking for a fabulous gay boyfriend and a sugar-sweet bi girlfriend. What does one do, hold auditions?
ok, ok here's what I'd loooove in a gay boyfriend:
*Smarts. I loves me a man who can debate me on important matters like which celebutards are in the closet or which earrings go with tangerine nail polish. (Ding! The answer is none, tangerine nail polish is hideous. Trick question!)
*Fashion sense. Cause sometime, a girl needs help. (Maybe tangerine is in? These are things I need to know, people!)
*Confidence. But not cockiness, that's just ugly. And God don't like ugly. (Wait, from what I hear, God don't like web whores either, so I guess all bets are off!)
*Sunny Disposition. True, we all have bad days but for the most part I'm a pretty happy gal... let's go shopping or out for the necessary four food groups: Drinking, Dancing, People Watching and Gossipping!
*Drama-Free. self-explanatory, no?
Damn, I think I want all those things in a bi girlfriend, too! Although, if you are interested in that position, I will want to make out with you. Alot. Not required for the gay boyfriend position! I have a bi boyfriend for that. *wink*
Plus, it doesn't hurt that right now I feel the most confident, self-assured, sexy and sexually free I ever have in this life of mine (and humble, can't you tell?). Is it because I don't care about how others view me or my body or what I think is sexually stimulating? Partly, yes, I think so. Also because I've been lucky enough to have met people in my life that have helped me grow as my own person and get comfortable in my own skin. As much as I would love to take all the credit, there were people I've crossed paths with that have changed me forever. Some angels, some devils. Sometimes we passed each other like ships in the night (I always wanted to use that phrase!), and there have been few and precious times that I've been lucky enough to call those people long-time friends. Or "suckers" as I like to call them. You're stuck with me now, bitches!
You like that Olan Mills hand-gently-placed-under-chin shit, huh? Now THAT ladies and gents, is pure unadulterated modeling talent. Drink.it.in.
one step closer to equality for all.
Oh, and Carrie Prejean can suck it. :)
Fuck that... if you're not close, get on a plane, get in your car, just get there.
"The first Gallery Show of Chase Lisbon.
The first time that prints have been displayed or sold to the public. "
May 2nd 2009. Philadelphia, PA. Studio2728.com. 6-9 PM.
Afterparty / TEN CMNDMNTS / At The Barbary.
*sigh* so I'm supposed to be posting an introductory vlog for plushperspectives.com right now. It's a really cool site that's aiming at size positivity... kind of like a youtube for us curvy and full-figured girls. It's a very cool concept and I have loads of respect for the dude that's starting it up, a very good friend of mine that's been a BBW supporter for pretty much forever. Anyway, so I'm trying to record a vlog introducing who I am and what kinds of videos I plan on posting, etc.. and my fucking camera-whore cat was all up in my shit. After 12 takes of me stumbling over myself, I finally got a good one down without me stuttering or saying "um" a thousand times and who's in the backround? Fucking Biggles. I'm gonna try tomorrow when I can lock his dumb ass out.
yum or yummy
Are there any words you despise? Any that are like nails on a chalkboard to you? I'm really curious to hear what words or phrases really get your goat.
I was never much of a "toker" if you will... I always wished I could smoke and laugh all day at dumb shit with my friends but I could never really enjoy the high. I'd always get super paranoid and nervous. Needless to say, those aren't my favorite mental states, so I tend to pass rather than puff.
Get it? puff, puff, pass? Ok, I know it was cheesy. STOP JUDGING ME.
Anyway, I also never liked being so hungry I could eat like a host to a tapeworm. That shit makes you bloated like a mug the next day and even though I'm chubby, extra bloat does not go unnoticed or unappreciated to say the least. I'm fat enough, give me a damn break. Not to mention all the "deep thoughts" that lead me to really getting inside my own head. I honestly do not need to get that intimately reacquainted with the deep recesses of my sick and twisted mind. It's a scary place in there, ya'll... no thanks.
So what the hell was I trying to say? Oh yeah, Merry Weedmas or whatever. Smoke a fat one for me, since I can't enjoy one myself without spiralling retardedly into a dark session of self psychoanalysis while eating an entire chocolate chip bunt cake with a side of gummy worms and cheetos.
Now painkillers, that's a destructive habit I can get behind! Where's THAT holiday?
There really aren't many things in this world that satisfy me as much as a hard orgasm in front of a grateful participant.
There really wasn't a point to this particular post. Just wanted to share. *wink*
It's gorgeous here in New Jersey right now and boy am I ready for it!
ok so now I need to:
- go home and put on a dress
- shave my legs first (don't judge. ya'll can get homely looking too, shut up! haha)
- schedule a pedicure asap (a girl needs fresh red toes for warm weather, its a must.)
- get my ass a date for this evening and enjoy the first REAL day of spring.
oh! and of you're in the tri-state area or anywhere else that's getting a surprising bout of fabulous weather, step away from the computer and get your ass outside. Or like my grandmother used to say, "Go out and blow the stink off ya!" haha god rest her, she was a sassy lady.
That is all!
I've been thinking alot about what I really want from the adult industry... or rather what I want to contribute, I should say. Do I still want my own website? Continue selling lingerie and a la carte photos? Venture seriously into more camming? I have no clue. It seems that my age old short attention span is at it again; I want to do all of it and none of it, if that makes sense. I love the way I feel when I read good feedback from a satisfied customer, that I know for certain. I love the feeling of satisfaction when I've really made someones day or have made someone so incredibly hot they can't wait to come back for more. I take pride in making all my customers feel special and I hope each and every one of them know they aren't just a number to me and it's certainly not all about the money. To be quite frank, I put way more cash into this lil "business" of mine than I get out of it. I don't mind, I've had more fun and have gotten to love my body more in the past year than ever in my life. All because of this internet sex work whirlwind.
But I digress.
I'm still conflicted on what I'd like to do, what I'd like to focus my energies on. I know that to be successful I need to concentrate on one thing and make it my own. Master it, if you will, before I can move onto the next thing. SO for now, I'll continue to watch and read and research and learn. Hopefully inspiration will fall in my lap, but most likely I'll trip over it on the way to something else. *grin*
I'm glad I get to be that someone. That is all.
it just seems like lately I'm lacking the patience to stop long enough to say anything, y'know?
if that makes any bit of sense...
I've been trying to get the story down of my first submissive for about a year now... started it twice and well, something always comes along and steals my concentration..
ok, ok.. I give it readily away. *smiles*
But it's coming.
But you know what has surprisingly been the bigger attraction lately? Selling my panties.
Yep, I'm featured on a few different sites and the panty fetishists are quite the interestingly kinky bunch! I've got a few regulars and I gotta tell ya, I'm fucking having a great time getting to know all of them and helping fulfill their fantasies! I've also gotten some new members to my website, from the panty sales! Whoo hoo! So yeah, things are really moving along nicely... at least I feel like I'm moving forward and getting better at these endeavors I've taken on.
So, off topic, but does anyone have a good accounting software recommendation? One thats free? I know, I know.. quickbooks, right? *sigh* I know, I just don't want to shell out the bucks right now 'cause I'm cheap. haha