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Buy A Raffle Ticket To Win A Limited, Edition, Museum Signed Print From Lochai

I’ve never discussed this on my blog before, but recent developments have prompted me to discuss the reason why I’m no longer a teacher. Being Catalina isn’t always a good thing. I separated early this year with my school as a peaceful way to avoid a public scandal that would ultimately affect my teenage daughter, who attended said school.

Part of my agreement I cannot legally discuss - specifically the reasons and terms of my separation - but use your imaginations. I can say that I agreed to leave quietly and peacefully under the condition that my (straight-a’s, honors courses, award-winning, athlete, without a discipline record) child be allowed to attend her last year of middle school just as if I had resigned at the end of the year. Let me spell this out for you. Faculty receive a substantial tuition discount. I pay 10% of the tuition. This roughly amounts to $1,100. After leaving, all faculty are offered one more year for their children at the faculty tuition discount as a way to avoid disrupting their children’s lives too much.

A few days ago the head of my former school called me to tell me that had rescinded his offer and that she was no longer welcome to attend. In the same phone conversation, he changed his mind and decided to honor our agreement. Well, kind of. I came in with the tuition and they refused to accept my payment.

Later I received an email that stated that on top of the faculty tuition, I am also expected to pay student fees, which are not covered under the faculty discount. Okay, so throw in another $900. I can come up with that, even if it means the car payment doesn’t get paid.

The straw that broke this camel’s back? The additional $1,000 expense account that is being demanded by the 18th of August to cover her lunch account (which was roughly $750 last year) and field trip expenses (which are roughly $250). I requested that she not be allowed to charge a lunch in the cafeteria and that she will bring her lunch, which is an option available to (other) parents, to have this fee waived. The field trip charges, I can’t really object to, that seems fair, so mental tab up to $2,200.

I’ve just been informed that the school is unwilling to waive the expense account fee for her lunch account and demands the entire amount be paid. If it is unused it will be refunded to me at the end of the year. Nice of them to at least offer that. This brings up my new grand total to $3,200 in 8 days.

I went from having her tuition paid to being a mile away.

I have never been as upset as I am right now. For a “Christian” educator to use a child as a pawn in a moral battle against me, and what I represent, is unethical - it’s beyond unethical - it’s reprehensible.

So I’ve played all of my cards, my hands are tied. He wins right now. Because I have been judged a whore, my child loses.

I refuse to allow that to happen. For the first time ever, I am asking my readers to help me. I’ve asked my readers to support the arts (artists, photographers, and other bloggers) but never asked for financial support on my blogs for myself or my family. Today that changes because my child is involved. Today I ask for your support for my daughter’s education and future.

Similar to the project I did for Lochai, I am asking for donations towards my daughter’s education fund. I spoke to Lochai this afternoon, and he has offered to donate three 5×7 museum signed prints from his recent exhibit at the World Erotic Art Museum, two of them are not only museum signed prints, but are also very limited editions.

Alley Bound and Curves are a limited edition of 10 museum signed prints. If you win, you will receive either 6/10 or 7/10. Beach Bound is Lochai’s iconic World’s Most Erotic Photograph winning piece, and is a signed museum print. (Sold normally at $75/print)

On top of Lochai’s unbelievably generous offer, several people have contacted me since posting this and asked to donate items to be raffled off as well. Now, from Ellie Lumpesse we have three books:

The Straight Girl’s Guide to Sleeping With Chicks by Jen Sincero
Aqua Erotica by Mary Anne Mohanraj
The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio by Violet Blue

Ellie is also offering a 30-minute private phone session (that can include her amazingly sexy man) if you win.

And one of Janice’s friends left a comment in my blog that she would donate custom, hand made jewelry (a necklace and earring set) to a runner up.

