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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Current mood: annoyed

When I was in high school, a number of kids had MIA bracelets. Those wearing them told me that the idea was they would wear the bracelet until the soldier named on the bracelet was located.

I thought this was pretty impressive that these teenagers were committing to possibly wearing the bracelet their whole lives if this MIA soldier never turned up. Later I wasn’t so impressed as one by one these kids stopped wearing their bracelets… even though the MIA hadn’t been located.

Around 1990, the Rocky Horror cast I was in, went to a Rocky Horror convention. At one point we were in a large meeting room with many other casts, for the purpose of organizing the casts before the convention show. Sal Piro, a gay guy who’s likely the highest-profile RHPS fan of all time, was running the meeting. He stood up and told us that he was wearing a red ribbon for AIDs, and he was going to wear this ribbon every day until a cure for AIDs was found, and he wanted all of us to pledge to wear a ribbon too. The room was mostly full of impressionable teenagers and young adults, and they all filed up there and very seriously took a ribbon from Sal and pinned it onto their clothes.

My cast sat there and refused to go up and get ribbons. We stated that we didn’t believe that everyone in the room was making a serious pledge. We didn’t believe everyone was going to honor their vow to wear the ribbon until a cure for AIDs was found. We felt these were mock vows, that the flippancy of this behavior was disrespectful to the seriousness of AIDs and the plight of AIDs victims.

Of course everybody in the room got really, really mad at us.

I’m certain none of you are surprised to hear that soon after that, I saw new photos of Sal Piro and — ta da — no AIDs ribbon on his shirt any more. What an ass. And if you look at recent pictures of him, no AIDs ribbon either.

And I’ll bet all his little followers there stopped wearing their ribbon soon after they left that convention.

So… looking back on these two memories….

I don’t know how people can step up and do something symbolic and say “This act symbolizes how serious this issue is, and symbolizes how deeply I care” — and then throw that symbol in the garbage. Don’t they understand that they’re being dickwads — that their behavior disses these causes, instead of honoring them?

Sunday, January 20, 2008
Current mood: nostalgic

[this entry includes responses that were received via MySpace]

I came of age in the pre-Brookstone pre-Sharper Image pre-Spencer Gifts era. You couldn’t go to the mall and buy a vibrator. There weren’t any there. So if you were a horny lonely young lady, you had to improvise in finding sex toys.

One thing I tried was an empty liquor bottle. Turns out it wasn’t /completely/ empty, which I figured out when the final drop of liquor landed on my labia. OWWWWWWWWWWW

I had a little sculpture bird, kinda round li’l body, a neck/head I could grip, I think it was glass. This little bird was about the right size for play so I tried it. Not so bad when you don’t have anything else… until the day I lost my grip and the little bird went to nest in there and I couldn’t get it out! PANIC! I couldn’t get my hand in, so it was a matter of frantic, violent finger-shoving to try to locate and retrieve the little birdie. After I recovered it (whew!) I was no longer in the mood. LOL

I had one long taper candle on my shelf which I eventually employed. I had to put a plastic bag over it because of course, one doesn’t want wax bits to come off in there. The candle worked well, but over time, the heat of my body added a curve to the “business end” of the candle. I got nervous that eventually someone was going to figure out why the candle was curved.

Finally Spencer Gifts came to our local mall, with its handy-dandy vibrator selection, and I didn’t have to rely on household items anymore. Whew!

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Duct Tape Messiah

interesting to say the least…. humans are funny critters

Posted by Duct Tape Messiah on Sunday, January 20, 2008 at 7:26 PM

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Little man

Hmmmm your bit of writing here has got me to thinking.
maybe “man” wasn’t the first one to discover tools.
smooth rock any one?
LOL take care
Little man

Posted by Little man on Monday, January 21, 2008 at 10:05 AM

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Richard

I saw TV’s Dr. Drew on a talk show, saying that he confiscated all of Mary Carey’s toys when she went into rehab so that they wouldn’t distract her. I would guess that you would be against that.

On the thought of the bird getting stuck in you, I tried to find an old website that showed X-Rays of various objects that hospitals had to remove from people who were sexually experimenting with their orifices. I couldn’t find it. The closest I came to was a site that linked to it, but the link was dead.

Posted by Richard on Sunday, February 03, 2008 at 7:12 AM

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Animal Instinct

I remember a time before the internet when the only way to find BDSM related photos (yours included, Lorelei) was to drive four hours to a much larger city and go to an ADULT bookstore. They had perhaps one or two different titles and they were usually overpriced compared to all the other categories of magazine.

Now, for a meager sum, a cornucopia of delightful perversity parades through my home. America, what a country. I love it!

Posted by Animal Instinct on Wednesday, February 06, 2008 at 2:08 AM

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Domanick

I don’t think it would be impolite to suggest using a nice E-BATH with warm soapy H2O. in the tube with your fav tickler.

