Every few months, my vertigo morphs a bit. Some things get easier, others harder, and I have to re-learn my limits. The latest morph has been more of a step back than a step forward. The fundamental issue is predictability: no matter how much data I collect between “what I do” and “how I feel”, correlations are not appearing. I’ll morph again. I’m sure the next shift will be a big step forward. In the meantime, my ongoing lawsuit against my long-term disability insurance company is reaching a critical milestone: the settlement conference is in late September, which is the last stage before “last chance for a pre-court settlement offer”, which is the last step before court. So I’ve spent ridiculous amounts of time mulling [read more...]
My calendar page is useful again! There’s a new widget there showing you times in the future which I would love to fill with an appointment with you. You can request an appointment, cancel an appointment, or reschedule an appointment through the calendar, in 30-minute blocks. If you have questions, please write me. You have to give an email address when you request an appointment, and it has to be a real one that you check to see if I confirm the appointment (it’s not for sure til I confirm it). I will be able to see your email address, but I’ll never sell it, and I’ll be far too lazy to use to market to you. I’m already not using NiteFlirt mail to market [read more...]

(Warning: this blog post contains irrational capitalization and emphasis, because apparently that’s What Needs to Happen Today as if my thoughts are the titles of published articles, or as if I were writing in the 19th century. I assume the urge for caps case will fade, but apparently I couldn’t write today without it.) I’ve been traveling for two weeks (decadent of me… the last hurrah from my windfalls from March), visiting family in Houston (which was comforting and nourishing as always), and seeing a friend in a show in Chicago (I am ashamed that I only seem to support the arts when I know participants, but I guess it’s better than never supporting the arts). It was an absurd amount of travel for someone [read more...]

I seriously injured my back about 2 months ago now, and my recovery has been a bunny hop: two hops forward, one hop back. I knew I was ready to write a blog post again finally when the thought of putting on pink lipstick and my roommate’s bunny ears for a picture didn’t confuse or overwhelm me. (For the record, my roomie is RIDICULOUSLY cute in the bunny ears with her matching pink hair.) To make a long story as short as I’m capable of (not very), I’ve been having rolling compensation re-injuries climbing steadily up my back. The first injury was basically compression in my tailbone, so I compensated by shifting pressure up a few vertebrae, which then injured them, but not quite as [read more...]

The grand experiment was: see if I can successfully travel to meet an out-of-town lover for a multi-day romp, with some resting time built in. The first five days were a smashing success: I rested up after traveling, then we romped to our hearts’ delights in a sunny, warm, cozy place with every creature comfort I could have asked for. I got gussied up with straight hair and red red lips for our first sexy day: He likes me in just a bra and panties. And then I played the part of the good mistress and put on my maybe-we’re-just-colleagues outfit for scrumptious dining out about town (his wife knows about me – I’m more of an extra in their open marriage than a mistress, [read more...]

I apologize for worrying so many of you by not writing. The crazy stuff: while I was in Houston in February, I tweaked my back, so I spent most of February trying to avoid sitting (lying down and standing and kneeling are fine, and fucking made it feel better, it was just sitting). Every time I tried to write a blog post from my phone, or sit at the computer long enough, something would interrupt, or I’d find myself staring blankly at the screen. I have no good excuse for my blog absence, really, other than “that’s the way this season’s insanity played out”. The fun stuff: Just yesterday, I got my first installment of my Social Security settlement from back in October, which will [read more...]
My mother-in-law is having minor heart surgery Friday (although “heart surgery” never feels “minor” does it?), so we’re going to Houston tomorrow (Thursday Feb 2). My husband will be back Sunday Feb 5 to work next week, but I’m taking the opportunity to spend an extra week with my family, so I won’t return home until Monday Feb 13th. I have no idea what this does to my work availability. I think I might log on during the days the week of Feb 6 while my mother’s at work, and possibly an evening or two if the gang is all busy, but it’s impossible to predict with any accuracy. However, stranger things have certainly happened than me arranging phone sex calls while traveling to visit [read more...]

In bad news, NiteFlirt pulled all of my friend Candace’s listings (she has fixed the problem, but they didn’t reinstate her listings before the holiday weekend — boooooo). In good news, she is available for calls for most of the weekend, and you can still call her! Just go directly to her listing with this link: http://www.niteflirt.com/listings/show/9486337 Don’t leave poor Candy all dressed up with nobody to play with! If you haven’t called Candace, she’s a good person: sincere and sexually charged and submissive… what more could you possibly want? Or, if neither of us are around, there’s a newcomer on the block: Gentlemen, please welcome Luna Zega, a firecracker sexpot with crazy curves, an erotica writer’s naughty imagination, and a deliciously experienced maturity. I [read more...]
Now, in addition to being married to the funniest guy I know, I sound like Jessica Rabbit. A 2-hour appointment yesterday wrecked my voice, in kind of a sultry way. I probably won’t log in for public access, but if Galiana-as-Kathleen-Turner is your thing, write me for an appointment!!

I didn’t write much in November for a few reasons: (1) my allergies have been threatening to migrate to my lungs, so I’ve been fighting off a cough for a week, teetering hourly between winning and losing the battle, (2) my husband traveled back to Houston via train for Thanksgiving, which left me surprisingly worry-paralyzed that week, and (3) I seem to have picked up a local lover, even though I didn’t intend to look for one this quickly. The keys to seducing me seem to be (1) funny and (2) smart and (3) kind. My husband is easily Roger Rabbit levels of funny (yes, I did just make myself Jessica Rabbit, thank you very much), and the new lover is a serious sapiosexual’s wet [read more...]