“It’s not a kinky prize, but pretty,” she said. Pretty indeed! Take a look: http://quem98.livejournal.com/306470.html

Thursday and D have also offered a signed 8×10 print of any one of their photographs and a copy of the book, The Mammoth Book of Illustrated Erotic Women. And Thursday has also offered one of her sexy (orgasmic) voicemails to a lucky winner. Let me tell you, that is one hot prize.

Then I got an email from a total stranger, the writer of Between My Sheets, who offered:

A brand new, still in the package, never been used Silver Bullet Vibe.

And just now I heard from my Naughty Secretary who offered:

Her services as a graphic designer and artist. She is looking into which painting(s) she is going to donate, but she has committed to two separate prizes - each being two hours of graphic design time (normally charged at $120/hr).

Edward, from Exjinn.net, the company that hosts all of our blogs and provides us without outstanding support and service, has offered:

A 50 gig hosting plan from Exjinn.net with 1-year of service.

Thank you, so much! I cannot tell you how moved I am by the random kindness of the community. Lochai’s the one who started the commUNITY concept, but I get it better than ever now.

Essin’ Em, the pansexual feminist sexpert on her way up, just donated a copy of the book, Wetter, with her story signed personally for you. As if that weren’t generous enough, she has also offered an 8×10 print!

Sabrina Fox - does the name ring a bell?

Sabrina Fox, as in the redhead hot as fuck bondage and fetish model, Sabrina Fox, was chatting with me today and mentioned that she has a few pairs of latex panties that she recently wore for a photoshoot that would offer as prizes. Latex panties worn by Sabrina Fox, anyone? Oh wait until I tell W about this when she is older.

Jeff Mach commented: (THANK YOU, JEFF!)

Prize donations, a few: - I am running a New Year’s Eve fetish event in New Jersey at the end of this year (on NYE itself). Tickets are probably going to be something along the lines of $250 per couple - we were actually finalizing that this week. I’ll offer a ticket (that is, admission for two people, including gourmet meal and champagne) for the raffle, if you’d like.

and

I run the Wicked Winter Renaissance Faire, now entering its fourth year, every February - again, in Jersey. We’re going to three days this year, and tickets for all three days would usually be at $40; I can donate two pairs of those, as well, if it will assist you.

I feel like George from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Graydancer, who posted a very insightful post about the society that we live in, just twittered me (it sounds dirtier than it is) and said:

I didn’t realize you were adding prizes. Throw in an audiobook version of my novel, “Nawashi“.

Thanks, Graydancer! I appreciate it! I didn’t know I was going to add prizes either, until people started offering. The outpouring of support in the various ways people have shown it is very moving. Some people can afford to show their support by purchasing a ticket, some people are supporting us by crossposting, some are offering prizes, some are doing all of the above and then some. I even consider it supportive just to see comments from people who happened upon it and have shown emotional support.

In the comments this morning, from a total stranger, Rose Fox, was this offer, which is generous and naughty — a very good combination for this crowd!:

I’m here via the person who donated the jewelry. I used to review DVDs for AVN, and I’m still on Vivid’s mailing list, so now I have a closet full of unopened Vivid porn DVDs. I’ve been trying to figure out how to donate them someplace and would be delighted to offer them for your cause.

There are too many to catalog, so perhaps 10 “grab bags” of ten DVD’s? I’d do my best to include a varied selection so that the winner is fairly likely to get at least a few titles that suit their tastes.

Thank you, Rose — I don’t know anybody, personally, who would turn down a handful of DVD’s. And you’re really giving away 10 prizes, not just one, so thank you x 10! You’re right, there’s got to be something in there that turns that key in the lock. (Just a note on this: because of the laws regarding the selling of pornography, the winners would need to submit a copy of their ID to Rose in order for her to be able to send them to you.)

Also in the comments this morning was a message from Beautiful Rebecca offering a piece of original sensual art:

I have an original piece of sensual art from the artist I live with I would like to donate. It was scheduled for a gallery show next year but we would much rather have it go to your cause as it hit home.

