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Friday, April 18, 2014

Yes, I'm going to hell

But at least I'll be with my friends. :-D

Being that it's Easter weekend, I couldn't resist sharing these tidbits I found. (Warning: Blasphemy ahead.)

Oh boy, fun for the whole family! I think I'd pass, though. I do not need to find Easter eggs that badly.

Everybody sing along! "It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A..."

EDIT: I just saw this, and it begged to be added. To this, I only have one question: WTF??

Lest I be accused of only lampooning the Christian/Catholic faith, rest assured, I'm an equal opportunity offender. Found these Passover cartoons as well:

Actually, matzo really isn't that bad. Bland and boring, yes, but at least it's not gross, like those disgusting beige blobs (AKA gefilte fish) you've heard me bitch about in the past.

Don't believe me? Here ya go -- validation:

At least the foodies will never be allowed to wrap it in bacon. But if some sweet/savory combo freak ever tries covering it with chocolate, I am leaving the planet.

Whatever you celebrate, have a great weekend, y'all.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Fun with Alex and Pandora

About a week ago, the lovely Pandora Blake came from across the pond to her first California visit. She's been a very busy bee while here, shooting up a storm of videos and having fun adventures while staying with Alex Reynolds and Paul Kennedy. She and I had never met, but we've been online buddies for a long time and always hoped we'd get a chance to hang out in person.

And that chance finally happened. :-D She'd messaged me on Fet, saying she'd be here until the middle of next week, and would I like to meet? Absolutely, I said. So today, she, Alex and I met for lunch at the oft-mentioned Aroma Café. When we were at last face to face and hugging, it was as if I'd known her for years. 

We had to stand in line for a long time to order, because it was a beautiful sunny day and my favorite hangout was packed. Alex and I had waxed enthusiastic about the place, and when Pandora saw the menu, she announced that she wanted everything on it. But she hadn't seen anything yet.

The bakery case. The rows and rows and shelves after shelves of cakes and treats. She snapped a shot of Alex and me crouching down and ogling the sweets...

...and we vowed we'd share something or another after lunch.

So much fun! The food was awesome as always, and the company was fabulous. Lots of laughs and girly chat, which was just what I needed. For those who know me well, you know that when I get animated, I talk with my hands. A lot. And of course, this afternoon I managed to knock over my glass of water, all over the table. Fortunately, we snatched up our purses before they got wet, so it was just a matter of mopping up the water. But shortly after that, I flapped my hand again, and this time I knocked over the metal pole thingamajig with our table number on it. Sheesh! What a klutz! At least I didn't knock my water over a second time. :-)

And then, it was dessert time. I stayed at the table so we wouldn't lose it, dispatching Alex and Pandora back inside and telling them I was OK with whatever they chose, as long as it was something with chocolate (which would still leave the number of possibilities high). They did not disappoint, having ordered a slice of a chocolate cake with ganache and raspberry jam between the layers, frosted on the outside with white chocolate frosting and then plastered with chocolate jimmies. 

Did I say slice? Make that a slab. Here we are, about to dive into it:

Would you believe that, even with the three of us, we couldn't finish it all? (Although what was leftover was mostly frosting.) Soooo freaking good.

Pandora told me she's always hoped for an opportunity to shoot with me, but we were never in the same place at the same time. She knew this was last-minute, but would I like to shoot something for her site before she left CA? Would I! So, if all goes according to plan, this coming Monday I will be heading to Alex's house to shoot for Pandora's Dreams of Spanking site, with Paul topping me. How cool is that? 

Alex had to head off to take care of some stuff, so Pandora stayed on with me, and I agreed to drive her back to Alex's after we were done chatting. We stayed another 45 minutes or so, and then I took her back, getting to see Alex and Paul's place for the first time (and their kitties!!).

So Pandora suggested shooting something a little on the edgy side, with a take-down of sorts, a struggle, maybe some bondage -- Paul will be a bit of a bad guy, but I will definitely be deserving whatever I get. Anyone have any thoughts on scenarios? We're open! This should be fun -- I haven't shot anything edgy-ish since I did "The Villain Strikes Erica Scott" three years ago.

