May 20, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Here’s a behind the scenes shot from the video shoot I did with Tantus. It was all fun and games until I hit the mic while spinning a dildo over my head! But it’s hard to stop me once I get started.
May 14, 2013 § 5 Comments
May 13, 2013 § 1 Comment
…every where I go. That’s my job.
Have a hole? I can fill it. Need vibration? You’ll find it where ever I am.
I travel the best sex shops. And I am sponsored by the best toy makers…
So not only did Aneros give us all this stuff to raffle off while touring… Tantus shipped a big box of Little Secret Vibes, Super Soft C-Rings and butt plugs! Sliquid has a box on the way too! Most of my events have raffles. So please come get some of this fun!
May 12, 2013 § 11 Comments
I recently stumbled onto the tale of Mary MacLane, a Midwestern girl, who at the age of 19, published a bestselling confessional memoir. (I Await the Devil’s Coming, 1902) She stormed the world, selling books and filling auditoriums nationwide.
People were both intrigued and outraged with her professed love of Napoleon, the devil, and admittance of being bisexual and a feminist well before it’s time. Much to my enjoyment Mary once said, “I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.” And with that statement, I must agree.
Then there is Mark Twain, rightly dubbed “The Father of American Literature,” he toured almost his whole life to make ends meet. And he once said, “If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And if it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first.” I know that makes no sense at all, but he did actually say it. I just wanted to see if you were paying attention.
So what is my point you may ask? Like many writers before me, I’m touring my tail off! And I am thrilled to be on the road. So please take note, as I may be in your town soon.
I would love to have your support as I meander my way around North America, because for as much fun as I do have on the road, it can be a ruthless way to make a living.
On those hard days when I feel every bump along the way, I think of all the writers and performers before me who did this same job. We bring words and thoughts and experiences from town to town. That’s our job. But without you, our work is meaningless.
So I thank you in advance for supporting me and any other artist you may enjoy, love or admire.
WHAT CAN YOU DO?
- Meet me. I would love to meet you. I’m just a real person who happens to wear really high heels. Get a ticket. Come say hello.
- Bring me Orangina. I love that stuff! It’s orange and rhymes with vagina. Sort of.
- Tell people I am coming to town. Post on your facebook or twitter. Link to my tour page. Tell people why you like what I do.
- If you are a blogger, please blog about me. I will cross pollinate with you and share you with my world as well. I’m happy to do an interview and provide photos if you need them.
- If you write for a newspaper or host a radio show, or know someone who does perhaps you will write about me or have me on your show. Here is my press kit.
May 12, 2013 § 3 Comments
My mom died when I was 13 years old. And I amazed how my relationship with her continues to grow and change.
After she committed suicide I distanced myself from her in my heart. She was not a memory but a source of living pain. How she could have let her schizophrenia and addiction get so out of control? I could not understand.
I wanted to understand and tried to understand. I just could not.
I was too young to understand that it was not her fault. After all, I thought she was the strongest woman in the world. How could she let this happen?
She had been in and out of addiction and mental health treatment centers for months while I was passed around in foster homes. Her need for help and my need for help were a source of embarrassment for me. I used make jokes to anyone who knew where she was about coo-coo farms and loony bins. But mostly I said nothing at all.
When she died I said even less. The embarrassment instantly subsided and the pain took over. For years. I was hard as cement. My only passing thoughts of my mom were those that were triggered by bad memories. Memories of abuse. Her deeply sadistic ways of controlling me as a child. Luckily for me, time does heal and i become softer with each year.
She was 39 when she died. I remember when I reached that landmark year. Part of me wondered what a woman is supposed to look like or do after 39? I am still figuring it out. But I have new perspective for my dear mum. By my age my mother had four children. She had been married four times. She had spent her years juggling all of that and her illness and addiction. Damn.
And so our relationship continues to grow, even though she is no longer here.
A few years ago I was roaming around in a high-end furniture shop in New York City. Furniture is interesting to me because my mom used to build and rebuild furniture for a living. She was a self-taught upholsterer. But on this day I had a sudden rush, a realization, and a wash of memories of my mom.
I was just standing in front of a piece of furniture. Something hand stitched by an artist with a price tag in the tens of thousands of dollars. I thought back to the furniture my mother used to make.
My mom got to the point where she was building the frames and all by hand. I would watch her buy raw materials like wood, foam, fabric, thread and see her craft a couch. I would think it was magic if I did not see it with my own eyes.
In this high end shop I looked at the expensive couch in front of me and realized my mother could do anything I saw in that store and do it better. She never had a chance.
She was a highly creative artist. She was incredible.
And so i continue to stumble upon gifts she gave me. Like my sewing machine. She did not give it to me, but the day I got it I was really excited to learn how to use it. The funny thing was – the very first moment I sat down in front of it, I threaded the needle and just started sewing. Little did I know I had spent so many years with my mom as she used her industrial sewing machine that I already knew how to sew. It was simply in me. A gift from my mom.
She also loved music. She wrote poems.
I think the most surprising gift was the day my brother (another gift from my mom) hand delivered a newspaper clipping for me. It was something his grandmother had saved for nearly 30 years. All yellowed. It was a poem my mother had written and published in the local newspaper. She published it as a thank you to the small Minnesota town that had given her support while I was in the hospital for a year, surviving my many surgeries to correct my birth defects. It was a poem about me.
She’s watching all that you say and do
‘weighing, surveying the world and you…
and absorbing more than you might surmise…
My Golden Girl with the searching eyes.
The cocoon of childhood protects her still…
With dreams to which she retreats at will…
But has she the treasures to take their place
when tomorrow’s world is hers to face?
Give her the gift with the lift of wings…
the love of beautiful things.
I think her wish came true. I see beauty every where I turn. Thank you mom.
May 8, 2013 § Leave a Comment
You gave me all your love and I gave you everything I had to give.
Now I am off to spend the night with New York City.
May 6, 2013 § 9 Comments
Never had an orgasm? Want to learn how to orgasm more easily with a partner? Want to orgasm from penetration alone? What to expand your orgasms so the are bigger, longer, deeper and more badass? I can help.
I’ll be doing like presentations on the female orgasm, including Q&As and toy raffles! You are very much invited.
May 8: Toronto, ON
May 15: New york, NY
May 18: Reno, NV
May 23: Ventura, CA
May 26: San Francisco, CA
May 28: Santa Cruz, CA
May 31: San Jose, CA
June 2: Portland, OR
June 4: Seattle, WA
June 13: Tempe, AZ
July 16: Baltimore, MD
Full tour details are listed here.
May 6, 2013 § Leave a Comment
You may know by now that I am touring long and hard and deep. Just like you like it. I’m still rolling the streets of Toronto. I have three more nights of teaching here. Then I get a quick stop in NYC and then I jet over to the west coast!