Wetness Gone Wild

Okee dokee. Now that’s the way to kick off the summer. The quaint seaside island village I have found to live has developed a unique, in my experience, party parade to start the summer season of fun in the sun. It’s called The Beach Bum parade. And like all great party parades it’s a parade in name only. It’s an all out, full contact water fight. It started more than a few years ago and it’s origins are the stuff of legend. It’s present day incarnation creates them. People just go crazy with this. Most have a blast laughing and running about. Sometimes, as you might expect, the people that don’t know what going on get quite a surprise when the round the corner and drive into an unexpected deluge.

Such a Busy Beaver

So what the bloody hell have I been up to?!? I have had one busy beaver that’s what I’ve been up to. Well, for one thing, I am now one of the fabulously fully indoctrinated, official, full fledgedCamWhores. Ta-ta-da-daaaaaaaaaaaaa. So all tolled with the combination photo shoots forSouthern Charms, my cam shows and the phone chats at Nite Flirt and iFriends I should say I have been bending over front-wards to keep my end up.

Not that I am complaining mind you. None of it. I love it. I know, I know everyone says that. And far be it from me to cast disparagements towards anyone, seriously, It’s gonna be a long hot summer. I get to wear satin and silk and little wisps of clothing that flutter and billow in the hot summer breezes. I pull on teeny tiny barely there bathing suits that are the required attire of the beach and hit the beach as much as possible. You know work on the tan lines. The early heat in the South brings out the sexy in just about everyone. I love all those slick shiny next to nude bodies laying about or slinking and strutting down the beach. Young and old and all in between. They can look like big cats on the plains of Africa. All sinewy and taut with the healthy form of successful predators. Tanned. Oh my, hot, hot. All that affects me in the most stimulating ways.

The Sky Fell

Looks just a little bit scary uh Pee-Wee? It’s not nearly has bad as some have had it but I got to tell you this little Critter is not used to seeing the sky come in so low and so fast. When the wind from this baby swept in the pine cones from the trees across the street landed, and I mean landed, in my yard without touching the ground. My yard is pretty well taken cared of and it took about three seconds to fill it with pine cones and leafs. Earthquakes. The earth squirming and jolting and jumping and humping right under my little feet. That’s a little more of the kind of natural phenomenon that I’m used to. Grew up on a fault line in California. Lived on a fault line in Alaska. Nearly all my life has been spent on the Ring of Fire. Some I know never quite got used to the idea of the earth opening up a swallowing anything and everything whole in one violent gulp. ‘Course now I live in hurricane country. Granted there has not been one here for a long, long time but I have a front row seat and it’s a little nerve racking to see the satellite photos showing those swirling maelstrom and my home in the same image. The funky shot of my hair exploding off my head was taken when the bitch Katrina was on the East coast of Florida and hundreds of miles away. The power is unfathomable.

Don’t y’all fret none, ok? I’m here to tell ya that warmer weather is on the way. After so long just shy of the frickin’ Arctic Circle I am keeping a real close eye on such things as the thermometer. I just can’t resist the deep seeded urge to spread myself wide to the clear blue and anyone lucky enough to happen along and that cares to take a peek. Not that I foist myself on strangers. I’m that discreet. But even that only adds to the thrill of possiby getting caught or better being spied on. And you the feeling must be contagious ‘cause I have never, ever had any trouble getting anybody to join in with me in a little outdoor sex. Sometimes, just sometimes there’s even a camera near by. You know to catch all the wonders of nature in their glorious beauty. Speaking of which. Don’t forget you can see all of me in all my natural wonder over at Nite Flirt and iFriends.

