Casino Girl Vancouver

I did not arrive home till well after one o'clock this morning, as I was at Dirty Girls. It was a splendid evening of debauchery indeed. Which is of course, a work event for me

For some god-forsaken reason, I awoke way too early and was out of the house with RC around ten thirty to tend to some domesticity. These things need to happen from time to time. Today was that luck day.

After much running around, we got ourselves some lunch and ate and talked for a few hours. It seems that all we did through the holidays including up to now, has been to eat, this really needs to stop. Soon.

By the time we got home, I had work piled up on my desktop and in my email accounts, but no real time to deal with any of it.

Instead we had sex, the type that involves lots of oral, then some serious thrusting and finally contented orgasms. After wards there was no cuddle time.

We spent the evening out eating *more* food at an Italian restaurant with a bunch of RC's colleagues from work, then when my pants and belly felt just about ready to explode, we left. Only of course to drive to a casino where we met all the same group to continue our merry night out of drinks, conversations and being silly. As the non drinker, I am the designated driver in our family, and damn if it wasn't snowing, again.

Perhaps if I ever find the time to get in a decent number of hours of sleep, I'll tell you a little more about how the delicious Dirty Girls party went. In fact, a certain woman who attended (N) wrote something on her blog about our antics, and once she gives me the A-Ok, I have plans to repost it here for you to read. It's just such an excellent account of one woman's view point of how the evening was spent.

Farewell

My last 36 hours have been crapastic and this hideous stress is all due to family drama.

It can be said that one side of my family has their head in the sand regarding my profession and this regularly makes for awkward conversations. Not being able to share who I am weighs on me greatly and is a source of discontent for my daughter too as she is made to curtail her speaking to appease our family.

I have accepted for too long being dismissed by certain relatives during family talks, and I have overlooked their eye rolling and heavy sighs when I mention my own work schedule and professional commitments.

I have come to a point in my career and age in life where being treated as less important than other family members or simply neglected is not acceptable. In fact, it is no longer going to happen.

As my relatives have yet in over a decade to get past their biases, ignorance and insecurities regarding my professional life the place they hold in my life has now shifted completely.

Though not severing ties with these people, I have employed / ordered Call Screen (they can't reach our phone number) through Telus and am no longer investing energy in them. As I am so unworthy in their eyes, my lack of communication with them should not even be noticed.

I am not the only one who is pissed right off, my daughter and RC are equally outraged and they too have felt and seen the treatment I receive. Being the bigger person here, I have taken the lead to separate myself from their dis function.

My career pays my bills, feeds my child, invests in our future and is building a successful business at a fast pace . That my family plays dumb over it all is insulting.

Then their is RC's family and it is just the opposite with them. I have their respect and their support, they treat me as an equal and value my contribution to my family and the world in general.

I will not be poorly treated and officially have ended an abusive and damaging relationship. I actually feel good about my decision to set myself free.

Make this day be over

This photo nicely captures how I feel at this moment and most often in my life. The last nine hours have been draining emotionally, the day has left me ready for a fresh one.

Bring it on, let's see Friday, because with it comes Dirty Girls, our women's only play party. To say I am eager is an understatement.

Pro Photo Shoot: boobie shot

Too tired to write, so I dug up a photo that meets with my approval and thought I would share it with you all. Thanks Barry!

Bondage & Body Painting Photos

I have spent the better part of the past few days, readying myself for next week. You see for four days, I am engaged in a massive undertaking.

Since 2002, I have been with The Taboo Sex Show, and this year is no exception. I am on contract with them and teach classes from my Erotic Arts Curriculum for the show each year.

This year I have eight classes that I am leading and my time slots are by far the best attended of all. It is a highlight of my year to teach for them as I look forward to January as the time I get to meet so many sexual explorers all at once, and over such a condensed period of time.

You'll find me teaching

• Tie Me To The Bed Posts Please
• G-Spot & Female Ejaculation
• Pussy Licking Good
• Cock Sucking: the Hand Job, Blow Job class
• Wild Sex for the Uninhibited

Here is the schedule, so you can plan to attend some of my classes.

Aside from my classes, this year I was also hired to coordinate a team of wonderful people who will be working at the show for a booth. It is a real joy to be such an integral part of such a phenomenal yearly event.

