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Dec. 1st, 2010


Caroling for BDSM, Bondage, & Burlesque!??!

Oh, tis the season!!

Kinky in Virginia, perhaps, but first Florida, then friends then THIS

The Black Phoenix Club; Solstice, New Years Weekend!

Thanks to the super fab Rigger Jay who is hosting me and my happy to be suspended self looking sideways and upside down and a few strange rope skewed angles of spinning glee at him, and everyone, and ...well, spinning upside down like a top, probably looking a bit wobbly eyed atcha all.

Yes, there is excitement and titilation in the air!! 

Then, for January 9th I am booked to model for the Boston, Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School, a burlesque dress up fun drinking game and silly tale infused version of the kind of quiet boring ol life-model art classes.

For those of you in the Eastern regions, while I hope to be south of the sun (again), there is this upcoming extravaganza! that I've just heard about in April, http://www.burlesque-expo.com/home.cfm

Montreal always takes verrrry good care of me, so i'll look sexily skewed at you, dear, sweet, debaucherously raucous Montreal! - so what's happenin in Montreal in early Jan!?!  Well... there's ME..  laugh! oooh it's so fun to play at being a rockstar... sigh... silly silly dorkdorkdorkdork... and then the big leap west where I have hopes galore of friends, debauchery, and a winter Garden!!!!  oh yes... dreaming of a snowy winter Garden....

Vancouver has a HUGE weekend event in early Feb - with hopes and fingers still crossed, but besides all this, as well, looking to be a sexy one to visit me at! 

Westward Bound

and then (phew) Seattle and a big sideways sexy grin at an always sexy town....

and THEN the big jump to *the* big Feb filled Australian delights of Sydney....


skiing will be part of this! Oh yes!!! 

So keep an eye out on FB and here for a BDSM kinky ski weekend upcoming in January !

Oct. 1st, 2010


... long times between kinks

Wow... can't believe it's been a year since i've posted!

The New Zealand Fetish Ball went better than planned. Our scene ended up soaking the stage, me dripping wet, thrown around and generally 'interrogated' in the military style by a big bad super nasty femme, ala super sexy show- with that total silence after, before the erruption of applause and huge compliments... We seem to have sort of scared them with how long my head was shoved under water, twice. Then completely turned them on with being dragged, sopping, across the floor, thrown on a table, cropped, and 'tormented' with this HUGE black paper-mache dong strap on... great fun... 

Both Auckland and Christchurch shows had me incredibly impressed with the level of shows, with full hook suspensions, arials, and then Satomi and Lukas Zpira, with THIS Lukas Zpira's dinner.... a rose in the tiny, tatoo'd gut wrenchingly sexy Satomi's bum while he dips fries in the blood of a leg-cutting.... indeed!

A year later there is more news.... sigh... such long times between kinky fun! Tho I have had a FANTASTIC year of hiking, scuba, flying stunt planes and generally enjoying a magical land, and gazilions of miles of wonderful road....

Montreal Fetish Weekend:  was amaaazing! 4 nights of incredible show/play/dances, with a weekend of good workshops including some very interesting things, like the walk-about Montreal tour in BDSM gear, with photo shoot... HOT HOT HOT.. go see their photos!

The wonderful very good friend of mine, Kirk Handy - you know the guy - that big bad sexy bald man who runs the BDSM event on Friday's at Realm of Fantasy, in Calgary.... he was there presenting "The ABC's of CBT" (what a great job he did, too!!! ) and darling of darlings of all the great darlings, was the reason I stayed in Montreal, a huge part of my decision-making to stay out East a few months - and gave me a full pass to the weekend... AND put up with me jumping on his bed, and sleeping in it, for the weekend. My Montreal friend (where i was already staying, and stayed with a fabulous 2 weeks) was near-by, but not near enough for late nights and early mornings. I'm crazy like that. I want to dance all night, AND attend all the workshops....  besides, she didn't have a pool and sauna, and the hotel did. Overlooking the chess-park.

So the weekend... they had a top notch fashion show, Sat and Sun parties had dungeon areas and shows, and every night had a special private Fet Wkend ONLY area dungeon and dj at the city's after-hour's club that ran till something like 10am. Not that *I* stayed out that late!!  

To be selfish, now I'm going to talk about ME. MEMEMEMEMememe yay ME !!!.....

