I've gone through many a hair stylist and thought I was happy with the Asian salon I've been going to for the past 2 years (yes, my hair is racist; it only wants other Asian people cutting it). But then Chen had to fuck it up and cut my bangs crooked which I had to fix when I got home. A couple of months ago, I was super busy and didn't feel like driving 25 minutes to Chen to screw up again or trying to find a new stylist, but wanted my hair cut NOW. So I busted out the clippers and took 2" off by myself. Yeah, you heard that right. All things considered, I think it came out pretty good.

I've been needing a trim and wanted a REAL cut so I figured as long as I cut my own bangs, Chen can do the rest until I find someone new. Well she was busy yesterday and her co-worker asked if I wanted to wait. I started to, then realized I had no time for that and why in the world was I waiting on someone who fucked up my bangs? I decided to give him a try and boy am I glad I did!

Chen is an older Asian lady in need of some ahem, crunches, or at least new clothes that flatter her body type and takes calls on her cell phone when she cuts my hair, but is otherwise silent. The cell phone thing wasn't bad at first, but got progressively worse the past few times I saw her. On the other hand, Quintin is a young, cute, fit hairless Asian boy who dresses A LOT better. So not only is he easier on the eyes, and not only did he NOT take any calls, (his cell was nowhere to be seen!), but he actually TALKED. And not just rambled about nothing while doing what I asked for either. He had the balls to tell me what was wrong with my hair and made suggestions on how to make it better. And while I know the left side of my hair is thicker than the right, being that I don't look at the back of my head, I had no idea there was THAT much more hair that it made the left side poofier than the right. He thinned it out to balance it out. No one has EVER pointed that out to me before!

At one point he even said in Engrish, "There, I make straight now".

Me: "Aw c'mon. It wasn't that bad".

Him: "When you come in, you look like mental patient".

I don't think I ever tipped so big in my life. I <3 Quintin!

It was a weird evening. There were two, sort of three, parties going on in the same club- industrial being played in one room/the people who stayed after Funkervogt played, a gay night in another room, and the kinksters who came to play sandwiched in between the two rooms. You could hear industrial blaring from one side and a mixture of hip hop and 80's blaring from the other. The music was SO LOUD and it was SO CROWDED in the tiny play space that it killed my mood and that of my masochist friend's and after I was done mingling, he and I just sat around. I didn't even wanna hit the dance floor either.

Theeeeen...

From the gay party room, I heard the first few notes of Lil Jon's "Yeah". I jumped off my chair ran in there to get booty shakin' in a roomful of cute gay boys. When lo and behold, who else did I see from "our" side of the club, but The Baroness ROCKIN IT on the dance floor and her date trying to keep up with her! She was all smiles and welcomed me over and we cut a rug. I guess I wasn't the only one from our side of the club who was a fan of that song! It was totally the highlight of my evening. Haha. :)

This Saturday is Glock Day at my local shooting range. :D





Here's a pic of me from Smith & Wesson Day last fall that I kept meaning to post...



And me with an MP5 from a couple years ago. *sigh* <3 Don't mind the PhotoShop'ed text; it was a joke for a friend. ;)


I have a pic of me from a different Smith & Wesson Day proudly showing off groupings. As soon as I find it, I'll post it. First time shooting a revolver too. I felt like such a cowgirl! LOL.

So I'm back on CollarMe again. Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment? We'll see how it goes this time. I gotta say, FetLife is so much better in terms of format and being able to more accurately describe myself. I like their "Heteroflexible" option. I also like the crowd much better. I can actually read the discussions. Not like the CollarMe crowd which seems to suffer from know-it-all-ism and people who bash others when trying to seek advice.

BTW, tying up friends is fun. :)

I'm dragging my male dom friend to the mall so he can watch me try on dresses. Then I'm tying him up to practice some rope bondage.

Heehee.

I went to Suspension last night and did something awesome. I wore a sari. Yeah I went there. It's been a long time fantasy of mine to wear one in a fetish environment and beat a wayward Indian Hindu boy back on the path of Dharma. I've had my fun with Caucasian converts, but I always wanted a boy who was native to Vedic Dharma. My Dharma friends were always gasping at how wrong that is. Well leave it to me to have warped good intentions. :)

I wasn't there for more than 10 minutes when an Indian boy popped out of nowhere and complimented my outfit. And whaddaya know, he moved here from India some years back and still had a bit of an accent. More importantly, he's a sub. Indian male subs. Wow. I've heard of these rare creatures and I couldn't believe I met one in the flesh and got to play with him. And while he couldn't take much pain (and a loud club atmosphere isn't a place for the kind of dialog that was required to to fulfill my fantasy), I gotta say, his mama raised him right and instilled traditional culture in him because I have never met a man at a play party who was so service oriented. He really wanted to please me before we played. He asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" It was in the most humble voice with humble mannerisms to match. The kind I used to see when I lived in the ashram when boys wait upon their gurus. And I received one of the best foot massages ever. I ended up melting into the sofa. Ironically, Brittany's Spears' song, "Slave" was playing. Haha. And after we played, he asked again, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" and offered more of his massaging services. But all I wanted was a glass of water with no ice and he quickly ran off to fetch it.

