Mr. Radical and I were discussing politics and I asked if he’d heard Sarah Palin called a VPILF yet. He laughed and then turned immediately to his computer. I knew what he was doing-typing VPILF.com to see if the domain was taken.
Not only is it taken it’s an actual site. VPILF.com’s tag line is
“Just a heartbeat away from being a PILF!” They have some good blog posts plus a video of McCain checking out her ass. What a charming Clinton/Monica moment.
Naturally, there’s a number of scandals surrounding Palin. My favorite by far is the one that says she faked a pregnancy so her then 16 year old pregnant daughter could maintain her virgin reputation. Having grown up in the Midwest I’m familiar with this scenario. People are even calling it Babygate! Too funny.
From iReport:
Alaskan Governor’s child may be her daughter’s?
“The nation has been abuzz today with talk of Sarah Palin, John McCain’s surprise vice-presidential pick. The internet and news media exploded in the hours following the announcement.
Along with all the stories making their way through the news cycle is one regarding Trig Palin, her youngest child. Apparently, there has been suspicion, some reported through Alaskan media outlets even before the Vice Presidential buzz, that the child actually belongs to her daughter, Bristol Palin. Normally this would be a personal issue, but this becomes a public matter because of Sarah Palin’s stance against abortion and birth control, promoting ‘abstinence only’ beliefs.”
From Gawker:
The Truth About Those Sarah Palin Pregnancy Coverup Rumors!
“When rumors surfaced Friday that John McCain’s pretty new totally un-vetted running mate Sarah Palin’s eldest daughter Bristol was the real mother of her Down Syndrome-afflicted infant son Trig, and that she had merely pretended — not very effectively at first! — to be pregnant with the child to cover up Bristol’s terrible scarlet shame, our first thought was 1. Yeah right ha ha now get me another Black N Tan followed closely by 2. But what a rich premise for a quirky premium cable comedy on the unending travails of/unachievable demands placed on the corruption-fighting Christian mom governor from Alaska!* But someone else with better Photoshop skills thought up that same joke. Which made us realize, is the basis of this scurrilous rumor nothing but an obvious pun? As it turns out, “um probably yes”! Because we just heard from Josh Moffet, a 19-year-old Seward, Alaska resident a tipster alerted us had been involved in a car accident with Bristol when she “would” have been seven months pregnant with baby Trig. We already know her mother was not showing much bump action around that time. But was Bristol?”
Daily Kos also has some posts about it but their site crashed my browser so I’m not linking to them.
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From this gallery.
Posted by Vixen as Sexy Sensations at 11:37 PM CDT
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“What I’m doing now might be a sin but God understands because I can’t sleep.”
-one of my regulars who has guilt over his homosexual fantasies
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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 #145? 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
Bush Rides Again: Birth Control Defined as “Abortion”?
“The reason you tweak laws, redefining them or broadening their definitions, is to create the opportunity for a legal climate in which challenges may better succeed.”
First Time For Everything: A Polyamorous Relationship
“The only real trouble with being a triad came from the world around us.”
Sex Work And Compassion: Panty Tree
“I will never feel shame for being a sex worker.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank
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I Meet the Business End of Citibank’s Anti-Adult Business Policy
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I thought I’d be posting the Sugasm today but turns out there’s more problems behind the scenes. It sounds like things will be ok but there’s server issues that need sorting out. Sam and tech guy Dan have their hands full. When things are back for certain I’ll send out a call for submissions.
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From Info Wars:
Alex Jones Broadcasts Live From The DNC In Denver
“Alex Jones and the Infowars team will be broadcasting live and posting updates from the Democratic National Convention in Denver.
Readers can catch exclusive coverage from the epicenter of the action as the crew document what is sure to be another demonstration of the police state in full flow.”
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There are a lot of good links in the story above. This is where you’ll find out about the dark underbelly of the DNC. The mainstream media won’t show you the protesters being beat or tell you about Cindy Sheehan catching someone bugging her hotel phone. But Alex will.
Sometimes I get bummed out after reading Alex’s sites. But as an activist I have to investigate. If you too get depressed after reading the news I suggest checking out I Can Has Cheezburger. It’s the last website I visit before going to sleep.
