Readers of Whip and Apple,

I had a date, well, sort of date, all right, I will call it a movie date with a new male called Haight Man. Why? Well, he lives in the Haight District and it was something that came to mind when nicknaming him. Now, I plan to put up a blog post of my movie thing with Haight Man very soon since I just got back a while ago from his place. I will say Haight Man is handsome and looks like a sturdy male to ride. However, not going to rush anything because I might spook him off if I startle him. Still, always good to know I enjoyed myself after having a shitty date with Beard Man the other day.

I will have in a few days a story about a male who I went out with the past two days, well, really, hung around and got to know, who I call The Beard. Oh what a tale to tell especially since there is a bit of spice in it.

The post will come soon.

Dear Whip and Apple readers,

Sorry lovelies for not putting up anything lately. You want to know why? My laptop stopped working and will not let me grab anything from the hard drive. I had to take it into two individuals who were not able to and I just now paid 60 bucks to have it sent into the manufacturer for them to take a whack at it. I have to remember everything I wanted to write out for the letters and everything important on the hard drive that is three years old.

Yes, three years old. I have work that is three years old that might be erased if the manufacturer finds that a new hard drive is needed and nothing can be saved. Oh, my precious writings, images and video. Some of those images, I planned to put together to put up on the Whip and Apple site. I even had a video I was putting together to showcase a bit of what I am about as a Domme, writer and student in San Francisco.

Happy New Year to All!

I should blow a few whistles but I cannot because I came down with acute bronchitis in the last week thus halting writing letters when I was more about coughing up the nasties down in my chest and lungs. I am getting better and should be able to get back to writing those letters which the next one is a letter to my dreams. I wonder what my dreams will say when I write to them soon enough.

Dear Dreams,

Where are you?

Dear Dream,

Do you know whether you are alive or not?

Dear Dreams,

How are you? I know I left you.

Dear Dreams,

You have been so good to me!

Dear Dreams,

Stop taking money out of my damn piggy bank every time you think you have a great idea to run off with!

So many ways to talk about my dreams but I will see what happens when the words start to appear on the computer screen.

We shall see.

Miss Marguerite

Letter 4 To Sibling

Dear Sister,

Hmm, what can I say to you that I do not already tell you every day? I know we fight 90 percent of the time and I am amazed we are able to get along for the other ten percent.

The roles we play say a lot about our relationship. You play the daughter who is does not like to cause mayhem or trouble. However, I enjoy causing such mayhem and taking any heat you might endure onto myself because like an older sister, it is my job. When you get into trouble for something small that might get you grounded for a week, I try my best to get into bigger trouble to have the attention focused on my mistakes and not yours. You had my back as well whenever I needed to keep things on the down low.

Dear Parents,

Damn. Damn. Damn. I bet that is what you say every time I get into antics or mayhem and you somehow find out all about it even though I moved away to cause such antics away from your virgin eyes. You always knew I was never one of those 'normal' or 'part of the sheep' individuals even from a young age. It was fucking hilarious, pardon the cursing, to hear that when I was born, my head was considered too big for my body and the doctors assumed something was wrong with moi. Even more to find out, I was a mute for the first two years of my life.

Dear Crush(es),

A Letter To My Best Friend:

Dear Best Friend,

I must say we ended up becoming fast best friends really quickly. My letter would have been addressed to someone else but that bitch really fucked up our friendship. You know the story about the former best friend. The one who fucked me over too many times and I let her do it because we knew each other inside and out. We were almost like one of those dysfunctional couples and it was only that I moved to San Francisco that I realized how fucked our friendship was; thankfully, I met you a year later and my god, I can see what it is like to have a positive friendship. The other one was always negative and ended up talking about her privilege but fucked up life. With us, you and I get along because of our backgrounds and we do not fault one another for the shit we did before now. You enjoy the fact I have a perverted and gutter mind while I smile at the fact your familia resembles my own.

It seems I am going to throw my typing hand into the ring and do this challenge or this experience that has been going around on tumblr. It is called 30 Days of Letters where you guess it, I will write 30 letters to different individuals. Now I am not going to say I am going to write it all in thirty days but I will get out a letter for every thirty ones posted on here. Here is the list and the days the letters coordinate with:

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush/ Boyfriend

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Right now, I am a bit busy with life at the moment to write it all down. Every day it is a new experience. Every day, I wake up to something new to get up to by myself or with a friend. I have had to comfort friends, fight with them and hug them, sometimes all in the same hour. I have made new friends and created new enemies it seem but I am not about to let them bring me down. I keep looking at the calendar to see how many more days I have and notice it is getting closer and closer to Christmas. What I want on my wish list is a new pair of heels since I broke the old pair going down the stairs. The stairs were slippery due to the last rainfall and I almost smashed my forehead into a plant down on the first floor.

A Broken Love Letter

I am drained.
I cannot take this anymore.
I will not keep listening to your words and your lies.
Oh, your beautiful and wonderful lies.

Do you not understand?
You are a vampire.
Drain me of my energy.
Of my strength.
My love and my need to save you.

A person who I thought was a friend and a lover.
You are just a fiend.
One who uses me.
Abuses my trust and love.
You have me.
Do you not see?

I am right here to help you.
Take my damn hand and let me help you.
Let me shelter and comfort you.
Someone who I love and care about; please, let me before we both perish.
Before our friendship and love burns away.
Burned and picked up by the wind never to be seen again.

Just stop it!
Stop your lies and your doubts.
Those doubts which whittle away at your self-esteem.
A self-esteem based on attention and praise.
Praise does not warm you at night.
I do.

I want to be the one who holds you, kisses you and loves you.

I had an interesting dream last night which I hope to repeat once more. The dream was moi on a date with a guero, a white guy who looked very surfer but boy-next-door deal. The two of us went out to see what we thought was a movie but instead it was an improv comedy show. Still, the two of us had fun and I seemed in the dream very relaxed and joyful around him. He looked happy as well and when we left the show, he held my hand and we tried to take a picture of us holding a cinnamon bun.

Those who keep trying to spam my thread will always be shown the deleted door. The past few weeks I have been deleting unapproved spam from my inboxes and none will ever get a chance to spam or spread anything spam worthy across my comment boards.

Luckily, the approval thread stops them whenever I have to see what new comments showed up and whether I want to give them the green light to show up on my blog posts. So whoever is spamming, you better stop because your efforts are being wasted. I am not going to give in and I am not going to let you spam me with viagra ads and donkey sex. If I wanted donkey sex, I would go down to Tijuana and pay to see a good donkey show.

I will however, give you this sexy picture of a male whom I think is from a tumblr website. Juicy from Elliquiy sent the picture out and I am trying to figure out who is the gorgeous male in the picture. Enjoy!

Miss Marguerite

Halloween Weekend Starting Soon...

I am taking this weekend to interact and re-energize or maybe exorcise the not-so-moi mood away with other friends and roommates. How am I going to do it?

Today: I am going to Chili's with my roommate, Shorty, her friend and my friend Vi., who has been a great friend and stuck around when the mess started to seep from the walls. We are going for the 2 for $20 deal which is great for the college students. After, we are all going to the mall, Vi and I went to last weekend to go shopping at the three story Target to grab essentials for Halloween weekend. Later, Vi and I plan to get dressed and hit a rave happening near my apartment for a few hours before coming back to the apartment to watch more horror movies. I want to overdose on horror movies because I adore them and Vi had become my horror buddy.

Here is the second part of my adventure with Not So Vanilla Guy. Enjoy. Also leave comments and enjoy the read.

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