Thanks to Denver I have come to know that the link was wrong for my fetish stuff and pn-up stuff on www.cafepress.com/msgenevieve
I think I put in the extra dot com because my site is msgenevieve.com
that and having had a 12 pack of diet mountain dew over the last 3 days…

I had a little fun last night. I got one of those little on line shops, and made some merchandise of a couple of My sketches, and the last Pin-ups I did.

There are some that are actually little slogans, rather than art and photography.

There are calendars, hats, buttons, bags, mugs and all sorts of stuff.
Don’t you want to have a pin-up calendar of Me on your wall?

There are cuckoldress shirts, cuckoldress thong panties, Smart Assed Masochist shirts, Bottom Topper shirts and other stuff for the scene with out My image or My art on it.

I will probably make some other ones when I dig through My old sketchbooks. I have so many of them.

So drop in http://www.cafepress.com/msgenevieve

I also will eventually have media disks on there for you boys that would like to have cam files, and audio files and pics of Me for your very own private viewing.

Mistress Genevieve Brown-Georgiev
for phone domination call 1800-863-5478 extention 0376164
for financial domination call 1800-863-5478 extension 0463039
http://msgenevieve.com
http://www.niteflirt.com/MsGenevieve
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevievesslaves
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A session this morning, despite the crazy stalker guy. I just deposited $300 in the bank, so after I mail off all these checks for bills there will still be over $2000 in the bank. And I have another session.

The way I estimate this all going…By the time I leave for Dom Con I will have $5000 to $6000 saved for the move…I will take off for a month to LA to set up, and return around Christmas to pick up my equipment and take it all back to LA.

The place Drew is working out for me is only about $500 a month-$600 a month in the heart of Hollywood. It is small but it will do for this transition phase…it’s nicer and cheaper than the first place I had here when I moved out on George.

With in a year and a half here I had a huge 2 rooms, so I imagine that I can get back up to that in about a year in LA, it took 2 years for me to be up to 3 rooms, by 3 years to make it 6 rooms of dungeon, and this town is impoverished and sessions cost less.

It will be nice to not have every session here, and get more privacy.

There were more calls today from that freak…but I called back after a bit and informed the people that owned the phone that if they allow him to use the phone and this problem continues that they will have cops on their porch and it will cause them unnecessary problems.

He keeps calling under different names. I am seriously thinking about buying a Louisville slugger and waiting for him to give me a reason to take my stress out on him…all I need is for him to try to get in this house…reports have been made.

See, I am actually a sweet person as far as not starting shit…but I save it all up and wait for the annual bastard that deserves his has taught a lesson, and he gets all the other aggression I have been trying to keep controled.

The simple rule…I am a great girl, just don’t piss me off. Very straw that broke the camel around here.

Well, it was the first one in more than 11 years of profession sessions…(aside from one that Michelle Fury and I ran off and found him trying to do felonious chemicals in My house and waskicked out immediately about 6-7 years ago) I had a crazy person show up for an appointment.

I had to call 911 today, and I never saw the cops come so fast.

The minute the fruitcake came through the door he started getting all agro claiming to be the next president of the USA. He wore a dirty cheap suit and had a black eye and the second I saw him I said “Is that how you come here? You are a mess!” Once he spoke his psychotic paranoid delusions were confirmed a possitive!

I matter of factly turned him around and marched him out the door…he started sitting on the prosh and throwing things…mad that I wouldn’t take him in and spank him. I looked out the window on the front door and he got up and screamed at me through the glass as I called the cops.

The cops came and asked too many questions as to why he was here…so I just laid it on the line…”He wanted a spanking…and that is what I do, he called an ad.” They laughed and told me to keep up the good work before they went after him.

To cover up my role in this would only make the reality seem like fiction and start to make me look like I was doing something wrong…honesty is the best policy.

It was a lady cop and a guy cop…and she was pretty so most of you boys would have been thrilled to see her knowing smile and laugh in the uniform with her handcuffs on her hip.

Crazies don’t scare me really, it’s the ones that are sociopathic yet totally cognant of their malice, yet they don’t care. He just pissed me off that he wasted my time, and put me in an awkward moment with the cops questioning me…no harm done…but he needs to be in a nice padded room, where they will drug and delouse him. No longer a harm to himself or others.

I went with Natasha to her work, then went to Aunt Tiki’s to spend time with My friend Brian before this move…he was being a crabby bitch…and I know why…poor Brian.

I wasn’t to very motivated to get off the stool and ride the bus home, and because Mistress Natasha’s bike was stolen I didn’t ride My bike so I could join her on the streetcar. Luckily Seal came in, and she lives blocks from Me, so I wated till the heavy rains stopped and rode home with her and Boone.

It was nice, just a few good people and a rain shower…watching “Once Upon a Time in Mexico” and “Chicago”, people playing board games on the bar, and music on the juke bnox…come to think of it I am describing the recroom of any Mental Institution. Well the Quarter is one big incestuous funnyfarm. I like low key nights like that…but I miss the days of the Hideout…when it was rowdy, the jukeboy was better, we had Candace, Todd Pamela, Avo and Wendy…women danced on the bar as Prince would sing “Pussy Control” and we all had “Red Headed Sluts”. And we thought there wasn’t much to do in New Orleans back then…we took so much for granted…now we have this deep recession and look at us…all that we had has closed down or gone to the dogs. Everyone has moved away.

