Welcome to Rome

My flight touched down at 4pm on the dot, but it was an hour before I left the airport. It was not an immigration or customs issue as you might suspect. Just the amount of time it took to get off the plane, locate my bag & exchange some cash. Actually I never encountered immigration at all, which kinda concerns me. Beyond the fact that I like all the stamps in my passport, when I depart won't they be curious to know why there's no indication of my arrival or visa? I could stay here for the next decade or when I leave in ten days I could be accused of having overstayed my nonexistent visa.

I navigated public transit and utilized my iphone's gps walking directions. SO AWESOME. All on its own it figures out where the hell I am and how to get wherever I wanna be. Used it thrice today. We had dinner at Costanza and utterly randomly ran into a middle school friend of A's. Dinner was superb...the house antipasto consisted of some kind of hot chopped liver/pate, a super firm and rich greek yogurt, delicately fried zucchini blossoms stuffed with cheese & anchovies. Bizzare combination but each dish was just amazing. A had some kind of crepe & I had gnocchi. Afterward we wandered around with her new/old friend and her husband. Through Campo dei Fiori, the Pantheon and tons of curvy cobbled streets in search of their favorite gelato joint.

Overall a perfect relaxed intro to Rome. The apt we rented is really lovely. The elevator is intricately wrought iron. Pix to follow.

Hooray for wifi in airports!

I'm sitting in JFK waiting for my flight to Paris which will lead to my flight to Rome. I'm not sure if I could imagine a better birthday than today. I woke up crazy early for a vanilla job interview and...I GOT THE GIG! It isn't exactly what I wanted but it is only a smidgen away and if you couldn't tell, I'm really excited about it! Ecstatic is really a more apt term. I think I will be really happy in my new position and even if somehow I'm not, it seems to have tremendous stepping stone potential. Life is really really good. I spent the afternoon and early evening with Rob. He brought me a bouquet of incredibly colored roses. Each one seems to have a really subtle gradation of color ranging from pale yellow at the petal's base through peach to end in a vibrant orange at the tip. They're stunning, However I doubt they'll still be alive by the time I return. It is of course the thought that counts. We've been together a year and this is the first time he's given me flowers. I hate that I'm not going to get to watch them fully open. Don't think I'm not grateful, because I really am, but I was surprised that he didn't know that I prefer exotics. I've always felt roses were a lazy choice, however this set were so beautiful, I may need to rethink that. We had dinner at Blue Ribbon a favorite for both of us that we've never enjoyed together. Oysters! Plump juicy exploding in my mouth west coast oysters followed by their always delectable bone marrow appetizer, pierogies (which I had never had. There, I mean. I love Odessa's pierogies, but Blue Ribbon's are on another plane altogether...most perfect dough encasing EVER!). I had the skate (one day I swear I'll order a different main course there). I'm so god damn happy. Headed off to Italy now.
Ciao!

This might be more for me than you

These are the Thailand stories I don't want to forget. Just an outline, a line to spark my memory, maybe I'll flesh them out on here, maybe I won't. If I don't, feel free to ask me for whichever one interests you the next time you see me.

• toilet humor


• scooter rental results in veggie festival & The Roadrash Rooster


• tiger temple


• Jimmy Birdland Books


• Elephant Sanctuary


• Sang Som & redbull


• Muay Thai


• tiny squid moustaches and other adventures in thai english


• why we hated Laos


• speed boat down the meekong


• the flat tire!


• Yak Sant at Wat Bang Phra


• handsome sandwiches & laundry


• beverages by the bucket


• fireworks available at a convenience store near you


• thai iced tea guy

Travel Blogging

Flipping through my photos from Thailand on iphoto last night I came to really regret not having kept up the blog while I was traveling. SO MANY great stories that I'll probably never get around to writing (typing?) down. Now that I know this regret, I'm committing to myself (and you loyal readers) to shoot off a blog entry (however brief) everyday that I'm in Italy. So that you might know what a Thailand travel blog from me might have looked like, I'm going to reprint the email I sent shortly after arriving to let those close to me know I had arrived and what had happened thus far.

Highlights thus far:
Night1: pink taxicab from the airport, tried to charge me 5 baht to smoke in the cab

being wide awake at 3 am looking for a bar when they close at 1 or 2am...end up at a nightclub named "Spicy's" open till 6am, every foreigner we chat with is shocked that we ended up in the hottest underground club on our first night!

drinking ice-cold $6 heinekens and piss warm $7 shots of Jaeger with Michael from Denmark who apropos of nothing starts worshipping my feet right in the club!