The List Keeps Growing! 
Please read this post on CatalinaLoves.com
to see the most recent list.  Good stuff!  I’m overwhelmed by the contributions people are making to make this raffle a big success.

I’m officially launching the “Catalina’s Emergency Tuition Fund Raffle”, here is the link to buy your virtual ticket. Tickets are $10.00 each, you can buy as many as you’d like (if you’d like to donate $50.00, for example, I’ll enter your name 5 times). I really will write down names and put them in a hat, and my daughter can pick the winners (of course I’ll come up with some vanilla reason why she’s doing it). We’ll choose the winners on August 17th at 10 pm. You will be notified by 10:15 pm.

And Finish It I Did! Don't Fuck With My Children!

I’m writing this much earlier than usual - it’s not even the middle of the night.  That’s because I’ve decided to say Fuck It and leave everything on my list and in my inbox until tomorrow.  18 - 20 hour days are taking their toll on me.  My sanity anyway.  It doesn’t help that the headmaster at the school where I used to teach called me today and threatened to kick out my straight-A’s honor student of his school despite an agreement we had reached, on paper, to the contrary.  Well, not directly kick her out, but take away her faculty scholarship, which would have made it impossible to send her to school there (the difference being about $10,000).  Oh, and it should be mentioned that this happened as a result of a conversation that he had with W’s biological father, who has no legal custody of her, whatsoever (well, it was actually his wife that did it, but he’s ultimately responsible as the father, wouldn’t you agree?  Sure, she’s a bitch for nearly fucking up her stepdaughter’s shit, but he’s worse because he’s her father.)

I went into Mama Bear mode and fought viciously for what is right and won.  Nonetheless, I left the conversation shaking and just furious.  Growing up in a physically and emotionally abusive household has left me very sensitive to hitting and yelling.  Those two things just aren’t an option.  So lucky for me, I went to work out with The Dude right after this all happened.  I ran and I ran and I ran harder and faster and I ran until I didn’t feel that physical tension that accompanies anger any longer - then The Dude made me do my Abs workout, which, quite frankly, sucks.  However, it’s his opportunity to be a sadist, and the masochist in me digs it.

So now I’m at the “To hell with it”  phase of the evening where I have already smoked too much and drank too much wine and I’m leaving everything as it is until tomorrow.  It is the proverbial straw that broke this camel’s back.  For the day anyway.  Tomorrow I’ll be back to my old self, but for now, I’m just going to actually turn off my computer, turn off my cell phone, and lay in bed, smoke out, and watch AbFab, thinking about my Patsy/Eddie cohort, Naughty Secretary.

…Hasta Mañana, amigos y amantes…

I was going to try to write a journal entry last night, but things got all fucked up.  That seems to happen a lot in my life.

I finally made my connection with my pharmacist for my herbal prescription, so I went by his place to pick that up and even took him some cookies - the real kind, made fresh and gooey.  I ate one, but only one because I have re-committed to my ridiculously strict eating program that consists of mostly not eating.

I started running again yesterday and I was really worried that it would suck, but I did run for half an hour and I ran almost the same distance I used to run, so I haven’t lost too much.  I have definitely lost muscle and gained fat as I’ve been injured at least half of this year.  That sucks.  Motivation of the even remote possibility of shooting with Lochai someday is enough motivation to make me lose the final two sizes I need to lose to be a 4.

So running with my friend, Mike like the good old days when I still taught there.  It was really fun and really good for me in a hundred different ways.  The fucker, though…  I texted him last night, “Workout tomorrow?”  and he says, “I never workout on Saturdays.”   Shit.  And it’s a Holiday Weekend.  I fucking hate holidays.  I do.  There is never any benefit to me in holidays.  There’s no mail, everything is closed, the doctors will not refill your prescriptions on weekends or holidays, and nobody’s around.

