From Wikipedia:
“Hirsutism (from Latin hirsutus = shaggy, hairy) is defined as excessive and increased hair growth in women in locations where the occurrence of terminal hair normally is minimal or absent. It refers to a male pattern of body hair (androgenic hair) and it is therefore primarily of cosmetic and psychological concern.”
While I don’t advertise myself as a hirsute I have done my share of hirsute fetish calls. This is for two reasons-I don’t shave my pussy and I’m a hippy.
Many men bemoan the current state of pornography. They hate the dyed hair, the plastic tits and the perfectly shaved pussies. I agree. It’s the reason I like retro porn like Retro Raunch or alt porn like Hippie Goddess. The women are natural looking. I prefer a hairy pussy-it’s prettier and feels sexy. Once in college I shaved off all my pussy hair and hated it. I’ve never shaven it again.
Clients that love hairy pussy do calls centering around oral worship. I go into great detail about my pussy hair-it’s length, color, texture. I describe how the hair curls around my panties because there is so much. In the fantasy the guy runs his tongue over and over my pussy hair, worshipping the hair for longer than he licks my pussy lips.
Some clients want a hairier woman. As a hippie chick I fit the bill. I talk about my hairy armpits and legs. These calls center around oral worship but it’s an overall body worship. Fantasies revolve around the client giving me a tongue bath and feeling my body hair brush against his cheeks, lips and tongue.
How hairy am I in reality? I tend to shave once a month, maybe twice. Normally I have hair but it’s more fuzzy than “gorilla girl” length. Though I never shave my pussy I do give it a trim with scissors every few months. One client with a hisuite fetish thinks he’s the luckiest hair slut in the world. Why? Because after I’ve trimmed up my pussy hair I give the clippings to him. He tells me he pours them on his face, cups them in his hands and licks them and sprinkles them over his cock while he masturbates.
Now, how’s that for reclaim, reuse, recycle?
Fetish Fridays
Fetish Fridays: Sploshing
Fetish Fridays: Robot Sex
Fetish Fridays: Humiliation
Fetish Fridays: Glory Holes
Fetish Fridays: Shoe Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Achoo!
Fetish Fridays: Tickle Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Doggy Boy
Fetish Fridays: Smoking Fetish
Fetish Fridays: Latex Love
Fetish Fridays: Furries
Fetish Fridays: Exhibitionism
Fetish Fridays: Chastity
Fetish Fridays: Pony Play
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Fetish Fridays at 9:21 AM CST
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“You’re skin is so white.”
-He’s right. I don’t like to tan and regularly use suntan lotion.
Posted by Vixen as Quote Book at 11:16 PM CST
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Found via World Sex News Daily:
Weddings exposed: Bride and groom bare it all
“On a sunny, August day in the Berkshire Mountains, 600 guests stood waiting to witness Pamela and Lee tie the knot. But as the bride walked down the aisle, no one marveled at her wedding dress.
She wasn’t wearing one. And Lee, her husband shortly to be, wore little more than a top hat and bowtie. As for the audience, some people wore hats and others had shawls around their shoulders, but most did not dress at all that morning. Only 12 were fully clothed.
“We worked for many months to craft a ceremony that was very expressive of our thoughts and our beliefs,” Pamela said. Having a nude wedding was “so expressive of who we are,” she said.
“It’s so natural, it’s so unpretentious.”
Pamela and Lee, both in their 50s, are part of a growing number of nudists opting to have nude weddings to complement their lifestyle. As nudists, they eat, sleep, exercise, and sometimes work in the raw. For them, nude weddings are simply a natural extension of their everyday life.”
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Getting wed naked is a nifty idea. Certainly cuts down on the wedding expenses. I wore a black dress to mine and Mr. Radical wore a velvet tux.
Posted by Vixen as Musings at 10:57 PM CST
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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #121? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
The Ache of Desire Unsatisfied
“J groaned in my ear, and I nearly pulled down his zipper then and there.”
Unexpected
“Tingles of electricity were set coursing up and down that side of my body.”
Part(y)ing shots
“I placed both my hands on the tiled wall in front of me, clammy and cold, holding myself up.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
The “Best way to make him felt hot”
Editor’s Choice
Who Is A Sex Worker?
