San Francisco

I am taking the time to inform everyone, I am with the familia for the holidays. Mmm, I love getting away from San Francisco, because coming home means the familia will take the stage in performing. If being a Domme is one thing, try being an Aunt or a cousin to the lot that I call the familia.

Now, the familia is neurotic, loud, proud and a tight-knit group. It is how I am able to be supported by certain familia members in my Domme profession and pursuing degrees in sexuality.

Tonight, a game shall be played and it is called loteria. It is the most politically incorrect and ever amusing card game. It is like bingo, but with pictures and names of objects. Take a look and see the image for yourself.

There are different cards with more images, one of which is El Negrito or "The Black Guy". The familia plans to play this and I plan to win some money in order to spend it on them later. The one time I am willing to pay to play.

-Winks-

Happy Holidays lovelies.

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Yet, I cannot seem to promise it with the busy schedule I have kept for the last few weeks. In fact, my life here in San Francisco has become more busy in school, work, and friends than ever before. Of course, I have slowed down in the sexual arenas because I cannot schedule enough sexual liaisons on my own schedule. It seems the lovers want their own time and place to enjoy moi. Yet, I cannot and will not change my schedule around for someone who is prone to being late to a date or even to a fuck buddy slot.

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Apologies lovelies but I have been up, down, and all around in the city. In fact, I have not really had too much of a chance to sit down to type up what I have been doing the past few weeks. I will say I have gone to the DeYoung Museum, seen Gavin DeGraw in concert, went to Good Vibrations to look at their new stock of sex toys, got into trouble with the roommate with loud singing in the street and pretending to be her lover on the bus.

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Here is a much late update on what happened a few weeks back. Some of it not be given a lot of words to describe which means nothing worth telling happened or I rather want you to keep itching to ask for more.

Saturday 9/18: Nada or maybe I did do something but I was busy with someone. Hint.
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Sunday 9/19: The two dates I went on with the idiot in the morning and Awkward Guy in the afternoon. I gave you somewhat of the details from the last blog post. I will say I arrived home in time to shower, study and get my ass to bed to meet up with the supervisor the next morning. Though I almost went home with Awkward Guy but decided to go home because the wrath of the supervisor was more than a fuck session would be worth.
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Monday 9/20: I went to see the supervisor to catch up on what was going to happen for the rest of the week and any information on what I should expect.

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Tuesday 9/21: Nothing other than school.

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Today, I went on two dates today and I am bloody tired. My feet are still aching, my thighs hurt and I might get my ass sick again because of the weather. All in all, a great experience considering I got my ass lost to get to the second date after I ditched the first day. Oh, yes, these dates were with two different males, at the same area but a few hours apart. Here is the short version and give the long version later after I finish my second part of NSVG.:'

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All right. I thought I was done with NSVG but like the expression, 'Just when I try to get out, they pull me back in', NSVG (Not So Vanilla Guy) pulled me right the fuck back into getting to know him. How did I start? Well, let me tell you readers:

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Study, study and session. Those two things I have been up to in the past two weeks. I have done two sessions in the past two weeks and which I hope to type down and get up to the Whip and Apple readers. Right now, I have been trying to get by in the last two days of writing and revising papers. I am about finish with summer courses but I only have one week left. A week where I need to turn in a portfolio filled with two revised essays and two cover letters to explain each essay. On top of those two essays, I am to write an essay critiquing Rubin's Love Scale theory and explain what needs to be fixed or even scrapped all together. Once I am done with those two major things, I have to study for my last and final exam in Sexual Behaviors. I need to recall various terms about pornography, marriage, divorce, atypical sexual behavior and anything dealing with sexually transmitted illnesses.

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This week was crazy but it also was not note worthy. I have been busy staring at image of male and female genitalia for my Sexual Behaviors class. ML was kind enough to be the image of the male genitalia and the two of us managed to get off task with my hand around his cock and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Hand jobs are a thing of beauty and not a lot of individuals who I have talked to enjoy giving it, but I do especially when ML returns the favor.

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I was pleasantly surprised by Vanilla Guy because he is not so vanilla after all. Of course, he was the most awkward and blushing male I have met which I adored but the male impressed me beyond my expectations. Let me give you a run down of what happened with as much detail as I could remember but considering I like to keep notes on people, it should not be too hard to retype up the experience.

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Back in San Francisco and it feels good to take in the semi-cold air and not have to sweat my imaginary balls off. What? You never thought you had imaginary balls? I know I do especially when I need them to confront someone or show another to back off of my crotch. I have even said the old, 'Get off of my nuts', which gets a few questionable looks from me especially if I say it in San Francisco. I know I could never pull off dressing in drag and the last time I tried it, my breasts gave me away as a woman. What can I say, my two gals like to show themselves off and hate to be bundled up or even duct taped flat. Hell, I would need a whole roll of duct tape to try and get them as flat as a board to pull off being a man for a few hours. However, I rather not go through the trouble of ripping off my flesh or even my nipples once I try to get the duct tape off of me. Still, just another adventure I have taken in San Francisco.

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August 18th, Day 2 - Talk Dirty British To Me...

The alarm from the roommate woke me up. It did not matter because even with the five hours of sleep I somehow found myself wide awake. Insomnia is a killer to have and I blame it on the change. Change is good and with San Francisco, the BDSM community is bigger and more open to accept this lifestyle Domme. Even now, there are munches (social gatherings) coming around the area for me to visit. For now, I want to explore what is outside my door or in the neighborhood.

April 1st to 28th [228-248] - Death Is Only The Beginning...

I keep forgetting to figure out the days. All I know is that the past four weeks have been up, down, all around and side to side. Good and not-so good things have happened but all of it a great experience. Here it is starting from the beginning of April but no viable dates are remembered since my mind was all over the place the past few weeks. Only last two weeks have I been putting my mind back together. This is going to be broken up into two to three more threads since there is a lot of writing to be given. For now, I want to speak about...

Death is only the beginning.

I have heard this quote from The Mummy and if anyone has not seen it, you should because you might even like it. Nonetheless, death is something writers, poets, artists and many more individuals bring up in their subjects.

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May 7th [257] - Let Them Eat Cake With Chopsticks!

Friday morning was uneventful for I had too many things on my plate to try and have fun outside of the apartment. Besides, I had plans for later tonight to go out with the girls (the main group I work with the organization) to have Mexi-Hawaiian food on Taraval. Why waste my energy on other things when knowing the girls', I was going to be tired out from the laughter and smiling. I have known the girls' (which was originally six girls, but one left due to personal reasons, making it five) for almost a year now. We spent countless hours together whether it was at work, after work, in my car (I drive the lot of them back to campus since a few of them have classes after work or need to take a few buses back to their place of residence) and we have become a family unit. In fact, I consider them sisters rather than good friends.

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This morning, I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock singing a tune or was it the alarm on the cell phone? I have no clue because the ring tone was to the roommate I now have sleeping in her twin bed to the left to me. It is strange, somehow to wake up in a place which was not the one I have lived in for the past twenty years. Out of place not to see loved ones and familiar faces outside my bedroom door or coming over to drop off a plate of mole or pizza.