Taking Happy Half-Naked Thursday to a Whole New Level

Okay, so I absolutely love the idea of Half-Naked Thursday...a term I heard first during my college days...but at the time thought was just a way for guys to get bored, horney, on their way to being intoxicated Freshmen girls out of their clothes or partially out of their clothes in public places. Ahmmm. Do I look that gullible to you? Okay, that question does not require an answer...

At any rate...I still considered it a fairly regional local ploy; so, imagine my surprise when I ran across the site of a fellow blogger, who calls himself Figleaf and lives far off in the land known as New York. His own plan for celebrating Half-Naked Thursday (today)...seems a bit extreme even for those of us who take any opportunity to lose a bit of clothing in public places now and then...even on days other than Thursday.

November 30, 2006
Weather outside is frightful HNT
So I know, I know, everyone up to and including the New York Times has been going on and on about how soggy the Northwest has been this year. Yeah, yeah, we get a lot of rain. What's less known is that the Northwest also hold the record for snowfall -- 1,140 inches at Mt. Baker in 1998-99, 1,122 inches at Mt. Ranier in 1971-72.

Well, we don't usually get snow down here in the lowlands (see rain, above) but it's been an unusual month. I'm just eyeballing and here in town I'm seeing... maybe... two inches. Max! (But then, as you can probably tell if you look closely, it's bloody cold!)

Well, well, Figleaf, Happy Half-Naked Thursday!
Hugs
Roxy

P.S.
Yes, there is a P.S. to this post because I'm a little tenacious, sometimes, and I couldn't leave this one alone...so I searched for more information on Half-Naked Thursday...or Half-Nekked Thursday as a multitude of bloggers are now referring to it I found out...who'd have thought there would be entire blogs devoted to HNT? Go figure...a really cool idea is finally out of the closet, though there seems to be some discrepency as where and when the term was coined...so, I can only admit that yeah, I acually did fall for the idea of Half-Naked In Public Places on Thursday way back "in the day", roughly '82...

Here's the Permalink if you want GUIDELINES for HNT...or a whole lot more;P

I Would Credit To The Author Of This Gem...But They Didn't Sign It!

I was told to be prepared to laugh out loud when I read this post over at the Liquid Silver Books Forum courtesy of Colleen Love: I wasn't prepared for this!

WAX IS NOT YOUR FRIEND

This is funny! CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh out
loud...

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their
promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady,
scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come
home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the
thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the
next few hours: "Maybe I should pull the waxing kit
out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site
of my demise: the bathroom.

It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a
clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in
your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and
press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull
the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it
be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically
inclined enough to figure this out.

(YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips
facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing
them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the
hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. ("Cold wax,"
yeah...right)! I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold
the skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it
wasn't t! he best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can
do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am
She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of
smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on
the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the
ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties
and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same
procedure, I apply the one strip across the right side
of my bikini line, covering the right half of my
*hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside
of my butt cheek (Yes, it was a long strip) I inhale
deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY
GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only
managed to pull off half the strip. OH NO! What have I
done???!!! Another deep breath and RRRIIIPPP!!!!
Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may pass
out...must stay conscious...Do I hear crashing
drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy -- a wax covered strip, the one
that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt
sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is
my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!
There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS
THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the
toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the
strip. I touch. I am touching wax!

WHAT?! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part
of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and
matted hair.

Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is
still propped up on the toilet? I know I need to do
something. So I put my foot down. My LIFE FLASHES
BEFORE ME!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.

*hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut! Butt?? Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure
out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let
me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!"

What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water
melts wax!!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand
into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits
and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe
it off, right??? WRONG!!!!! !!

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than
that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize
surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether
regions glued together is having them glued together
and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding
hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I
had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!

God bless the man who had convinced me a few months
ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before
and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a
very good conversation starter - "So, my butt and
who-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!"