I digress…

I left my cookie friend’s house and found out that M wouldn’t be able to keep our Friday night dinner date/fireworks in uptown from his place because of some multimillion deal he’s working on.  Okay, I get it.  A multimillion dollar deal takes precedence over dinner, but fuck.  I hate making plans and having them canceled.  I understand, don’t get me wrong - no hard feelings.  I have had to cancel on him due to family obligations before, but fuck!  He is married to his job - I am married to my family.

I came home and had a million things I wanted to get done.  If I’m not going to be out doing something then I should work.  But MDS has been feeling a little left out lately and required attention, undivided put the computer and the cell phone away attention.  So with anxiety I sat and did nothing for hours.  I know it’s good for me to do that sometimes, but it seems very unproductive.

We had great sex.  I’ll write about it on Mr. and Mrs. Kink, though.   Seems a better place for it.  I did think about Lochai coming in my mouth as I came…  I’d say that’s what put me over the top.  I texted him to tell him so this morning, too.

So now it’s Saturday.  I was awakened with a cock in my mouth and a Silver Bullet on my clit.  I was forced to come twice before I could get up and start the day.   Now I have to figure out what to do first.  It’s not a matter of what to do, just what to do first.  There’s so much to do.

I need something.  I just don’t know what it is.

It’s no secret that I’m an insomniac.  Once someone even titled me an insomniatic.  I liked him.  We had good talks in the middle of the night.  It’s a shame that things ended the way they did.

Ok, so enough of that.  Today has been an extremely busy day.  I moved (with the help of my dear friend Edward at Exjinn Networks) The Week In Kink.com, SatinesBlog.com (not yet live), and soon we’ll be moving Quid Pro Quo PR, which is currently hosted on Wordpress.com.  It’s a lot of work to move a blog.  You can usually back up your data files, but bookmarks and widgets and links are just gone.  *poof*

Aside from that, I had to go through all of the other blogs (10 of them) and add links to the blogrolls and also to the about pages.  What a pain in the arse.  I live for this shit though.  I actually love the details of it.  I get off on it.  So I’m bitching, but here I sit happily doing it.

I’ve just found out that I am an official FetLife Greeter.  I’m a friendly soul, and I’m friendly in multiple languages, so I think I’ll do a good job for them.  Besides, I like to be special.  I’m like the head FetLife Cheerleader these days.  I think John may be worried that I’m trying to take over his empire, but in fact, I’m just trying to take in his empire.  (Ha ha, I make wit der sex puns).

I think I have masturbated about eight times since opening my new box from VibeReview.com.  I masturbated with Marky D. Sade last night (which ended up in him watching me play with all of my toys).  I masturbated alone in the early morning.  I masturbated again right after that.  And then MDS came home and I masturbated (and fucked him) again!  I’m really loving this new batch of toys!!!!

I have tried out the Iris, the Cyberglass Felicity, The Magnificent Vibrating Glove (mine came in fuschia, by the way), The Stubby G, and even the lube!  The only thing I haven’t tried yet is the new corset harness, which I’m pretty excited about.  By the way, they spell it Corsette Harness if you are searching for it.

Alright, so aside from being Wile E. Coyote, Superblogger and Masturbatrix extraordinaire, I have gotten some normal people things done.  I reorganized my sex toy drawers and washed the covers on the Liberator wedge/ramp combo.  I was wanting to wash them, dry them, and replace the covers before I finish my official review of the product.   I am really hoping that the next thing I receive from Liberator is the Black Label Esse.  It seems so perfectly perfect.  It would be such a debate.  Should we fuck on the Wedge/Ramp combo tonight or on the Esse?  What?! The bed?  How novel!