In 2008 I traveled with Taboo to Edmonton and to Calgary and in the coming months will be going across the Prairies continuing my merry educating path. I so love my life.

Anyways, I went back into the archives of my professional portfolio and pulled forth two photos from the 2003 sex show. Enjoy the memories, many of you knew me even back then.

This is my then partner Jim and I on stage teaching "Tie Me to The Bed Posts Please to the audience. 2003

This second photo is of me airbrushed/painted - this is how I wander through the show one day. 2003

Asphyxiation Death

This sad but very true store has further affirmed for me, why practicing what some call "breath play" is so not worth the risks associated with it.

Over the years I have known a number of people who engaged in the practice of asphyxiation but the draw was never there for me. As a person who believes in safer sex, the notion to do this and call it sexy, safe or exciting is baffling to me. As a mother, the risk is more than I am willing to take.

Read this article and remember well, that it could happen to you too, if you play along with this deadly practice.

DA: Jumper strangled girlfriend


Tuesday, December 30, 2008 8:06 AM EST
By KEITH PHUCAS
Times Herald Staff - Norristown, and Montgomery County, PA

COURTHOUSE — A Bridgeport man who decapitated himself jumping off the Dannehower Bridge Saturday afternoon had apparently accidentally strangled his live-in girlfriend while the two were having sex, according to the Montgomery County District Attorney’s Office.

Just before 2 p.m., 43-year-old James F. Goeke drove a burgundy minivan halfway across the northbound side of the bridge that crosses the Schuylkill River, and parked the vehicle on the shoulder.

The man tied a rope to the minivan’s back seat and put the other end around his neck and jumped off the bridge, and after “falling a great distance,” the rope decapitated him. His body and head landed on Barbadoes Island, according to District Attorney Risa Vetri Ferman.

Upper Merion and Norristown police were the first on the scene and saw the man on the railing with a rope around his neck. “Upon arrival of police officers, (Goeke) jumped off the bridge,” the DA said.

When investigators later went to Goeke’s Belmont Village apartment on Ross Road, they immediately smelled “the odor of death” even before entering the unit, Ferman said. Minutes later, police found a woman’s badly decomposed body under a blanket in the master bedroom.

Investigators determined the dead woman was 42-year-old Michelle Kavenaugh, who lived in the apartment with Goeke. She was naked and lying on her back and had a belt from a cloth robe around her neck, according to authorities.

“It appeared the two were involved in consensual sexual relations,” the DA said. “This appears to be an accidental killing.”

Investigators believe the homicide inside the Belmont Village Apartments unit occurred within the past week.

Goeke left behind a signed suicide note on a computer table in the residence’s living room that read: “I’m sorry. It was an accident. It was too late to save her. I’m going to join her now. I’m sorry.”

“He was so devastated, he took his own life,” Ferman said. “Clearly, this is a tragedy all the way around.”

An autopsy performed Sunday concluded Kavenaugh’s death was caused by ligature strangulation.

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Worth bragging about

I am surrounded by many, many wonderful friends and volunteers.

Today my man and I ran Member Orientation and another dozen people, were processed through as members of Libido Lounge. A half dozen men and a half dozen women. Sweet.


That RC is always at my side, and so lovingly, well it is just a dream come true. His efforts to assist me with my work load, are so appreciated. With out him, much of what I do would go unaccomplished or be half complete. I love him dearly.

After Orientation there was an hour long break so we could set-up for Exploratorium. Half of the new members from orientation stayed on for the next event, and another eleven joined them, making the head count of attendees seventeen. Add in eleven volunteers, plus myself and you have twenty nine people. Everyone sampled our booths, and everyone was laughing, exploring, pushing their boundaries, facing fears, learning new techniques and meeting new people. The event had such a great turn-out, despite the weather being so cold and the yucky snow.

It took eleven volunteers to make Exploratorium happen. Each arrived on time and shared their skill sets and enthusiasm with all. That I can count on these friends monthly for this awesome event is huge, they are the back bone of the Lounge, the glue, they are all members themselves and share my passion for Libido Lounge and sex positivity.

I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart. Know that each attendee today who sampled your booth and it's offerings entrusted you with themselves and this happened because I trust you. You have earned my respect, trust and admiration and freely it is yours.


Some of you I love, and all of you I admire. I am honored to call you all my friends and blessed that you gift the Lounge with your time.