As a side note, as I was giving him a spanking, I couldn't help but notice what a round, cute, spankable butt he had. I blurted out, "You have a cute butt!... but I'm sure you hear that a lot".

He turned around and looked over at me with a concerned look on his face, "Are you saying I'm gay and that I've been with men before?!"

Normally I'd use a phobia like that to my advantage, but for once I felt I was doing the ethical thing and just said, "Huh? No. I just mean you have a cute butt and I bet a lot of dommes who spank it have complimented you on it".

He just looked down, calming himself down and said, "Of course. Right. Other dommes I play with".

That's when I knew I just avoided a possible explosion which wasn't my intent, so thank God I didn't go there!

I'm not that innocent.

I've been meaning to join forever, but Miranda's invite is what it took to finally get on board.

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I will be at Stimulate this Saturday and I'm making Xris SMack's birthday cake right now. He wanted something with spikes on it so I after I made some edible spikes, I took a step back and started giggling. They look an awful lot like urethral dilators! I'm going to stab them into the cake so when they come out, they'll be covered in white stuff (icing). I'm going to personally see to it that he licks them all clean. Heeheeheeheehee!

Someone please buy this for me. I want this so I can pelt slaves. Thank you.

So guess how we spent our evening? Her boyfriend came home from work at midnight and we were dancing in the living room in our pajamas belting out 80's songs into the mic. He was in uniform so I had to ask if he was off duty or if he was responding to complaints from the neighbors. Haha.

Uncle Retard is really a piece of work. He’s the typical old annoying macho man who likes to get on your case for fun. Since he hasn’t seen me in YEARS, my vegetarianism and non-Catholic spiritual beliefs are all new to him so he likes to bust on me for that or whatever he can scrounge up. I’m mostly good at putting up with it, but there’s certain things I won’t tolerate. His son came over with his wife and kids and what does Uncle Retard to do his 2 year old granddaughter? Yells at her to make her cry just so he can cuddle her later. He’s always done that and I fucking hate it. I gave him a piece of my mind, told him to stop being an asshole, and said some choice words. I don’t think he expected me to speak my mind like that. I barely got here and we've already butted heads several times.

Another time was when Aunty Diane and I got home "late" at 6:45 pm. We had been gone since noon- mind you, she came to get me on her lunch break and 3 hours of that time was her dropping me off to do shopping while she went back to work, and about 2 hours of that was spent at Leigh's other sister's house. So we were hardly running wild on the streets and so what if we were? I got in the house first and Uncle Tard felt the need to interrogate me asking where the fuck we had been all day. Um, excuse me? No one speaks to me like that! I basically told him that Diane is a grown woman who doesn't need to explain her whereabouts and basically to shut the fuck up.

Tonight, we had a ladies night out with Aunty Diane, Leigh, and Leigh’s eldest sister at the only bar in town. Of course we had to lie about where we were going or else Retard wouldn't let Diane out of the house. We said we were going out to dinner. I guess he was too stupid to notice that she and I already ate dinner. LOL@U, Uncle Retard! The band played covers, mostly of contemporary Hawaiian songs. It was so small town, I was bored out of my skull, yet intrigued at the same time. I’m sleeping at Leigh’s house for a few days that she shares with her cop boyfriend. I’m in the guest room right now staring at his cop uniforms and hat in the closet. I told Leigh I wanna play dress up and she has to take pics. She said ok. HAHA!

I flew to the Big Island a yesterday and I’m staying with my Aunty Diane (my mom’s sister) and her husband, Uncle Retard. Just so you know what I’m dealing with, let me explain Uncle Retard. Simply put, he’s Portuguese. And the Portuguese are the Pollocks of Hawaii. We don’t have Pollack jokes; we have Portuguese jokes which are exactly the same as Pollock jokes. Somehow in immigrating here, the Portuguese race lost many, many brain cells and unfortunately, this rubbed off on Aunty Diane and their four children. Mixed with the feisty Filipino and Chinese blood from our side of the family, they make for a rather entertaining bunch. Despite that, Diane is my favorite Aunty and her daughter, Leigh, is my favorite cousin. And Uncle Retard? Well, more on him later.


( Read more about 'sok sok'-ing with cucumbers.... )

Staying with my stepdad hasn't been good internet wise. I had "ok" internet connection when I first got here (stolen from the neighbor, heehee), then it got worse and worse. Finally it got so bad that I couldn't stay on for longer than 5 - 10 seconds at a time so I just gave up. That just left me to use his computer which naturally I didn't want anything non-vanilla on there. Though because he is not a man of the modern age, his computer is ancient and constantly crashes, so even my vanilla internet needs couldn't always be met. I tried using my laptop in the laundry room where the connection was better, but one of the evil owners of the building got on my case because I had it plugged in and "the outlets aren't for public use". Oh I guess my stepdad's ass raping condo fees don't cover 10 minutes of me having my laptop plugged in while I wait for my clothes to come out of the dryer. Lugging my HEAVY laptop, I even walked a mile to the closest cafe that advertised "free wifi" only to find out that it wasn't free, but $1/hour which I could only pay for with a credit card. And of course, naturally, I didn't think to bring my wallet, but just shoved $5 bill in my pocket for a smoothie.

