So I talked to the guy I like in LA. He called 3 times last night.

I still haven’t even kissed him, even after a weekend in Vegas, and sleeping in the same bed after falling asleep late one night talking.

He is a super nice guy…to the point you have to just pinch yourself. 36 years old, professional, day job he works running a group home for troubled kids, and political job on the side of that in his city politics. As if that wasn’t nausiatingly nice, he actually can bullwhip like a mad man.

I am curious, yet I have been phobic of romantic involvements lately. What will this trip to LA be like?

Ugh,
My sissy maid is on the way over. I must dash to pay the water bill, then back home to pack for the photo shoot, then off to Fi Fi Mahoney’s to get my make-up done by Rhea, then off to the shoot.

“prissy” should be able to pick me up by then, and then she will be back to cleaning the house, which she didn’t finish before my appointments yesterday.

This weekend was a glassblower’s convention in New Orleans, and Saturday Night I runway modeled, with a few of the other girls in our Burlesque show, for the Contemporary Arts Center’s Glass Fashion show.
First Leather, then latex, then Vinyle, and Metal…now glass clothing.

After the fashion show I ran off with Spooky to see Natasha and Alison perform at One Eyed Jacks’ Red Hot Burlesque Invasion. I got to see a few Burlesque performances from Panty Raid, and Bonnie Dunn and Bunny ? and a couple of others from around the country.

I was pooped on Friday from Thursday’s show, and Sunday I rested from Saturday’s antics. I also had to give “empty” his birthday spankings…he definitely didn’t make it through the 52.

I interviewed a new sissy maid. With my crazy schedule and huge playspace, and several others that use my dungeon, as well as my shows and travels I found that i need a slave such as this new “prissy” offers to be, who can be a maid and valt and keep the tight ship maintained…I used to not be so swamped and have the time to do it myself.

prissy starts the trial period tomorrow.

The idiot who just called me saying he was “Kat’s friend” (as if every dominatrix in the world doesn’t know at least 5 girls that go by Kat in the BDSM scene), and procedes to ignore that I am on the other line and tries to tell me that he has some girl there with a great dane.

He asks if I want to come over…”No!”
Why the hell would I care to interrupt my day to go somewhere and watch beastiality.

Personally, I don’t support such behavior. Secondly, I have seen it in porn and am not to terribly entertained by it. In fact, I have no interest in watching 2 people have sex, much less a girl and a dog. I have my own slaves and I prefer to not be a voyeur, it bores me!

Did you see me on the Tonight Show with jay Leno the other night. I was caught by the “Man on the Street” segment. I was too busy at Dressed to thrill to stay in my hotel suite and watch it.

I saw many of the people I met just a couple of weeks ago at DomCon at Dressed to Thrill this weekend. I also met old aquaintences and hung out with them, as well as others I share the pages of DDI with, and other publications.
I had a great time with old friends from my youth in Houston’s Fetish/BDSM scene, like Phil Carson. I got the short time with Slymenstra Hymen (aka Danyell).
I watched the Girlie Freak Show, Uncle Notty and Dita Von Teese.

I made fast and mischevious friends with Mistress Gemini and Kyra Von Crop, and Steve Goedde’s cute energetic new girlfriend Courtney. I finally got to meet Steve after chatting with him for over 2 years.

For 3 nights my hotel room was the home of the after party.
It was latex, BDSM, leather, pvc, pery lifestylists, and proverts. What a weekend!!!

Life is truly enchanted.
I flew in Friday morning. I spent the day waking to walk the Folsom area looking at leather and latex, then back to the hotel to nap, then up to walk the Folsom area again, before slave bird arrived from his flight in.

Anna showed up, and we went down to the clubs at 11th and Folsom. Had some fun dancing around,and playing in the photo booth.

Woke the next morning to a great day of shopping. I went to Madame S and bought 2 new latex gowns to wear in Las Vegas in a couple of weeks, and a latex Corset. I went to Stormy Leather and ordered a custom “Genevieve” corset in patenet and flat black leather which they are shipping to my house this week.

We bumped into Miss Astrid of Velvet hammer and the Va Va Voom Room Burlesque show, and being a big JMM fan I recognized her. We were already going to Va Va Voom Room that night as it was, but she invited us to join her after the show for drinks. And we did… And I sat around with Lee Press-on and Leslie Presley, and invited them to New Orleans.

We went to the Zombie Cabaret Burlesque show at DNA but got there too late.

I got a call from my boys in the Real MacKenzies and Jay Hova and they will be staying with me on Wednesday night after their show. I saved Matt McNasty’s message on my phone.

Played with slave bird a little every day. I was even playingwith him while I got a call from one of the boys back home.

Well,tomorrow I fly back bright and early, but fly away again in 2 more weeks.

I have 2 shows this week with Storyville Starlettes…Thursday and Friday at 9p.m.

I sing this week.

Ah, the glamorous life.

I woke this morning, did a session, rented the dungeon, hooped, and ran to rehearsal.

Sometime while I was breaking from the hoola hoop I realized some asshole crackhead tried to cut through the locks on my bike…so now that bike is double locked.

I swear…I need to get new batteries for my cattle pord and a Louisville Slugger, and start shocking crackheads and beating them to death with baseball bats…Darwinism isn’t working…these assholes are like human roaches.

I think such a thing is a mercy killing…you can’t say that living with addiction would be a quality life, and their demise would put them out of our misery!

I got to be our poster girl for this week’s show…
Our third show of Storyville Starlette’s weekly Cabaret Burlesque show.