What was lost is now found. The Queen Bee by Mani C.Price found its way home to the gallery and is on display on the right.
Tonight is The Bees Knees fundraising art event at Alexi Era Gallery. There will be an online auction for some of the artwork, so keep your eyes open for that within the next few days. Proceeds go to Honey Love, an organization dedicated to urban beekeeping.
I finally recorded a song I wrote so long ago. Has it been three years?
Three years ago I read book 5 of the How to Train Your Dragon series to my daughter at bedtime – it was How to Twist a Dragon’s Tale. I found myself weeping toward the end, and after my daughter had gone to sleep, I wrote this song on my ukulele.
So long I’ve waited
For my lover’s sweet rescue
Warm are the nights
When I’m dreaming of you
My Hooligan Heart
Beats only for you
Listen to Hooligan Heart.
This past spring, artist Mani C. Price suggested we collaborate on a painting for submission to The Bees Knees, a fundraising art event to benefit Honey Love, an organization devoted to urban beekeeping.
I was really excited about it, being the self-proclaimed Patron Pornsaint of Honey Bees. I sent Mani some image files from which she could draw inspiration.
She is Queen Bee, Bhramari Devi. She was on her way to the Alexi Era Gallery when she got lost in the mail.
Someone commented, “The Muses demanded a sacrifice.” If so, I hope that the painting pleased them, and that the sacrifice becomes fuel for more exciting future endeavors.
If you can, please go to The Bees Knees on Saturday, July 19 at 6pm. Taste some raw local honey and buy some art.
Alexi Era Gallery
1426 Washington Ave.
St. Louis, MO 63103
This is my erotic podcast, Your Wildest Dreams. Earlier this year I finished narrating the audio book, Armageddon’s Princess written by Anthony Pacheco. Search for it at Audible.com and on iTunes. Armageddon’s Princess is a science fiction murder mystery set in the future. A very sexy future.
We follow the adventures of an American war heroine named Lexus Tolouse, who has four husbands, a sex bot maid, an A.I. warship who also happens to be her lover and in this clip, Lexus is about to become Princess Concubine to the Empress of Japan. Listen.
I have codes available for downloading Armageddon’s Princess on Audible for free. If you would like one, send me an email at maylingsu at gmail or comment on this blog entry. I’ll send you the code and instructions on how to redeem it. In return all I ask is a review on Audible or iTunes. I only have a limited number of these codes, so if you’re interested contact me right away.
Till next time,
Photo previously posted on 19 June 2004
I remember taking this picture first thing in the morning. I had just gotten a new camera, the Nikon Coolpix with the swiveling lens, one of the earliest cameras released with selfies in mind. I didn’t know how to use it beyond point and click. My earliest photos were like this: blurry with streaks of color coming from light sources unknown to me.
But I like this picture. A lot.
The room is a magical hue of blue. Not quite awake, I look elven while my dream is fresh off my eyelids. I lounge lazily on his back, that smooth warm strong back, curving to meet my body curled around him. On his shoulder and into my forehead are electric streaks of pink and blue. The body electric.
I look forward to a good siesta. You know that feeling after lunch when the sun is high and you’re feeling lazy? I love getting to indulge in that once in a while.
I love a good anal pounding in the afternoon. Anal sex makes me cum harder than I do any other way. I still remember losing my anal virginity. I remember the loft in New York City, dimmed by coffee-colored fabrics, but warmed by the afternoon sun. I remember how nervous I was when I felt his hard cock pushing into the pursed lips of my anus, how painful it felt at first. After my body relaxed, his cock moved smoother in and out of my ass, and I felt a rush of pleasure. I came in a way I never had before.
After a good hard ass fuck in the afternoon I like taking a warm bath, then it’s off to a power catnap.
You deserve a siesta this weekend. Come spend a lazy afternoon with me.
I dreamed that a strange tree grew in the middle of our living room. Jay pissed on it and it flowered and bore a big juicy orange, which I promptly ate.
I’ve been dreaming a lot more often lately. Actually more than likely I’ve been dreaming just as much as I always have, except that I’m remembering them more. Must be the bananas I’ve been eating before bed.
