I have to go tomorrow and get some wigs custom ordered from FiFi Mahoney’s after my first 2 sessions tomorrow. I have 3 days for them to make my custume Lucille Ball and Marilyn Monroe wigs for the show. I mean, I can make my own hair work for marilyn, and I can use the red wig I already use, but why? I also think I need a microphone that allows me to move hands free and sing and deliver my lines…the troupe has no budget for costumes, much less special microphones, so I need to invest in this myself. I just want to do the best I can with these skits, and I have been rehearsing the song since before my last session.

I also need to work on getting more rhinestone jewelry for the number.

My neighbor has the perfect costume of Him from the Power Puff Girls, and I think it would be hilarious to come up with a number to bring him in on. That just would be too much.

I also am considering making a Carmen Miranda outfit and doing a routine to Madonna’s “I’m Going Bananas”.

This is sooooo much fun, even if it is an expensive hobby. All my hobbies are expensive…doing domination is a hobby that pays the rent.

Life is fun for me, I sit around and come up with projects to do either on stage or for sessions later. I basically get to play make-believe all the time. I get to make believe I am Marilyn Monroe, or Lucille Ball, or Carmen Miranda, make-believe a guy is a horse, a pig, or a puppy (or a million other games) or even pretend I am going to castrate a subby for being a dirty old man.
Sometimes I get to pretend I am a nun, or a cop, or pretend that I am a living incarnation of a goddess or crowned royalty in session. I get to pretend I am a proctologist, gynocologist or mad scientist.

All the hard work that leads up to the hours that all of that happens in is truly worth it.

Sometimes, I sit back and think how odd it is, and how lucky I am that I get to live a life like this, that so perfectly suits me and my personality. I find it even more odd that my whole life I was told that I was going to have a serious vocation, and conform or live as a starving artist like my mother did.

Of all the negative things and all the negative people, with all the negative views on my life, and their jaded advice, and all the traumatic crap I have lived through in my life that tried to break me into conformity…none succeeded. I succeeded, and I live the life I love and love the life i live.

It is times like these, when I am working on rehearsing and watching my wallet empty for such hobbies that I actually feel greatly rewarded by the hardwork and sacrifice. I thumb my nose at the people that told me that I couldn’t live happy and free with out conformity…including my non-conformist mother who eventually broke down and deals with impossibly hormonally challenged children 9 months a year so she can have 3 straight months to dedicate to her art a year.

I thumb my nose at all the neigh-sayers, and sit back tonight smiling and laughing dancing about the house rehearsing and singing.

Next Sean will get here, and I will have my own captive audience and get some dinner. Life is good. I would say I am lucky, but luck has nothing to do with it. It is hard work and people that believed in me.