Walking down Bourbon ST. I saw an amazing new scene of unbathed, homeless panhandling gutter punks…all in the clothes that are so dirty that they start to match in different shades of the same colors…whites reds greens browns and blacks all seem to turn some weird shade of brown-green on them from dirt, body oils, filth and nicotine…yum.

And for a gutter punk joke:
“How do you get a gutter punk girl pregnant?”
“Cum in her boots and let the flies do the work.”

This town depresses Me.

Nothing like waking up to kitty-lovin’ and the phone ringing with good news. I could lay for hours with that kitty purring and pawing and making meek meows…I will be upset if I have to lose him in the move.

I have to get Myself together, I have a pending appointment, only to be follwed up by a dungeon rental. I swear I am going to get up and do some of My exercise, yoga and pilates DVDs that I always neglect.

I am also supposed to go to work with Mistress Natasha tonight, as well as I have a slave calling from London about the same time.

I am trying to keep up with these numerous accounts on line, and checking My email takes hours out of every day. I am still packing and disguarding My clutter and unneccessary crap. Soon I will have to put all this stuff in storage.

I might as well go and get My flight arranged for LA in mid November.

I am thinking about all of the stuff I need to do, and it seems like it never moves along fast enough…I wish I could just move right this second, but I have to wait till DomCon passes.

I still estimate I need to save a good $3000 more dollars (plus exiting bills), but would prefer to save another $5000 dollars.

If anyone wants to make donations to the cause… You can schedule sessions by calling 504-220-3770, call for phone sessions through my keen number at 1800-863-5478 extention 0376164, mail postal money orders to 2223 Constance, NOLA 70130 or paypal Me at genevieve@msgenevieve.com.

Mistress Genevieve Brown-Georgiev
1800-863-5478 extention 0376164
http://msgenevieve.com
http://www.niteflirt.com/MsGenevieve
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevievesslaves
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mistressgenevieve

I was in session till pretty late so I thought “Art for Art Sake” was fairly over when Craig called. But still, as soon as the sessions were alll over I called him back and we went roaming the neighborhood’s many art galleries and antique shops for the best party…well we would hhave roamed had we not stepped into this new amazing resort and spa called Pantheon Village ( http://www.pantheonvillage.net ) which is less than a block from My house.

Craig lives 24/7 in fetish clothes, but the old money New Orleans couple we met were really cool and sat with us in a pumpkin carriage on the property and had drinks and ate from their fine buffet which was served on silver trimmed china, and chatted about our neighborhood, their family having owned almost all the property in this neighborhood including the houses Craig and I live in, how this neighborhood was through the ages, what each building was, and other facets of all of our lives.

When we left it was past 10:30 so we searched for the remaining parties to be found on lower Magazine before heading the opposite direction Uptown in search for M-Pire’s party.

We stopped off at Poets Gallery, where Latifa Wright’s dolls always make me want to die that I don’t have a million dollars to buy everything she makes, and Sean Yselt had made this great fan with that I swore was a painting on a photo of Jean, but it was really Jessica. Sweet Todd was there (of course he was his “baby momma” owns the gallery). Todd’s company is always a much loved treat in My day. There was a stunning blonde there fresh in from San Francisco, Todd introduced us, but she was so pretty it was hard to recall what he said.

Off we left past all of our neighborhood and back up Magazine, lo and behold…not a soul was at M-Pire, the doors were locked, and you could still see the beer sign. Unlike last year I didn’t bother the few blocks past Napoleon Avenue to Twisted Gallery to see what was going on there. Last year it was Hazard County Girls playing and a good croud.

So, we walked the long trek back to our neighborhood only to have a car full of ladies yelling at us…first instinct is to tune them out…they were persistant…we finally listened and turns out they were a car of school teachers that wanted us to get in their car and go to a party only 2 blocks from our houses. They told us that we looked interesting and that the party was kind of dull, and just a bunch of Teachers of America so they wanted to bring us with them to have interesting conversation…what the hell.

A car of 3 women is non-threatening. We went, and it was truely as they said. The Jamaican school teacher was the only one who the people at the party actually knew because the other 2 were new to “Teachers of America”. Interesting conversation and jokes…we dragged out our departure. We were tired, but they still wanted to chat, till we both decided no more chatter and walked the last 2 blocks to our respective homes and crashed.

With Halloween being such a busy time of year for My performing calendar and sessions, and with November being consumed with travel and the move itself…I have started to clear out unneccessary clutter and already am packing some of My less often used equipment in trunks.

I packed up a box of loose creepy toys for Michelle Fury, and will mail them this week.

I had a session this morning, worked for a couple of hours clearing out old stuff I had stored, and packing stuff I am keeping. Then sushi, more packing, and a meeting for our next show at Elise’s Playground (Halloween Night), and I am working on a show for Something Wicked This Way Comes (which is less than 2 weeks away), and I also have to come up with my show for October 23rd at Hard Rock Cafe.

Now, that I have had My little internet break, I have to get ready for these 3 sessions tonight…the next one is in only twelve minutes!!!