1. Make up a name for yourself: I just use the ones my mother calls me…Genevieve, Viva, Vieva-la, and Viva-Leeda…or on the bad days she calls me UPPITY WENCH

2. Where were you born?: Houston, Texas, St Luke’s Episcopal Hospital

3. And when was this?: 2/23/1975

4. What is your favourite sexual position?: Variety is the spice of life, I rather try and invent one.

1. What’s your favourite breakfast cereal?: Captain Crunch, Fruity or Cocoa Pebbles, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but I haven’t bought cereal in forever.

2. What’s the first thing you do upon waking?: Pee

3. Coffee or Orange Juice?: Orange juice

4. Stop to smell the roses or rush to work/school?: Zoom Zoom Zoom. I am always on the go, but with Jacque-oh around I am pacing the floors and forced to smell the roses or something because she isn’t ready yet.

5. What is your morning bathroom routine?: auto pilot. pee, bath, brush teeth, torture my hair, and dread having to get dressed in this heat.

6. Morning breath?: I try not to breath till I have brushed.

7. Toast or pop tart?: cinnamon toast

8. Sex in the morning or at night? all day and all night, with 30 minute breaks every 6 hours to sleep and eat.

9. Do you have normal sleeping habits?: NO! That is how I ended up doing this stupid quiz

10. How many hours of sleep you average?: It’s a roll of the dice, sometimes 2 hours, sometimes 15

11. Get on the Internet before work/school?: I live on this thing

12. Change your underwear regularly?: If I wear them at all.

13. Sing in the shower?: no

14. Flex in the mirror?: yes

15. Butter or Margarine?: I can’t believe it’s not butter, seriously, that is what I like

1. What your favourite fast food place?: Do I have to? That is depending on mood

2. Take out, drive thru, or eat in?: Do I have to?

3. Bring your lunch or eat from a vending machine?: Chinese Delivery

4. Eat in a group or alone?: In a group

5. Would you like fries with that?: I’ll steal your fries, but claiom I don’t want any. They always give you too many.

6. Gossip?: if it is good enough, I find it funny the gossip I hear about me…trust me my reality is stranger than fiction, these people make up stupid shit. One of my favorites is the rumor that I deal guns and drugs! AS IF!

7. Do you brush your teeth after every meal?: no

8. Chew Trident?: yes

9. Are you eating anything right now?: no

10. Ever had a, how you say, nooner?: yes

11. Favourite TV Dinner: Michelina’s Linguini and Clam Sauce

13. Favourite chewing gum: cinnamon

14. Does loud chewing bother you?: yes

15. Do you talk with your mouth full?: Only when I really have to, I hate that, I was raised better.

And Night. . .

1. What is your favourite sleeping position?: fetal

2. Do you dream in colour or black and white?: colour

3. Do you sleep alone?: sometimes, but I miss my Claudia…I can’t wait till she is with me at the end of the month

4. Have you ever been in a bar?: Was that a bar? I could of sworn it was a church!

5. How about a gay bar?: Who me, I am a fag hag! A fruit fly.

6. Do you drink?: depends on the phase I’m in, I grow bored of it sometimes for days or years, then I get into it with friends, then I am bored again. I have been bored of it the past few days.

7. Do you drink and drive?:I don’t know how to drive. I am so spoiled that everyone else drives me around.

8. How about drugs, do you do those?: Zoloft

9. Do you carry condoms?: Yes, but in new Orleans they have them everywhere.

10. Name something stupid you’ve done while drunk: Ask the witnesses, but someone told me that if you don’t remember and there are no photos it didn’t happen.

11. Tell me a recent dream: A terror ride, and whimsy all in one.

12. What are you doing next Saturday night?: Hopefully something more fullfilling than last night

13. Will you marry me?: I’m already married, it would be illegal.

14. What do you sleep in?: Depends, what was I doing before I fell asleep?

15. Kiss and tell?: The stories I tell are true, but the names may be changed.

Can’t sleep.
I am starting to realize that the early morning news is the same exact news as the otherday. This sucks.

Jacque is sleepless too. I am so tired though. I have been tired all day. today we had a session with one of my favorite subbies. I hadn’t seen him in forever due to a major auto-mobile accident. It had been over a year. I am so glad he is okay. It had been a hell of a recovery for him.

