Jun 052012
 
Writing While Pondering

(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...]

Feb 102012
 

“How can you know what you want ’til you get what you want and you see if you like it?” Cinderella, Into the Woods “Human beings are not naturally wired to handle celebrity well – why would we evolve to deal with a million people caring about every detail of our lives when only so few of us have that problem?” – me, random musings “For the first time in my life, I can pay unexpected bills when they come in and not have to sacrifice paying something else. It’s as if Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs were magic: now I have the creative energy to write the stories that have been banging around in my head for a decade” -my ex-roommate, who recently finished the [read more...]

Oct 182011
 
I'm Stuffed

Summary (extra-short): My stuff has arrived in my home, so I’m all stuffed up. Summary (medium-short): After 10 days of hearing nothing from our movers, we got a call Saturday saying they would hold our stuff hostage unless we paid them $800 more than the estimate. Sunday, after they arrived at 6:30 pm, we refused to pay it, called cops, had a 3-hour stand-off in our front yard, took video, measured the truck, I cried, and they eventually agreed to the $1600 originally estimated plus the $200 tip I had always intended to give them. Monday, they arrived at 11:30, took our money, then informed us they were in too big of a hurry to reassemble our furniture or put any furniture or boxes where [read more...]

Aug 102011
 
Switches Get It...

Now that I have rewritten my Mistress / Dominant / Domme / Domina / FemDom / Toppy / insert your term of choice to indicate “the partner in charge of leading the activities” phone sex listings, and I am happy enough with them for the time being (to refresh your memory, they look like this: http://www.niteflirt.com/ms+galiana), it’s time to start advertising. As I researched options, I found myself posing this question to the owner of a very well-trafficked Domme site: My “unique spin” – if you will – is that I am not a princess-ey bitch; instead, I am a nice, empathetic human being who genuinely enjoys focusing sexual attention on submissive males. I truly enjoy directing them to distraction. Do you think there is [read more...]

Jul 012011
 

In theory, developing an in-person relationship with a new lover with Sugar Daddy energy would be perfect for me. My husband and I are openly non-monogamous, he often travels for work, and I have bills to pay and love to share. So earlier this week, I found a few “dating” sites specifically designed for Sugar Daddies/Mommas to find Sugar Babies (also of both sexes – hooray for GLBTQ progress) and signed up for the two with the most interesting combination of features. After a brief flurry of activity, this letter arrived in my brain: Dear Galiana in 2011, Remember when you developed a fantastic long-distance BDSM relationship with a Dom over about six months, met him in person, it was awesome, then tried to quickly [read more...]

Apr 152011
 
Happy Anniversaries

FIVE YEARS AGO TODAY … I got married. Happy Fifth Wedding Anniversary! So tonight, I dressed up for our dinner celebration: The dress: the only Little Red Dress I’ve ever owned. Mom bought it for me last year for my birthday, specifically to wear today. The accessories: chunky jewelry which matched my shoes. Wacky. It’s almost like  know how to dress myself sometimes. The makeup: smoky eyes and red lips – to the point of being borderline trashy. My husband likes the raccoon look after… ummm… after the after-dinner-festivities, so I had fun with it. The dinner: delicious seafood at the place that was the new, hot, hip place in 1985 when it opened (I was in high school then). I hoped it had not [read more...]

Mar 272011
 

I’m over a month behind on my follow-up notes, because I was already behind when I started the process of moving, and once I got moved and rested enough, I chose to finish up some even-more-overdue picture sets. Sorry they’re so late. I’ll do my best to make them worth the wait this round. For new clients, let me explain my follow-up notes: they contain at least one large picture of me, and sometimes more. Often I send an additional extra-naughty picture for people who have left me official feedback. And my follow-up notes include your name and a personalized thought, so you know it’s not bulk mail (unless I don’t know your name and you bought something from me without us talking, in which [read more...]

Mar 242011
 

Dear Galiana, I know you love doing things in sequence (and good for you for writing down the steps to creating new picture packages in the right order, so you don’t have to figure it all out again every time you do it), but getting stuck on one task is not terribly efficient when there are other things to do. … especially when the “getting stuck” part involves trying to upload large files while simultaneously populating your new offsite storage location … with 2.5 GB left to go… How much bandwidth do you think you have, young lady? Hmmm? Now please stop watching percent-loaded meters stall out, and get some things done. Love,Galiana

Jan 152011
 

After writing this Openly Manipulative blog post about how I use follow-up notes to entice callers, I finally managed to get through them yesterday. Last night, I got a late-night call from a role-play enthusiast who normally sets up “Oh gosh, we shouldn’t but… maybe… just this once…” kinds of fantasies with me. A little raunchy, a little rough, and always fun. No set-up last night. He had been to a stag party, and had been drinking heavily. When he came home, he saw I’d sent him a follow-up email and went to check it. In his words: “I had whiskey dick in the worst way until I saw your gorgeous self, your head leaning back off the bed, with that dildo about to slide [read more...]