... who was demo bottom for the predicament workshop- gotta say i do love a mix of rope bondage, predicament and electrical, mixed with tugging on my very sexy friend's very sore nipples via a rope tied to my ankle as i very difficultly held it off the floor with my bum off the floor!
I'll try to explain this tiny part of the whole- on my back, on the floor. i have to lift my bum right up, and hold myself in a wedge, with my knees near 90 degrees, THEN lift one leg up, holding up by only one leg. As my leg lowers it tugs my friend's nipples, via a rope through a pulley... yum. If *I * drop down, a VERY painful *modified* bug zapper gets me...one that I *THINK* won't stop zapping me! HAHAHAHAHA. good work!!! 

  so i organized some rope play for that night at the party, before being demo bottom for the electrical workshop and having a bit of fun having a light little bit of electricity. I do so love violet wands, Tens etc... oh MEMORIES sing sing sing and memories of Lupercalia's Electrical play where I got to demo bottom a russian ems... oh so fun! oh so sexy... Deep into the muscles, an amazing level of pleasure and pain... oh i soo need play outside of such rare shows....


At the weekend night parties there were hoops hanging from the ceiling! so of course I played around a bit, swinging and doing a little bit of aerials. Late, just before close I went and played with the predicament workshop presenter and got a beautiful rope corset done on me. Dancing was seriously sexy, with the tightness constricting the ribs, between legs, pulling, and cutting air without ever cutting it off- well, only so far as i leaned back...tugging in all the right places. Perfectly placed, Rigger Jay did such a fabulous job that I knew he was *really* good. Our connection was also strong - earlier we'd had some very amazing conversations and 'clicked'. It was an old friend, at an instance... so he rigged me up, and going with my great love, i was inverted.... a rope from the ceiling turned into a perfect top-spinner, and *I*, the top... spinning... upside down.... with the pressure on my upper legs in a sort of inverted cross legged meditation pose. I 'ohmmed'... and spun... gorgeous. What incredible work.... which i'd LOVE to share photos of but haven't so far been able  to get any!!! grrrrr...

The next night I ended up dancing with my now electrical presenter friend, Dunter, who, btw, was also doing the stage show rigging. His writing is a bit weird in English cause he's French... Our connection had me remembering what I so love and miss and truelly so very much need, of BDSM... something in the spark... I am eternally grateful for the later play, the rememberance... and now, i am BACK, and on fetlife.com, and seeking. actively...  I do really want play in my LIFE, not just at shows, nor such rare occassion...

later on Rigger Jay grabbed me, in the audience just hanging out a moment.

"You, come here"

"You're going Up"



They had two ropes on either side of a suspended gal, on her side. I got suspended under her from those two ropes, so that i could move around a bit- spinning my ropes to twist up close enough to spank her a little, and even to give her a little cheek-kiss, then un-spinning. It was great. I love ropes. Yes. Yes i do....

The next week was fun, the week previous was fun. I am reminded how in -love with Montreal I was, am, and continue to be.... 


And some NZ ones...

Sep. 14th, 2009


New Zealand Fetish Ball

Oh the joys and hopes!

New Zealand has a Fetish Ball coming up! Link HERE 


;) Speaking of.....  segue lines of Rocky Horror Picture Show played here last week. Oh, achem, two weeks now... oh dear. That's right> LAST week I was gallavanting off on a ski bum holiday. right.

The week before saw me dressing at work- borrowing everything but my underclothes in a mutually great arrangement:  I get to dress up, and promote the company out at an event that saw lots of attendees that would love this shop. (oh how can i count the ways that I love this job)

I wore a super cute blue corset, tiny little skirt and thigh high fishnets (one side all holed up), ankle boots with a serious heel and pinstriping. I made my hair BIG. Not just big, nor Big, but BIG. Magenta like.

:) A lovely Kiwi-Canukian sat front row in her real made-for-her corset and we read from the script I printed, and yelled, laughed, threw rice and had a gay ol time for Gay Ski Week.

oh... hehehe. not like THAT. ;P

News. New Roads. Not so much changes, as I kinda had it planned this way before this thing that changed it got changed back. Guess it's time to go live another kiwi dream. Anyways, I'm starting to have visions of oceans and ....

Sep. 10th, 2009


Burlesque Competition Video

YAY!!! Thanks to a pal for taking this video, and recently uploading at my request... I need it to share with someone here in Kiwi lands as I'm interested in helping out with the Fetish Ball coming up. So I thought I'd share it with you all, as is, no editing- it's fine enough.... oh sure, I'm critiquing the hell outta it, but it's not really a promo vid....

would LOVE to gather vids and pics and make a real promo vid, but i've also lost all the old pics and vids I had saved "Somewhere" ??!! ?!!?!?!!?!  