Hmmmm.  What else?  I have started to re-nest my love nest.  Now that our baby is three, it’s time to re-claim our space.  So I’ve been nesting around a bit.  Before we had the baby, W was not allowed in our room except for very special occasions.  Now it seems like our bedroom is our family room so it’s time to lay down the law.  Pretty easy, since W is still in Oregon.  She is still miserable.  This is the year that she has decided to hate her stepmonster.  I keep quiet about it, believe it or not, and tell her to mind her manners.  One of the few things that I think my mother did right was to never badmouth my father (though he deserved it several times.)  To this day, she does not say a negative word about him.  I think that’s the way it should be.  I play by those rules anyway.

I’m starting to upload live shows to ColdplayLiveArchive.com with a detailed review of each show.  I’m still figuring out a few things, but soon there will be more Coldplay than you can shake a stick at, and Chris Martin will send me an email begging me for my extensive live collection.  He will fly here in his private jet, take me out to dinner at Blue, my favorite restaurant, and I will deliver his stack of DVD’s to him as I suck his cock underneath the tablecloth.   I just know it :)

Well, that seems like a perfect way to end today’s journal entry.  I hope you enjoy the idea of Chris Martin lovingly feeding me his cock for dinner as much as I do.

It’s Monday.  It kind of started off shitty.  I woke up to my shoulder hurting and feeling a little grumpy about the mess our house has become.  I have stressed and stressed about what I’m going to do with my career - do I apply for other teaching positions? do I just look for a secretary (administrative assistant) position? do I pursue translation and interpretation in the legal and medical fields? do I go into human resources?  I *think* I am good a lot of things, so that makes the options almost too prodigious.  On top of it all, I am out of my medicinal marijuana, prescribed originally for the emotional and physical trauma that resulted from my helicopter crash.  This isn’t making for a good morning.

I got online and there was a sweet email from John (FetLife John).  And it made me laugh out loud, for real.  Yay.  Things are looking up.  I got to play on email back and forth with my other FetLife crush about the joys of being in demand (and demanding).  Today might not suck afterall.  And he may even finish my interview before I completely make an ass out of myself worshiping his cock.

Then a knock on the door.  Oh noes!  Monsters!  Actually, it was my friendly UPS man (possibly the only not hot UPS delivery driver in Charlotte) with a nice plain brown box.  Maybe it’s more DVDs and books that Garvey is sending me to review?  Maybe it’s the new corset that a seamstress is sending me to model in for her publicity photos?  The last feasible possibility was my new order from VibeReview.com, but they just sent it on Friday, I swear!  Is the suspense killing you?

It was a nice package from VibeReview.com.  I wrote all about it on Catalina Loves, but to summarize, there is the Iris, the Stubby G, the Corsette Harness (in black), the Magnificent Vibrating Glove, the Cyberglass Felicity, and Liquid Sex Personal Lubricant.

I checked everything out and I put it in nice little spot here on my desk where I can still see each item.  I just can’t decide what to try first!  What a perfect package of goodies!  I’m a lucky, lucky, lucky girl.

Apparently Vibe Review turned my day around because then a bunch of good things happened.  I got in touch with GH, who has an entire scene with MDS fucking me on his voice mail since we called him.  It was good to hear that he’s been enjoying it and is looking forward to the next call.  Hot! I love the idea of him listening as the filth pours out of my slutty mouth…   oh myyyyy.

I also texted my friend and famous fetish model, January Seraph, and asked her if she would be into it if we call one night while we are fucking.  Her response,  “Absofuckinglutely!”  So if we can manage to work out our schedules with a three hour time difference, we’ll have beautiful January Seraph listening as MDS violates me.    With any luck it will turn her on and she’ll end up having her own lovely orgasm on the other end of the phone.  Holy Shit I think I just orgasmed thinking about that.  I also offered to help her out if she ever wants to make use of the phone during one of her scenes she’s shooting for her clips store - I’m always happy to shout out a few commands and humiliate a good subbie over the phone. :)

So I had to go out and about and get some medicine, as previously mentioned, so I kept my collar on and went out with it publicly.  It felt very liberating, actually.  It’s not my new collar, but it is pretty discreet. My friend, who joined me in my car in uptown to give me my medicine is a Dom, actually.  He and I have gone round and round about how I am not his submissive and he does not have the rights he asserted to have had.  This sent a clear signal and he said, “Did He make you wear that?” and I said, “No, He did not Make me wear it.  I Chose to wear it out.”  He told me he was incredibly jealous of my Husband and would not try to cross that boundary again.  Victory is mine!