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret
tricks for removal but she does try to hide her
laughter from me. She wants to know exactly whe re the
wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hoo-ha?"

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I
give her the rundown and she suggests I call the
number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!!

I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to
scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels
better then to have your girlie goodies covered
in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot
water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a
major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need
Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see
my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove
the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this
point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the
dickens out of my friend.

It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT
WORKS!! It works!!"

I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she
hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and
then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS
STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now.
Nothing! Hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at
this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color......Now that's funny ...... Notttttttttt
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What's On My Mind Today? UTI

So if you read the title and logged out immediately...I won't be offended but will assume that yes, you do know what UTI stands for...

If you are still here and don't have a clue...you should probably leave now and save yourself the disappointment of finding out that UTI is not an abbreviation for a great new sex position...although, if you stay long enough to read the entire post...you may be rewarded with new sex position pics (In 3-D)...because that is the recurrent thought in the back of my brain other than UTI's.

So, anyway, I woke up this morning (4:30a.m.) and realized I had to pee...almost as quickly, I realized I couldn't pee...not a chance...and the almost drop that did manage to find it's way out of my body wasn't pleasant. So, what does a girl do at an ungodly hour of the morning when pain and intense pressure makes her realize that there isn't a chance in hell of going back to sleep? Ibuprophen chased by beer. Why? Beer travels faster than water and Ibuprohen would hopefully shrink the swollen parts enough to force the beer through. By six-fifteen, I was in the bathroom in tears, but peeing...yeah! No trip to the ER required. Does anyone know how long you can go without peeing before it becomes a need to go to the ER, just for future reference?

Anyway, I spent the day sleeping, searching the web for homeopathic remedies (more on this momentarily), cause the beer and Ibuprophen was far from a cure, and talking to friends I haven't had time to talk to in ages...

Jessica's insight into the situation, "You know what causes UTI's right? Stress, Not enough Sleep, and Too Much Alcohol..." Her suggestion...antibiotics..."now, don't wait."

in answer...I'm paid on commission and close to losing the commission check that was going to pay the cell phone bill ... we won't even discuss the house payment or rapidly approaching holidays...of course I'm stressed...I've been working twelve to fourteen hour days seven days a week until recently, that leaves no time for sleep if I also want to have a life, and as for alcohol...it does contribute to my sanity.

Stephanie's insight, "You know what causes that, right?...Sex...just stop having sex."
Uhhh, let me think...no. Also contributes to my sanity."

R's insight, "Antibiotics." As in he thinks I need them...and I don't do doctors, so we now have a quandary as how best to deal with this situation...and then he said, "You know what causes them, right?" He was actually in agreement with Stephanie as to the cause but not on the same page for the cure. Though the thought of me going to a doctor is laughable...

Which brings me back to my Homeopathic search, where I discovered I've been sucking down the wrong herb tea all day long...echinecea not goldenseal...gotta go buy goldenseal...

Also drank more all organic, unsweetened cranberry juice than I ever want to see again in this lifetime...to find out that it's a preventative not a cure. Yippee. Thanks for being right ABOUT THAT, Jess, and as far as the offer to help out...I'll let ya know tomorrow:)

Okay, enough about UTI's...
Now on to those new sex positions...
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Roxy's Readers Forum

I know, I've been neglecting my sister site which is usually reserved for insights into deviance and the darker side of my brain...so, today I spent delving into the secret realms of a friend's brain to find the secret behind a comment made randomly...

Go visit the Forum if you don't mind nudity...enough said...

Very Sexy Video

Happy Thanksgiving Darlings

Okay, so it's Thanksgiving and I'm on vacation with way too much time on my hands...

Enjoy...the show...and I pray to Goddess that YOU are having THIS much FUN!

Hugs
Roxy

Whatever Happened To Relaxation?