Man After Man, Coming & Going & Coming Again And Again

I don’t want to sound my age here or anything but I had the very best time this St. Patrick’s Day weekend at home. But I wasn’t alone oh no, no. I had a lot of company. A lot. Between my phone and cam shows at NITE FLIRT and iFRIENDS I was one busy little bunny. Hopping up and down on first one cock then another. Bending and spreading left and right. Oh what a mighty fun time it was. I started the weekend off by getting a set of photos posted over at SOUTHERN CHARMS.What a kick in the ass that shoot was. Me and my shooter are able to take advantage of some of the warmest weather yet to take some steps toward shooting outside. Not that I’m adverse to shooting in the great outdoors. In fact it makes me randier that a jackrabbit on a date. Just something about the warm sun caressing my body- I just can’t resist the deep seeded urge to spread myself wide to the clear blue and anyone lucky enough to happen along. Well being in one’s own backyard, you know,with the possibility that a neighbor might see, well, that’s a little different. It was fun and a hoot, really, but I didn’t want my neighbors to see me with my pantyhose at my ankles and my knees spread wide for the camera. It’s the frame of mind I guess. I deal and relate with my wonderful neighbors in this wonderful neighborhood on a different level that I do when I'm romping for the camera or sharing a hot, hot diddle with my phone and cam friends. I know you know what I mean. Not that some of my neighbors aren’t diddle worthy. Fuck me, no. This place crawls with all kinds of men in all states of undress. But I keep that in my head where it will do the most good.

Sppprrrrrrriiiiinnnggg!!!!!!

I know it’s a little early by a week or so, more or less. Spring starts March 20 at 1:26pm here on the East Coast. OK so I am keeping a close eye on the season. It’s been a long, long time since I had a real spring. A real spring at spring time. So I am anxious to get the page turned, you know what I mean? But I’m not saying that I’ve long suffered a bleak and bitter winter. Nope, not me for a change. Why, you ask. More importantly why am I so making a point of making a point of acknowledging the changing of the season? I mean, you say, the damn season changes every three months every year. And I say True, true. But this spring is my first spring not in Alaska. And here, where I am, it is unseasonable warm. The temperature was 80 degrees yesterday and it’s going to 80 degrees today. In Anchorage, where I’ve lived and loved and labored for the past 14 winter-to-springs today, presently the temperature in Alaska is like 27. That’s 53 degrees difference. And that is worth noting.

You know it’s always fun to find some thing or another that maybe you’ve hadn’t seen in awhile. How nice
it was to find a little something-something long time gone but not forgotten. Well this happened to me just yesterday when an
old playmate. Well, OK, a long time submissive of mine. Yes, that’s right, your sweet little shy flower, Sinful Critter, has
a bad ass side. The name of my alter persona is Ms. Josephine. She’s been with me all my life poking and nudging me when I
needed a little extra gumption, a little extra spit and vinegar. Josephine will speak up, poke her head into the room, speak
my mind or whatever it takes to get things set right. It was more than a few years ago that it was brought to my attention
just how many hapless fellows there are out there in the world longing for the tactility of whip and crop. I felt obliged to
help these little lost puppies out. So, time goes by, the Internet becomes user friendly and begets PEP where I had some of my first phone sessions, iFriends, Southern Charms and Nite Flirt. All wonderful places for Mst. Josephine to live learn, and grow. Along the way Charles comes along and goes away. Now after a much too long a time he comes back. It’s the kind of thing that
occasionally brackets an arbitrary period of time for me. Charles is like an old sweater or a disc of music that somehow got
put aside and not picked up again for a long, long time. And then when circumstance conspires to bring you back together my mind runs over all the things that have transpired between then and now. Funny the things that can provide valuable
perspective.

Can I brag a wee bit? Cool. I just got up because, man, I need the Z’s. My phone has been scorching hot. And my damn camera hasn’t missed a thing. You have got to get over to me at NiteFlirt. You guys have me going like crazy and the sessions have been absolutely epic. I don’t know if it’s the moon or the first hints of a Georgia spring or what the hell it but I’ve been killing on the phone. And you want to know what’s really blowing me away? I can’t get enough. I simply cannot get enough. You all are so wonderful and I just love making you feel good all over.