Then I talked to my friend, the one who asks me every day what I’m wearing.  I haven’t heard from him in a while, so I called him and I said, “What are you wearing?” and he answered, “Nothing.  What about you?” and I answered, “I’m actually fully dressed, collar and all.”  We caught up and then he told me he was standing at the new house he just bought.  Ha, “Standing naked at your new house with the contractor there?”  Ok, so I got him on a technicality, but it was still fun.  I told him that I really liked the idea of him standing there in nothing but a tool belt.  He told me his birthday is Saturday.  I told him that I am a firm believer in birthday blowjobs.  Then I had to go…  suddenly… but I’m not playing hard to get.

The rest of my drive home I spoke with someone I know who owns a chain of McDonald’s stores.  I don’t even want to discuss McDonald’s at all, except to say that they need a manager for one of their stores who speaks Spanish, has management experience, can teach, can communicate, and basically is me.  They pay better and have better benefits than my previous teaching job, and I don’t have to grade papers at night.  I’m thinking it might be a very good solution to my career dilemma. I do make money writing, and we do own a PR business that brings in income, but neither of those provide health and dental benefits and we do have children.  Besides, they don’t pay enough yet to live comfortably in Charlotte with four humans and three cats.  I may have a job!

And Lochai ::dream sequence of Lochai using me like a slut:: texts saying he’ll be in touch tomorrow.  Just to be clear, I’m not stalker-crazy weird over Lochai.  I just have loved him for so long as an artist, and now to know him as a human and a Dom makes me weak in the knees and my mind races with fantasy.

Mr. F. is moving on the first and I’m pretty psyched because after he gets moved in I will be able to meet up with him in his new place and give him a nice housewarming cocksucking.  Yum.  Maybe we’ll even shoot a video of it.  Another friend of mine, Mr. J works for the Panthers.  I talked to him today, too.  He and I have common interests.  One of them includes my his black cock against the white skin of my face.  Um, I am a slut.

D is driving me absolutely insane with desire - every time I get an email or an image from him I want him more.  It doesn’t hurt that Thursday is just every bit as delicious and the two of them drive me more insane than I think either of them realize.

And finally…  Kinkerbelle…  Kinkerbelle I want to hurt.  I want her to hurt me.  I want to fuck her and I want her to fuck me.  I want us each to wear a strap-on while we fuck in ways that only pornochicks fuck for big bucks.  I want MDS to watch.  I want MDS to join.  I want to be fucked by her cock and then his.  I want his cum dripping out of her as I lap it up like honey.  I want Kinkerbelle.  Bad.

Cross-Posted From Mr. and Mrs. Kink’s former home on Wordpress.com

Hoy estoy escribiendo en español porque ha pasado meses sin hablar ni escribir en español.  Es la única parte de mi último trabajo que me gustaba - la oportunidad de comunicarme en español.  Por lo menos podía practicar la gramática con los estudiantes de AP Spanish, no podia hablar sobre las cosas que quisiera - como la política, el amor, y claro - las relaciones.  Hablaba a veces con las otras profesoras en español, pero la verdad es que una de ellas no sabe bien la gramática.  Un ejemplo - cuando habla, nunca usa el subjuntivo.  Creo que no sabe usarlo.  Tampoco no podía hablar con ellas sobre las cosas que me interesan.  Blurg!  Me gustaría encontrar a un amigo o una amiga que habla español, entonces podríamos escribir emails y charlar en español.