So today I was supposed to be on vacation...not too exotic...Lake Cumberland, but it's a beautiful day and hiking seemed like a really good idea. Then last night, as I was pulling out of town, otherwise known as crossing the terrifying bridge that leads from civilization (Cincinnati) into parts otherwise known as BFE...literally translated Bum-Fuck Eqypt, better known as Kentucky, I received not one but three emergency...you gotta come back to the office calls...HELLO! I'm a real estate agent...shouldn't emergency you gotta come back to the office calls be reserved for Nuclear Scientists and those incredible guys at the CDC? Trust me, I kept driving with my mantra being "gotta get across the bridge before 5pm"...yeah, so much for that plan... yes, I went back to the office!

So it's 4:19pm, an entire day later than planned, and I finally sat down with a glass of wine, sitting on a balcony, overlooking Kentucky's wonderful foothills...do not mistakenly call them mountains...they aren't...

Since it's too late in the day to hike, I pulled up the forum over at my other fav hangout Liquid Silver Books and what did I find but friend and BDSM cohort and author Lila Dubois (yes, that is such a fuckable name ... single guys are lining up to take her out!) was posting about Holiday Personal Ads...you know, the holidays do bring out desperation...

and yes, I've even thought about posting such an ad...maybe something like:
"SWF seeks SM: Only reply if you are six feet tall or taller, know without a doubt what an adrenaline rush feels like, know how to produce pain endorphins, and for your own sake know your way around a kitchen because to say that I am culinary challenged is to make those who love me laugh out loud...also, must not only believe in the concept of female ejaculation, but know how to make it happen and be comfortable with the mess once said female is done...also, bravery is mandatory because random naughty displays in public should be expected as the rule...not the exception."

Yeah...like anyone would respond to that!

However, Lila managed to find some even scarier Holiday Themed Posts:

#1: I clean your house for free and be your slave!! - 29
Hi all single women
if you tired of cleaning your house and looking for somebody do it for you ,im the right one. im 6 2 tall in real estate bussines with happy life, just for fun i love cleaning house and be slave for single women .its my day off and i can clean your house for Thanksgiving tomorrow, also i love wash your dishes and wash your clothes.I want to do it all naked.

#2:*** Turkey With Wealthy Model Type? *** - 38
Just broke up with my model girlfriend, looking for company for the holiday. I'm 6'1", very very handsome - former model, athletic, now successful entrepeneur (real estate), would like to meet model/actress/student type for friendship or more. If you just broke up - or are having relationship problems -lets have some Cristal together at my Penthouse overlooking Sunset Plaza. Liar. Happy Thanksgiving!

Okay, I'm kinda getting nervouse here...not EVERYONE is a REAL ESTATE PROFESSIONAL!
Or maybe, it's just REP who are desperate enough to run ads? Or maybe we're all just fucking workaholics who don't know how to leave the office and STAY AWAY for a few days and really dont have the opportunity to meet anyone...hmmmmmm.

I did enjoy this one, Lila, although giving said Dark Angel my web address may have been pushing the "Help-a-desperate-friend-Card" a bit...I even left in Lil's sidebar comments (in red) so you could see how her mind works...

#3:A dark angelic dominant man seeking seriously submissive girl - 39
As soon as I wrote it, I noticed that my choice of subject line sounds distressingly "goth," which I am certainly not. I mean it in some other way.

I am a tall, handsome, intelligent, talented, successful, virile man. Yea-huh

I will begin with the angelic part, and then go into the darker aspect. Both qualities are strong and singular, uncommon on their own, rarer still in being found together, if I must say so myself.

Somewhere in the heart of everything I do, is light... love, creativity, sincerity. I am honest, sincere, and normally warm, liked, trusted. I seek benevolent balance in relations with others... meaning both sides give as well as receive, and something positive should come of the exchange. Actually, this is great, thoughtful, thought provoking, intelligent. I'm beginning to hope!