Oh, yeah soon you’ll see a brand new listing for little ‘ol Critter over at NiteFlirt and it’s a hot one, maybe even a little hotter than some of the others if that’s possible (which upon reflection it’s not). It’s a special line for all you money slave-pigs. You guys know exactly who you are. So open those wallets, bend over and take it like a man.

Light the Lights!!!!

So did you watch the big party last night? I didn’t. Not really. Dropping in and out is the best I can cop to doing. It’s not that I hold Hollywood or the entertainment industry in any type of disdain or anything like that. It’s just that I draw pretty much my own conclusions about my entertainment. And really, after all, they are just people doing their job. Doing their job well, certainly. And their job is to entertain me, right. And for my part I hold up my end of the deal. I enjoy curling up and suspending my disbelief and escape into another’s world. Fact or fiction it doesn’t matter. A good film is a good film. I enjoyed “Monster” as much as I enjoyed “War of the Worlds” I enjoyed them differently to be sure but enjoyed them equally. I think what I have a problem with in general is the fascination with celebrity and pop culture. Entertainers really earn their keep by enduring the public humiliation they endure daily on TV and weekly on the papers that assault us as we check out at the grocery. Now I understand that some of them are media whores (whore is really too nice a moniker some of them are more like media leeches) tangled in some twisted dysfunctional relationship with the paparazzi and the tabloids in general. They are insecure and compulsive about getting their name and face out there in front of us. And like in any other symbiotic relationship the other half (the tabloid press) is more than happy to supply the demand. It has to wear on the hunted, though. Eventually they want a moment of real privacy or genuine peace and they find it’s not to be and wind up further humiliating themselves in some way or another. And the members of the tabs are just bottom feeders slugging along through the dregs and slurping up whatever inane bits of minutia of their quarry’s life they can intrude upon. So I get by casually observing from afar. Bemused at best, chagrined at worst.

The Morning After

The Morning After...........................The last eight days have been a convoluted roiling mass of light and dark. Heroism, selflessness, sacrifice are words that come to mind time and time again. But so do stupidity, ineptitude and evil. Out government (NOTE; don’t blame me, I didn’t vote for the asshole). Disaster response and preparedness, are separate and different animals. Preparedness starts at the bottom or local level, and works up. And there is little people outside N.O. and the state of LA can do about the government that did prepare to get the people without transport out of the city. But the disgraceful and disturbing cluster-fuck that was and is the response of Homeland Security and FEMA has to be addressed. It was put succinctly this morning; put people before procedure.

Things are Begining to Spin

What a perfect storm of politicizing, posturing and spinning. On the tremendous upside; the calvary has arrived, things are excruciatingly slowly slipping into place. There’s a momentum and rhythm and routine to the relief efforts setting in that means somehow, someway, sometime soon things will be on the path to whatever the new reality that is New Orleans will be. There’s more and more pictures coming out of the zone showing calm, professional behavior and simple human compassion. I’m going to believe it’s genuine but at the same time I’m cynical enough to know that the cameras are in tow as much as possible. Regardless it’s heartening to see and means the world to the victims of this catastrophe. What’s going to happen, I’m afraid, is that the fucking politicians are going to wade in a fuck this thing all over. The Democrats have to be careful not to over play this, the Conservatives are a defensive bunch as it is and the well cry like little girls that the Demo’s are playing politics. If that’s not playing politics I don’t know what is.

It's Getting Worse

It's Getting Worse.......................Things are literally falling apart in NO. Civil unrest is rising and hampering rescue efforts. National Guard and even military are well on their way and we can only hope they get in place and impose civility before the unrest becomes massive and gains momentum and horrible things begin to happen.