Todavía me duele muchísimo el hombro izquierdo.  Acabo de hablar con la enfermera de la clínica.  Me dijo que la doctora me va a llamar ahorrita.  Necesito obtener una medicina diferente - ahora estoy tomando Flexeril para relajarme el músculo, pero no me toca.  No me toca para nada.  De hecho, tomé Dos pastillas a la vez, y no me hizo nada.   … sonó el teléfono y habló la doctora … me van a recetar Valium.  ¡Genial!

Otras cosas - mi amiga January Seraph, me mandó un email hoy - ella viaja este fin y dejó a su novio en Los Angeles - entonces sacó un anuncio en Craigslist para encontrar otra mujer para él.

Tenemos un cliente nuevo - Whipped-Pussy.com - y estamos muy emocionados para empezar con ellos.  Nuestro negocio está desarrollando bien.

W está muy triste todavía.  Me llamó anoche y dijo que siente que es huésped en un hotel pero los empleados no son amables.

En este momento escucho Viva la Vida de Coldplay.  Anoche vi un documental sobre Coldplay y aprendí que todos los imagenes, el arte, del disco, son hechos por los miembros de Coldplay.  Pensaba que el título del disco fue inspirado por Frida Kahlo - en el documental Chris Martin dice que tengo razón.  :)  Me encanta la canción Lovers in Japan (Amantes en Japón).  Es increíble.  Yo tengo un disco especial - con extras - una versión de Lost (Acústica) y una versión de Lovers in Japan (Acústica).  Estás dos son mis favoritas.

Bueno - no puedo pensar en más noticias ahora - he tomado el Valium y ahora no puedo hacer nada. lol.  Dudo que alguien lea porque está escrito en español.  Voy a pensar en un tema ineresante para escribir más en español.  …a lo mejor encontraré algo como TMI Tuesday en español.

Otra cosa:  Deben visitar la página de FetLife.   Es la mejor red para la gente kinky.  Podemos ser amigos!  ¡Búsquenme!

Myspace deleted me. I’m obviously unhappy about that. It was over a year’s worth of blogs and pictures and comments that are just *poof* gone without warning, like when your hard drive crashes. There were some blogs on there from the original blog that were never posted on CatalinaLoves.com. It is fortuitous, however, that I grabbed my first blog post ever before it was deleted. What I don’t understand is why it happened. I was very careful about censoring comments and photos so that there were no (God Forbid) nipples or genitals. So I have a new Myspace profile. Please make friends with me. I’m a friendly soul.

So why is it that as a society we censor sexuality, but not violence. I am one of the few parents I know who allow my 14-year-old daughter to watch R-rated movies as long as they are not R-rated because of violence. It’s difficult to raise a sexually empowered girl in a responsible way. On the one hand, you don’t want to oversexualize their world and on the other hand, you don’t want them getting the message that sex is wrong or bad. So how do you deal with that?

In my house, we’re pretty open about sexuality. It’s not a secret to our daughter that her father and mother are sexual creatures, yet it’s not in her face. She does think it’s gross that we have “grown-up naps” in the afternoon and I’m sure she’s found my stash of sex toys (not all of them) - my Hitachi is always next to the bed and there is a drawer in my nightstand full of good stuff. She’s never said anything, but we’ve never really expected her to. We’ve never said anything. It doesn’t need to be overtly stated.

One way that I *have* found to create a sex-positive foundation for my daughter is to accidentally leave books in the bathroom. The latest is called Getting Off: A Woman’s Guide To Masturbation. I’m reviewing it for CatalinaLoves.com. I can remember as a child sneaking into my Mom’s room to read The Joy of Sex and feeling so dirty and guilty for it. I don’t think that’s a healthy foundation for kids. Just to be clear - I’m not advocating leaving your pr0n around for the kids - obviously you have to be selective about the books you accidentally leave behind.