But in my case, those essentially positive energies can sometimes travel through circuits that are complex, obscure, easily misunderstood by the uninitiated. There are many factors that have gone into creating this... a subtly psychic and intelligent mind, a complicated psychology, a strong sexual drive, and a rich and tangled history of rare blessings and challenging traumas. Yea, about those tramas. Do they include fit of rage murders?

The darker side of me is sexual, demanding, forceful, purposeful, thoroughly in charge, always in control. I'm an ethical and honest person, so this side of myself can only be unleashed with someone who can handle it, who wants it, needs it, craves it. Again, good, but the Tramas still worry me.

The perfect words for what I want are elusive... concubine, sex slave, pet, property, girl, geisha, whore... elements of all of those things. Okay, I can't handle those words but I understand some people can. I want to poke him in the eye with a sharp stick right now... But I am, without apologies, looking for a relationship that begins as a primarily sexual channel. No talky! Care, creativity, and even spiritual energy will, I hope and expect, quickly be felt on that channel, but I want you to understand, accept and, I hope, be drawn to the idea of serving a sexual purpose/role for a man whom you have decided is attractive to you, trusted, of superior quality, deserving of you. I crave a relationship that is unequal, sexual, and ironically quite intimate.

So... I am looking ideally for a woman who craves both sides... the dark, sexual, seriously dominant side and the positive spiritual energy at the heart of it. If you are turned on by the idea of being commanded, used, trained, disciplined, pushed, handled in a forceful way, and put in your place, then maybe you will understand all this perfectly. If not, then you probably won't, and it will sound more confusing, somehow wrong, and possibly threatening. But I can promise you that I will always stay in control not just of you but of myself. I am not afraid to hurt you or push you, but I do not want to do any harm and your ultimate safety will remain a top priority and commitment for me.

I am selective. If you are interested in this, I ask you to send a letter of introduction and if possible one or more photos. If you inspire my interest I will contact you and send my own photos. If not, I will just say "Thank you very much for your time and interest." One-line responses are unlikely to work.

I am going to post this in both the "Men seeking Women" and "Casual Encounters" sections. For me, this will require some degree of mental/emotional connection to work, but it doesn't have to be a full-fledged relationship in the traditional sense, and actually I'd prefer that it begin with something squarely outside of that fairly mundane model. However, I am at least honestly open to the possibility that it might be the beginning of something broader/deeper for us. It's a possibility, not a requirement by any means.

Thanks for reading.
While there was some squickyness over all I actually like this guy... for Roxy. I am sending him a link to her website. He he he.
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I'm not sure if I should be frightened or grateful...Thanks bunches, Lila ... I owe ya.

Translation Not Necessary

Gemini is based in Beijing, China...they are officially the first government supported rock band to come out of this country and I've fallen in love with them. The song is called Time Machine and I don't have a translation...

Sometimes, words aren't necessary...a look, a touch...is all it takes.

Find This Band On Myspace:GEMINI

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Hair Colour Experimentation

Some days, trying new hair colour is a needed "selfhelp" ...I wanna be somebody else, I wanna wash THAT man outta my hair, I'm really bored and wow...wasn't this a cool idea? 'cause I look HOT...

And then there are those times when it turns out not so good...

Today may be one of those days...
Folow-up story after the shock wears off...cause Beautiful Girl is no longer Marilyn Monroe blonde. It's not quite as bad as the bad hair salon day when I had to pull off on the side of the road so she could retch uncontrollably...but it's close.

Playing Hooky, Watch a Movie Day

Every once in a while I have to share a movie...whether poignant, thought provoking, or singularly amazing. Today is such a day.
Brothers of the Head is not a movie that you will forget the moment the credits start rolling.

Hugs
Roxy


'Brothers of the Head' trailer


** As a side note: You can Read the BLENDER Review of this movie too.

Someone other than Me Flogged My Friend Xandra? No Fair!

Wow, My friend Xandra was reviewed by Mrs. Giggles ... or so I thought until I read the review ...