N.O., oh, no

Life Imitates Art................................... The apocalyptic situation in New Orleans is as disturbing a scenario as can ever be imagined. So many of the scenes playing out have been anticipated for years. Computer models and common sense predicted just this sort of thing. Not that there was much anybody could. I mean, N.O. has been there forever and over the years painted (or built) itself in to this corner. I don’t understand the long term systemic denial. The lack of an overriding generational like minded thinking that allowed for some sort of progressive, evolutionary moving not just away from the water but to higher ground. As infrastructure was rebuilt and replaced, factor in the inevitability of a direct hit from a strongest possible storm. Which, it should be noted, that as strongest possible storms go, Katrina was a weak one and N.O. was missed but a cat’s whisker by the very worst of the very worst. Only adding to the virtual scope of this catastrophe is the societal nature of N.O. It is a fully realized and functioning urban environment with a full cross section of 21st century America unlike the more residential nature of a lot of coastal regions.

Speaking of societal phenomenon; looting. What the fuck?!?!?? OK, people are hot. People are hungry, people are thirsty. People are scared shitless. Their world looks like a disaster movie, their world feels real. Taking food, water, even OTC medications is really understandable in a world that appears to have come to an end. But when you’re waist deep in slug and it’s only getting deeper and there is no electricity within 50 miles why the fuck do you need a bag full of fucking sneakers or a flat screen?!?? Guess what. You fucking don’t. Looting has to be one of the most repugnant and fascinating of human behavior.

People Less Than Genuine

Oh my, it was bound to happen............................ The biggest asshole yet called today. You know, you hear it happens to others. You can expect it, though you don’t dwell on the inevitability of running across an asshole. You can’t be braced for the insults all the time. Sets a defensive frame of mind counterproductive to the fun and games we’re here for. Occupational hazard I guess. And I will follow my own advise and not dwell on the big fat stinking steaming pile of loser here either. Besides it’s such an infinitesimal number of assholes compared to the gargantuan number of absolute sweethearts (call it the asshole to sweetheart ratio or ahl:swthrt = like a 1 to a billion) it defies my ability to ruminate on the losers for very long at all. So when they come your way you just do your best to let it roll off your back. It gives me a chance, I know, to appreciate all the honey’s that I do speak with. You all so sweet.

Speaking of assholes.......................................... yikes, where do I start? W’s speaking to yet another user friendly crowd just now. How difficult it must be to keep to the impossibly deluded party line. Saying the same shit over and over and over and over again in complete denial of the facts. The people of this country are getting war weary and it starting to show in the polls. The discontent will continue to grow as we get closer and bloody closer to 2,000 Americans killed. And now with the 2006 mid-term campaigns ramping up you will see more and more of a propensity of the Republicans to eat their own. W will get awfully lonely in the next year or so. And Pat Robertson? Wow. It’s not so much what he said this time. The thought of a clean antiseptic assassination is appealing but he forgets the extent of his profile. He has positioned himself to represent a certain segment of the religious and political population. He’s free to say whatever the fuck he wants but he’s got to be prepared to pay the band if he’s gonna dance. Here’s the tune from today; “I didn't say 'assassination.' I said our special forces should 'take him out.' Here’s Monday’s song and dance; "If he thinks we're trying to assassinate him, I think we really ought to go ahead and do it," said Robertson on Monday's program.

Wow he’s so much more articulate than I.

Rosie

Meowwwwwwwwww............................here’s a picture of one of my dearest friends.