So back to Myspace. I’m not sure what it was that I said or did that got me deleted. I understand that their policy is that 14-year-old children are on Myspace and so keep it clean. I also understand that my profile was only available to members over 18 and also I had a block on messages from users under 18. My profile was set to private. My photos were set to friends only. In theory, if their stopgap system worked, there are no children looking at my profile, photos, or blog.

You’ll never stop kids from seeing pr0n on the internet. It will never happen. I think it’s silly even that people have adult content warnings on their blogs. It makes me wonder if any child in the entire world has ever clicked the I’m under 18, get me out of here button. I have a theory that it just encourages kids to look, the taboo of it all.

I think Myspace is making a big mistake by alienating its adult base. I am not going to put too much effort into Myspace now, knowing that it could just disappear overnight. I am going to sign up with FetLife.com and MyDungeonSpace.com. I have a feeling that my days at Myspace might be over.

What do you think about these things? I’m interested to know.

I kind of started out the day bitching.  I need a do-over, because in reality, it hasn’t been that bad at all.  I need to be more reasonable about sleep.  I don’t sleep well at night.  I haven’t since the helicopter crash in 92.  Insomnia (workaholica) is my stress-response.  The result of my insomnia is obvious the next day…  as I get grumpy.  It’s not really fair to my family.

So I’m starting the day over.

I got a package today!  I love getting mail and packages.  It genuinely makes me happy.  It doesn’t really matter if it’s a big package or just a card.  It’s just great to get something besides bills and junk mail.  I wasn’t expecting a package either, which makes it twice as exciting!  Even better, inside the package was the Liberator Wedge/Ramp Combo — you know the stuff, sex shape wedges.  And they are really nice.  And I am really happy.  I can’t wait for the kids to go to bed!

Then, after all settled down from the big package Mz. Berlin called to talk about her new blog and the PR work that I am doing for her.  So I talked to my friend Berlin about common interests, going to Fetishcon, making a trip out to L.A. to do some sessions, and generally visited.

While I was talking with Berlin, my friend Nikki popped up online and I chatted with her off and on on Gchat.  That was also good.  Then a client of mine came online on Gchat as I was visiting with both of them.  I told him he’d have to wait because I was visiting with Mz. Berlin and Ms. Nikki Nefarious (he was a little jealous of me, can you blame him?) - so I busied him, instead, with Mz. Berlin’s webpage and blog while he waited patiently for me to return.

I managed to get an email out to Satine with my little to-list for her.  I’m starting the design on her new blog, which should go live this week (cross your fingers!).

I got to eat pizza, smoke out, and write all afternoon.  I should really stop complaining.

It’s kind of funny - now that I work from home, weekends don’t really feel like weekends. I never get away from work anymore, so there are no weekends. Saturday is just like Friday and Thursday and Wednesday… you get the idea.

Marky D. Sade and I have been married 9 years now and we still haven’t gone away alone together on a weekend. Not even for a honeymoon. What?! How can this be, you ask yourself? Well, when we got married, it was very low-key. We got married in our pajamas in our living room and a big extravagant honeymoon just wasn’t in the cards - we were both in grad school. Then we were busy trying to survive on our income with two children — financially, a trip for the two of us wasn’t a priority. Now I’m a the point where I don’t even care if I go on a honeymoon, per se, but I just want one night away from my house without my children, pets, or computer. I’m getting to the point where Motel 6 is looking like a good honeymoon.

So here we are, another Saturday. In my mind, everybody else in the world is out doing stuff - hiking, shopping, swimming, or going to the mountains or the beach while I’m here, in my room, again, working while Marky takes his turn at sleep.

So I’m just bitching and feeling sorry for myself and it’s really not very productive. I have real work to do and I suppose the sooner I get it done, the sooner I can try to enjoy a day. I’m not happy today.

I’m also grumpy because my glasses that were already broken and taped together broke again and now I have a green balloon (yep, you heard me right) attached to my glasses and looped around my ear. It’s very sexy. I should take a picture and post it. It’s nerdofabulous. Not good. Serenity now…