I had to post this other picture because I love it so much! I’m even giving it to you in full size (that I got it in). I’m also very happy to announce that you can purchase the video once again! Here, here, here, and here! Yes they all lead to the same page, but I’m excited!!! It’s not re-done or anything it’s the same video with a new cover and insert. And because I need to sell the DVD in order to make Naked Video 2 or whatever I want to call it, I am going to mention it ALOT!

You can always order it by clicking on the link on the right side bar in my naked stuff. Please buy it rom Classic Video. Don’t think it would be better to directly pay me. Just pay The Classic Video.

Thanks to The Classic Theater, I’m now back on track!

How can you not want to buy the video after seeing this picture?

I love white sheets. The look so good on the bed and make me look even better. Jizz is not as noticeable on white sheets. You would think it would stain the sheets but it’s already white. Men probably know this but when I’m in someone’s bed, and if it’s a male, I’d say about 60 no 75% of the time the sheets are dark. Especially guys who like metal. Now I know black is very important in a metal head’s wardrobe and you guys look fantastic and really tasty especially with long hair and combat boots! But you don’t have to go as far as sheets. White is the perfect sheet color. I’ll do the laundry (luckily I like to clean and we all know that right?) just please buy white sheets. They are sexy and make me look good. I like the way they smell after about a week of two people fucking on them. I like laying on the wet spot placing it right below my belly button and right above my pubic hair-line (if I had one). But it has to be on white sheets. I feel pure plunging into them at night and dirty fucking on them in the morning. There really is nothing better than white sheets.

Anthony, the pictures are beautiful! See aren’t they?

PJ you are a genius! Finally someone more fucked up and desperate than me! Thank god I thought I was going crazy. Not only am I going to fuck your brains out PJ, but I’m going to film it too! Actually, no I won’t film it. I think it may be weird for you and you might pull the same “I’m too fat,” one on me as all my females do when I ask if I can fuck them on film.

Again genius is also finding typo’s in published books and magazines. It happens so much and it freaks me out because I second guess my own grammatical knowledge. This blog no doubt is filled with typos and bad sentence structure but it’s not published. Not like the published zine I was reading the other day. Hellraiser Homemaker #1: The Gonzo Domestic Survival Guide is a gas to read but the typos are as frequent as farts from a fat man on a bean diet. Nobody should ever go on a bean diet. If you can’t shit go get an enema from CVS and have at it. I did a double take on their word “appiphony” and went to dictionary.com to check if I spelled epiphany wrong in a blog post. I didn’t. I wonder who did their editing? Maybe they will publish my blog? I’m not saying anything is wrong with the content. It’s funny and clever in ideas and crafts but don’t worry if you don’t know what that word means, you are fine and not stupid as I thought I was.

Smart people make mistakes. Genius’ can’t spell. The book I’m reading right now by Jimmy McDonough is a fantastic take on Russ Meyer. Big Bosoms and Square Jaws is amazing, soaking me up into the life of my favorite pornographer of all time. But McDonough made a mistake and misquoted a source. He had to. I spent all day thinking about it. He quotes an interviewer as saying “He’d be a psychoanalyst’s dream. Sort of like Tony Soprano going to Dr Melphi.” The interviewer conducted a series of interviews in 1990.

I don’t know why this bothers me. It’s not even a huge mistake. But the man couldn’t have made the quote in 1990 because the Sporano’s didn’t start until 1999. It may have not been a mistake he may have conducted the interviews over a period of 10 years. But the author doesn’t say that he specifically said 1990 not plural. I read another biography by Jimmy MsDonough called The Ghastly One: The Sex-Gore Netherworld of Filmmaker Andy Milligan and I loved it. I put McDonough in the perfect world of genius men that the EP and my father reside in. They can never make mistakes in their profession. My father is the best father that could ever have lived and he was equally as good at his job. The EP is the most important man I’ve ever met and his writing makes my womb quiver. Tons of men fill this spot but for space purposes I only write about those two and McDonough. He’s still there but I wish I could call him to explain. I’m sure even if it is mistake, he will have a very good explanation.