So , btw, if any of you out there have any of any of my performances, pls msg me so I can get them! (especially the play peircing set, at The Rhino)

So, without further adeu... Teh Persephone the Pirate Princess performing in the Kabuki Guns Burlesque Competition, at Broken City, Spring 2009...

Aug. 23rd, 2009


Midori is a great kisser....

I dream vivid dreams, and strange yet telling, dreams. Apparently my inner self also craves burlesque and fun, so that I dream of upcoming shows that I am pulled from, not allowed to attend... but get private lovely evenings of anticapatory watchful joys. There is a workshop by Midori the next day, but there is something barring me - some training that I must attend. Is this the translation of her upcoming Edmonton workshop, and my being here?

I somehow end up, night before, in her rooms. There are slave boys, sexy. We are dozing and I am looking at them, at her. She is so sexy and in my dream I have a bit of that attention, nervousness, excitement - of being there.....

Midori is a fabulous kisser.   


I have fabulous dreams!

Aug. 16th, 2009



HOT DAMN.... I'm going to do it... post the strange one on the 'family travel blog'...

Here's what you all are getting.

A lump.

Yup, a lump.

For a few days I've had a lump.... think on your left leg. Inside the left ankle. oh fuck, for heaven's sake, this is NOT my family blog! where the leg meets body, the crevasse of the inner leg. Directly outside the labia, between clit and entryway, but outside the labia- though moving inwards like a hard little alien egg expanding.... a lump.

A lump that grew quick tells me this miraculously nasty thing is an ingrown hair gone 'hairy'... sorry. couldn't resist. Go ahead and groan. Slap your knee if you have to... I'm shaking my head and 'oh dear'ing myself....

OR an alien spawn.

Thank all the powers that be that I went just when I did, to the doctor's... I was very seriously thinking of using my skills and practice and doing it myself. Get a scalpel ie torn apart razer in a pinch, a hollow needle to drain, from the pharmacist ( I know you can do this as I got 20 once for a little do-it-yourself playpeircing fun...though not here, in NZ.) and off we go with the DOKKTOOR PLayYY

Due to my lack of wanting to acrobatic clean ups - it IS right between my legs in a bit of a tough place to see... and due to my hoping for some painkillers for it (thank freakin fuck they gave me some shots to numb it. As usual it took a few, and even THEN I felt the scalpel) I went to the clinic.

My doctor's name is Alison. With shoulder length waves of red and smooth moon skin. She had a chaperone come in, a gorgeous brunette nurse with just the slender curves I so love in a woman.

I cried.

Now i understand the torment.... there it is, one dream come true, and there is so little I can do about it.....

Isn't it ironic, don't ya think, it's like red headed doctors, with voyuer nurses, and not enough wit to show them you could make THEIR dreams come true. OoH!.... I'm taped up and supposed to keep it dry. How am I supposed to do THAT!??!!?!?  Ahhhhh.... the joy of real-life teasers. I think I'm going to cry again.

good night, good night, a thousand sweet luscious good nights....

Aug. 14th, 2009



Think HOOTERS is something??

There's an energy drink here with a rooster called BIG COCK

It's by line is "Hits the Spot"

I shit you not.

I could write a Dr Suessian type poem.... I'll try to grab a photo.

Magical Workings!

Wow, did that FUCK YOU ever work!

Not that I said "fuck you" to a person... more to the voice that says I can't have what I need / want, to the voice of insecurity, of disabling power. I yelled it, i whispered it when I nearly gave in. In the end, oh so nearly did I stray, I followed through and accepted lonliness over someone that just isn't what I want. I accepted boredom over 'putting up with" to get what I need. Guess I don't "NEED" , but long for. It's a sexy feeling to 'long for', to accept and enjoy 'yearnings', to ride the waves of them, and smile to myself in the fun, self-pleasured sort of torture.

It's really freakin hard to tell insecurity to screw off, though.

It's really hard to go even further and keep giving chances, when repetition trys to teach us that trying is just insanity... Sometimes we need to hold faith that it's not insanity to expect different reactions to the same action, when it's with DIFFERENT PEOPLE- bounce the hope off different agents. Even when so many bounce back, it's not actually insanity to do the same thing time and again, if you change the one BIG variable, and keep on acting with love, rather than fear. Sometimes it's about prep work too....

In this case, all through texts on a broken phone that covers part of the screen in inky blackness, I let someone know that while I like visiting, I'm looking for something more romantic, slower, and less ... rough. Well, immediately rough...

