I actually missed my first Thursday night since the Shim Sham closed.

I stayed home alone and worked my ass off, and now it is time for bed.

I called my baby brother and wished him a happy birthday (I remember the day he was born, 23 years ago). He was on his way to plastered, I could hear the bar in the back ground. I guess you could say, growing up my brother was my first slave. I spoke for him, I disciplined him, I humiliated him, I even tied him up and dressed him like a girl…who would have thought that years down the road I would have made that a full time way of life and a means of support. he even writes lots of college papers about me.

He lives in Tampa and runs the first and only city owned Skate Park. He opened it himself. He is in college, and lucky basterd had a trust, I didn’t. But then again, out of all my grandmother’s grand children, I was the favorite, the golden child…which is odd since they had only daughters, you would think all their wanting for a boy would have made my brother or cousin Bradley the favorite.

I still talk to my Nina a lot. I ruffle her feathers just to keep that healthy spunk in her so she keeps living. She is strong, and I got a lot of me from her. She is so cute. I love her with all my heart. I even let her know I am into bondage, leather and corsets. She doesn’t approve but she loves me regardless, and she is so important to me.