What am I going to read next? Red Eye, Black Eye looks good. We are at war and I don’t know why. It’s ironic that I read the fist 16 pages of Red Eye, Black Eye, which is a graphic novel following K. Thor Jenson after the catastrophe and personal tragedies, because the war is on the news. I’m sure it’s always on the news which is why I never watch network television (another reason why is what they just showed, a four year old girl in her Sunday best looking up into the camera and saying “my daddy is a hero, but he’s died now.”) Katie Couric is talking to some news lady, Kimberly Dosure (?) who was badly injured in a car bombing in Iraq and her camera man James and sound technician Paul were killed. A few soldiers were killed too. The show is about survivor guilt and it’s just terrible that people have to go through this. As bad as Bush is I’ll bet he can’t sleep at night. At least I hope he can’t

Update: I wrote this before you called PJ.

I’m in the city waiting for the EP to call and tell me it’s OK to stop by the office and pick up my packages. At the end of the day I will have ridden in 5 trains and a bus. It’s so fucking hot out I almost skipped the trip all together. I took a cold shower picked up the adapter–yeah new pictures tonight–and ate some cookies with one of those monster energy drinks. Now I’m waiting. I forgot how much walking I do in the city. I actually never did any walking I just rode my bike. I now believe that walking burns more calories than biking does. How could I cover so many miles on a bike and not get as hot as I did just now walking 1 mile?

So yeah, yesterday’s post was a bummer. I just posted it but I wrote it yesterday. Sleeping on my admission that I live with my mommy and daddy was the intention of waiting. It’s not an easy thing to admit. I can and will say I had little choice in the matter. It was sleep with my landlord or get out and go home. I’m not a hooker and if I was he wouldn’t have been a customer. Not because he was ugly, I just don’t believe it would be a good thing to do sleep with the landlord in lieu of rent. For whatever reason I find myself in the situation I am in doesn’t matter now. I must get out of it and fast. I love my parents but they are all over me. Constantly asking questions and never satisfied with the answer. I’m on the computer too much, I sleep too much, my writing is sleezy, and why can’t I get a reputable writing job?

In the post below I talk about being afraid of getting a job and it’s very true. I’m not in control at a job and I am always going to think that today is going to be the day they fire me. I’ve been laid off so much-not because of me but because of cost cutting I’m beginning to believe it’s not worth it anymore. What is the point of getting a job putting all that effort into it and getting fired right after I’ve been granted vacation and insurance? It’s not worth it. Even though I sound down about this, I’m not really. I have a roof over my head and I’m still writing. I could be in bed all day long if I were to let this get to me more than it does.

I just don’t want to be the melancholy and naked blogger. How can I be upset with these tits?

New pictures will be up later tonight. I just got a bunch and can’t wait to show them off. J from Fla, I got your package! How wonderful it is to get mail from you! I love the pictures and the video is just amazing. I can add it to my Christy Canyon collection. I should build a shrine. You are the best!

So remind me when I make my next video to film me with the shower massager. Talk about explosive orgasm! My poor parents would have though I died in the shower if I let out that scream. Instead I growled and let out a huge puff of air. Now to me that’s not pretty to you I’m sure it would be so I’ll have to tape it.

I’ve been very unhappy lately. I live with my parents that’s why. And as much as I try to keep that a secret I can’t because it is my everyday. I don’t want you to know that I can’t come up with enough money to get my own place. I don’t want you to know that I’m broken because even if I hate them I can’t keep a job. I had a dream that Tom Coliccho from Top Chef hired me to be a sales girl in his upscale dress shop in Las Vegas on my looks only. When I went to start the job he smiled when he saw me then started to train me and was pissed that I was so horrible that he fired me on the spot. I woke up in a sweat thanking god that it was just a dream only to fall back to sleep and be on Tom’s new reality show where all these girls including me played some crazy game and pretended not to speak English when these high rollers asked questions. I dreamed that I was late because some fat lady told me to give me her jewelry so she could lock it in a safe. Then some bitch was wearing my ring and I went nutso on her and I was fired without my ring. I woke up crying that time only to be happy I was wearing my ring. Yes I have an issue getting a job.

