I love my new home. We still have a pile of boxes unopened, but everything I need is out and getting some play. Life is good. A bit busy maybe, but really good. There’s a lot to do, you know. Making my home beautiful, spending time with the people I love. We’re eating well, living well, loving well.

When I crashed my blog in July I took a little break from the internet and have been spending a lot more time in real life. It was very frustrating to lose 6 years worth of diary entries. I moped around for a couple of days, but after that I just decided I would move on. I could spend my time trying to get my xml file to load on to a new blog platform or enjoy a beautiful sunny day happening outside my window. I chose the incredibly sensuous world of the beach.

Still in the back of my mind I itched to type up silly nothings. Jay and I have been taking naughty pictures here and there, getting excited about sexy projects. This new diary will be the portal for all that fun media mayhem Jay and I get all turned on about.

I still am attached to my diary entries from 2002 to 2008, some of the entries a very emotional record of my life. I wish I could compile excerpts from my past diary archives into a book. With dirty pictures, of course. Now if only I can find a publisher or printer (for self-publishing) that would print porn…

Py Kim Conant wrote a book called “Sex Secrets of an American Geisha,” a self-help book for ladies who want to atttract and keep a good man satisfied. Py Kim is not a geisha, though she has done her research and presents practical advice based on the geisha culture. She is funny and politically incorrect. The videos below show her silly sense of humor tackling the delicate subject of shaving. Watch and worship!

why men worship shaved vaginas

Posted Oct 07, 2007

Based on Py Kim’s book, “Sex Secrets of an American Geisha: How to Attract, Satisfy, and Keep Your Man,” she talks about why men should worship their women’s shaved vaginas and why women need to shave pubic hair.

Why men should shave pubic hair

Posted Oct 23, 2007

Funny comedy sex web TV talk show with hot sexy Korean woman Py Kim about why men should shave pubic hair

Jay shared an interesting story with me today. He had been corresponding with a married couple over the past month. Like us, they have offspring. Just recently they had their first threesome with a single guy. It went well, they all had a great time, until the woman ran away with the guy. Shortly thereafter, the guy dumped the woman and now she wants to return to her husband and kids. The husband is holding out a bit, hurt by her actions and sort of enjoying his newfound singlehood at the moment. No happy ending here. Just something to think about.

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Plums

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Our plum tree was so heavy with clusters of fruit weighing the branches down and hitting my head everytime I walked past it. Juicy delicious! Wee one learned to say, “Pit!” and take the plum pit out with tiny fingers smeared with dark red fruit ooze. There were so many plums we had to give bags of them away to neighbors and friends.

The CD album of the summer was Life Pursuit by Belle and Sebastian. Wee one loves music and demands “Po’ Boy, Po’ Boy,” more formally known as “White Collar Boy,” every waking hour.

The book of the summer was “Where The Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak. I read that book aloud with howls and grunts every night. A close second was “The Missing Piece” by Shel Silverstein, parts of which I sing with my own made-up melody. It gave me a lump in my throat the first time I read it through and Wee One picked up on it and wept. I am amazed at our psychic connection. The few times I’ve left the house alone, Jay told me that from sound slumber, Wee One wakes running toward the front door crying, “Mama!”

I got a new old book today titled “Story of the Eye” by Georges Bataille. (Thanks, Pris!!! :-D) I’m loving it! Chapter Twelve dealt with the similar confessional fantasy I had written about (it’s a classic!), only this 1928 pornographic prose is so much nastier and radically more irreverent than I allow myself to be.

We’re getting the last of the hot sunny days here in the SF Bay Area. We need to figure out where we’re going and what we’re doing soon. I posted photos I took around our home, a coin tossed toward the stars with a wish for the future.

I hurt my left pinky finger. I don’t know if I fractured it or sprained it, and I’m not interested in getting an X-ray just to find out. Either way, all I need is a splint so Jay got me one at Walgreens and I’m all set.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t break it. I know because my right pinky finger is broken. I hurt my right pinky finger when I was three. This kid threw a rock at me and it broke my finger. I never told anyone, so I never got any medical attention for it. It’s healed, but I’ve lost the ability to curl it. To make a fist, I use my ring finger to hold it in place.