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Suzie Carina courtesy of Badgirl’s Hotbox.
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I recently visited the Fabulous Foot Slut for a prodomme session. Typically I see him once or twice a year and always fly out to his city since he has both family and work commitments. Per our arrangement he prepaid my traveling expenses and then paid me for the session when I arrived. I pad the traveling expenses for two reasons. One reason is I believe anyone that looks like a relative should be charged an extra fee. The second reason is my little padding pays for Mr. Radical’s plane ticket. We make a mini-vacation out of it. FFS lives in a big city so when I’m not in session we get to play tourist, do some fun shopping and eat at fancy restaurants.
At first the session with FFS was going along perfectly. He had requested a golden shower this time, something he hadn’t wanted for awhile. During our second session I peed on him but haven’t since. I was drinking water until I felt my bladder was full enough for the job.
We’re in the middle of the session when I suddenly have to pee. And not just a I have to go soon but a I have to pee right now, I should be pulling down my panties as I’m thinking this type of pee. There was no way to get FFS into the bathroom and in position. Instead I went to the bathroom to empty my bladder. I can easily pee often so figured I’d just drink some more water and do the golden shower later.
I sit down on the toilet to do my business. Out of nowhere my bowels decide to empty themselves. Bah! I don’t like it when my body surprises me like that. I mean usually I can, well you know, tell that sort of thing is about to happen. But this came out of the blue. Thinking I was grateful I didn’t try to give the FFS a golden shower I flushed the toilet.
Nothing happened. No. I flush again. Nothing happened. No no no no no. This is not happening. I flush again and again nothing happens. Fuck fuck fuck. FFS is going to have to pee sometime during the session and he’ll see his mistress’s shit in the toilet. Fuck!
Lifting up the tank lid I see there’s no water. How the hell can there be no water?! Fuck! I fiddle with the little flap that seals the tank. I hear FFS moving around and have to leave the toilet. Praying that he won’t have to pee until I can look at the toilet again, I go back and continue the session.
It’s hard enough having your feet worshipped when the guy doing it looks like your father in law in drag. It’s even harder when you’re worried about a broken toilet filled with your shit.
Around twenty minutes later strange noises start coming from the bathroom. Gurgling pipe noises and then the sound of a toilet running. I go check on the toilet. The tank is full and I flush it in victory. Thank the gods!
Feeling relieved I go back to the session. I start thinking about the upcoming golden shower and start drinking more water. I fill up from the bathroom sink. The shower and toilet are in a separate room. The sink itself has a partial wall shielding it from the bedroom. Not wanting to make a lot of noise that would break the mood I only turn the tap halfway. Over the next hour I drank about four glasses and don’t pick up on the fact that the stream from the tap seemed to be getting thinner. Though it was taking longer to fill a glass my mind was on the session-how it was going, where I wanted to take it next.
It was time for the golden shower. I like to put them near the end of a session because the client has to wash up afterwards. I get FFS into the bathtub and I straddle the sides. I release my full bladder and cover him in pee. He loves it. Somehow I slightly misaim and pee down my leg. Adjusting my hips I redirect the stream back onto FFS.
After I’m done I leave FFS in the bathroom to wash himself off. I go to the bathroom sink and grab a washcloth to wipe off my leg. I turn on the tap and nothing happens. No. NO! This is not fucking happening. I turn off the tap and turn it on again. No water comes out, not even a drop. FFS calls out from the bathroom “You’re shower isn’t working.” Oh shit. Shit god damn fuck shit. This isn’t happening! But it is. I have a piss covered client and no water and he somehow has to clean himself up so he doesn’t stink when he goes home. I have to act fast.
I tell him to use the bathroom sink. FFS likes me to get a fancy hotel room near his office and the room I had was a suite. Praying that the kitchen sink still worked I sprinted as quietly as I could to the kitchen. Please Goddess please Goddess please. I turn on the kitchen tap and water came out. I almost cried I was so happy. Quickly I wipe down my piss covered leg as I hear FFS call out “The bathroom sink isn’t working either.” In as calm a voice I can muster (I’m panting from nerves at this point) I tell him the kitchen sink is working fine and to use that one.