Let him go, rather than deal with pushy groping leg humping to have a very boring but at least SOMETHING cuddle.

Doesn't matter what happens with this particular person, I bounced the ball. He DID take it up, showing me it's possible. He asked what I AM looking for in someone, and we're meeting up to chat about it. HUH..Well then... ..That's great stuff....  Thanks Ms. Inspiration!  I hope your journey into acceptance is going beautifully, too. Oh, I think you may like this book : " Dance of the Dissident Daughter", which is proving to be a fabulous inspiration and guide along these lines of takeing further steps in my empowering.  By Sue Monk Kidd.

PS BLOGGITY WORLD.... My 19 yr old manager is GORGEOUS, super cute excited to be a model for my photography practicings, loves to drink red wine, too, and said it's ok that I post about her being sexy... what else was it I was going totell you... something delicious... I am forgetting, maybe she'll comment and remind us.

Have I told you how much  I love this job?  RIGHT, I can SO keep a job! Just have to have one I *like*, rather than one I do to try to make more money... grin. It's wonderful sharing that little smile with a person or a couple in knowing I've just sold them something wonderfully pleasurable!  Somehow the money is falling into place too...

My brain is too forgetful for blogging. I was going to say something, but trainwrecked.... COOOOL.. Im not even fried. Speaking of, Shambhala, I felt you singing my name! I danced to your call and rythem in the moon wind!


one of these days I'm bringing in my camera and playing dress up!

Aug. 10th, 2009


Our own lyrics

Reading a really powerful, deeply honest post has made me think about permission.... about giving ourselves permission to feel what we feel, to do what we need to do.

If you're reading this: so you can't be somewhere ELSE, but you do get to be where you ARE, maybe something good in that if you can give yourself permission.... so go do what you need to. Get high, drink, dance, play, fuck, or don't. 

And to feel what you do. It's ok for relationships to ebb and flow, as well as permissions to others. Sometimes relationships need to be closed for awhile. Sometimes more open. 

Inspiring, lady... Making me feel about permission... to feel fed up with the shit of guys lieing and lieing to find ways to entice you, only trying to jam their cocks into you. Boring, childish, mindlessly unsatisfying - and certainly having more to do with this obvious undercurrent of thinking of women as meat to be bought with lies.

So I'm giving myself permission to say FUCK YOU. To smile sideways and get what ** I ** want.

I'm giving myself permission to be really freakin angry at my roommates, while also being grateful for the place, for the wonderfulness of the space, for the last few days before I now have to move again.

For being a butt and not getting off mine to go get the commercial, but now I'll get off my arse to go get some other things I want. Like inclusion in the fetish show, at least i can try. Or love, or play time, or photography....I'm frustrated but otherthings are coming together. I'm allowing myself to be really hurt at parents who can't be bothered to call for birthdays, and happy for the acceptance and permission to now go on without worrying about trying to find internet, phones, overseas connections....  To just go out in the world and to change directions.

 Going now to try yet again to win this sky dive tonight singing my own lyrics to Janis Joplin's " Mercedez Benz" going something like,

"Oh Lord, won't you win me a Kiwi Sky Dive
My friends all do bungi, and I feel so deprived
Travel hard all my lifetime, and here I arrive
So Lord, wont you win me a Queenstown Sky Dive"


Aug. 6th, 2009


Impromptu Flogging Workshop

Young nightclub attached to a party-bus type backpackers. Lots of very inebriated young adults on holiday, night after night. They do things like free sky dive give away on karaokee night, or coming to my shop where I work and happening to be working to arrange to promote during the 'vibrator races'. Yup, an inclined table and they race vibrators for prizes like food, drink, gift voucher for our store... ;)

Last night I ended up giving a flogging and spanking demo/workshop, on stage.


Did you know that the reason I went so insanely INTO the scene, after Africa, was because I am usually in complete 'hiding' while traveling. Not easy to find the 'scenes', most places are 'regular folk'. I can't hide it anymore.... I am seeking it out here, and already it finds me.


Man, something has to keep me entertained. It's not boredom...no... but... kinda. I love the reading, but would really like someone to hang out with, cuddle with- talk with. Quick meetings in passing, a hello and how's it ok bye, just isnt doin it for me....  the regular life of travelin. Which is making me ansy to be out wandering and at least exploring.... but there is some GREAT things afoot here.... we shall see..... At least I got some Birthday debaucheries.... which makes me lovingly think back of a tree, some great old friends and some new ones, sunrise and another birthday morning of delightful debaucheries.....  Ahhh, I bet that tree's limbs still quiver with the memory......

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