Blue (the bad kitty) has a fetish for drinking water out of other people's mugs.
I haven't been revealing in all the projects I've been working on mainly because I'm super-superstitious when it comes to what might happen vs. what will happen. But I figured since I'm not writing a lot on the blog, I might as well write about what's going down at the loveshack (that's the name of the Internet connection where me and my man live).
Okay. In November the first movie that I co-wrote and produced will come out. It's an adult video being released by Adam & Eve, and I'm totally psyched about the project (oh, and I apologize if you've heard this all before). It was directed by Candida Royalle - legendary woman and friend and couple's friendly adult film director, and it's called "Under the Covers." I have a role in it. My name is Morticia, and while, no I don't have sex, you get to see my white-as-Casper-the-friendliest-of-ghosts butt cheeks. Plus I play a really good bitch. Fuck you - it IS a far stretch.
(Just an aside, as I type this some woman in my neighborhood is singing opera, and she can hit some rather high notes. That might mean that she gives deep head. Singers, you know, with their straight posture have the capacity to take things down the throat farther).
I just finished my first book for Quiver Press. It's slated to come out June 1, 2007. The title "Women Loving Women," is supposed to appeal to straight women who want to try playing around with other women. I'm sure that's not all that it will appeal to, but I'm happy to have my first book under my belt. Well, the first edit of my first book anyway. I'm writing a proposal for a second book. I think there will be a lot of back and forth before I know if it's accepted, but it is something I've been working on these past few days.
Next, I'm hoping to land a deal with a major adult label to do my first line of How-to-Videos. The deals not sealed yet, and that means it could fall through the cracks, but there's interest, and I'm definitely interested, and it's going forward, and that's a really, really good thing. I don't want to say anything else until I have the contract. Especially since I'm super-superstitious.
I'm reading on September 20th at Rachel Kramer Bussel's "In the Flesh" Reading Series. That makes me happy. I don't know what I'm reading yet, but I know that I AM reading. The night is called Revenge of the Sex Columnists. Come out and enjoy with me. That makes me think about the sex advice I gave to a guy who wanted to have a threesome with his brother and his wife...hmm...I'm also planning on attending tomorrow night's "In the Flesh" festivities.
I'm leaving town on Friday. Yeah, I've said that before, but I'll say it again. Looking forward to spending almost the next three weeks getting the fuck out of dodge. Not sure what that means exactly, I know it's a famous quote or something like that, but that's how I feel.
When I get back I plan on updating my site. An actual links page, new, fresh advice (I just wrote some columns that will come out in the next few weeks and then I'll post them on the site), updated podcasts - things like that. Plus I plan on starting some new projects as well (see above, and below).
I'm not going to tell you all about the new projects mostly because I don't know what they are yet, and a little bit because I don't want to blow my load all in one blog.
But I'm here..for the most part..for the next two and a half days. I won't be bringing any liquids on the plane (does having to pee count as actually bringing liquids on the plane?), and I'm not sure if I can even bring food to the airport..which kind of sucks, because food is so expensive and the airline I'm flying doesn't have any of the good stuff - yeah, I know, not sure what the good stuff is.
I'm detoxing, sort of. Only drinking lemon and water or green tea, and I've been doing this since last Thursday. It feels good to get some of the party girl out of my system. I'm planning on hanging in here until I GTFOOD (See reference four paragraphs up).
Now here's the Too Much Information part (FAMILY STOP READING NOW)
I MEAN IT..NOW
DON'T GO ANY FURTHER IF YOU KNEW ME BEFORE I WAS TEN....
I cried after sex the other day. It was strange. Unfamiliar. Liberating and sad. I wasn't sure why I was crying except that the sickest thought crossed in my mind. It wasn't the thought itself that was sick, but the fact that I was having the thought. I thought about my grandmother and how lonely she's been since my grandfather died. And I thought about how I had told her the night before the day I was having sex, that I just wanted her to be happy, and keep living - at least as long as she was truly alive. And I thought about her all alone, in her bed, without my grandfather, who she slept with almost every day for over 58 years. So I called her right after sex. Sex that was hot because we did it in a different position than we had ever done before. And all I could think about was my grandmother.
Sex and grandmothers. Not such a good mix. Wouldn't you agree?
Posted by jamye at August 15, 2021 05:19 PM