I miss his visits. We are close friends even in the face of meeting on a professional level. When he visits we usually spend all day talking. Also, since he leads such a busy life, and is a work-a-holic, I introduce him to things he misses by working too much, such as South Park. And even more valuble than that I provide him an escape from all of the things that make up the real world for him. His assistant pushes him to come back when he gets overly stressed because she notices that he is much more relaxed and happy when he returns from here. I adore him. He is a really great guy.

Jacque-oh and I have been homebodies tonight. We sat back with a pile of comfort food and watched a stack of movies we rented. Malena, Brotherhood of the Wolf, and Soul Survivors.

I was going to go out because I thought my “gay husband” was going to try for this drag show, but he just called a bit ago and told me he skipped all of that too. Seems like amongst most of us, it was just one of those casual evenings at home.

I am actually prescribed something for my sleep issues, I just haven’t filled my script in a couple of months, I may just do that tomorrow. These sleep problems are starting to really get in the way of the rest of my life, and the dreams are really wierd. These pills are for sleep problems attributed to anxiety and mood.

I just went to the living Dead Dolls page and saw that the new exclusive release of the Doctor and Nurse weren’t even on there.
Just the otherday I bought them, and when I did it had just been put on the shelves that day and already sold out. Lucky me. The other double doll set exclusive I got from them is now 3 times the value of when I got them. This brings my collection up to 22 Living Dead Dolls, and they are an investment. They are all “mint in box”.

Most of my collectable toys have been removed from the box so I could play with them, but not these.

as a parting note, here is the link to my hero…the fruit cake lady http://www.nbc.com/nbc/The_Tonight_Show_with_Jay_Leno/fruitcake_lady/fruitcake_lady_page2.shtml

Time to get dolled up, time to put on the war paint girls. Paint the lips symbolically with blood red lipstick. Let all that see them envision the blood from the broken hearts you leave behind.

The corsets tease with feminine curves, yet remind the world of how unyeilding and inpenetrable your heart can be.

The heels that make men feel small in comparison, the strut that says “Not for you, but you can dream”. And the gaze that says “Do you think you can, little man?”

I want to be a femme fatale tonight, and every night.

We arove to the club early. This one person I have had a crush on and a short stint of dating asked me why I was so mean to him. I told him because he acts like a poo head. He always scurries away. I asked Jacque, before he asked that, if I was being too mean to him. She said yes.

I was talking at the bar, and he said some thing to me, and I looked at him stupid, then sharply turned my head to the bartender and said “Anyways, where were we…”. I think the problem is that if I don’t get what I want, I am such a brat that I make everyone unhappy till I get it. I have a sassy mouth.

Even as a child of the age of four, my mother had a big problem with my talking back and saying rude things to her, or just sharing blunt and tactless opinions. She would call me an “uppity wench” all while I was growing up.

Said person I had a crush on/briefly went out with noted Monday night, at Todd’s B-day, that I was really bossy with jacque…we both told him that I warned her that I would be when she moved in with me. When I have a house I have a way I like it run, and it WILL run that way. Jacque knows that my bossy orders are all in the goal of keeping shit together, being productive and that is how I got to where I am today, by having a system that works, and it must be upheld.

Jacque had what she thought was heart break…I call it ego break. So often people confuse their egos with their heart when a crush is unrequited. So many people, myself included, feel more passionately psycho-sematically because they can’t believe that the other person turned them down. It’s all pride and ego, mistaken for love and heart break. We all need to get over it. I sent the crush/former date guy over to Jacque to talk to her. He did, and she wondered why he came and sat by her and talked to her.

We slept forever yesterday. Today we tossed and turned trying to sleep and are up oddly early. As I tried to sleep the lyrics to “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” (yes that old hair band song) kept playing over and over in my head…driving me crazy. I want more sleep, but I doubt I will get it. Before I know it “empty” will be here.

I was actually home much earlier than now. Deana wasn’t at work so a friend and I went to Colette’s on the way taking me home. My cocktail didn’t amuse me. I really wanted to hang out with Deana. I guess I am a creature of habit. I am used to Wednesday and Thursday being my nights to hang out with Deana while she works.

