Happy Spanksgiving!

This year, I am thankful for all my sexy friends and you! Some of you are also my sexy friends, fellow bloggers, or new people to have fun with--and I am thankful you read my blog!

It was a pretty mellow day for me, drinking fine wine and enjoying fine company. As per usual, I contributed to the feast with my excellent vegan desserts. This year I made pumpkin bread and apple pie that were quite well received. Amusing to me and my hosts was the fact I delivered said desserts in a Pleaser shoe box that once contained my over the knee buckled beauties.

We concluded the evening watching Blood Freak, a B-movie tradition for me about a man who eats tainted turkey which turned him into a, ahem, blood freak, or just a man wearing a paper mache turkey head. For the first time, I explored the other totally odd extras that included some noir skin flick shorts.

Hope you had a truly wonderful Spanksgiving! If you want to make it more wonderful, you will take advantage of my all weekend special.

Latex loves Me

Here's a sneak peek of an impromptu photo shoot with Tommy O.



We had planned to hang out, but not to shoot. We didn't stand a chance--I look amazing in latex, and he loves to shoot amazing ladies in latex. Just an hour before I was trolling the farmer's market, picking up organic winesap apples for my kickass pie. So if you were wondering what I looked like on my "off" day, it's pretty much what I look like everyday.

Latex Pool Pervert

I'm trying to take a nice relaxing dip in my latex gown, but a pervert is spying on me!

Precision

Just when I thought I was cool, Isabella Sinclaire proves me wrong with this commercial:



I think I will attempt this for my next feat. Maybe I should try a different kind of nut.

Fetish Nation

Had a lovely time at Fetish Nation the other night, a newish fetish club every other Saturday at Circus by the same people who put on Club Hell.

I wore my new naughty nurse outfit, black patent leather boots with red soles and gloves of course--all to much praise. It may have something to do with it's second skin fit and the fact that most of my legs were exposed. ;)

There was some foot contest for most attractive feet, but I somehow missed the sign-up otherwise I'm sure these tootsies would have won the prize! I had a wonderful foot massage regardless. I have been preloading foot massages when I go out these days--it's a good way to make it through the evening in fetish shoes. Besides, I can never get enough attention on my feet.

A fashion show by Venus Prototype features some rather foxy latex designs including some great printed pieces. Various play stations are scattered in the main area of the club, but I got my own private lube up from a Beautiful Lady.

What I find particularly amusing about this particular club is that Circus is so big, there's actually another club night going on at the same time with "normals." I find the interaction between the fetish and vanilla fascinating. Sometimes we wander through their side with the standard technodisco and strobe light, but lately I have been noticing more and more plaid shirts among the latex when it's time for the shows.

While walking around with a friend who works in the scene, a vanilla girl said, "Ohmygod! You look so hot!" With my friend wearing a fetching ensemble of fishnets, a black corset and ample breasts--I tended to agree.

Out of ear shot, my friend scoffed, "It's my job to look this hot."

Indeed.

Belle du Jour reveals herself: An escort with a brain.

A few months ago I read Belle du Jour and posted a review about it. I thought that it was a lot of fabrication, but enjoyed the memoir. Now Belle du Jour has revealed herself as Dr. Brooke Magnanti. I'm sure there will be a harried effort of fact checking with her coming forward, but now that she has, I no longer carry the weight of doubt I previously had regarding this memoir. This blog is not about that. This blog is in response to the many commenters who criticized her decision of going into sex work.

There was never so succinct a response to the age old question of: "Why did you choose to go into sex work?" as featured in $pread magazine: "It's the money, stupid."

By her own admission Dr. Magnanti decided to go into sex work because she ran out of money while working on her Ph.D. And what, we're surprised that academics are underpaid? This is not a problem isolated to British academics, by UCLA's own admission, they do not pay their graduate students enough to feasibly live in Los Angeles. When you cannot support yourself, you have three choices: you live off of savings, someone supports you or you get another job.

Yet everyone criticizes this obviously intelligent, educated woman's decision to get a job in the sex industry. Why? Is this really about a moral judgement? Belle is sleeping with someone else's husband or boyfriend and admonished for it, but she's simply providing the service, not purposely seeking out attached men. People are criticizing her for not finding a straight job, which she says she could not do because she was unable to find something in her field. She could not devote enough time to the low paying job she would have had to take in order to cover her expenses as she was working on her thesis. Are they saying we should keep highly educated and intelligent people in low-skilled jobs that they are not suited for, prolonging their process for finally being able to work in their chosen and dedicated field? Or she could have asked her parents for money, what if they didn't have it or didn't want to give it to her? She could have gotten loans, what if she didn't qualify for them? What if she didn't want to be in debt? Nice, middle-class white girls can't be prostitutes during a brief time of need? Aren't you the classist, racist, genderist and asshole. (Apologies to my English professors for lack of parallelism.)

For those who would like to eradicate sex work because it is so-called demeaning, psychologically damaging, and morally debased, allow me to offer the following suggestions:

*create a mandatory living wage for every person 18 or older who is able bodied to work
*create viable retirement options for people no longer able to work
*create adequate disability benefits
*create reliable and excellent child care options
*stop undervaluing education and pro-social jobs
*create a top limit for all salaries
*create true gender equality
*crack down on sex and human trafficking

I'm going to pause for a moment to just entertain what it would be like if these things came true . . . They never will, so that moment was very short-lived. So long as these condition exist in our modern world, so will sex workers. It is called the world's oldest profession because it is-it embodies the first basic trade of commodities. I have--you want. I need--you have. Today, we still have those needs and wants.

But it does not even matter if we could create a Utopian society where these suggestions were realities because people are still going to choose to go into sex work for a variety of other reasons that have nothing to do with a better society. However, it would greatly reduce the amount of people who are sex slaves which seems more demeaning, psychologically damaging, morally debased,(and always illegal) more so than one woman's choice to be a high end escort for a year while working toward a Ph.D. in her field.

Please separate out forced and coerced sex work from those who make a conscious choice; there is a difference. Let's work to stop sex slavery and leave the intelligent, educated sex workers who love and blog about their jobs the hell alone.

Spanksgiving Special!

Tis the season to be thankful that Ms. Justine offers such kick ass specials to the needy--needing to be beat, that is.

I will be offering my popular Saturday Recession Session special all weekend. Offer good November 27 - 29. (Friday through Sunday; it cannot be combined with any other specials.)

Come see Me. You will be thankful.

Don Corbitt is amazing.