FFS cleans himself up in the kitchen while I go back to the sink. Nothing. I go to the actual bathroom which now reaks of piss and try the shower. Nothing. Well at least FFS can clean himself up.
I try to end the session on a good note and let him rub lotion on my feet. The broken shower is gone from his mind as he focuses on his fetish again. My mind is racing. The hotel was renovating some of the rooms so maybe that’s why my water went out.
The session comes to an end. FFS doesn’t want to leave. He sometimes does this. In reality he only wants to pay for so long a session. But as soon as he sees my toes he wants to stay all night. He doesn’t want to pay for another session, thinking he can just cuddle my feet and I won’t mind. I’m still feeling freaked out by the whole water fiasco and it takes effort on my part not to snap at him. I use the water as an excuse telling him he has to go so I can call maintenance. FFS plans to see me the next day. I tell him I want to make sure everything’s fixed before our next session.
In the middle of getting FFS out the door the room phone rings. It’s Mr. Radical. I’ve missed my safe call. Since I’ve seen FFS so many times I don’t do check in safe calls during the session. But I do one at the end of the session so he knows he can come back to the room. Mr. Radical asks if everything is alright using a certain code word which means is everything really alright. I tell him everything’s fine using a certain code word which means that yes everything is really fine. I tell him I’ll be down in fifteen minutes.
FFS takes his leave and I feel exhausted. My nerves get the best of me and suddenly I’m angry. I call the front desk and ask for maintenance. My bathroom is getting fixed! She puts me on hold while she finds the maintenance man. While on hold I look around. The room is a mess. There’s towels everywhere, the room smells of urine, there’s lingerie in sizes obviously bigger than me lying around, there’s my dominatrix heels in the living room. There’s me dressed in a corset and leather skirt with dramatic make-up. Shit. What have I gotten myself into?! How am I going to get this all cleaned up quickly? Front desk comes back on and says the maintenance man is busy and could I just try the water later and maybe it will work. I enthusiastically agree, realizing I shouldn’t sound so excited.
I’m in the middle of cleaning up when Mr. Radical returns. He asks about the session, knowing something was up since I never forget my safe call. In the middle of telling him weird noises come from the bathroom. I try the sink and shower. Both work. The water comes out in spurts at first as if there were air in the pipes. Not that it mattered-I was just happy they were working again and I could wash the piss out of the shower.
By the time I’m finished telling Mr. Radical the whole story we’re both laughing. We decide to go out to a bar because after that session I needed a drink.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions at 12:31 PM CST
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From this gallery.
Posted by Vixen as Sexy Sensations at 11:04 PM CST
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“You actually wash your hair once in awhile?”
-a client asked me this when he learned I lived off solar power
Posted by Vixen as Quote Book at 11:11 PM CST
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Next month is my 3 year blogging anniversary. To celebrate I’m having a contest as a thank you to my readers. What’s in it for you? Well Babeland, JT’s Stockroom and Love Honey have all pitched in goodies for the contest. Woot!
The items from Babeland and Love Honey are pictured above. JT’s Stockroom is giving a $50 gift certificate to the winner.
And how do you win? On March 1st I’ll make an official contest entry post. In it I’ll give detailed info (and more pics) on the 10 different prizes up for grabs. To enter just make a comment to that post. On March 20th (my anniversary) I’ll pick 10 winners.
Good luck! And thank you for reading!
Posted by Vixen as Sex Toys at 6:36 PM CST
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The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #120? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
The Rule of Blowjobs for Women
“Tease. Spend time. Don’t just start out like a Hoover on overdrive.”
Commercialising Romance or “I bought you this card now where’s my blowjob?”
“If it takes a specific date for your partner to show you he loves you then what do you have?”
Relax
“She smiled up at him, from her vantage point between his knees, and continued what she’d been doing.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Questions…
Editor’s Choice
Hazards of the Biz
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Nude in nature courtesy of Erotic Garden.
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Note: This story is from Feb. 13th. While not hot off the presses I covered this story earlier here and wanted to post an update.