But I’m more sick of having this blog be a downer and as many times as I’ve said this before–NO MORE! All I end up doing is trashing my friends because they piss me off. And they do but I piss them off too. I bring it to your attention so I can get the attention I want from you and feel better about myself. What happened to all the blogs recapping porn? It takes a lot out of me but I should do it. What happened to the endless ass kissing of those who grant me interviews? Life I guess but I don’t need you to be so close in fact I’m banning it from now on. If you hear me talking about how so and so screwed me or that I’m sad please remind me of this post. You don’t need to know any of that any more than I need to dwell on it.

I am my own misery and in order to stop I need to at least give you all a sense of my success even if it isn’t true. No I can’t afford to go to New York, and I can’t afford to go to LA let alone move there. I would like to say thanks to all the people who called me up and told me to hurry up and send my pictures in so they could cast me in that movie I’d be perfect in. Yeah that was weeks ago, what the fuck was the rush!?

So forget I said all the above. I live in a mansion with my three house boys that I keep between my legs and I have absolutely not gained any weight from eating cookies. I’m fine, I’m better than fine, I’m fabulous and lets not forget–here to get naked for you.

It’s supposedly bad to have oral sex. I would rather die than not suck cock or lick pussy. If what they say is true about HPV being transmitted orally and possibly causing tonsil and tongue cancer, then you can get it from kissing too. I wonder if all this fuss is because men can now get cancer from a once woman only threat. Makes sense and as bad as that is it might actually mean that more funding will go into finding more preventable vaccines and a possible cure for HPV. Because cervical cancer is really just a punishment for stealing apples.

Relax, oral cancer is only linked to mouth to genital contact and can also be linked to mouth to mouth contact-yes that means kissing. So we know smoking might kill you and sunbathing might kill you and now oral sex and kissing might kill you. There really isn’t much proof of any of this and if you want to read more go here, here, here, and here.

I got this tidbit from Violet Blue who along with Rachel Kramer Bussel and Anna Biller is my idol. She’s pretty, smart and knows tons of great info on sex. And she lives in San Francisco! I spent way too much time reading all the links she has on this post regarding a crazy lady who has been bothering, it seems, everyone. I love crazy! It’s so much fun and is what makes reality television so worthwhile. I used to think that I wrote really long boring blogs but then I read this lady’s blog and felt much better. It took me 20 minutes to read the whole thing and I’m a fast reader so that is far too much time. But I felt for her and her poor scarred face and I wanted the evil doctor to get what he deserved. There is too much injustice in the world and it makes me feel like a whiny spoiled child when I complain. But I will not stop complaining just because I want to seem grateful that I am alive.

Oh and I too had a huge crush on Kristy McNichol and if you read enough of this guys blog you will love it as much as I did. Very funny liar, liar pants on fire!

I used to take these pictures for this guy who liked me to pose naked in public and look embarrassed. I have been meaning to do that at night in the suburbs where I’m staying. Tonight was the night but I didn’t have anyone to take the pictures so I decided to set it up with a tripod and the timer on the camera. This turned out to be extremely easy and fun. I did some normal poses at what looks like a bar covering my breasts then my pussy. Then for fun I did some seductive poses on the bar stools. I should have gotten on top of the bar but there is a large amount of liquor and would have taken too long to remove all of it and then put it back. Next, I posed by a parked car pretending I was locked out. The hood of the car looked good and I’ve always wanted to pose on a car like those posters from the 70s and 80s. I wanted to be that chick. So I had 12 seconds from the time I pushed the button to the time the picture snapped. Plenty of time for me to jump on the car and pose. The pictures look really good. Next I went to the back yard and posed on the patio, crouched behind a bush hid behind a tree and stood between a pine tree and a house. I was naked throughout. I ended it all in the bathroom. Everyone seems to have a picture of themselves on a toilet. Why is that hot? Girls on toilets is the last thing I can think of that turns me on.

I put my clothes on quickly and got ready to download all my new pictures and I forgot the adapter! That’s it! I’m done! Sometime I think I forget things on purpose just to fuck with myself. Like my subconscious is having a good laugh right now. No more taking pictures myself any more. I will be getting the adapter on Tuesday so until then I will be posting pictures from the other embarrassed nude photos I took earlier this year.