Posted by Vixen as News at 10:37 PM CDT
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I think the leaf is a cute touch. From this gallery.
Posted by Vixen as Musings, Sexy Sensations at 11:24 PM CDT
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From 49 News:
US regulators shut Columbian Bank in Kansas
“Federal regulators are shutting down Columbian Bank and Trust Co. in Kansas.
The Federal Deposit Insurance Corp. on Friday was appointed receiver of Columbian Bank of Topeka, which had $752 million in assets and $622 million in deposits as of June 30.
The FDIC said the bank’s deposits will be assumed by Citizens Bank and Trust of Chillicothe, Mo. Its nine offices will reopen Monday as branches of Citizens Bank. Depositors of Columbian Bank will continue to have full access to their deposits, the agency said.
It was the ninth failure this year of an FDIC-insured bank.”
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Those who survived the Great Depression had the right idea. Bury your money in the backyard because it’s safer than depositing it in the bank.
On the other hand, that’s too predictable. Maybe the thing to do is to bury your money in lots of locations, say within a 100 miles of your home. Or maybe I’m being paranoid. But this isn’t the first bank to be recently shut down and I fear it won’t be the last.
Posted by Vixen as News at 11:42 PM CDT
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Recently I joined Fet Life. What is it? From their site:
“What is FetLife?
FetLife is a social utility, like Facebook and mySpace, but designed specifically for the BDSM & Fetish community. FetLife makes it easy for you to stay in contact and keep up-to-date with what has been happening in the lives of your kink friends.
We are 100% Pervert Certified. Everyone who works on FetLife has been rigorously tested and found to be big pervs… and we think that is a good thing.”
I’m not sure how active I’ll be over there but I think it’s a cool concept. If you want to befriend me my profile is RadicalVixen.
Posted by Vixen as Musings, Sexy Sensations at 11:53 PM CDT
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“It’d be like you were my mommy.”
-regular client
Ironically this wasn’t a mommy call. We were doing an orgasm control fantasy.
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Sex and Bacon: Why I Love Things That Are Very, Very Bad for Me
by Sarah Katherine Lewis
I’ve been struggling with how to review this book. A proper review can only be done in two parts-the book before and after page 267. Sounds odd I know but indulge me.
Starting the book I expected to read an evolving story. Instead Sex and Bacon is a series of essays. Often the essays interweave such as Lewis’ Fried Chicken Interlude pieces. Several essays explore ups and downs in one of her relationships. I enjoyed how the book was put together. It made for relaxed reading. I could pick it up, read a few chapters and then set it down for a fews days.
Her approach to recipes was particularly fun. They’re not written in a traditional form. Instead Lewis tells a story while giving loose instructions. Lewis’ insights during these chapters are particularly enjoyable. Her thoughts on sausage is a good example: “Sausage says, I’m glad you came, and Don’t you look beautiful tonight. Sausage is both regal and wonderfully proletarian.”
Lewis writes some about her sex worker days. In one essay she writes about her refusal to say “I love you” to her clients. I can relate. Telling a client to shove a ten inch dildo up his ass is easy but telling a client “I love you” always feels dirty to me. I prefer not to do it. “Baby Ruth Man”, about a man with a candy fetish, is one of the funniest passages in the book. While I enjoyed her stories I felt there was a tone of bitterness in them that hinted her years in the sex industry were not enjoyable.
Throughout the book Lewis talks about body image. I agreed with her a lot on this subject-curves are sexy, women should own and be proud of their bodies, women should enjoy food. It’s refreshing to read a woman who writes positively about her shapely curves.
I also enjoyed the chapters “The Bacon Quotient” which is about an experiment to find out how much bacon is enough and “Forbidden Fruit” which is about strange foods she’s eaten.
So far, so good. I was nearing the end of the book and was planning out my blog post. Then I got to page 267. I always thought it was a cliché that a small passage in a book could change your whole outlook on the work. Turns out it’s true. When I read these paragraphs I got pissed off:
“In all seriousness, a note about the sex industry: Dudes, don’t mess with porn. Don’t go to strip clubs, don’t rent dirty movies, and don’t jack off to nasty pics on the Internet. Don’t pay for domination, get lap dances, get “massages,” or rent women to watch you spank it. That shit will fuck you up-it’s addictive nonsense designed to wreck your chances of having loving relationships with real, live females and to make sure that you keep paying for the fake stuff.
