Ugh, need dinner, about to head to the show…bored so I am writing a quick jot while waiting for my companion for the evening.
I swear…if I had to chose one place on earth, and one thing I would rather be doing more than anything else…it would be sleeping with my 3 kitties in a big warm bed.
I am getting my practice in being the crazy old cat lady…lol.
Are you sick of my cats yet?
After living in my little bubble I am going to Suicide Girls tonight…I have already heard all the lovely drama I missed…damn it makes me dread going out into the world.
So, tonight I make the sign of the 3 monkeys…hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
So many messy people all over this city…I swear I have to put my fingers in my ears and go, ” la la la la la la”.
I haven’t even left the house yet and already I am wanting to rush home to a pile of purring cats.
Last night’s show got cancelled.
Tonight is the Suicide Girls Burlesque show…I hope I make it out to see it. I have been a real homebody lately.
I have been hanging out with Lucia and the cats.
It’s funny. When I go to bed, all the cats wait up for me, then climb the ladder to the loft after me, all in a line and fall a sleep in a pile at my feet.
Well, I didn’t think the cats could make it up to the loft, but I woke this morning to my eldest. I looked down the ladder and the 2 black kittens were in tow, and very scared of the last could of rungs. My eldest cat is fearless, and decided to jump from the loft to the futon below, and the kittens deliberated in fear and decided to climb down the ladder.
I am waiting for Lucia to get here. I have to leave soon for rehearsal. My collar bone is killing me, after moving the dungeons around last night, and my sessions I fell asleep waiting for my last session, so I called and canceled. He was one of my regulars and haas done the same to me, so i didn’t see a problem with it.
It has been a very busy week.
I can’t wait to get rehearsal over with. I am just going to use the pieces I did from last Sunday. I don’t care to re pack everything, and my bag is already packed for last week’s line up. That means I have nothing to do for the show till I actually show up, aside from rehearse.
I wish I didn’t have to go to rehearsal. I am in one of my moods where I dread leaving the house. I just want to sit around with the cats and a blanket, and the computer, a book, and some movies. I swear I am going to be one of those old cat ladies.
It was a slow lazy day. I slept in, after staying up all night learning more about photoshop so I can work on an ad.
I re-arranged the whole house. I cleared out most of the first dungeon except a large selection of crops, quirts, and canes, a torture chair, bondage table, and a stock cube.
In each one of my six rooms I have more than what I have seen in over half the dungeons I have been in that claimed to be fully equipped.
Funny, I have seen many dungeons people called fully equipped. One of them was a saw horse, and a mattress with a medical exam table. The equipment had been painted lilac with house paint, and was obviously poor quality and never cleaned or conditioned. The hook on the cieling was unsafe, and open, so a sub could tip toe and slip off of the hook.
What makes a dungeon qualify as fully equipped? I had assumed that all fully equipped dungeons had St. Andrew’s crosses…but I met this one girl from L.A. who said that it was a rare piece in all the dungeons she had played in.
And when will I feel I have what I feel is a complete collection of toys? I am dying for a cathering wheel, a rack, a mummy board, old world coffin, bed of nails and so much more. I lost my states coffin in the move from Houston, as well as my infantalism stuff, a few restraints, paddles, and more.
I know that all these things aren’t necessary for a great scene…you can have a really great scene with a spatula, your fingernails, and an ice cube…just as good a scene, and sometimes better than with a million toys…but I feel I want to offer the most to myself, my slaves, my clients, and the other Mistresses that have been known to rent my dungeon.
So what is the “end all-be all” of dungeons?
What a long day. I thought my last session was going to be a 2 hour, but then he decided he wanted to add another hour. 3 hours and lots of rope bondage isn’t easy on my collar bone.
Friends dropped by afterwards. Vincent stuck around to watch this japanese horror movie. The XBF wanted to hang out, but I have this wierd thing lately where I don’t want to spend too much time around people. I am valuing solitude.
Though I have done really well this week, and my nightmares have stopped, I am still just catching up on everything from the break of my clavical. Ugh.
I think that if it weren’t for the expenses on constantly improving my dungeon, my fetish wardrobe, and the extreem expense of advertising, I would be really living comfy…but I like to look back every few months and see progress on all fronts. Progress in my credits, progress in my learning, progress in my dungeon and wardrobe. Stagnance equals death.
Well, today my new black and blue leather corset came in. Just a week or two I got my new pink satin corset, but haven’t worn it due to breaking my collar bone.
So, let’s see. I have 12 leather corsets is it? Then god knows how many sating and vinyl corsets. I have an uncontrolable fetish for them. I always would look at this re-print of the old Montgomery Wards catalogue from the 1800’s when I was a kid and drool over the childrens corsets, the bustles, all the wonderful exagerations of the female form. I need leather thigh high boots, leather pants leather opera gloves, leather hobble skirts. I have considered entering some of those Miss Leather contests. I won a contest at an S&M ball about 7 years ago and haven’t really entered one since. That was an all vinyl outfit, at the HPEP S&M Ball at Tantra.
I have been taking this time between sessions to actually make it to pay those bills, have a walk, some sushi and some Chia Tea…ah, simple pleasures. And also I am checking out all these fetish clothes, leather, latex, fetish boots, fetish shoes, ballet boots, cosplay costumes. I just love the way it feels to wear a new fetish outfit that I have never worn before. The strong scent of new leather or latex, the slip of lubed latex clothing being put on and the way it feels when you pop and manipulate it into place. And the way the leather warms up and starts to be a part of yoiu, and move with you, only stretching in the right spots till it fits only you.
Yet another day that I am too busy with sessions and stuff to get up and go pay this bill. I think due to the circumstances one of two things must be done…either I go on my way to rehearsal on Thursday, or I send a slave with it. Usually all my bills are sent out by one of my slaves. Half the time I give him a slack of cash in one hand, and a stack of cash in the other. Do you know how much trust that takes. A while back I can’t say I would have trusted a slave with such errands.
I still have to write the next Xsite Magazine article.
I also have to start piecing together my lectures and performances that I am doing out of town starting next month.
Aside from Lil Beaux Peep Show, I am doing the OffBeat, Best of the Beat Awards on the 30th.
I am supposed to do some stuff with Immaculate Deception next month in Pensacola. I am also supposed to go to Houston for a couple of days to shoot a video. And I have a performance at a Valentines event on the West bank. And yet again, a month of Lil Beaux Peep Show. And let’s not forget Amrita is coming down for mardi Gras, and my Birthday!!!!
March I have a lecture, and performance, and some sessions in Montreal. A performance for a Saint Patrick’s Day thing, and Lil beaux Peep Show as usual.
April, yet another month of Sundays with the Lil Beaux Peep Show. And I will be going to Los Angeles for Dom Con and lecturing.
May is Versatile Fashions, and Ms. Antoinette’s Dressed to Thrill Ball in Vegas. And Yes, I still plan to be with Lil Beaux Peep Show and performing every Sunday.
I am my own partner, and I guess that is right, because I am my everything.