This photo was taken right before I got fucked at Fangoria.

I got the use of a car today and I drove to the place I was yesterday when I asked the two men for two dollars. I was going to give them five back for their trouble and as a thanks. They weren’t there. I waited a bit to see if they had just taken a break.  I waited the equivalent of 2 cigarettes–about 20 minutes. They never came. I felt horrible but knew if I left cash in an envelope addressed to “the roof guys” I’m sure somebody else would take it. There goes my attempt to pay them back. Is it the thought that counts since these men will never know I tried? I would have felt better if I was able to give the money back. I guess most people wouldn’t have even tried so there must be something to my effort. Either way I learned my lesson to never spend my train money on cigarettes no matter what money was promised to me the next day. Might be best to just by a round trip ticket.

Another decision I made today is not to work as a model for time for print anymore. I want to get paid. I’m nude, I do what my photographer wants me to do so therefore I want to get paid. The last photos I posed for my ass was high in the air. I want to get paid for that from now on. I have always maintained that my pussy pics are not for free and that you need to buy them and I am sticking to that and applying it to photographers as well. There are plenty that will do it and I want to work with them.

The Skinterview with Monique Dupree went up today. You can find it here. She was a delight to interview and I love how we compliment each other back and forth. I always tell her how hot she is and she tells me how cool I am. It’s a lovely relationship. I hope when I go to NYC I get to spend some time with her. I really would love to talk to her in person. Plus she promised me a boobie squeezing picture. So you know I can’t wait.

Monique, you are truly the most amazing sexy chocolate scream queen there is. I hope we see you in much more in the future. It would be a shame to waste such an incredible body on small roles. Those tits need to be on screen as much as possible. Love you baby!

Once when I was 18 I spent an afternoon with my boyfriend down town begging for money. We told people we were downtown for a field trip for school and our bus left us so we needed money to take a train home. Together we came up with $50 which he took and bought a bunch of booze with. I’m sure he spent the rest of the money on something for himself. I don’t remember, I only remember him chasing me around with a crobar after I told his girlfriend he was fucking me. It was the first time I called the cops on a guy, and the last. I’m not a magnet for abusive men. I do believe that women who are abused were abused by someone while growing up and attract that certain element.

This next part is funny and sad at the same time. I live in two places at once. Each are 50 miles away from the other. When I have my checks sent to an address I never know which one to use. I’m opening a PO box now. I get mail every day. So, my check is 50 miles away. I was also supposed to do a photography job Tuesday and I was to be paid in cash. I only had so much money on me and I decided that since I was getting money I could spend the rest of what I had on cigarettes and cookies. And guess what happened? the photo job feel through. So I’m stranded with no cash and all I need is $5 to get to the check at the other place I live. I managed to find a train pass but I still needed $2 to get to the train or else I would have to lug a suitcase, a laptop and my purse 4 miles to the station. So what did I do? I asked the guys working on the roof if they had any change. Talk about embarassing! They didn’t really speak English but were able to give me 2 bucks.

Now I’m home and have money, not much as I have to pay my bills but I can get around at least. I’ve never written anything so embarrassing before. I don’t feel as if I begged for money but it was like panhandling and I wish I could give it back to them but I’m too far away. Thank god those guys were there yesterday. I don’t know what I would have done.

If you are wondering why I didn’t call a friend it’s because I’m fighting with most of my friends. I don’t think that people agree with what I am doing. As I said in last week’s newsletter, people think that I’m in a seedy and scary business. That I am surrounded by thugs and perverts. I was told the other day that all the photographers that I work with are just posing as photographers. That they just want to fuck me. At first I thought my friend was just being over protective but then he asked me if I fucked them. I don’t fuck my photographers and I check their references. I don’t know why my friends feel this way-they are most likely scared. I do know that they don’t read my blog so they wouldn’t know what I am doing. This is what I do now, writing, modeling and blogging. My so-called best friends don’t read the blog and most of the time don’t read my interviews. People think that this is just some phase and hope that some day I will get smart and get a real job and meet a nice husband. Fuck that!