Take the money your were going to spend on a month’s subscription to a corny adult website with the same tired images you’ve seen ten zillion times before and ask a smart, pretty girl out. I swear to you that hanging out with an actual female is much more fun than paying for the privilege of becoming just another john. Remember that the sex industry objectifies you just as much as it objectifies its performers. Unsubscribe!”
I’d like to say she’s joking but that “in all seriousness” part tells me otherwise. As someone who’s been in the sex industry for over six years I take issue with Lewis’ statements. I don’t feel objectified. It’s obvious she did but that’s not true for all sex workers. I don’t want to invalidate Lewis’ viewpoint just because I don’t agree with her. But oh how I disagree with her.
Why do only men using industry services objectify only women? Women buy porn. I like porn! Gay men buy gay porn. Lewis writes about an affair with a women so certainly she must know lesbians use industry services too.
How does giving up a porn website guarantee a man will have fun hang out with a woman? I respect my clients but will readily admit some are so mentally fucked up that they do not belong in a relationship. It sounds mean but some people are better off being single.
And what of the taboo fetishists? Occasionally people say my clients are cheating on their partners with me. I disagree. I point out that often fetishes should be kept from partners. How many wives really want to pee in their husbands mouths? How many girlfriends really want to watch their boyfriends suck on their shit stained panties? How many women would honestly be ok with their men going out to glory holes and sucking on random strangers’ cocks? (I’m referring to the fetish of having unsafe sex.) They’re probably better off not knowing. Definitely they’re better off having their men share their unsafe sex fantasies with me than acting them out in real life. I don’t think that’s objectification. I think that’s therapy. Albeit non-convention therapy but therapy nonetheless. Hell, I’d even go so far as to say I’ve probably kept many marriages intact.
As for objectification-What part of the capitalist system isn’t objectification? Ok, not all of it but it’s all around us. Want to buy a new car? How many car commercials imply you’ll get laid by hot chicks if you buy their model? Or buy their beer or their shaving cream or their sunglasses or their shoes or…too many things to list here. Why is it not objectification to have a barely clothed woman scrawled across a car but a woman stripping on a pole objectifies not only her but the man watching? Why is working in a small cubicle for slave wages not objectification but demanding a fat wad of bills to masturbate in front of a man is?
Again, I don’t want to invalidate Lewis’ sex worker experiences just because I disagree with her. But just because she felt objectified doesn’t mean that all of us do. Would I still recommend the book? Yes but with reservations. For the most part it’s a fun read. My caution is this-if you’re into sex worker activism like I am Lewis’ viewpoints may not sit well with you.
Posted by Vixen as Reviews, Sex Workers at 10:19 PM CDT
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Panty Tree had been planning our session for months. (For the origin of his nickname read this blog post.) Twice he had set a date, made travel arrangements and canceled at the last minute. After the second time I assumed we’d never meet. The session talk was just a fantasy, one we’d relieve hundreds of time on the phone but never in reality. This was fine by me-many of my callers having been doing this routine for years.
When PT asked if we could schedule a third time I told him he’d have to make a deposit. He suggested prepaying for the entire session. He also wanted a second mistress for the session and suggested prepaying her as well. I agreed.
Over the several months Panty Tree paid me and the second mistress (a friend I’ll nickname Second Mistress and laugh at my silliness) in little bits of cash. During our phone calls he’d plan out the sessions endlessly. Every detail was examined and re-examined. Repeatedly he’d tell me of his excitement and nervousness.
The slow but steady prepayment and his endless rehashing gave the upcoming session a heavy sense of foreboding. Could one session live up to PT’s panty obsessions? From our phone conversations I sensed he was placing a huge amount of importance on our meeting.
The day of our session came and still I was doubtful we’d meet. I had my session bag in the car just in case but otherwise went about my day as normal. SM and I hung out together and procrastinated about putting on make-up and doing our hair. An hour before the designated time PT called. He was in town and had checked into his hotel. Game on!