This morning I dreamed about a woman I was in bed with in Thailand. In my dream, she had tattoos of jungle animals on her abdomen all the way down to the top of her thighs. I remember tracing the lines with my fingers, and making the zebra talk by moving the lips of her cunt open and close. I woke up laughing.
I should make surrealist porn.
I’ve dubbed myself May Ling Su, the Patron Pornsaint of Honey Bees.
Because I love raw honey. I’ve eaten all kinds of local raw honey everywhere I’ve lived. Each batch is a whole different taste of flowers. I eat it for fun and for health. I stir it into my tea, swallow it when I have a sore throat or a cough, and slather it on skin problems.
Honey is magical. And like all magic, I owe it my protection.
We have 3 acres of land and done nothing this spring. We have a landscaping company as our nearest neighbor, and we’ve gotten flyers advertising lawn mowing services, but we are standing our ground, letting the dandelions bloom yellow blooms all over the place. The bees love it! It makes me so happy to see them buzzing around. Our hydrangea tree is still barren, mint still low on the ground. I’ve got to feed the bees somehow until everything else blooms later this summer.
Join me in taking care of the bees. No matter how small or how big your garden is…
DO enjoy raw honey from your local beekeeper.
DO explore organic ways such as using compost to grow your plants.
DO use biocontrols such as ladybugs to prevent insects from eating up your plants.
DO leave some undisturbed “wild” areas in your garden for bees to take shelter in.
DON’T use toxic pesticides, especially neonicotinoids. Don’t believe all the bee-washing. That stuff kills!
DONATE!
I am happy to report that 10% of MAYCAM‘s membership dues for April was donated to the Pesticide Action Network, which is working to replace toxic pesticides with alternatives that are in harmony with nature.
(And I bought a set of honey spoons from Honey Love’s Etsy Shop. But that’s purely selfish.)
More info on protecting bees:
Honey Haven
Honey Love
Fundraising Art Event:
The Bees Knees is on Saturday, July 19 at 6pm.
Alexi Era Gallery
1426 Washington Ave.
St. Louis, MO 63103
New artwork for sale! – "Melissa-Spirit of the Bee" – http://t.co/YRFgaO5hqf @fineartamerica pic.twitter.com/JLfq6Jkrji
— Mani Price (@ManiTheUncanny) March 2, 2014
A new blue movie posted on MAYCAM brings the video tally up to 81.
Speaking of blue movies, I did an interview with Simply Sxy, a web magazine devoted to sex education. As part of their pornography feature, we talk about porn, anal sex, sex fantasies, sex toys and spicing it up in bed.
Have a great weekend!
I watch you from the shadow and give you my heart.
When I was younger I really believed that if I am true to myself, I would attract and repel what I need. All I had to do was be unapologetically myself. It worked for a while. I lost people who never were my friends after all, gained new friendships and developed deeper appreciation for the people who truly matter in my life.
Now that I am older I have come to realize that being unapologetically myself may not be the key to getting what I want in life. Putting all my cards face up on the table is not what will win me the game.
I think that when I was younger I was wide open to what the world had in store for me. It took a lot of courage (and the stupidity of youth) to lay myself naked at the world’s feet. Now that I have seen what the world has to offer, I can direct my energy toward what I want in my life, and not be so at the mercy of what life throws my way.
So I’m holding my cards closer to my heart, playing the game with more experience and hopefully more skill.
12 years of blog entries I previously had on this website are now tucked away in MAYCAM, where I keep my secrets. It is a private website. Before you enter it I need you to promise me that I can trust you with my secrets. Promise, and I will give you my heart.
Come up with the best caption for this photo and type it into the comment box below by the end of Sunday, May 4. Adult participants only please. The winner gets a week-long MAYCAM pass so put your thinking caps on, lube up, crank it, and GO!
Update: Thank you for playing Caption This Contest #10. The winning caption is by Sean: May is thinking… “This is the last time I order a steampunk vibrator, dammit!” Congratulations, Sean! Check your email box for your week-long MAYCAM pass.