Friday, October 14, 2005


Check out the new column and kink calendar....


And notice, if you haven't already, that I'm teaching a Spanking Class at Babeland this Sunday evening. It'll be big fun, and yes, I will be taking volunteers from the audience.

My classes usually sell out, so call for advance tickets if you want a sure thing - 206. 328. 2914. Babeland is located here.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

This and that…

I’ve gotten a few angsty emails about this issue: Blogger axes adult blogs. I’m not especially worried. I think what they’re going after are people who have pay porn sites and are throwing up dozens of faux-blogs to get more traffic and higher rankings with Google. These pseudo blogs have little or no real content, just lots of keywords and preview pix. Frankly, I think Blogger is perfectly within their rights to delete them. They’re advertising ploys, not real blogs. That’s not to say one cannot put a link from a blog to a professional site – I do that. But there’s such a thing as abusing the system. This, however, is a real blog with plenty of non-porn content. I don’t think Blogger would say I was violating their TOS as I read them.

I could be wrong, of course. So if this blog does ever vanish, go check MistressMatisse.com to get the skinny on where it went.

Anyone read this? I never got around to reading Tracey Qwan’s first book, but I’m yet more curious about this one, as it’s ostensibly fiction. It’s gotten some rather snarky reviews, but it’s hard to know how to judge that. As someone who often contemplates writing fiction based on my own life - and as someone with some things in common with Ms. Qwan - I'm interested to see how it does.

The rest of the world discovers RealDolls. Or keeps rediscovering them, or something. Haven't I read pretty much this exact same article somewhere before? But places like Salon keep going back, because stories about other people's sexual deviance is an easy way to both titillate readers and make them feel superior at the same time. And that's how you make Middle America happy, don'tcha know.
Summary version: some guys buy realistic looking sex dolls and pretend that they're real women. I mean, to the point of talking about "making love" to them. It just seems sort of sad to me, but hey, I'm guessing they wouldn't care for my idea of a good time, either. To each their own, I say.
But some people - women, as you could probably guess - get all het up over it. Yes, I'm sure some of the guys who buy (and have "relationships" with) RealDolls are flaming misogynistic assholes. But I'm not sanguine about their willingness to fix that, so isn't it better that they're out of the dating/reproduction pool? I mean, it's either that or they'll be calling sex workers, and frankly, we prefer guys who like chicks that move.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Weird email of the day

Are you the daughter of the Mistress who died???

That's it, no salutation, no signature, no other text. Bizarre. I think I know what late and much-lamented Mistress he means, but I have no earthly idea why he thinks I'm her daughter. She's been gone for, oh, about a year now, I believe. Obviously he hasn't done a search here about my parentage...

Strange.

Monday, October 10, 2005

State of The Blog Address

This is just a warning – my blogging time is going to be quite limited for the next few weeks. A creative project of mine has kicked into overdrive and most all my sitting-at-the-keyboard time is going to be spent with that. (And no, I’m not telling you any more about the project, I’m very superstitious about talking about such things. If/when it comes to fruition, perhaps I’ll talk about it then.)

So I’m not abandoning you all permanently, just a slowing down a bit for a little while. It’s ironic, because I just found out I’m going to be named “Blog of The Month” in a very mainstream magazine in December. I’ll have to be back up to speed for that, at least. It never rains but it pours, I swear. Yesterday I sat in my office completely absorbed for hours, only vaguely hearing the thumps and squeals that drifted up the stairs from the living room, where Max was tying and tormenting two cute girls. I have a rather obsessive personality, which is often trying for my loved ones, but damn, I sure do get things done when I’m in the grip of it.

Note to my good regular boys: naturally I am still booking appointments just as usual. So don’t you not call me because “I read on your blog that you were busy and I didn’t want to bother you.” Bother me. Think of it as your way of saving me from getting carpal tunnel syndrome, which will surely happen if I stay sitting at this computer all day.


Unrelated but annoying link: Read about your tax dollars at work – Lynnwood vice cops get handjobs.