What part do you think is missing?

My interview with Scott Phillips is up. He was a fun interview. Very talented and he impressed me with his intelligence and sense of humor. I had to do an email interview with him and I really don’t like to do email interviews. They are less personal and it’s hard to maintain a conversational flow. But Scott seemed to get what I was looking for. He could see where I was going with my questions and he was able to make the interview sound less mechanical and more natural as if we were sitting across each other talking. So read the interview and go buy his book Unsafe on Any Screen and his movie Stink Of Flesh. I highly recommend both.

I took the bus last night to go over to a friends house. I like the bus but hate it at the same time. When I’m in a hurry I hate it but when I’m not I like it unless….Last night on the bus ride to my friends house a guy got on who smelled pretty bad and proceeded to get on the phone and talk really loud. Now I hate people who talk really loudly on their phones. Why do they think we want to hear their conversation? I’m really glad this dude has a friend considering the way he smells but I don’t need proof! And he was gossiping! What the fuck do I care if his other friend didn’t show up and lied about why. I wasn’t eaves dropping the whole bus could hear and share this tidbit of privileged information too. I kept trying to get the courage to tell him to shut up but what place is it of mine to say that to him? It’s a free country and there is no reason why he can’t talk on the phone loudly. We weren’t in a library we were on a bus. But it drives me crazy to hear people on the phone. And I was trying to read too! I really think talking on the phone in public is obnoxious but I have been one to do that myself. Especially in malls. I talk on the phone while shopping. It’s one of the time is really like to talk on the phone. And it is obnoxious I admit. But I don’t like to shop with anyone but having them on the phone is fun. So I’m being a bit hypocritical but really people in the mall are not stuck having to hear my conversation like people on a bus are. I had to sit and listen to him babble and smell him for 12 blocks.

On the way home about a mile from my house some woman farted! I don’t have to tell you how yucky that was. In fact I don’t need to dedicate a paragraph to that awful memory. Just know it was like being stuck on a moving port-a-potty.

About 10 minutes ago I got a call from Zoe Britton. I have a crush on her and when a girl like that calls you, well, you know. I got all hyper and stumbled over my words. The call wasfrom from a private number so there is no chance that I could add her to my phone book. Yet even if she was there I would be too shy to call. I’m transcribing my Christy Canyon/Ginger Lynn radio appearance and as Christy reminded me, I have her home and cell number but I never called her once. Partially because I like email better and mostly I am too nervous and likely would forget the purpose of the call. So as I melted at the sound of Zoe Britton on the phone I told her I would be emailing her questions to which she said was best for her. I made her happy thankfully. So now my Peach DVD story is almost complete. This is weird but I saved Sabrina Rose’s voice mail for a week and let my friends listen to her tell me she was looking forward to the interview. None of my friends get calls from a playboy bunny telling them she can’t wait for their call back. Kind of weird but I’m weird. I didn’t masturbate to her message or anything. In fact my excitement about Zoe Britton is half crush half story related. I like the Peach DVD article. It’s a very interesting concept of having strip tease vignettes that you can download to your cell phone and watch in a boring meeting. I can imagine the president watches them during meetings with foreign leaders pretending he is reading a translator.

Back to transcribing Night Calls. I love remembering the fun I had that day. How Christy and Ginger fawned over my breasts and how ginger sucked on them and I sucked on Christy’s. What a great afternoon!

This picture was taken that same day.

It’s Sunday and Dreamscape is on. This movie not only has a cool plot and good actors–Holy Shit George Wendt I forgot he was in this! But the soundtrack was completely composed on a Casio VL-Tone. I had one of those so I know it was! Denis Quaid still screws up the word this by pronouncing it thes in the beginning of the movie. I notice it every time. It’s a brilliant movie and I wish it were real. Kate Capshaw is adorable even with the bad hair. She had the perm that I didn’t want but it suited her. And poor George Wendt dies. The fun thing about movies like this from the eighties is that they had a grasp on psychic ability and made it important enough that even the government could get in on the fun. The idea that someone could assassinate the president in his dream is absurd. That anyone would take this idea seriously is also absurd. But it’s the movies and it’s fantasy. What fun would it be if we were to be realistic and have no psychic dreamscaping?

