call for writing about kink-Time is running out to submit!

I am coediting an anthology of autobiographical stories about when you first discovered your interest in kink - D/s, S/m, fetish, voyeurism, etc. - and how it affected you.

Tell us about pulling that girl's hair on the playground and how you later discovered your love for doing rope bondage...or about your first cross dressing fantasy, and what it felt like to acknowledge your interest in lingerie! Stories do not have to contain erotic imagery, but if a sexual act or fantasy is part of your story, feel free to include that content.

Stories should be original works of 1,000-3,000 words, written in English, and submitted electronically to kinkanthologies@gmail.com in .doc or .rtf format (NOT .pdf) by November 15, 2006. No payment is available at this time, but accepted stories will be published in the anthology and all accepted authors will be asked for a short bio with website or contact information. Please include ALL of the following information: Name, Pseudonym/Pen name, Email address, Telephone number; story title, copyright date (if any) and word count. All information submitted is confidential and will not be publicly released without permission from the author.

We welcome stories from authors of all ages, genders and sexual orientations, all races and ethnicities and national origins. We would like this anthology to represent the scope of kink - the age at which it starts, the feeling it evokes, and the meaning it creates in one's life. As we would like this volume to be useful to academics as well as readers, please include some chronological reference about the year or era in which the narrative takes place. Stories may be previously published or unpublished.

We regret that we cannot publish poetry or any story that depicts an act which would be considered illegal in the author's state or country of residence at the time it occurred; please refrain from sending work that would be unacceptable for publication, according to the above guidelines.

Submit work to: kinkanthologies@gmail.com

on the road again

I spent the weekend (on a last minute decision) on a road trip with my parents to go visit my grandma and grandpa. My mom and dad were already traveling there and Friday morning at 10 am I decided I would be joining them. So I wrapped up my work, drove like a mad woman home at noon, packed a bag and met my mom at 2 at penn, and was on the roped by 330. Only after my mom and I downed some margaritas and brisket at dallas on 72nd.

my mom turns into me when she drinks. it was amazing to hear my mom say words like "cock and bearded clam" we giggled the first hour on the road then I fell asleep and my mom stopped talking, and it was my dad who tried to keep up entertained and we drove 8 long hours to ohio.

My family greeted us at the door. And the whirl wind of catching up began. It was one of the nicest trips I have ever had. The weekend was great. I bolted out the door at 8 am yesterday and hopped on a plane back to NY (this was I escaped the family dinner with my uncle and his fiance and my evil aunt- my mom and dad went to the jets game)
I was back in brooklyn ny 1 and relaxed and napping by 3. No arguments, no constructive critiquing about my weight (my whole family is under a 115 pounds- so being a size 8 is like being a monster)

See me take it all off - Wenesday, Oc t 25

Red Hots Burlesque
Alumni Showcase
Wednesday Oct 25th, 10pm SHARP!
At the Den of Cin
East 3rd Street and Ave A

Come see what all the fuss is about! The students were talked about in The New York Times and The Blade. The Red Hots were voted "Sexiest Burlesque Performers" by Go NYC Magazine and some of these performers haven't been seen in a year. It's time to warm up your vocal cords because it's time to hoot and holler for graduates from the '04, '05 & '06 classes!

Including performances from:
-Mary Cyn- whose own burlyq show has been written about in the Village Voice saying, "If you like hot, fierce chicks, fire, and general debauchery along with your alcohol, this is the place for you." and who continues to wow audiences all over NYC!

-Garnet Divine (this is me) - brings you smart and sexy acts rarely ever seen. Don't miss your chance to see this red hot wonder!

-Agent N- Also known as the super spy of sexyness but can also go undercover as many different characters as her imagination cooks up! Who knows what this fetish inspired performer will bring? You'll have to come on over to find out.

and

-Dottie Lux- The professor to these three lovely ladies shows you her stuff aswell. With nearly 5 years of performing and producing under her belt. Dottie has brought chuckles, bumps and grinds to such NY venues as Fez Under Time Cafe, Coney Island Side Show, The Supper Club, Slipper Room, NoLa's One Eyed Jacks, the Derby in LA and has done the monkey with such amazing bands as Fisherman's Xylophonic Orchestra and The Brimstones.

today is buy lots of rubber day

I nominate today as buy new rubber day! This morning I have ordered part of my outfit for rubber ball, and will also follow up on the custom hat at TB. I haven't heard from the shop I ordered my new polymorphe pants at, but i will swing by there after work- they should be in- it's been 2 weeks-they were supossed to get in on the 5th. I guess I could call before I leave to find out.

So, if you read this, and you buy latex, today is guilt free, break your bank and buy more latex day!

i hate tech support

holy god. some people should not operate heavy machinery. that includes any machine that has Windows, Mac OS and certainly not Linux.