Not so with the recently injured left pinky finger. I still can’t curl it all the way into a fist, but I can curl it some so I’m happy I still have control over it.

Having a splint made typing on a keyboard frustrating for me, so this past week I read The Art of the Start by Guy Kawasaki. I spent a lot of time writing in my notebook. Yes, I still use the archaic pen and paper once in a great while. I’m right-handed so it was the perfect activity while resting my left pinky. The book renewed my enthusiasm for our other business, the boring one that doesn’t involve porn but pays all our bills, so I’ve been focused on it.

I’ve taken the splint off. It was starting to bug me and get in my way. The swelling has gone down and the bruise is still dark but it doesn’t hurt so I think it’s gotten a lot better.

“Max finally finds a (crazy) girl who thinks he is a sweetheart and he doesn’t know how to react.”

Crazy? Or am I so lucid I can see through it in three dimensions?

One of the reasons Max Hardcore stood out to me, among all other pornographers at the Las Vegas Porn Convention, was that he was a gentleman when I met him. Other porn guys said threatening things like, “If you shoot with me I’ll break you in two. You won’t be able to walk for weeks.” (C’mon guys, does that ever work?) Max’s version was, “We’re not happy till you’re unhappy.” Similar thought, but funny.

No doubt Max Hardcore is notorious. His porn is extreme, he talks in a degrading manner to women, he devastates them with his cock, leaving them covered in cum, piss, lipstick and whatever else they might have eaten. But off camera, he treats his women like princesses. Just look at my behind the scenes videos of hanging out with Max Hardcore’s entourage.

“As far as the aversion of many women to meeting you that can be explained very easily in 2 words: Max Hardcore.”

As a feminist, I am not offended by his language because I don’t take it seriously. I am not so fragile that his dirty talk bruises my ego as a woman. Again, I find it funny. In contrast, Sean Suhl, owner of Suicide Girls, uses feminist-pleasing language to exploit women.

(In the Marquis de Sade’s Justine, one of the many misadventures involved Justine being taken in by a gang of robbers. The robbers were crass but instead of raping her, which they certainly could have done, they decided to treat her well in hopes that she would voluntarily give herself to them. One day the robbers kidnapped a soft-spoken young man. Justine felt sorry for him and with her help, they both escaped. Once the two were a great distance from the robbers, the man raped Justine and left her for dead in the forest.)

I’d rather be a Max Girl than a Suicide Girl any day. For one thing, I like it rough, hard and dirty. I like to be gagged, I like my hair pulled, I like to be treated like a bad girl. For real. Not just look like a bad girl, with tattooes and piercings, while sitting around being pretty. I am the real deal. I am proud of being a strong woman. I can take it.

I also know several women who complain to me that their men tiptoe around them too much, afraid to offend, scared they’re going to break. Maybe they don’t necessarily want to be pissed on and choke-fucked, but they do want a strong man to take control in the bedroom.

I want to be taken. I want to be ravaged. I want to be used and abused, and then, afterwards, but only after I’m devastated, I want some tenderness. A kiss, a hug, a washcloth.

I love my new 2005 diary by Taschen, featuring the art of Gil Elvgren. Unlike other art diaries I’ve had in the previous years, this one has pictures back to back, and the diary pages back to back. There’s nothing worse than cringing everytime my writing bleeds or welts right through to the artwork on the other side of the page. Good quality stock, I’d probably have to write extra hard to make my mark on these lovely ladies.

The best present I got this year is “Revenge,” by Ellen von Unwerth. It’s a book of black and white erotic photography, about orphaned girls who come to live with the Baroness, whose intentions are to enslave them. The girls, at first at the mercy of the maid and the chauffeur, break away and take revenge on their captors.It’s an exquisite book, employing classic erotic elements in the narrative: young women coming of age, servants, bondage and dominance. It’s incredibly erotic, but not explicit. It’s the height of fashion erotica, reminiscent of Andrew Blake’s soft porn videos in the 80s. The list of clothiers include Gucci, Jean-Paul Gaultier, Victoria’s Secret, Christian Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, Vivienne Westwood, among many more snooty names. “Revenge” satisfies the fashion slave in me, almost as much as it does the sex slave. It’s Vogue-gone-wild!!!