From Inside High Red:
Presidential Ouster at William & Mary
“Gene R. Nichol resigned immediately Tuesday as president of the College of William & Mary, days after being told that his contract wouldn’t be renewed. In leaving Nichol issued a blunt attack on those alumni and conservatives who have sought his ouster, defended his stances in a series of controversial decisions, and accused board members of seeking to offer him a “substantial” sum of money to publicly state that he wasn’t losing his job for ideological reasons.
Nichol’s departure prompted an immediate campus protest, with some students and faculty members saying that a great president had been treated unfairly. Meanwhile his critics were celebrating. While board members denied that they had done anything wrong or inappropriate in trying to negotiate a settlement with him, they acknowledged offering the cash and making it contingent on mutually agreeable statements, a not-uncommon practice.”
(snip)
“Nichol also noted controversies — most recently involving an art exhibit by sex industry workers — that offended legislators. Here he said his First Amendment obligations required that he let these events take place.
On the proposed deal with the board for him to leave quietly, Nichol’s statement said this: “The Board of Visitors offered both my wife and me substantial economic incentives if we would agree ‘not to characterize [the non-renewal decision] as based on ideological grounds’ or make any other statement about my departure without their approval. Some members may have intended this as a gesture of generosity to ease my transition. But the stipulation of censorship made it seem like something else entirely. We, of course, rejected the offer. It would have required that I make statements I believe to be untrue and that I believe most would find non-credible. I’ve said before that the values of the college are not for sale. Neither are ours.””
Posted by Vixen as News, Sex Workers at 11:38 PM CST
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From Boston.com:
Federal bankruptcy judge resigns
“A federal bankruptcy judge from Boston who pleaded no contest Wednesday to driving while intoxicated in Manchester, N.H., resigned yesterday.
US Bankruptcy Court Judge Robert Somma called Gary H. Wente, circuit executive of the US Courts for the First Circuit, from the Caribbean, where he had gone for a previously arranged vacation, and resigned, Wente said.”
(snip)
“Somma was arrested by police in Manchester at about 11:30 p.m. on Feb. 6, after he rear-ended a pickup truck at a traffic light in Manchester. No one was hurt in the accident, after which Somma was charged with driving while intoxicated and following too closely.”
But that’s not why I’m blogging this story. From What Really Happened I found another version of the story at Union Leader:
Arrested judge wore dress, women’s hosiery
“A Boston-based federal judge wore a black cocktail dress, fish-net stockings and high heels when police arrested him for drunk driving after he rear-ended a pickup truck last week, sources said.”
(snip)
“The arresting officer made no mention of the judge’s attire in the written report police provided to the media other than to note the judge “had a difficult time locating his license in his purse.”
Two sources confirmed Somma was wearing a cocktail dress, women’s hose and high heels when his Mercedes-Benz E320 sedan struck a pickup truck stopped at a red light on Elm Street about 11:29 p.m. on Feb. 6.
“He told police his wife was out of town … so he decided to come up to Manchester where no one would know him,” said a city government official speaking on condition of anonymity. The official said he was told of the incident by a top police administrator during a briefing session.”
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Obviously if you’re too drunk don’t drive. But if you’re a public figure, politician or a crossdressing judge you really shouldn’t drink and drive. If only Judge Somma would have hired a nice mistress to escort him out for the evening.
Or they could have stayed in and drank. The judge could have given her a nice fashion show while they both sipped cocktails and no one would ever known about his secret life.
Posted by Vixen as News at 12:40 AM CST
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I’m crossposting my Sugasm message just to make sure I reach all the submitters.
“Hey gang-
I’m doing a little traveling this weekend and thought I’d be able to get not only the draft out on time but the Sugasm as well. But instead I’m running a late. Looks like the draft will be sent out Sunday. I’ll post the Sugasm on Tuesday.”
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I participated in the Feminist Carnival again. Want some new blogs to read? You can check out the full list on the Uncool blog here. Thanks to Lina for hosting this one.
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After reading books filled with sex worker stories I feel like I’ve just satiated a hunger I didn’t realize I had. We need books like this. I’ve been exploring Sex Solidarity lately on this blog and one theme that keeps coming up is communication. Sex workers are stronger when we share our stories and our knowledge together. Can you guess that I loved Working Sex, Sex Workers Write About a Changing Industry? I did. It was awesome! Again, thank you Seal Press for sending me a copy.