Posted by Domanick on Wednesday, February 13, 2008 at 2:51 PM

Sunday, January 20, 2008
Current mood: thoughtful

First time I had a crush:
I was a faithful little girl. From kindergarten to 5th grade, I had a crush on a cute kid named Brian.

First serious crush (at that age you think you’re in love, but as an adult you look back and see two different levels of “love”):
12 years old or so. A friend of my sister’s came to the house to say bye to her. She wasn’t home. We hung out, spent several great hours together, I got my first romantic kiss, and then the next day he moved to Brazil. Misery!

First time I had a boyfriend:
13 years old, soon after I got breasts. After a few weeks, he broke up with me because I wouldn’t go to 3rd base.

First time I had an orgasm:
15 years old, in my brother’s closet (he had a cot in there) with a guy I met at music camp. He moved down to do cunnilingus and I was so turned on that he was willing to do that, that I came right when he got there. LOL! I even passed out from it.

First time I had sex:
16 years old, in the family’s Volvo, in the winter, inside a sleeping bag, with a Chinese-American musician. I think I rushed this stage a bit because after my first encounter with cunnilingus, I hadn’t found anybody else interested in doing it. I was noticing at that age that if you don’t have sex, guys ask for blow jobs, yet for some reason most of them don’t offer to reciprocate. I assumed that if you’re in a complete sexual relationship — having sex — that oral sex comes with the package. In my case this did turn out correct, but, I didn’t have any more orgasms. Bummer!

First time I had a girlfriend:
17 years old. The physical part didn’t last long, but I stayed friends with Terrie for many years after that. In fact, she’s the dyke gal you see in one of my first Bondage Life photos. It’s a black and white pic, she’s lying on a sofa, blindfolded, chains on her. Some people thought that pic was of a guy.

First time I seriously “fell in love”:
17 years old. We were together for about a year but most of it was rocky. It ended rather badly too. But he emailed me many years later, and we smoothed things over. I think it’s kinda nice as an adult to be able to get back in touch with people and do mutual apologies and settle the ol’ “we were young and stupid” thing.

First time I was in an orgy:
I don’t remember my age. Our little social group (nicknamed “The Commune”) had several group-sex things during my high school years. (There wasn’t a lot of parent presence at my house when I was a teen.)

First time with two guys:
21 or 22? My boyfriend of the time had a bi buddy who was interested in him. My boyfriend couldn’t work up any interest in a guy/guy encounter so he suggested a threesome instead. I had a very good time with this but since the guy was from out of town, we never got around to doing it again. Incidentally it takes a tremendous amount of work, patience, time, and physical arranging to get two cocks into one pussy. It doesn’t become a “sexy” moment until you’ve gotten all the technical stuff figured out. (I think we were fortunate that the friend was undersized because even as it was, I had some difficulties.)

First time consented to anal sex:
22 or so. We understood how to do it so it wouldn’t hurt me, and he was happy. But I just don’t find the idea sexy, so I haven’t done it since.

First time I orgasmed from sex:
23 or so, but this was an anomaly and hasn’t happened since. I come from very specific types of clitoral stimulation that are near-impossible to combine with fucking.

First time tied up during sex:
24. Even as into bondage as I am, it still was kinda scary — so we just did hands-in-front.

First time orgasmed tied up:
24. Hee

First time I figured out how to masturbate by hand:
I was dependent on vibrators for many years. I read a lot of stupid articles and books and advice about how to masturbate by hand, but none of it ever worked. I finally figured out how to do myself “au naturale” when I was about 30 years old.

First time I had multiple orgasms:
When I was in my early 30s, I think it was? It was just one of those things that simply happened (right time right place right everything, thanks Jon!) but I haven’t had another multiple-event like that since. But that’s okay, sequential orgasms are fun — I can generally manage them several minutes apart.

Well, looking back over this list, it’s funny that so many of my “firsts” were things that I only did once in my life. But it’s just nice to experience something and know what it was like, right? As long as I can keep repeating the tied-up-for-sex and tied-up-for-orgasms stuff, I’m happy.

Friday, January 18, 2008
Current mood: anticipating
Category: anticipating Movies, TV, Celebrities

Today I’m going to go see Sweeney Todd again.

I thought I would give some advice to anyone who plans to see this wonderful film.

If you buy any food at the concessions stand, eat it before the movie starts. You won’t be in the mood during the film.

lol!

Thursday, January 17, 2008
Current mood: loopy

5 days ago I woke up with a stiff neck I couldn’t turn… thought I’d slept wrong… well after 5 days I knew I can’t possibly be sleeping THAT wrong every time, lol

Went to the chiropractor and he said my alignment was off in a weird way that hasn’t happened before. Hmm, haven’t done any unusual bondage positions lately…

Anyway back pills make me loopy, so now I can’t focus and can’t get any work done.

