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Sexuality in Schenectady – The Adult Industry Edition

September 30th, 2011 3 comments

I am, in some ways, built to be a journalist. In large crowds, you can find me mostly on the fringes, observing the people around me.Β I’ve always been that person. Leave me alone at a party, and while I’m definitely not a wallflower, you’ll most often find me listening to someone intently, trying to learn all there is to know about them before they lose interest in talking about themselves. And then, I move on to the next person who looks like they’re just dying to talk about themselves.

My genuine curiosity has helped me to learn so much about the human race. Most people are comfortable talking to me and they tell me so much more than they’d tell other people. And it allows me to befriend people most wouldn’t even talk to. The fact that I used to be one of them helps a bit, too. Read more…

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Thanks for not projecting your issues onto me.

September 24th, 2011 4 comments

The other day, while bumbling around the worldwide web, I saw someone snarking on people who talk about how they “used to be” sex workers. It’s difficult to catch tone and inflection on the internet, and especially when reading strangers, but it seems as if a commonly held opinion among present day sex workers is that those of us who got out of the business feel like we’re better than those of us who are still in it. That would suggest those of us who got out and some of us still in the business believe all the drivel we’re telling the rest of the world notΒ to believe. Like being a prostitute is shameful and gross and sex workers should be shunned from society … except when society is paying to fuck them.

For the record, and make no mistake I mean every word of this (and understand I speak only for myself):

That’s your hang-up. Not mine.Β  Read more…

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Sexuality in Schenectady

September 20th, 2011 2 comments

“I am gay and this is where I stay. We have ALWAYS been a part of this community.”

That was on billboards and the sides of buses in Schenectady, New York for at least a year. There might be a few of each still sporting the message. The people in the pictures are mostly black men. The intent is to promote HIV awareness and LGBT acceptance among the black community. And it’s really not been all that well accepted.

A black friend of mine was standing on our porch one day when a public bus drove by with the picture on the side. He turned around and saw the sign, then shook his head in frustration. Read more…

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All the best bloggy thoughts come when I’m drunk and leave when I’m sober. I think.

September 10th, 2011 3 comments

I’m already slacking on my three blogs a week goal. In my defense, I started this yesterday and got too drunk to finish it. This week has been hectic. What can I say?

M’s point is always in His pants, these days. There’s a reason for that. He says that when I was fully in the mindset of sexual property I was happy. And He’s right.

The other day, He ripped me up by the hair and dragged me into the bedroom. Or pushed, rather. Bent me over the bed and fucked me while beating me with the Studded Paddle. I fear I’m out of practice. I first thought it was the Oak Paddle I (love to) hate, and then I realized it was too soft for that. So I thought maybe it was the Maui Kink paddle, but it wasn’t. I don’t think I figured it out until it was over.

“It was over.” Like I didn’t love every second.

Master is an insane sadist. Okay, He’s too responsible to be insane. But He would like to occasionally be able to not care how much pain He causes me. I mean, occasionally I’m loud. I don’t know our neighbors well enough to say whether or not they would report us, but it’s always a concern.

We need another “closest person’s half a mile away” camping trip. In the next couple of months, probably. As soon as we can get the clothes we need for chilly nights. Suddenly I understand the draw of Twisted Tryst now more than ever. We need an east coast version, for sure.

I had all sorts of stuff to say when I was drunk. Today, it’s not really coming. That’s okay. I need to go shower so we can go for a walk anyway. I’ll try to have something interesting to talk about tomorrow. =D

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Tomorrow’s Food

September 5th, 2011 Comments off

Incubus
I know you vie for the good ol’ days
and with less of us around, we were a cinch to sway
does it feel like it’s the end of the world
well maybe it is, but when was it not,
cause it’s true, me and you
we are all tomorrow’s food today

there’s no such thing as the good ol’ days
the older we all get, the better we all were
there’s no such as the end of the world
(but just in case!) you’d best batten down and button up
cause it’s true, me and you
we are all tomorrow’s food today

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Nanny nanny boo boo!

September 3rd, 2011 Comments off

I’ve got bruises and welts and a dehydration headache from staying up all night fucking and you don’t. πŸ˜›

The Delrin Cane is an evil, evil weapon.

Master’s mouth is the best sex toy I’ve ever encountered. Though I dunno. It’s a toss up between that and his penis.

That is all.

<3

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