Tonight was boring. Other than the discovery of the “fruitcake lady”. I first encountered this woman that probably resembles me in the far future at the Pub on Bourbon. As we passed by something about her voice sounded familiar and like it was something I wanted to see. When I got inside I laughed my ass off. She is about as brutally honest and tactless as I am often known to be, and then some. I loved it.

When I got home I was lucky enough to find her on T.V. I had to show Jacque.

I just went out tonight because I didn’t want to stay in, then when I got out I didn’t want to be out. I am just in one of those moods I guess. If you are familiar with the Musical of T.S. Elliots’ poetry and Andrew Loyd Webber’s composition “Cats” then you would know what I mean when I say I feel like the Rum Tum Tugger. I just have that feeling rising where I am not fulfilled or satisfied and I am curious as to my other options.

Oh, one cute thing though…not knowing that Sean and Mariah were planning to do a white and black stripe motif between just the two of them, I walked in matching perfectly. People thought I was in on it. I didn’t know, and I hadn’t worn this shirt in a long while. Cute little coincidence.

Just another night of antsy aggitation and difficulty finding sleep. maybe I should have a glass of Shiraz like Jacque, red wine is a great sedative.

3 hours of sessions have me really zapped tonight, but I am still going to visit Deana at 735 for cocktails, and bring her some of the chicken parmasean and linguini I cooked for dinner.

Jacque is staying home.

I will probably come home early, I was home by 1 a.m. last night, that is extremely early for me.

The first session today was a slow crawl for me, I had to slow down my delight in sadism so this subby could keep up. I went even slower the last time he was here, but I am trying to push and expand his limits so we can be on the same page, and so he can soar off the endorphines.

The second session was 2 hours, and extremely fun. He was a brit. Very very willing to fullfil my needs as a sadist beyond what he once saw as his limits. I must have brought him into a new head space through is atleast 3 times, crossing his threshold s to 3 new levels. I particularly loved the nearly 5 pounds hanging from a rope, through an eyebolt on the suspension frame that was attatched on the other end to his nipples that had been pressed squeazed and tortured with chopsticks. The excruciating pull was almost too much for this mountainous man, but he took it all for me.

He even took all the voltage of both the PES and the Folsom 202Max beyond where he thought he could go. I coaxed him further and further past his begging, and then he would find a calm space on the otherside and a high once his body acclimated. I had to get the Folsom because it is stronger and more severe than the PES unit. He took it for me, and took it several more times, and I loved it.

Is everyone a Leo, this is almost like around my b-day, I mean Jacque-Oh and I are a week apart in February.

Tonight we are celebrating Tom Frese B-day at 735. Yes, Tom who looks like Morrissey. It’s also movie night. I actually like all these b-days because they are more of an excuse to shop. I love shopping for friends. I got Todd the out of print Fakir Musafar book titled Flesh and Spirit. I also got him a drinking game (because that is what New Orleans is all about) called Sin N’ Go Naked. I was hoping it might get played last night, since his b-day was at the bar he works at, and he had told people they could go naked since it was a pajama party.

I also got myself a copy of the book, and I got a book for Claudia, because I am dying for her visit, I miss her, and I didn’t get to send her a b-day gift.

I just wrapped up one session, and I have another later, but till then, it is nap time since I stayed at the party later than I had anticipated. I was going to go to Six Flags tonight, but I have another session, and Jacque is going to work. I have to clean this house in a bit. And I really have to work on the kitchen, because where the kittens are it smells like a barn. I just cleaned thier mini-catbox, but mine is long haired and I keep having to wash the poo off his fur.

The kittens and Hymn seem to be very attatched, they walk up to him, and he grooms them.

Oh, sleepy sleepy. Nap time.

So, I just had another session. It was very meditative. That is my mood today. I had him swaying, semi-suspended. I did various electro play, flogging, cbt and nipple torture.
I had a friend of mine’s old project playing in the tape player. Everything was so soothing and trancendental.

It is now kitty time. Hymn actually likes the babies. He has been cleaning them. He is a little jelous, but if it were Alien and I brought a new cat home I would have hell to pay. He never even hissed at them.

I have a third session in a couple of hours and I have forever till time for the party at 2 a.m. That is when the party starts, and it ends when everyone leaves. Since the place is 24 hour, it may never end, knowing New Orleans.