Just sitting here stoned. Sigh….

Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Current mood: relaxed

[this blog post includes replies that were received via MySpace]

A Hobby is an Addiction when “polite” “mainstream” “society” doesn’t approve of your hobby.

For instance if your main hobby is collecting stamps and you spend most of your life’s free time collecting stamps, that’s a hobby.

If your main hobby is square dancing and you enroll in every annual rotation of the local square dancing club chapter and you spend hundreds (or thousands) of dollars a year on your matching couples’ costumes, trips, hotel rooms, entry fees, and spend hours learning choreography and attending square dances… that’s a hobby.

If after work every night you go home and work on your patchwork quilts, that’s a hobby.

If after work every night you go home and log into World of Warcraft and hang out with friends in there and go on quests and collect cool stuff, that’s an addiction… so they say.

If after work every night you go home and surf the internet and collect well-done bondage pics from websites, that’s an addiction…. so they say.

Cough.

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Actually, I think some counselors say that the sign of an addiction is if it interferes with your work life, personal life or family life, or is a major influence in preventing you from having a work life, personal life or family life. That, I think, is a much better way to determine whether something is a hobby or an addiction.

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Doc - Artist & Writer

Bravo

Posted by Doc - Artist & Writer on Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 11:10 PM

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Richard

The thing to remember is that there is no such thing as an addictive pastime. The only external addictions that are medically recognized are those that cause physical dependencies such as drugs and certain medications where there is a chemical cause and effect.

There are people with addictive personality disorders. What I’ve seen is that, when somebody forces such a person to abandon an activity that they obsess over, they find something else to obsess over. Sometimes, a person, with an obsessive compulsive personality will turn to religion to cure themselves of their “addiction”. That person will then pursue religion with the same obsessiveness that they did with their other addiction. They haven’t been cured of their underlying problem. They have merely transferred one addiction for another that is more socially acceptable.

I did a blog comparing porn addiction with sports addiction. In every instance where one can show something detrimental about porn addiction, I found information that showed that a sports addiction was worse. There was even a war started because of a sporting event. I’ve yet to see porn cause a war. The blog has links to back up every fact.

PS: Please dump the CAPTCHAs. They cause a problem with dialup where the letters on the screen don’t always keep up with the letters required for acceptance. The letters keep changing and the download of the visual occurs after MySpace has internally changed the ones that are acceptable. People on dialup are typing in letters for a visual that is no longer being used. I never had a problem with the old system where the letters stayed on the screen. With the new system, where the CAPTCHA image keeps changing, it takes me a half dozen tries to be in sync between what’s on the screen and what is being accepted.

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=48765996&blogID=197367450

Posted by Richard on Thursday, January 17, 2008 at 6:10 AM

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Pete Puma

Well stated and wholeheartedly agreed with from this enthusiast!

Posted by Pete Puma on Thursday, January 17, 2008 at 11:56 AM

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Duct Tape Messiah

well said

Posted by Duct Tape Messiah on Sunday, January 20, 2008 at 7:28 PM

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Andre

Then I must be in need of serious medical attention. After my real world job I come home and sketch a few damsels in distress pictures, prep a few pictures of models that I tied up, surf and download my favorite bondage pix (incl. Bedroom Bondage and American Damsels, thank you), then download a few well-done pix of women posing in sexy dresses and heels wearing pantyhose. Guess I must be a head case and a half!
-Andre;)

Posted by Andre on Monday, January 21, 2008 at 3:55 PM

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Current mood: craving
Category: craving Food and Restaurants

I was a picky eater growing up. I survived mostly on hot dogs and sloppy joes. My parents gave up on forcing me to eat other stuff, and wound up most nights making a single hot dog along with whatever else was being made for the rest of the family.

During my teen years my parents were somewhat MIA (as were many parents of my friends’). For this time period I survived on Mac N Cheese at home, and Taco Bell tostadas, and Olga Dogs at Olga’s.

One of the few disappointments I’ve had with California is, there are no Olga’s Restaurants out here. What gives!

I recently told Jon that after living here for 20 years I’m just now coming to terms with the fact that I will never have another Olga Dog in my life. (weeping)

Jon said “Why don’t you make them yourself?”

Obsessive idiot that I am, I went ahead with this project, and it was an adequate success. I mean I could never make an actual Olga Dog — Olga guards all her recipes — but it was close enough to make me very very happy!

Today I was in the kitchen chopping up onion bits and Jon came in. I warned him this would be the first and last time he ever saw me do anything even CLOSE to actual cooking. LOL

Those reading this who know me well, will be amazed that I did even these few little steps just to have a pseudo-Olga-Dog.

