Coming down sick. I keep teeterking between ill and well. My sore throat is evil. But I am otherwise feeling alright. Body aches are a constant with all the stress and work I have in a week.

So I wake at 6 a.m., after coming home from doing the show. Batty is knocking on the door. She drove from San Antonio and decided that she needed to go home to Houston via New Orleans.

Later this week I will be modeling clothes for Lucky 13 Clothing in my dungeon with the rest of the Lil Beaux Peep Show.

Man, last night came together beautifully. The new screens, and the back drop, and the Lil Beaux Peep Show Shirts, and the new autographed 8x10s at the merch booth. It looked so good. Things are coming together. It is hard working with no budget, but we love what we do and have a ton of people that believe in what we are doing enough to help in anyway they can. 2004 will be an amazing year for the Lil Beaux Peep Show.

I had totally forgotten Poncho Claus. I didn’t remember about him till I got an email from my old performance company I had been in all my youth in Houston.

For those that aren’t Texicans…Poncho Clause is the Hispanic version of Santa who brings gifts to kids in the Bario..what is the bario, you say? Why it is the prodominantly hispanic innercity community. I really wouldn’t consider it a ghetto though, it is quite a bit more peaceful. It is very colorful with “Dia de Los Muetos” at Halloween, and La Posada at Christmas ( spanish pagent of the first christmas through the streets of town, which I know most of the lyrics and have participated in the pagent many many times) the still play things like stick ball, and sell tamales from a vender, and have the ice cream man. Being that the bario is filled with old school values of good latin catholic up bringing. Families are often known to have tons of kids. Infact my favorite hispanic grandmother, Mrs. Garcia, had 13 kids, and I was a friend of several of her grand children, and she taught my mother to make authentic mexican frijoles (re-friedbeans).

One thing I miss about the Tex-ican christmas is the bums with their tex-mex accents drunk in front of the little asian convient store, singing Wooly Bully, and Christmas carols to keep themselves warm.

It’s funny, I have really hated christmas for years, but this year I have enjoyed bits and pieces of it. I enjoyed the real familyhood of Lil Beaux Peep Show, and having a group of girls that have a common goal and an interest in helping each other achieve it as a team, which I had began to think was an extinct trait in most people, and believed it to be disgaurded for doing things with as little effort and as high a profit possible. I had started to think that no one really cared about doing something from their blood sweat and tears. These girls make me feel a lot better about how I view the majority of humanity.

You can still make enough to support your self and your hobbies with out sacrificing integrity and quality. Lil Beaux Peep Show doesn’t yet, but over time it will build it’s support and all of this hard struggle will not have been in vain.

The day is here. The ham is in the oven. There is a ton of potatoes mashed and ready, The house has been cleaned and somewhat re-arranged.

I have a session in a minute, but a little time to sit and write.

Tomorrow I will be running all over the place since both Saturday and Sunday night I have shows to do.

The Sunset Social Drinking Club will be at the show on Sunday, which means a ton of people who haven’t seen us before. The shirts should be ready. The photos and autographs are being worked on by Sadie Corsettte.

Last night, Mistress Natasha came over to work on costumes, but we ended up painting Sean’s toe nails, doing his make-up, and putting him in a wig and a dress.

This Sunday will be Natasha’s first time with the Lil Beaux Peep Show. I like the Blue Christmas number she is working on.

Tonight, she and many others from our show will be at the party here. I might head to Colette’s Christmas party when my party is over, who knows. One person is even bringing his mother with him, that will be fun.

I will actually be getting a break from the show during the big football games. We all decided that it wasn’t worth trying to do a show when half the audience is at the game instead.

On a different note. I woke this morning haunted by David Allan Coes “Long Haired RedNeck” specifically the part that goes, “And I can sing all them songs about Texas..” and then I woke a second time haunted by 45 Grave’s “Riboflavin” song. What is up with all of that?

Tomorrow is a long day. The play party and all. But, I fe4el all warm inside. I just talked to my stupid monkey boy in Houston. We all know I love my dumb ape.

I tried to reach him earlier while Mistress natasha and I were dressing the Sean in a vinyl maid’s dress and a wig and make-up, but nothing will be like my big dumb monkey and me. I had to leave him because I love him too much, and he just told me he loves me too much too. So I am a monkey lover…doomed and hopeless.

I just had great fun. The girl that interviewed me the other day just left after she had the session that she needed to help complete the interview.

She had followed instructions on my breathing patterns I had given her, but this didn’t mean she had given in. I warmed her up with a flogger and then tied her to the frame and did a shibari rope harnes down her body and flogged her breast. I saw that despite her body doing as I said, her mind was not giving in. She still was pent up with all sorts of thoughts and distractions. I was firm set in my mind to get past all of that.

By the end of it I had her start yto make little moans and gasps, and kept upping the ante of electricity through her abs, and torturing of her nipples and breasts. And come to the very end she ended out in so deep, so lost in the sensations and sounds and torments that she blacked out, and started cumming all over herself. I took her down and brought her too, and all she could do is sit and head spin, talking about how good and totally relaxed she felt, and how she didn’t know how to write the article now.

That is the real big problem with BDSM, you could write about it morning noon and night, and it will never ever be any substitute for first hand experience. It is an amazing spiritual flight. You turn on the senses to the point that they all turn off and send you straight into space, and free you completely.

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The Season’s Beatings Party is this Friday….but I am more excited about planning the January Plaster Caster Party with Deana.

We are going to have to buy a ton of supplies and have lots of volunteers. I need to devise a punishment for those who can’t keep their cocks hard for the full duration of the plaster casting. At the end we will beaq ble to have life-like dildos of every shape and size of all the subbies with the stamina to stay aroused with out direct stimulation. It will take 5 minutes or so to cast. This will be great fun.

And once that passes, then we have MY BIRTHDAY!!! February 23rd.

So much so much so much afoot.

I have a show at the Big Top on Saturday, and I have another show on Sunday with the Lil Beaux Peep Show.

I still haven’t got any word on the absolute possibility of Memphis. Time is running out to plan that well.

Ugh, welcome to the most awful part of woman hood. I might snap your head off to day.

I get up early and went to have my Christmas gifts for the Lil Beaux Peep Show made. I went to see Gwen from Sigh Co. and we worked on the graphics for the Lil Beaux Peep Show Shirts, and I paid for each girl’s shirt to be made. This means that we don’t have to put our savings into the graphics and making of the silk screen, we can just pay for the shirts at the merch table. I paid for the upfront costs of the shirt production.

I came home after having vicious cramps throught the city and rested it all off.

Last night, the mail man knocked and gave me my white contacts, they are very eerie looking. I love them.

Deana and I decided that January is “plaster caster” MOnth.

We are casting cocks. Dildo casting from party attenhdants in January.

I am off to the show.

I am sadly watching these last few minutes of ebay on this white leather corset I desire before I go.

It has already gone toohigh, and it looks like I am winning a black leather corset tonight anyway.

Bad bad bad corset brat! That makes 11 new corsets in less than a month.

Well, I am out the door. exhausted from this weekend, and next weekend is going to be even more action packed.