Banned

I missed posting that the week of September 25 was banned book week.

So here’s a list of books that were challenged to be banned. And of course the reasons why.

 

1) “And Tango Makes Three,” by Justin Richardson/Peter Parnell

Reasons: Anti-Ethnic, Sexism, Homosexuality, Anti-Family,

Religious Viewpoint, Unsuited to Age Group

 

2) The Chocolate War,” by Robert Cormier

Reasons: Sexually Explicit, Offensive Language,

Violence

 

3) “Olive’s Ocean,” by Kevin Henkes

Reasons: Sexually Explicit and Offensive Language

 

4) “The Golden Compass,” by Philip Pullman

Reasons:  Religious Viewpoint

 

5) “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” by Mark Twain

Reasons:  Racism

 

6) “The Color Purple,” by Alice Walker

Reasons: Homosexuality, Sexually Explicit, Offensive

Language

 

7) “TTYL,” by Lauren Myracle

Reasons: Sexually Explicit, Offensive Language, Unsuited to Age Group

 

) “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” by Maya Angelou

Reasons:  Sexually Explicit

 

9) “It’s Perfectly Normal,” by Robie Harris

Reasons:  Sex Education, Sexually Explicit

 

10) “The Perks of Being A Wallflower,” by Stephen Chbosky

Reasons:  Homosexuality, Sexually Explicit, Offensive

Language, Unsuited to Age Group

 

For more information on book challenges and censorship, visit the ALA Office of Intellectual Freedom’s Banned Books Web site at www.ala.org/bbooks.

 

Until next time Perverts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feedback

From some of the blogs I read it seems like the polyamorous crew are having a hard time at it.

These young kids are all trying it, and making a mess of things, it is rather entertaining to read though. Now don’t get me wrong I read some blogs for the content, the author just so happens to be in this new trend. I have to admit I usually skip or don’t read about post on this subject, it’s boring.

But this week the reading has been nothing but the trails and tribulations of being “poly.”

 

Like D/s with me I had no clue when I was in a relationship with my boy and my girl it was called polyamorous. I thought like D/s, this is what I like and either you were with it or not. I was upfront about what the rules were and it was not something that took all that much work. Every one knew their role/place and that was that. My best day now being single is much better then the days the poly bloggers are having. Ah, good times. J

 

On another note this week a few folks I know and I were goofing off, yes I’m goofy at times, I don’t take myself that serious. We’re hanging out in a porn shop, yeah New York still has a few, and we started talking about porn names.

One’s name is Girth Brooks, the other is Anaconda Jones, or Puss McGee depending on what I have no clue, while the other one’s name is Dick Thunder. But they all looked at each other when I said I wanted a porn name. They said the name had to fit the crime and since I “swing” both ways plus have a gay man persona, I might need three names. So this was going to take some time. I’m looking forward to it. Anyone got any suggestion?

 

Until next time Perverts

Get your porn on and send me some suggestions

 

Happiness Is…

I went to TES to see Lady M present on demystifying the single tail. Imagine my surprise on finding out that she would not be able to present. So there was a substitute teacher as it were, which wasn’t bad. Lolita graciously stepped in. The demo went well; hey it was a single tail demo. I had wished it was a bit more on hands, but maybe it was best that it wasn’t since I did have anyone to hit. But a gal can dream.  

 

After a few of us went out to eat, got to love New York, went to tick tock and I have to say it’s not what it use to be. Service was lousy, I think the waiter thought he was funny, but he wasn’t and he got not one but two of our simple orders wrong. And when I say simple I mean simple, two eggs over hard, not easy and French fries, not sweet potato fries. And if that wasn’t bad enough when Lady Sabrina asked for sweet and low for her ice tea, he told her to stick her finger in. Like I said he thought he was funny. I wanted to slap the shit out of him, but Lady Sabrina said we were ladies and didn’t do that. I kept telling her I was a different kind of lady and that slapping him might get him in line and better service.

 

This got us talking about guys who give no thought to what they say.

Like when they walk up to a woman they don’t know a call her mistress.

When they say they have no limits.

When they say they’ll do anything.

When they say they are into service, but what they really mean is they want to eat some pussy.

When they are asked a question and say what ever make you happy.

Believe it or not this is my favorite line. It’s really the little things with me. I’m simple, so what makes me happy are the little things. So here’s a list of things that would make me happy:

Look at every episode of Xena warrior princes and report back to me what the lesbian hype was about.

Pay my rent for a year or two. And while you’re at it, do my food shopping, house cleaning and cook my meals. Take me shopping at DeMask, I love latex.

 

Before Hellfire closed my sister and I went to have a night of debauchery, which could always be found there. A guy walks up to us and asks mistress can I get you any thing? Right there was his first mistake, but we gave him a pass while still correcting him. I’m no ones mistress. When I ask why he’s here he says, he’s her to do whatever he can to make us happy. Well, me being me and my sister being her. I say “hey sis lets get the jumper cables out the car attach one end to the battery, the end to his balls and start the car?” Her eyes light up, yeah let’s do that. We start to get real excited about the idea. All of the blood left his face and he was totally white. Out of concern we asked if he was alright. “You still want to make us happy right?” I asked to which he replied, we were to hard core for him. He excused himself and my sister and I laughed so hard we almost peed on ourselves. The woman at the bar hearing our conversation, joked saying we were trouble. But she too was laughing.