Now Fatal Instinct is coming on! I tell ya, Sunday movies are the best. And Saturday night too lets not forget. Ghost in a Teeny Bikini was on Cinnemax. I was just talking to Fred Olen Ray about that movie. But I don’t have Cinnemax and I own Ghost in a Teeny Bikini so I don’t need to watch. I watched Boxing Helena instead. Sherilyn Fenn is a goddess and the only reason to watch that movie. She had the perm I wanted but was never able to get. I copied her hair from Twin Peaks but the front always straightened on me. The script for Boxing Helena was a joke. I wanted better from David Lynch’s daughter. Bill Paxton is in it, he plays an abusive playboy and it is hinted that he has money and “connections”. Ridiculous and laughable words come out of his mouth during the first fight he and Helena have where she tells him he’s boring her and to get out. Bill Paxton to me is the opposite of a macho bad boy and his insult “check please!” made me giggle. I think he did too. Julian Sands’ performance was embarrassing. Helena learns to love her Nicky even though he cut her legs and arms off? To have it all end up a dream was pathetic and if we didn’t get to see Fennboobs I would have thrown the TV out the window. Luckily, Kim Bassinger pulled out of the movie and Sherilyn Fenn was cast. I don’t think Kim could have kept an audience in the theater the way Sherilyn could. Kim Bassinger is beautiful but something tells me she wouldn’t have pulled it off. Maybe they should have tried to make the film a comedy. Then the script would have been believable. Fatal Instinct is funny but the jokes get boring and Sherilyn isn’t on screen enough, But Sean Young is fun to look at. I saw her on Howard Stern once and he asked her is she had a lot of pubic hair and she blushed and said yes. Howard went on about how he bets she’s like a jungle down there and she blushed some more. I fell for her then and have always wanted to bury my face in the jungle between her legs.

I’m about to call a friend of mine who I was supposed to call over a week ago. She’s pretty and I want her in my next video but she thinks she’s to fat and wants to practice. The EP is insisting that I call her and mess up his bed with lesbo love but I’m afraid I’ve waited too long. Plus Sherilyn Fenn, a cyber friend and a phone call yesterday got me to bring out my vibrator and wear the batteries down. I need a camera so I can capture all this on film and send it out to you guys. I’m worried that a DV camera wont give me the quality I had with the other film. Everyone loves how clear and well lit the picture is.

Sunday’s are my web surfing days and this weekend I found a few. Jason Curious is a fun site but not fun if you are homophobic. It features all types of stuff straight porn, homo porn and tranny porn. I found it when I clicked on a link in an article about the gay porn star killing a producer. I still don’t know what happened there. But Jason’s site was fun to play with. Most of you don’t want to go there but there are girls so if you can handle seeing a few pictures of men sucking on penis’ check it out.

I also found the perfect ice cream called Americone Dream. Vanilla ice cream with caramel swirls and chocolate covered waffel come pieces made my dreams come true. There was one more in the freezer of the liquor store across the street and I’m about to go scoop it up before anyone else. Maybe if I promise to share the chick will forgive me. We’ll see.

I look hot and sweaty here.

Britney Banks gives head in color! Thanks James, you always send me cool shit! Cartoon porn always turned me on. I notice that when the women are drawn they have huge hips, tits and asses. I love watching Heavy Metal. The site of drawn tits and pussy really gets me off for some strange reason. I’d love to say it’s because of the way the artist captures the beauty of the nude female form but I can’t. No it just gets me horny because they are naked. The fact that they are drawn doesn’t make much difference. Maybe I get turned on by the idea of the artist drawing his dream woman but all that is in my head when I see cartoon tits is “yea! titties!”