Day2: start the day by getting my legs waxed for about $12 we take the skytrain to the weekend market at MoChit. Rob gets $18 Adidas (after I bargain down from $24!) and is thrilled out of his skull. I buy a $6 leather purse to carry while I'm here. One of the zippers has already broken. we hit the mega mall MBK where we get pulled aside by cops who want me to pay a $70 ticket for throwing a cigarette butt on the sidewalk (next to a few others mind you!) I manage to talk my way out of paying the fine. Rob will not let me live it down.

we come back to the hotel & I leave him in the room to go get a massage & mani-pedi. Tell him I'll be back in a couple of hours. Get a kickass "oil massage" for $9. Attempt to get a mani pedi for $14. these chicks are clueless, takes an hour & a half just to do my toes with TWO women working on it. I end up walking out without mani. get back to hotel, rob says "I don't know whether to hug you or punch you, I was so worried."

Walking around town people stare at both of us (I was wondering if it was just our size, we are two pretty big people, but it isn't...), comments so far are about my hair "sooooo beautiful, I touch? color...WOW!" Rob's tattoos are very popular but amazingly enough it is his uber trimmed faceframe/goatee that excites the thais. Men have asked to touch it and how long it took to grow.

We head to patpong the redlight district, hit pingpong show, unfortunately the chick who can write with her vagina is out today but we see ping pong balls, shooting bananas, 50 feet of ribbon, sealed coke bottles get opened, cigarette smoking, a string with razors, another string with needles, flower garlands, darts and probably a few other things shot or pulled from vaginas. It was fun at first but actually got boring. we then were accosted while walking down the street constantly with "pussy!, SUPER PUSSY!"

we bought a tazer on the street. just because we could.

End up eating dinner in the gay district, admiring ladyboys, encounter our first two elephants on the street (but we don't pay to feed, ride or pet them, as we don't condone the abuse, we're gonna go to the santuary later on!)

end up taking a tuk-tuk (crazy scooter taxi) back to the hood.

observations: there is a 7-11 on literally EVERY corner. Bargaining is required, most purchase prices come down by half. burning cash faster than I planned, but I knew bangkok would be more expensive.

A not so subtle suggestion for my bday!

I'm so happy to be back in NYC! While I still haven't finished moving my belongings back into my apt, it definitely has begun to feel like home.

I've been making myself available on niteflirt and it has been so wonderful to reconnect with my clients (a couple I hadn't spoken with in several years!!).

As MY BIRTHDAY is coming up, it is time for the annual "Go buy something from My Wishlist" directive.

There's an actual Amazon Kindle Reader on my wishlist, however a few weeks ago I downloaded the kindle app for my iphone. I still really want the real thing, but the app has been pretty amazing. I never thought ebooks would work for me. I've been a bookworm since childhood, reading has always been a tactile experience. However...I LOVE IT! I've read four novels in quick succession that I had no desire to pay hardcover prices for (new release hardcovers are typically $25 or more, while most kindle books are only $10). I carried nothing additional. Ugh! do you know how a hardcover can weigh down a purse?!?!?! To say nothing of not having to worry about losing the actual book (or my place in it!). While I can only recall this having happened a few times over the course of my life, in February I lost two separate books that I was in the midst of deeply enjoying.

In other random exciting news, I'm planning a trip to Italy immediately following my birthday! An opportunity arose and while it may not be my most practical decision, I'm a big believer in "if not now, when?" I'm really excited about it. I think you should be excited too! Wow are there penalties somewhere for using the same word 3x in one paragraph?

I'm Baaaaaaaaack!

I've returned from Thailand. I loved it there. So much so that I really didn't want to come back. But...here I am. Eventually I'll get around to posting photos, just know that the Elephant Nature Park is truly a slice of heaven on earth. I'm in Manhattan until further notice, so my session availability is relatively open. My site will be back up shortly. Let's play!

In case you were wondering...

I'm not only alive, but pretty happy these days. I guess I'm currently retired. I'm only in the city on Mondays and as much as I love to play, more often than not I find myself turning down sessions (even with my beloved regulars, so don't be offended, it's really not personal). I'm still out on the East End of Long Island through the Fall. THEN the dream trip to Asia will finally happen. Afterward, I'll be moving back to NYC, so sessions will probably resume in early 2009. Be patient. Isn't serving me worth the wait?

Life out here has finally fallen into place. I've made friends, I'm still a workaholic, but things make much more sense these days. So...this blog may get resumed, but there won't be any sexy BDSM stories for awhile. I've got some great drunk people in the bar ones though.

Four Months Later...