Olga Sauce (kinda)

2 parts Greek yogurt
1 part sour cream
li’l bit garlic
li’l bit cayenne pepper

Mix and put in frige overnight

Lunch next day:

Microwave hotdog partway (half min?)

Put pita on plate and load on:
Olga Sauce
Olga 3-cheese (swiss cheese, cheddar cheese, colbyjack)
li’l bit chopped onion
li’l bit chopped cucumber
More cayenne pepper (beCAUSE! lol)
Curly fries (yes, directly into the Olga Dog, several curly fries. we got today’s curly fries from Jack in the Box)

Drop the hotdog on top of this

Microwave it all the rest of the way (half min?)

Roll it all up in the pita and eat your Olga Dog while Olga Sauce dribbles all over the place.

Yes, it’s basically a Gyro with hot dog meat and nummy warm sauce instead of crappy cold sauce. Olga knows that. I know that. But gyros don’t come close!

nom nom nom nom nom nom nom….

Monday, January 14, 2008
Current mood: silly

[this blog entry includes replies that were posted via MySpace]

Hi Lorelei,
I am writing on behalf of the organizers of (bondage convention), to ask if you would have interest in teaching a class at (bondage convention) this year. If so, what would be your requirements to be with us?
(–convention organizer)

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Hello (convention organizer),

For transport I will require:
(2) First class plane tickets, round trip, no stops, Burbank Airport to Chicago O’Hare
(1) Limousine with driver, available each day 10am to 12midnight

Each day of my stay (including partial days) I will need the following:
(1) Personal assistant
(1) Bondage model available from 10 am to 10 pm
(1) Male performer available from 10 am to 10 pm (must be willing to wear gorilla costume)

For accommodations I will require:
(1) Suite consisting of 2+ bedrooms, kitchenette, conference table, living room, high ceilings

Containing:
(1) Pair new bunny slippers (womens)
(2) New purple bandannas, prewashed
(1) Wooden suspension frame
(1) Steel tetruss suspension frame
(1) Box Tic-Tacs (red/cinnamon flavor)

In my hotel room I will require the following items provided and refreshed daily:
(1) Custom-color purple M&Ms, 7-oz bag (unopened)
(1) Fresh pair fuzzy purple socks (womens)
(1) Dozen fresh Lilac-colored roses in vase

Food/drink provided and refreshed daily:
(1) Package of Hickory Farms cheeses, crackers, sausage & dijon mustard (unopened)
(2) Bottles of Apple Juice (refrigerated)
(1) Case of Barq’s Root Beer Cans (refrigerated)
(1) Quart Nonfat Milk (refrigerated)
(1) Tray Deviled Eggs (refrigerated)
(1) Bag of Cheeto’s repackaged as “Cheezy Poofs”
(1) Box Quaker Oats Chewy Bars (peanut-butter/chocolate chunk flavor NO VARIETY PACK!)
(1) Deli-style tray of fresh fruit (must include grapes and strawberries) and raw cut vegetables with Ranch Dip
(6) Bottled water
(1) Dannon strawberry yogurt
(1) Finger-sandwich assortment platter
(1) Jar sweet mini pickles

At 10 pm each night I will need a meal delivered to the room containing the following:
(1) Personal-size goat-cheese pizza
(1) Order chinese food of sesame chicken (saucy) with fried rice, plus warm won-tons
(1) Olga’s(tm) Cheese Dog with Olga sauce and cayenne pepper, plus Olga’s(tm) curly fries

Just kidding… Wanted to give y’all a giggle. I don’t think I’ll be able to attend.

Have fun,

–Lorelei

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Lorelei

BTW if you don’t get what I was doing here, visit
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/backstagetour/index.html

Posted by Lorelei on Monday, January 14, 2008 at 11:57 PM

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Duct Tape Messiah

Was going to say, that’s one hell of a rider you’ve got there. You forgot to arrange the M and Ms in separate brandy glasses

Posted by Duct Tape Messiah on Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 8:45 PM

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RACH

HAHA, Okay you had me for a mintue…As I read I keep thinking Lorelei is just not like this (rude lol )
Hope you have fun I sure miss that side of my life, I havn’t been to a party or a event in ALONG time…
Miss you too
Nice to see you online and in good spirits:)
xoxo

Posted by RACH on Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 8:45 PM

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Pete Puma

I love the Cheesy Poofs…As long as they are not delivered by Mr. Hanky.

As always, you rock!

Posted by Pete Puma on Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 8:46 PM

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Domanick

“wHAT NO kabola water?

Posted by Domanick on Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 8:47 PM

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Richard

I’ve gone down the list and I can handle everything but the Olga’s Cheese Dogs. Is that a deal breaker?

Posted by Richard on Wednesday, January 23, 2008 at 7:16 PM

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