"Hounded has a very rich background, it seems, and Ms Gregory has done a lot of work in world-building. But all those details are crammed into a mere 35 pages with little or no explanation as to what all those fancy jargons in those pages mean. I end up feeling like I've somehow rushed into a Mardi Gras festival packed with people who just happen to be speaking in the Klingon language - too many things are going on and I have no clue what these things are. I think I will enjoy Ms Gregory's bubbly sense of humor if this story doesn't suffer from poorly-inserted detail overload. For a short story, sometimes keeping things simple is probably the best way to go. Let's just keep all that stuff for the upcoming full-length."

Funny, I just don't think Mrs. Giggles got the famous sex on the parade float moment ... I mean, come on...SEX ON A PARADE FLOAT...Xandra blogged (in June):
"...I ripped it apart and started again. And again. And again. Until finally, my critique partner, the lovely and talented and just a bit twisted Roxy Harte suggested that I do something just wacky and off the wall. “I’d love to see some sex on a parade float,” she said. And the current incarnation of “Hounded” was born. So hat tip to Roxy for kicking my creativity in the head…or in her case, flogging it where it hurts."

Note to those intered, I do so love to flog my friends!!

Now back to Mrs. Giggles...she probably wouldn't want to read Sacred Secrets because if she didn't understand the thrill behind exhibitionism ... she definitely wouldn't get isolation, punishment, or the pleasure/pain contrast.

Boobs Are In the News Again

Some days I am amazed with what makes big news in our country. Some days I'm flat out appalled ... and I should be using that particular verb in the context of the starvation of children across our globe (btw, FIFTEEN MILLION children will starve to death this year if you were unaware that it is a problem), or the nonsensical continuation of the war in Iraq, or the continued violence and sexual mutilation endured by women in the name of patriarical religious practices ...and now seen more and more in the medical community of this country; but no, today, I am appalled that we as women still have to fight for the right to bare our breasts and feed our babies...I can't even find the words for the level of anger I feel... if you wanna know what ticked me off...read on the copied version of the AP release...

And my apologies to Xandra Gregory, who I promised to blog about earlier today...join me tomorrow to find Mrs Giggles review of Xandra's anthology A Witch In Time...

30 Protest Nursing Woman's Removal From Plane
AP
SOUTH BURLINGTON, Vt. (Nov. 15) - About 30 parents and their children sat in front of an airline counter Wednesday to protest the treatment of a passenger who said she was kicked off a plane for breast-feeding her child.

Mothers breast-fed their children and held up signs during the "nurse-in."

"I just think it's unbelievable that it happened in 2006, especially in Vermont" said Lora McAllister, a Swanton mother. "It's kind of mind boggling."

Emily Gillette of Santa Fe, N.M., had complained that she was kicked off an airplane because she was nursing her baby.

A complaint against two airlines was filed with the Vermont Human Rights, although Executive Director Robert Appel said he was barred by state law from confirming the complaint. He did say state law allows a mother to breast-feed in public.

Elizabeth Boepple, a lawyer hired by Gillette, 27, confirmed that Gillette filed the complaint late last week against Delta Air Lines and Freedom Airlines. Freedom was operating the Delta commuter flight between Burlington and New York City.

A Freedom spokesman said Gillette was asked to leave the flight after she declined a flight attendant's offer of a blanket.

"I was horrified that a mother could be humiliated like that," said Caroline Beer, 34, of Burlington.

Copyright 2006 The Associated Press. The information contained in the AP news report

Want to do something? Change the views in this pathetic, misguided puritanical nation?
Go ahead...NURSE YOUR BABY IN PUBLIC...BARE YOUR BOOBS...ITS OKAY...HONEST.

and get involved with your local LeLeche League...

Love Romances And More Book Review Is In

Celia Brentwood is an author and reporter for Inappropriate Voices, an underground BDSM weekly tabloid. She is persuaded by her superiors to go undercover to do an exposé on being a sex slave. Her initiation into the assignment is by going under the gavel at the annual slave auction held in San Francisco’s famous alternative lifestyles club, Lewd Larry’s. For 30 days, the contracted period, whoever purchases her will have her complete submission, and she will end up with an audacious scoop.