I just don't see why or how someone who has worked as an Instructional Designer and doesn't know
A. How to navigate in windows
1. Minimize vs. Close a program
2. That you can have more than 1 windows browser window open at a time (same with web browser windows-could you imagine if they had Mozilla)
B. How to unzip/extract files from a zip file
C. (which is a late add) When a document is trying to call up a file that it can't locate the file name is in the box, You know what it is looking for- it is listed right there it tells you it wants file named: xxxx.tif

I don't want to be insulting, but I just can not imagine having worked in a training department for the last 10 years - how you could miss those topics. I know..I know.. not everyone grew up with a computer. In fact the person I just helped didn't even grow up with color television. But I don't know how someone who is a consultant can get hired without having basic computer knowledge. I know if you are doing ID work really you need to know how to write a course not how to operate a computer. But navigating windows isn't the rocket science people seem to think it is.

which brings me to the fact I am doing a course rewrite on basic computer training for customer service new hires. You know, logging in, using web access, using the intranet, getting them into the online training they will be inundated with starting their 2nd day.

Which also bring me to the fact that when I walk out of work - work stays behind these doors, I haven't even mentioned to j about all these projects I am working on, probably because I really like the projects so I am not ranting about some idiotic issue. I think the other half of it as I was on the road for 2 weeks, on top of having strep (no sore throat but my tonsils looked really disgusting) and my mouth got all sore it was gross. I felt fine, but I was sick. So being home the last few days taking some antibiotics I am feeling better. it's funny that sometimes you don't even know you were feeling bad. I only felt exhausted and I blamed all of that on the fact I was sleeping in a hotel.

I have been doing some fun shopping in-between flying. I am waiting for my new polymorphe pants to come in, and I am also pricing getting a hat made in latex or buying this beautiful dress from delicia. Rubber ball is less than a month away- so I have to make the decision in the next few days. I adore the dress, but I will probably get more use out of the hat and the top i picked out.

decisions....

i was out in orlando last week at some goth/industrial night with a friend. there is this girl with wings on in the corner. oddly from a distance I glance over, her frame similar to yours. and it passes through my head to wonder how you are and if you are ok. on some level, it occurs to me out of disappointment i never explained to you what i was feeling and why i let so much time and space pass between us. I continue drinking, laughing in a small booth with my friend. Its been an awfully long day at work, and even longer 24 hours of being on the road and i know it is going to be an even longer day tomorrow. teaching a group of people at 9 am is sounding awful and being out just lets me feel young. i haven't been out in months, here and there a fetish event. but i haven't set foot on a dance floor in ages.

sometime after 11, i lost track to time. sometime after 11, I lost track of drinks, and of songs. I do know I am telling my friend mike about you. But it isn't prompted by just a girl in wings. Its prompted by a birthday announcement to the girl in wings who happens to be named raven.

i drink some more. i watch this girl from the corner of my eye wondering why you would be in orlando on a wednesday. and what a bizarre fluke it would be if it were you. and i am here too. and my brain is foggy with rum and the smell of cloves is in the air and i am dancing my heart out on a floor i have never set foot on. meanwhile my friend hears my version of what happened. time passes.

i think i called justin. i don't know if it was while i was at the club, or before i passed out in a hotel or if it was at lunch the next day. i don't know. the drinks come as quickly as i empty them, and i can't drink like i used to. in fact i know this night is something i can't do like i used to. the dj spins, and its nice to be in a place where i am not worried about who i am with, or keeping up an appearances- it's nice to be out. i look around the room filled with hottopic clothing and get a little snooty knowing my corset is custom fit and ordered from SanFran. There's still an element of me. The bitchy aloof girl with expensive taste dressed to the hilt on a Wednesday a 3 hour flight from the fetish scene she is used to. Somewhere between pissing and drinking and dancing again mike nudges me to talk to the girl I think is you. the girl i spent the last 3 hours obessing about, which relly isn't the girl but it is you. at this point it is nearing 2, and i am feeling little pain and and I approach her. The conversation roughly establishes. A. She is not a girl i used to know B. Her birthday is the 3rd not the 7th C. She has never been to NY. D. She spells her name RAYVEN. All of which i knew but on some level i am happy to established this. i am happy to have said happy birthdayto rayven who wasn't born with that name, whose birthday is on the 3rd and has never left orlando. i stumble away, her friends staring at me, my friend drives me back to my hotel, my friend who is my student the next morning in all of 7 hours .

that conversation, drinking and the night made me contemplate writing you. i don't know you anymore. i don't know how you will respond this letter, or if you will respond at all. i don't think we need to rehash what happened or discuss it. i think if we were to do that it should have been done ages ago. so happy birthday and for what is is, i am proud of you going back to school.