So...um...I kinda lied in my last post. Not entirely, as I hadn't made a decision yet, but I no longer live in Manhattan. I now live full-time in a tiny town in the Hamptons. For reasons that I couldn't completely explain even if I wanted to, I canceled my dream trip to Asia in order to manage a bar in a small, primarily seasonal, town.

It seemed to make sense at the time. This new job was just something I wanted to do. I planned the Asia trip craving new stimulus and a change of scenery and I got those things, just not at all in the package I expected.

In some ways, every day feels like a role play scenario where I'm cast as the tough bar manager chick. But then this whole business seems entirely natural to me.

It is weird to be "in the closet." In NYC everyone who knows me, knows who I am and what I do in terms of being a Domme, however here, NO ONE knows who I really am, but since it is a small town EVERYONE knows who I hung out with last night, where I work and what my name is.

I finally found a play partner and though he is a novice, his interest is sincere and he suffers beautifully for me.

The Flood After the Drought

So...I'm still out in the Hamptons. I kinda like it here. My trip to Asia is indefinately postponed. Don't be sad, I'm not. I needed a change of scenery and new stimulus and I have absolutely found all of the above (AND I'm still available for sessions twice a month!).

The last time I was in the city, I had a spectacular scene with a regular client. It wasn't that we did anything that I hadn't done before, but perhaps it was the several weeks that had passed since my last playtime. After some very intense foot worship and humiliation, we moved onto anal play. My newest strap-on is HUGE! It hangs three quarters of the way down my thigh.

I looked out the window and said...

"WOW! Main Street looks like a river!" And quickly realized that if there was over two feet of water in the street, HOW MUCH WATER WAS INSIDE THE BUILDING?? I guess this would be a good time to break the news to you, my loyal readers, I'm no longer working as a nanny or personal assistant. I am now (quite suddenly and surprisingly) a bar & restaurant manager! At least for the summer, as my plans for the fall are NOT subject to change. So, back to THE FLOOD.

Small Town Living

As a NYC native, I've never understood the appeal of "small town life." And though travel is my passion, I've always been happy to come home and felt that no place else could possibly qualify as "home." Well, that's starting to change! I'm not ready to leave NYC for good, but I'll be out on the East end through the summer.

I had the most amazing experience! Of the gadzillion things I'm responsible for, last week, one of them was filling out the paperwork to apply for permission to place tables outside of a cafe. When I had some questions about the form and called the "for assistance" number I ended up in the office of the Mayor with his secretary helping me fill out the form. You think Bloomberg's secretary can help you get a permit application filled out? AND I also had an experience where I witnessed a fight outside of a bar and called 911. In my life I've probably called 911 about a dozen times before, every time in NYC. Calling in a small town is a whole other experience. I told her where I was and what I'd seen. Her response? "No problem honey, you just hang out over there and I'll send one of the boys right over." Um, hello? I've practically had to beg for a police response on Avenue A in the middle of the night. And yes, the constable (not kidding) was there is less than five.

Not in the City

For some reason I am unable to get into the code of my site right now, so I'm going to use the blog to announce:
I AM IN THE HAMPTONS THROUGH THE END OF JULY. I WILL CONSIDER SESSION REQUESTS OUT HERE, BUT REALIZE THERE'S NO DUNGEON, JUST ME. OUTCALLS ONLY. EMAIL ME TO INQUIRE

So...I'm OK! The calls I received from clients and friends who I scared with my last post were actually quite sweet.

I went skydiving a few weeks ago to celebrate Sade's birthday and it was one of the most beautiful, awe-inspiring and exhilarating things I've ever done. At some point in the future I'll complain about the fact that the harnesses are not designed for people of my size and shape, as I was the only person in our party of 9 to walk away with black and blues all over my thighs. But honestly I'm still THRILLED with the experience and deeply grateful to their staff member I jumped with (it was a tandem). He was really astonishingly nice and reassuringly confident and vocal about the entire process. Not that I needed much reassuring because I was SO MUCH more excited about the whole experience than scared. There was only one moment when I felt something akin to fear: just before we jumped out of a perfectly good airplane. But it was fleeting, as next thing I knew we were in free-fall and all of my faculties needed to be focused on remembering how to breathe. Then he let loose the parachute, and the straps snapped tight against my inner thighs and I was in pain, but so into what I was viewing, it really didn't matter. (what you thought I could dish it out but not handle a bit myself?)

Next order of business is that the boyfriend and I are no longer together. It boiled down to a difference in fundamental values, beliefs and worldview. However, I think we may actually remain friends. He really was the best bf I've ever had, we're just not right for eachother. This may be my most adult and mature breakup ever.