For a while now the EP has wanted me to get this tattooed on my body somewhere. But, I’m not into tattoos. I used to be, I wanted one for a long time. Then it got really popular to get tattooed and I hate being like everyone else so I gave up on the tattoo idea. The only thing I would consider is something like this (scroll down to movie poster) and since the tattoo takes up her entire chest (and is fake-Reiko Ike has a beautiful chest too by the way) I don’t think I will be going under the needle for it. The movie Female Yakuza is worth a rental or a purchase. The restaurant scene in Kill Bill Vol.I was originally inspired by this movie (or so I heard) only in Female Yakuza all the fighters are women and they are all naked. I had to count tit’s in this one for MrSkin’s new video guide and I actually counted 5 beavers. Showing bush is illegal in Japan but how can you hide it with 30 naked women sword fighting? It’s pretty impossible and very entertaining.

I found a new funny blog. Lozo commented on the Single post a few days ago and I was surprised at his intelligence and witty remarks considering the comment of “single huh? maybe we should do it” . If you want to laugh read Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Blog. I peed myself while reading his Myspace post.

When I sent out the very short newsletter last night and woke up to the responses delight and annoyance filled my head. I’m overjoyed that you all love the pink glistening of my pussy lips but can you please talk to me like a human being? I’m not saying I don’t want dirty letters or that I’m mad that you sent them, but for some reason the sight of my cunt has provoked most of you to write me letters about your dicks swelling. I know how hard you get and yes I want to suck every last one of you off but please don’t stop there. Talk to me I like it. Write things down and tell me about it. I’m not going to suck you off unless I can have a conversation with you too. I usually get nice thoughtful emails that are half filled with naughty stiffness and the other half with getting to know you stuff. I’m surprised by the email I get from some of the most intelligent of you. Lets me know how powerful my pussy is.

I gotta get ready for this chick. She’s supposed to call me for an interview. I’ll tell you how it went later.

“You are the sorriest excuse for a human being,” “You are worthless.” these are things said to Jessica Culter all because she called the woman who set her up on a date with a committee staffer a pimp in her blog. The woman would have laughed and agreed if the blog had not been nationally recognized. I’m jumping on the bandwagon of bloggers discussing the case of Steinbeck v Cutler.

I’m not a political blogger, some may argue that I’m not a writer at all and that I just post nude pictures accompanied by words that get ignored. We all know better. Most that subscribe to me read my posts. And those that don’t eventually do. But this case is close to home for me. I have been thinking about lawsuits against writing lately. If this girl is being sued by a lover for talking about it in her blog what’s next? Honestly I don’t think the guy has a case. He knew about the gossip going around the office about their relationship and participated in it. He may have even heard that she wrote about it in her blog. Until another nationally recognized blog covered the gossip he didn’t seem to mind. Now all of a sudden he cares and says it’s ruining his life that the world knows he like to get spanked? I doubt it. Still I wonder if any of my former lovers will say the same. I never name anyone but people who know me know who I’m writing about. For instance, people know who the EP and the ex are. It’s unavoidable. But by calling them by a different name they can deny the connection.

Yet having your sex life on display and not asking for it is intrusive. I wrote one story and would feel very badly if people figured out who it was about. And they can if the right people read it. It’s like a math equation, just add the years and subtract the boyfriends and you get the answer. Or simply look at the locations-that is my biggest mistake. Covering all the bases is hard and many can get overlooked. But my blog isn’t so popular that it gets recognized nationally. And thankfully, most of the men in my past don’t read my blog or anything else I’ve written. No to them this is just a “little hobby” I have like sewing, it’s not “serious work” like their work. And because of that I do feel a little vindication from making them out to be such idiots–the EP not included.

What’s worse than an angry lover is how this poor girl was called a sorry excuse for a human being by her colleague. What an awful moment in her life. The same goes for the name-calling woman. She would have laughed at the “pimp” comparison had it remained on the smaller, less-read blog. But on a bigger scale the word “pimp” being seen by the larger audience can be misinterpreted. Then again, how far from the truth is it? It isn’t the first time we have heard Washington being described as a brothel.

It just shows how fucked up our government is.

I’m glad I don’t feel the responsibility of having to write about this stuff every day. But I would like to be known as more than just a nude picture sharing blogger. It is what I do. I get naked and write about it. There is much more to me and I guess that when I come across fellow bloggers who don’t feel as comfortable sharing as much and admire me for doing so, I can say that there is this huge part that I don’t share. I’m sure you’d like to know what that is.