Thank you, ladies, for such a great afternoon! Can't wait to see you again on Monday.

In other news this week, there was a lot of buzz about our lunar eclipse last Monday. I didn't see it, but I have seen pictures of it. It's pretty fascinating, seeing the "blood moon" -- the moon appearing to be a deep shade of red.

Although to be honest, I'm not quite sure why it's such a big deal to see a red moon. After all, some of us see red moons on a regular basis.

Not me this week, though. Screw that! However, next week for sure. :-)

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Palm Sunday?

All due respect to my Catholic/Christian friends, but when I realized today was Palm Sunday, my first thought was "Hey, that's a great name for a Sunday spanking party."

I shared this thought with John, who immediately feigned indignation. "You're terrible. That's sacrilege. Steve's going to hear about this."

Please. At the moment, Steve is in the middle of nowhere (i.e., Coachella Valley) at a music festival, camping out with thousands of other people whose sanity I question seriously. After three days of no sleep and pretending he's 18 again, I reckon he's going to feel more like he's 80. So I'm not worried. :-Þ

Besides, I'm an equal opportunity blasphemer. Tomorrow is the first day of "my people's" big important holiday. I could sure go for a Passover satyr.

What? Did I say something wrong?

Friday, April 11, 2014

The final word on the "Not Listening Stick"

Note: in order to know what I'm talking about here, you have to read this post.

So on Wednesday, I went to see my stepmother S. We had a wonderful visit, spending a total of five hours together, talking and talking and talking. When we were on our way to lunch, I casually mentioned to her that I had finally seen Ladies' Man for the first time. We got into talking about her experiences being on that set. For one thing, her particular vignette in it was a standalone scene and she didn't interact with any of the other actresses, just Jerry. But she was on the set for a full 11 weeks before they even got to her scene. Why? Because Jerry wanted her there. So basically, she was paid to be on set for all those weeks, for doing nothing. But she got to observe.

She said she got to see all sides of Jerry -- his benevolent, playful side, and the side that was, in her words, an absolute monster, insulting and humiliating people. What did he do? I asked. "He went off on these terrible tirades, yelling and saying horrible things. A lot of the women were reduced to tears."

That's when I first mentioned the picture I'd seen. I asked her if she remembered seeing that stick. She said she didn't, but it wouldn't surprise her. She then continued, talking about how he was whacked out most of the time on a combination of his pain meds and his preferred cocktail. Apparently, he would take a full-sized drinking glass and fill it with half brandy, and half milk. BLECCHH! And he would chug that like water. After watching his behavior for all those weeks, she was very nervous about what she was in for, but he turned out to be relatively respectful to her. I guess he took a liking to her. (If you saw her back then, you'd know why! Plus, she was a strong, confident woman. I think he instinctively knew not to mess with her.)

I was still curious, though. So when we got to the restaurant and were seated, I got out my phone and pulled up the photo of Jerry with the paddle. When S looked at it, her surprise was genuine -- I saw her eyes pop. "Where did you find this?" she asked. Google search, I told her. Then I added, "Can you believe he actually used that on women on his sets?"

She made a wry, disgusted face, and replied, "Well, he was a rather sick individual, my dear."

And that's when I dropped the subject.

I wasn't sure whether or not she was associating paddle wielders to "sick individuals," but I didn't want to find out. When the "s" word comes into a conversation about kinkiness, I know to bow out. 

Oh well.

But on another note, our visit was highly satisfying. I'd been wanting to tell her something for the longest time, but never felt like the moment was right. But she's going to be 83 this month -- she won't be around forever, and I don't want to regret words unsaid.

We talked about when I was a kid, and how I basically got dumped on her when I moved in with her and my dad. How she bore the burden of dealing with a surly pre-teen, with driving me everywhere, with my deep hungering neediness for a mother -- when she already had her own daughter, from whom she was estranged. (Her daughter went to live with her dad, shortly before I moved in with Dad and S.) It had to be tough for her, especially when her marriage to my father started falling apart.