SM and I got dressed, put on make-up and did our hair in a local coffee shop. We had two outfits which is typical for this type of arrangement. When meeting a client at his hotel I dress in my “librarian garb” to get past hotel staff without raising eyebrows. (Librarian garb consists of flattering but not revealing blouse, long flowing skirt, wedge heels and normal make-up. My goal is to look cute but not memorable.)
Panty Tree opened his hotel door let us in. He instantly reminded me of an ex-boyfriend’s father. Imagine a Baptist preacher but make him incredibly shy and you have PT.
PT brought a large portion of his panty collection. His used panty collection. His used panty collection that were quite stained. I’m very anal retentive when it comes to sessions. Though I only do domination I sanitize every toy I use afterwards. If I spank a client over my knee I make sure to wash my legs after he walks out the door. I border on being a hypochondriac at times and seeing PT’s pile of used panties squicked me out.
Panty Tree lived up to his nickname. Picking up a pair from his collection he looked at me. “I’ve never done this in front of a person before” he said while he hands shook. I assured him it was alright. SM and I watched in silence as he draped the panties over his body. By tying the elastic bands together he made a sort of pantie cocoon around his body.
He kept saying how nervous and excited he was to be showing off. He was shaking the whole time. After his panty cocoon was complete he turned to face me. “How do I look Mistress” he asked. There were tears in his eyes that he tried to nonchalantly wipe away.
In reality he looked gross. A hunched old man who didn’t take care of his skin draped in old stained panties is what he really looked like. But I wasn’t there to tell him the truth. I was there to show compassion. As I sized him up I thought to myself “I will never feel shame for being a sex worker.” To Panty Tree I put on my flirtatious smile and told him he looked like a sexy slut.
Seeing Panty Tree’s vulnerability made me realize the value of my work. I was there to fulfill his fantasy yes. But I was also there to validate him as a person and to validate his desires.
Despite the fetish theme the session felt more like therapy than domination. Over and over PT would ask if it was ok to have a panty fetish. I assured him it was alright. “Am I a bad person for liking panties?” PT asked repeatedly. I told him he was a good person. If he hadn’t been covered in dirty panties I would have hugged him.
I’ve talked to PT several times since this session. Each time he thanks me profusely. I like it when clients say thank you; it’s a nice touch. No one has ever thanked me as many times as Panty Tree has. Originally I was concerned SM and I couldn’t live up to his expectations. But PT has made it very clear that we fulfilled him more than he thought possible. After telling my friend Sera about the session she commented “Wow. You made his life.”
I was struck by how much compassion was in this session. PT needed acceptance and assurance that it was ok to have a dirty panty fetish. He needed to show off in front of someone who was understanding and caring. This session inspired my new series Sex Work And Compassion.
Most of the time my work is just that-work. We talk, I fulfill a fantasy and if I’m lucky I get some good blog material. That’s fine because it’s the nature of the work. But there are a handful of clients that go beyond the normal routine. I’ve done sessions where the clients were so vulnerable. Their need for compassion has come in many forms-talking, pleading, crying, confessing. These are the calls that are about more than just getting off. They feel more like a therapy session than phone sex. Clients work through sexual issues, sexual guilt, sexual abuse, relationship problems, midlife crises and more.
These are the clients that show me the importance of sex work. All to often I read media stories that portray us as little better than trash. We are accused of being immoral, abused, neglected, drug addicted, worthless sex workers. We are not worthless. We are a vital part of society. There are those that need our help and need the kind of therapy that only a sex worker can provide. Sessions like Panty Tree’s prove to me that our work is immensely valuable. This series will explore the compassion I’ve found in my work.
Posted by Vixen as PSO Confessions, Sex Workers at 11:49 PM CDT
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Generally I don’t find smoking sexy. But there are some exceptions, this picture from Martha’s Girls being one one them.
Posted by Vixen as Sexy Sensations at 11:44 PM CDT
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Thanks to A Nawty Mouz who pointed out that the Sugasm is back up. And thanks to Sam who incurred quite the headache fixing it behind the scenes.
Sugasm submitters can submit their posts here. If the site stays stable Sugasm #144 should be up sometime next week.
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