Things don’t quite go according to plan. The auction ends up receiving more attention than expected when the wealthy reclusive and rumored gay owner of the club bids an outrageous sum to acquire her. Thus begins a journey that she is completely unprepared for in giving up all control, wishes, and responsibility. What Celia does retain is a few secrets but what will happen when all is revealed?

The auction was first offered at the club 5 years ago. Garret Lawrence and his lover Tony had instigated the event shortly before Tony’s murder. Since that time, the murderer has stalked Garret and tormented him with a series of letters for a period on each anniversary of the death. It is almost a routine.

There is suddenly more at stake when he finds himself under the spell of a doe eyed slave that he has dubbed, Kitten. With his slave he feels alive again and feels love again. It would appear that with this reawakening, the threat from his past decides to become more virulent. And Kitten is in the sights of a killer.

This is a thought provoking fictional account of BDSM told in an alternating first person point of view between hero and heroine. Readers will find themselves falling deeply into the storyline and feeling very much like a fly on the wall to some extremely exotic and erotic situations. The writing is frequently eloquent and even those who are not fans of the genre will find this to be compelling reading.

Ms Harte has created some wonderfully well rounded characters. Each one whether main or secondary has depth and facets to charm and chill as the author wills.

Our hero Garrett could simply have been a cardboard character only showing unrelieved dominance. What we actually get is a strong hero, who has weaknesses and moments when he is unsure of both what he is doing as a Master and as a man in love. Readers may not always agree with his means of bringing about his goals but one is certainly drawn to him regardless.

It would be easy to lose all personality in becoming a slave, but Celia is written in such a way that beautifully shows the conflict warring within her to fight or to acquiesce. One is enthralled by the exploration of the psychological turmoil that the heroine goes through.

The actual suspense regarding the murderer is also well done and will keep the reader guessing. Each in the cast whom we are introduced to could be the malevolent party.

Anyone looking for a book with a BDSM storyline that focuses as well on the erotic as it does on the other things that make a great read should not hesitate in picking this one up. Make no mistake, this is not recommended for the sensitive or the squeamish.

Shut Up and Sing

First, let me say...I love being an American...but sometimes...I'm really ashamed to be an American.

Second, I have to say...I am so-o-o-o NOT a country music fan.

That said, when the Dixie Chicks released their first CD post republican led conspiracy-to-destroy-them moment...I bought it same day. When this movie hits the theaters...I'll be there the day it opens. Why? Because I stand for the freedom of speech in all its forms. I might not like what you have to say, I may not agree with what you say, but I will stand up for you to have the right to say whatever the fuck you want, no matter whose feelings you might hurt or whose toes you might step on.

I despise censorship in all its forms especially when it is government generated. Pay attention to what's happening and if you don't understand that there is something happening...grab a few history books and read up on what can happen when a government becomes too powerful..to the point of silencing its citizens.

And finally, thank you Beautiful Girl for sharing this trailer with me.

Hookah and Yoga Night

Wednesday night yoga was transformed by friends bearing hookah!


Thank you Flower for sharing your new hookah!
And Dragon Boy, your insight is amazing, thank you for the encouragement.

Guest Blogger

Please join me tomorrow as I guest blog at Liquid Silver Books! I am planning an unveil of Sacred Revelations: Book Two of the Chronicles of Surrender!! So get ready for a very HOT excerpt!

Of course there will also be eye candy...
And maybe some BDSM trivia...

Three posts are planned...so join me for breakfast, lunch and dinner!!

As always, feel free to comment and ask questions!! I love chatting! And absolutely nothing is off-limits!
Hugs,
Roxy

Yes, I'm Falling

First let me say...thank goddess, Monday is over.