Bottom line? I told her that I realized now how unfair that had been to her, and how grateful I was that she took it on and did the best she could for me in a far-from-ideal situation. Then I took a deep breath and said, "I loved my mother. I know she meant well, she did the best she could, and she had no one to learn any sort of parenting skills from. But... ever since I was a kid, and still, to this day, I wish you were my mother." My throat closed at that point, and I fingered the necklace at my throat. "And I love this so much, I can't begin to tell you."

She smiled. She's not the emotional, touchy-feely sort like I am. But she did say, "Oh, Erica, thank you. That's the best compliment I've ever gotten." (I can't really believe that, but it was nice to hear.) She then added, "I wish I had given birth to both of you." (Me and her daughter.)

So there, I said it. I know it's a betrayal of sorts to my mother, but I can't help it. It's how I feel. And I would have certainly never said it to her. But I'm glad I said it to S.

After lunch, we headed back to her place to talk some more. She has the most adorable little dog, a terrier mix named Katie. This critter loves everyone, and she is so full of life and energy and joy. She ran back and forth between us, bestowing kisses. I wanted a picture with her -- it was hard to get her to stay still in my lap, since she kept twisting around to lick my face and neck and her whole body was wagging. But we got one!

Isn't she cute?? She has these enormous, soulful brown eyes, and she stares right into your eyes with them. 

And here we are at another Friday. Today, John is having his dental implant put in, after having that tooth pulled a few months ago. The procedures and appointments go on and on. The good news is, his leg has been feeling better, is swelling much less, and he's been sleeping a lot better. So he's hasn't been walking around half dead like he was before. There is a lot more work ahead, but at least he's hanging in there. ♥

Have a great weekend, y'all.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

B.C. and T.C.

Yesterday was a full and busy day, so I didn't have time to do my session write-up. We had our usual lovely time, though.

Steve decided to keep it simple for the implements phase: He let me choose one, and then he picked one. "Bottom's choice and top's choice: B.C. and T.C." he smiled. I chose his riding crop, which is snappy and stinging and very stimulating in a painful sort of way. What did he choose? Yup. That @#$%ing Licking Stick.

"I think your T.C. is Total Crap," I grumbled. He didn't agree, of course.

But I still liked the crop much better. Fortunately, that's what he predominantly used. 

All during the scene, he was doing his best to convince me that I really needed to ask my stepmother, when we got together, about that picture of Jerry Lewis and his paddle, and if she'd seen it on the Ladies' Man set (or maybe even felt it). (Read the post before this one if you don't know what I'm talking about.) "Who knows," he mused. "Maybe you and she share something you never even knew."

"Ewwww, no!" I screeched. "Please! That's my stepmother. I don't even want to imagine that." 

"You have to ask her," he insisted, punctuating his insistence with the crop. "You'll always wonder if you don't. You don't have to tell her about what you do or what you're into. Just ask her about the movie set and her experience with it. Make sure you bring it up somehow during lunch."

"I'll try," I groaned.

"Excuse me?" he said. "You'll what?"

Ugh. I forget that's a huge difference between John and Steve. John will accept "I'll think about it" or "I'll try." With Steve, there's no "try." There is "do." Harrumpph.

Well, kids, I did bring up the subject with her yesterday, even showed her the picture of Jerry. I will tell you all about that tomorrow. (No, there weren't any fun revelations, sorry to say. It kind of fell flat. But I'm glad I did it anyway.)

On a side note: Would you believe that Steve has never seen, or even heard of, Secretary? I was slack-jawed. I need to revoke that man's kink card! Who the hell in any realm of kinky things hasn't heard of Secretary? So I pulled up some images for him. Of course, he found them fascinating. I think I need to pick up a copy of that movie. Fortunately, I'm in the camp of people who loved it. Yeah, I know, it wasn't the best idea to portray the main characters as whackos. But I loved how they both blossomed and found happiness with each other.

Back to work for me.