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It’s Lunacy................... Must be something in the air. The calls have been hot and heavy. Just the way I like it. My callers have to be the coolest. So hot!!! Like the weather. Throw a full moon in to the mix and I get; Wham! Bam!! Fuck me man!!! and really everyone, or nearly everyone, has been so nice. So considerate and polite. Most haven’t minded wandering off topic a bit now and again. We discuss politics and technology, sex and the weather too. It’s just a couple of new friends chatting. I love that. I know people are more than the sum of their parts. People or more than just their penis or vagina or tongue. Sometimes just shooting the shit with someone can be quite a relief. It’s all how it’s placed in one’s life. One’s personal priorities, perspective and self image and the way we relate and deal in the world. It’s easier to talk to strangers or a bartender or a hair stylist about some things than it is family or friends/co-workers. Firstly we might be a little less afraid of being judged. And secondly it’s not like we are going to lend them money or they’re marrying into the family. There’s a distance and at the same time a certain space we deal and relate to some people in. I’m honored to occupy that space for some people. A space where people aren’t afraid of being judged plus where they have a sympathetic ear and an understanding kindred spirit. I am a person that my friends can talk to. Always have been. I’m famous, or infamous some might say, for being honest without sounding aloof or superior or condescending. And I am luck to have been connecting with folks who are intelligent and articulate. Honestly when I look at the world some days and hear people speak I swear it’s like we don’t live on the same planet. Where in the hell do they get some of their ideas is beyond me.

Ring................ring.......... Wow is this phone sex stuff cool. As you may or may not know I am Speaker at NiteFlirt. That’s the best job description for phone sex yet if you ask me. I’m a Speaker. Invokes images of a mystic, a shaman “speaking” of things beyond the beyond. Far be it for me to make light of what I do. I do accept my responsibilities and take them seriously. I have long been a student of the human condition. Been interested in the in’s and out’s of the human psyche since college and earlier, really.

High ‘Em High........................ Dennis Rader’s BTK killings sentencing hearings are going on today and will for the next few days. In this world today as more and more people of position and responsibility are ducking responsibility or simply refusing to take responsibility for their actions or the consequences of their actions. Serial killers are obviously insane. Anyone who plans and executes a deliberate taking of another human life is insane. We have to decide through jurisprudence if the killer is sane enough to exercise free will and keep himself from killing. Rader has displayed an abundance of ability and made many, many decisions to facilitate his killings. Once that is determined- sane but capeable of free will there is only one punishment befitting murder.

Just Stuff

Had such a nice weekend......... Of course it wasn’t so much that it was a weekend. Frankly, if I had to choose when to work and not, I’d work the weekend. If you’ve got yourself anything other than a service related job, so you don’t have to deal with the pedestrian public, working weekends is really pretty cool. But this small respite from my web presence was nicely timed and well deserved if I do say so myself. I got out and about, down to the River St. for a walk about. It was supposed to be very hot but a good breeze was up and being a late Sunday after noon, not too many people.

Meanwhile down on the ranch....................The grieving Mom is still getting all the attention she deserves. W still hasn’t met with her as of this writing. I just hope she’s not being taken advantage of. I support her and her right and back her message fully. But in this day and age a healthy dose of skepticism keeps one from being too disappointed by a blind sided revelation that yes there are scum bags capable of minipulating causes I belive in for spiteful reasons and they are not above taking advantage of people to do it either. Regardless of any nefarious goings on is there hope that this might be the catalyst that could spark a larger, nation-wide anti-war protest movement? I think I see the possibility. There are as many as a thousand vigils planned for tonight across the country.

If W truly sympathizes with Cindy Sheehan, then how is it the Bush daughters aren’t serving in the military in some capacity? And speaking to the fact that W has met with Sheehan; there is no one way to deal with grief, no timetable. She may have felt whole after speaking with W but as time went by she realized that her son was dead and that for her a few words of sympathy from the man that instigated her boy’s death was not enough to sustain her for the rest of her
life.

Sure NARAL was out of line but at least they pulled them as opposed to the Swift Boat Veterans.

Open Roads

I just can’t think of another time in my life that I have mistrusted a presidential administration less than this one. When Rummy gets up there at the podium and says, in no uncertain terms (a major change in policy in and of itself), that the bombs intercepted at the border are professionally made and from Iran I just have to be suspicious. They may very well be, and probably are, but I need to hear it from somebody I trust. Not the Bush administration. And that fact alone is both disheartening and frustrating. And how about that pork laden highway bill W signed yesterday. Yikes, what bullshit. You can smell the bacon. $286.4 billion, good way to reign in spending.