One of the things that struck me most was how I related to so many of the stories. A line would resonate with me and often the author was in a different sex work niche than me. The book really spoke some of the universal truths that are in the industry. There are so many great parts in this book. Instead of reviewing each story I want to share with you some specific lines that I found especially poignant.
From Annie Oakley’s Introduction:
“Sometimes you see the best of people and yourself, and everything seems so easy and attainable, and the money feels like it’s rolling in for free. Other times it’s the worst job you’ve ever had and you can’t believe the ugliness of humanity and you want to get out and never come back.”
This is one of the best descriptions of sex work that I’ve read.
Janelle Galazia commented on the futility of focusing on the sex aspect of sex work. “By keeping the
debate about sex work focused on sex, and not work, the true nature of the issue is obscured.
(snip)
“In this framework women are sluts instead of workers, or victims instead of cognizant participants in an economy.”
Jessica Melusine recalled in her piece Campus Sluts Forever! a game her phone sex coworkers played. They had to say non sexual phrases and make them sound sexy. This was by far one of the funniest stories in the book.
I was happy to see Siobhan Brooks’ An Interview With Gloria Lockett touched on feminism. “I’ve always felt that I was a feminist, but what a feminist is to me is not what a feminist is to some people. I love being a woman and I think it’s my right to do whatever I want with my body and mind.”
Recently I read an article by Gloria Steinem that reminded me that I’m by no means a typical feminist. For feminism and sex work to coexist we need to define it on our terms. Can I be a feminist and like porn? Yes! Can I be a feminist and a sex worker? Yes!
In Shelby Aesthetic’s Whoreanomics she comments on her fellow street prostitutes. “But the truth was they had a strong bond with each other, they really looked out for one another. It made me feel safer.” This could be applied to so many different areas of the industry. As a phone sex operator it certainly matches up with my experiences with coworkers.
Mirha-Soleil Ross’s Dear John was my favorite piece. She starts off making the excellent point that sex workers often focus on telling bad John stories because they are the most entertaining. In her story she is referring specifically to prostitutes but it applies to lots of sex workers. For her piece she wanted to recall some of her great clients. Their stories were so touching and really showed how there is a need for sex workers. As much as governments try to control, regulate and illegalize sex work they will never be able to stamp out the desire for us. There will always be clients out there who need our services.
I keep going back to her story. She captured the love, the caring, the bonding and the companionship that so often accompanies sex work. As much as I use my blog to blow off steam about my pso gig I hope I too capture the positive side of this work.
There were a couple downsides. Some contributers submitted songs. Unless I’ve heard the song first I’m not generally moved by reading song lyrics. It always feels like I’m missing something. Reading the lyrics I can sense a hint of the song’s power but it’s like trying to catch smoke with your fingers.
Anna Joy Springer’s My Pride and Broken Buzzers was a disappointment. Though I could ascertain that the buzzers were meant to represent breasts I just felt like I was missing something. Her writing was written in a sort of code. “At the game show for the dispossessed, I met a buzzer repair specialist who was a blood-and-grease wrestler.” The entire story is written like this. It left me feeling confused about what the meaning was and not sure of her point.
The only thing that could make this better is if Annie Oakley decided to make it a series. How wonderful to have a Volume 2, 3 and 4? I don’t tire of sex worker stories. Maybe it’s because I don’t work in an office and have the proverbial water cooler to hang around and swap tales. Even if we have the most accepting and understanding ears, no one truly understands us like fellow sex workers do. Reading books like Working Sex makes me feel so connected to my fellow sex workers. Sex work can often be isolating so having a sense of community is a treasure.
But what if you’re not a sex worker? Is it still worth the read? Definitely. This books covers so many types of sex work and so many perspectives that it will give multiple insights into the industry. As Annie Oakley says in her introduction- “Experienced or experimental, poetic or pornographic, angry or academic, the pieces complement each other, and through their differences begin to articulate a fuller picture of the amazing humans who populate the mysterious landscape of this business.”
Posted by Vixen as Reviews, Sex Workers at 10:56 PM CST
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