 

What really makes me happy is a gentleman who has thought out/worked out what he’s looking for in his life.

 

Until next time Perverts

Laugh and the world laughs with you or at you.

The Gods Must Be Crazy

I have been working my ass off, so thank the Goddess I have plenty of it. I haven’t done much on the web. My “blog” quite, contributing to kinky sex links. I’ve only had time to post a response to DL King’s post. Email? Not answered, if folks who have my number call me I might have time for a quick chat. I knew there was a problem or something awry when I said to someone, “I’ve set aside time Sunday evening to return phone calls and answer emails.” I need more then a house boy I need a secretary.

One friend of mine left a message on my phone, threatening to come over to my place and kick my ass, if I didn’t call him back. I still haven’t returned his call. And I’m still waiting for that ass whipping. This evening I wanted to go to TES to meet the newly elected candidates and maybe get involved with some of the groups, since all positions are open. But my body was telling me to go home get some rest. If I had gone I might have become a chair person which would have added to my already full plate right now. I hate committing to something and not being able to follow through. Those damn work ethic.

 

It wouldn’t be too bad if I had a car, or at the very least someone to drive me around, but I don’t. So, my unlimited metro card and the MTA have been best friends. I’ll drag in make a turkey and cheese sandwich; hit the shower and the bed to sleep, perchance to dream. This in itself is difficult since I suffer form insomnia. Oh yeah, the life of a femdomme is wonderful.

 

I do think I have a health balance though. I committed to the ONYX PEARLS NE, I make it a point to support the dominant women’s submissive men’s group at TES. This month Lady M will be demystifying the single tail, which I think get a bad rap. I may bring mine, if I remember. And trampling will be happening at the end of the month as well. Got to go for that, nothing like stepping all over a guy, or gal. I’ve mentioned that I want to volunteer for New York Leather Weekend, got to send an email out about that. I’m a representative for my union local, and last but certainly not lest I have my spiritual commitments which keep me busy. I’m also looking for another job. Which as anyone whose looking knows is a full time job in itself. So I’m a bit tiered and impressed that I could find the energy to even write this.

Oh, and I almost forgot, I’m working on starting a blog about food and art.

 

But hey, Sunday’s coming and I’ve set some time aside.

 

The God’s must be crazy? Or my Aquarian is showing, maybe both?  

Until next time Perverts-Keep an health balance

Rope

I have nothing to really write about today, so I sat around to figure out how to work, my new phone. I’m rather faithful to products that have staying power with me. I’ve been with the same phone company for over ten years, and in that time changed to a new phone only three times. This also may say something about why I’m submissive challenged right now. No one has staying power.

So tackling the manual for the phone, I figured out how to upload the pictures on it. Hey, I’m a femdomme, not a phone guru.

Until next time Perverts

Enjoy

 

A Contest

If you like contest, and I know you do. Check out the contest going on over at kinkysexlinks. You’ll win something fun and get you’re read on as well.

 

Until next time Perverts

The Art Of Conversation

How odd that my 100th post would be about how I don’t suck dick.

I hadn’t even realized it until today. I woke up thinking about how things were and how they are now. I know things change, and I’m really trying to look for the benefit in the changes.

I know that for all my life I will be labeled two things that will always follow me until the day I die.

1 I’m of African decent (here in American that means I’m Black).

And

2. I’m a Woman.

That is what the world sees. Anything else, the world wants to know about me will have to  begin with a conversation. I think the art of meeting someone and having a conversation is being lost. I was recently introducted to someone. by a friend who thought I might enjoy. They have a thing for canes as do I.

My friend used our names in her introductions. Then this funny thing happened which I’m seeing more and more. The young lady went on to (for lasck of a better term) reintroduce herself. She starts to list all these things about herself.

She’s polyamorous, a top to somebody ( I didn’t get his name) and bottoms to someone else( I didn’t get her name) she’s a bondage and cane slut (whaterver that is?) and she’s into latex, leather and someother things I was not really listening. Oh, and she’s a boi to …

This went on for a good five minutes, okay maybe less, but they are miuntes I will never get back. When her lips finally stopped moving I joked, ”you forgot to mention if you’re left or right handed?”

She didn’t find it funny, she explained that she was just telling me about herself, introducing herself.

But, that’s just it, more and more it seems to me that people in the “scene” don’t introduce themselves they advertise. What ever happened to finding out about someone through conversation.We already knew something about each other, since the person that originally introduced us told each of us that she wanted to introduce us to one another, we have something in common. That something was canes.

But after hearing the list, do I really want to take the time to get to know her?

The fact that she used polyamorous in that list. Well, that a different post. 

I really wanted to and that may be my lost. While sitting with the girls, I sat silent, just listening to her talk about her life, which was the list. I kept telling myself talk to her, say something. But I can’t help but wonder who and or why does she have this list/lable for herself?

Which made me think of Alexandre Dumas’ great line in the story The Man In The Iron Mask. ”I wear the mask, the mask does not wear me.”

Until next time Perverts