Second, THANK YOU to the dear man who left the MP3 for Good Enough in my email very, very early in the morning so that I would find it when I woke up. Wow...

So, in response, I can only say, "Take care of what you ask of me..."

You leave me without words...

LvU R

It's Monday

I rarely think about what day of the week it is...most of mine blend because I potentially work seven days a week and until very recently hadn't taken a day off since Easter...
I really enjoyed my day off...
Then I took another day off...several days in between...but for workaholic girl a significant event.

Today was work, no doubt about it, beginning with the alarm and getting out of bed, followed by the longest day...not all work...but definitely a Monday...as in-it FELT like a MONDAY all day.

Not a good thing since it's 5:15pm here, when most people are getting off work, and I have to keep going like the Energizer bunny for several more hours (at least six more hours) longer if I really want to prove how badly I want to make the new job a huge success...and if I was smart ...and I'm not certain I'm up to smart today...there are three hours of serious, very dry reading I've been putting off for days that all lead to creating personailty profiles in my "spare time". Yes, the boss used those exact words:)

Did I mention, it really feels like a Monday?
And I have a thirty page to do list?
I really can't wait until Tuesday...
Until then-I found more eye candy...enjoy:)

Sharing a Thought

Note to self...hide Sake

Pain Endorphins

**Eye candy has absolutely nothing to do with this post but is really nice to look at as you read:) so enjoy..
Life is so much nicer after the pain endorphins kick in...wow.

I hate to say I'd forgotten just how incredible subspace feels.

Then something insanely unexpected, amazingly appreciated, and entirely aweing happened. I slid into the dark void of total headspace with a new friend who had no idea what he was causing to happen and I was left rolling in WOW.

Now, I'm left wondering if he'd be interested in learning to play...

On another note...there are some newbie authors out there writing or contemplating writing about bdsm play and admittedly having no experience...in my opinion...it's hard to fake the emotion needed in the pov if you haven't been there yourself...how do you explain simple concepts like head space and brain orgasm if you haven't experienced it? however, that said and since you asked for research directions:
BDSM BLUE
BONDAGE
HOGTIED
these will lead to other links...
also of interest are BDSM blogs...there are thousands....if you have doubts go to www.blogger.com and run random searches using common words: bondage, dominance, submission for starters. The nice thing about blogs is that they usually lead to other blogs.
Also run a search for local organizations...they usually have a wealth of information and if you are sincere will usually provide a mentor if you want to learn to play. Do not contact them if you do not want to play but only want to continue writing with no idea what you are writing about.

Running Away

This is my car...I'm very good friends with my car, logging about 220 round trip miles per day. Some days I just want to get off my normal route and drive far, far away...
Some days...like today.
Today it didn't pay to get out of bed....and running away seems like a very viable option. At the real job I get paid on commission, and for the most part said job is highly time consuming and stress filled...but well worth it because on a big pay day I get to really relax...and relaxing is good, because when I'm relaxed...I can write. My crystal ball doesn't foretell writing in the near future....a month of work and roughly 60% of 3% of $750,000 just flew the coop...sometimes I wonder why I saw hitting a time clock as a bad thing... and then Dorie's song from Nemo pops into my head..."Just Keep Swimming..." damn Disney and their sappy, motivational songs.

On a brighter note...
I miss writing...as many of you know Book Two hit a small snag...just haven't been able to face the HEA ending...however, lately I'm not feeling as jaded as I like to believe myself to be and during the long drives my work route takes me, I'm definitely seeing possibilities for Garrett and Celia. They are actually speaking to me again after locking themselves out following our last conversation concerning their HEA ending.

I'm not real big on HEA...
However, that said, I'm actually warming to the idea and during my long drives and their windy conversations in my head, we may actually come up with a fair compromise involving their HEA and my kinky twist that takes HEA very, very far away from white picket fences. So, if and when I do get to sit seriously in front of the Sacred Secrets sequel...finishing their story may not be as difficult as I originally imagined and that is a good thing.