But that has now changed, at least for today, for I am now visiting one of my (many billions of) cousins where internet access is plentiful! The "downside" to staying here is that I'm on the "cold" side of island and being that it's winter, it's a whopping 70 degrees at night. I have to wear socks to bed! And yes, of course now that I have internet connection and everyone went to bed and I finally have time to myself to catch up on the kink, I am tired and going to crash now. But one thing before I go off to sleep, I'm going to a Tahitian dance class next Tuesday!

I got the most awesome flight ever with an 11 hour layover in Seattle allowing me to not only visit an old friend of mine (who had vegan donuts waiting for me!), but sleep for 4 hours and break up the otherwise long and miserable flight. So it was only part miserable since from Philadelphia to Seattle, I got to sit in front of a couple who had their loud screaming spawn with them. I'm not kidding; he screamed for about half of the 6 hour flight! I wanted to duct tape his mouth then spank his parents. There was another little boy on the plane and his parents were doing a fine job of keeping him engaged and quiet. God bless them.

I've spent the past two days walking around everywhere getting re-acquainted with Honolulu. It's so nice to be in shorts and a t-shirt. As long as I've been away, I never acclimated to having seasons, especially winter. I was at Wal-Mart and noticed they had a small hula supply section and took a look. They had cheapy poi balls for $5 and I almost bought them. I have an older cousin who was a Tahitian dancer and she also studied other Polynesian dance and somehow poi is stuck in there (even though it's from New Zealand which is obviously not a part of Polynesia, but became popular here). She and her sister taught me to spin poi when I was about 3 or 4. I decided to pick it up again, but went to a professional hula supply store to get better poi balls. The ceilings here aren't high enough to really get into it, but after a couple of tries, I was rockin' it! I'm taking my poi balls outside tomorrow and I'm gonna rock it!

I'm going to be joining a local Domme in a few sessions tomorrow then an old friend who I've known since Kindergarten is picking me up at 9 and taking me to Drag Show Night at the gay/tranny club he spins at. Then on Saturday, I'm going to a play party. I think snorkeling is planned for Monday morning, but more on that later. :)

I've decided to start cross-posting some of the things I post on DomBoss in my journal, so here is the first installment....

A friend of mine said something that reminded me of this story so I just thought I'd share....

When I was little, my mom used to discipline me with whacks on the butt with our bamboo rice paddle. And every time she'd start to get mad, I'd taunt her in mock horror, "UH OH! Are you going to get THE RICE PADDLE?!?!?!" and start singing my rice paddle song, "RICE PADDLE, RICE PADDLE! RICE RICE RICE PADDLE!" while shaking my butt at her and running off to hide. Sometimes she would get tired so I'd find her and taunt her again. I loved seeing her lose control of herself and give in to anger and not be able to act on it. But sometimes she'd catch me and did act on it and boy did it hurt! She definitely broke a few rice paddles on my butt! Each time, until the broken one was replaced with a new one, my purist older brother (who was about 12 back then) would dramatically stare into the rice cooker at dinner time and angrily wonder out loud how in the world he was going to get the rice out of the rice cooker and onto his plate. I would tell him to use a spoon and he'd freak out for me suggesting such a thing because using a serving spoon was for HAOLES (gasp!!!) and I'd remind him that we are part haole (not much, but there's no use denying it). It would send him into a rage and he would start screaming at me that if it wasn't for me being bad, he could properly scoop his rice out. It made him so upset that just to calm him down, my mom bought him his own plastic ice cream scoop that would never break- since perfect round domes of rice are very Japanese, thereby making it a form of Asian and acceptable to him. After she broke more wooden rice paddles, she stopped buying them and we just stuck with the ice cream scoop.

Of course when the day came when it was time for my butt to get beat again and the threat was delivered, I just had to ask my mom, "Hahaha! What are you going to do? SCOOP ME TO DEATH? BAHAHAHAHA!" Which of course lead to more Rice Paddle Song singing and butt shaking. Hehehehe.

Yep, a new one has found his way into my tangled web. I just got in from our little "get to know you" dinner which took an unexpected turn. Over dinner, I gave him little teases of my brand of amusement and by the time we reached the ice cream parlor for dessert, he had turned into such a pathetic little whore! :O Even though he normally doesn't like public humiliation (or so he CLAIMS), he was begging me to degrade him with something golden. It had to be worth my time so after whore came back from the ATM, I had a cone shaped paper cup (that the ice cream parlor has on the counter for free water), except it wasn't filled with water, hehehehe. I poured half over the rest of his ice cream. I commented that it was yellow like pineapple topping. After he was done, I gave him the cup so he could wash it down.

And how funny...
Just yesterday I was telling friends how I was in need of some cheering up and at the top of my list was an ice cream date to that particular place and I wanted someone to torment as I ate ice cream. The Fetish Gods sure were smiling upon me today!