Bullety Goodness
- Drag Queen Show- I’d never been to one before. I had no idea what to expect. To be honest, what I DID expect, especially since I knew it was being held at the college, was a bunch of college boys with facial hair and badly applied make-up, teetering around on heels while wearing gawdy dresses.
I was. so. wrong.
These women (men? women? I don’t know what the pc term is! Ahh!) were professional. They were entertainers. They looked fucking HOT. They sang (lip synched), they danced, they joked, they worked the crowd. They looked GOOD.
It was so much fun. The energy in the room was amazing. The acceptance was out of this world. I keep being surprised, over and over again, at this rural area.
Am went, too, with a group of her friends, and I think it really opened her eyes to the kind of gay community that exists outside of the tiny, narrow-minded world of high school. There were so many gay people there! The phrase “gay and proud” could practically be felt. It was just awesome. Really really awesome. I’m so glad we went.
- I just watched an episode of Clean House where the daughter was totally wearing a Turian slave collar. I could see the hinges and everything. The only thing that bugged me was that she looked way young (didn’t catch the age if it was said on the show, but she was still living with mom; had braces. She looked like a teenager). I wonder if she’s on Fet.
- I’m cooking a roast with wine. I’ve never cooked with wine. I feel so grown up now!
- A min-rant: About blogging.
I don’t make money blogging. So… I guess I’m a tad baffled where the entitlement syndrome comes from. Fortunately, it’s just a few select readers, not the majority. It’s a curious thing though. I mean, when I’m paying for a service I tend to feel like I have the right to demand a certain amount of satisfaction for that service.
But when I’m not paying for it, when I’m obviously not a customer? I don’t really feel that.
So.. none of y’all are paying to read here. Obviously. I advertise only for the companies that I do business with. The places I shop, the places I watch porn. I link to places I read or support. What little kickback I get for keeping those ads on my sidebar doesn’t even cover the cost of the domain. So, honest to Pete, I’m not making money here.
More importantly, I’m not trying to.
When I first switched from LJ to my own domain, I kicked around the idea of making money. But, fact is, it’s not me. I’m just not cut out for doing the reviews (tried it, hated it), I don’t like the idea of pushing the sites on anyone, I just want to blog when I feel like it, or not when I don’t.
Point is, I don’t have a lot of “must please the reader!” coursing through me, you know what I mean? Because I’m not relying on keeping a certain number of readers. So it just puzzles me to pieces when someone makes a comment that insinuates that I’m somehow in the wrong for choosing to spend my online time somewhere other than sitting here making a blog post. As if I somehow OWE them a post.
Here’s the deal.
If I ever become a pay site, and you’re spending YOUR hard-earned money to finance my domain, you’ll get to have input on the contents. Whether quality or quantity, your opinion will have weight. I’ll need your opinion, won’t I, if I’m relying on you to make that payment?
But until that happens (and rest assured, it never will. My ego isn’t big enough to warrant a pay site), you are so completely in the wrong to think that you should even have a say on where I spend my time. So. Fucking. Wrong.
One person has that right. One. And you ain’t him.
Also- if you think this is about you, it probably isn’t. I’m not talking about the good natured teasing. They know who they are.
- Speaking of money, I have no idea how we’re going to do Christmas this year. There’ve just been too many other things sucking up the extra lately. I dunno, could be a lean one. And- I haven’t a single lick of guilt over it if it is a lean one. God knows the kids want for nothing and get spoiled all year long. Even if it isn’t a lean one, I may make it one on purpose. Any family who leaves poop balls on my kitchen floor should not expect a lavish Christmas, right? Damn right.
- Speaking of Christmas!! I want to go watch the animated Christmas Carol movie so freaking bad! In the theater, in 3-D. Not on DVD, not in my living room. I wanna gooooooooooOOOOOoooo…. /whine
- This last Saturday night, we went out for dinner with some lifestyle friends (I’ve decided to name them Jack and Jill. Jill from “IDK, my bff-jill?” and Jack because if she is Jill then he has to be Jack. It goes together). So we went out for dinner with Jack and Jill, and after dinner we were supposed to kind of end up at their house in their basement having wicked fun- but we never got past cheesecake and drinks in the living room. We just talked, about kids, about grandkids, about relationships, about kink, about fetlife, about everything.
And really, I think I had more fun than if we’d have made it to the basement. It was exactly what I needed.
Even though when we got there, Master and I were snipping at each other a little bit..lol. Gah! He drives me bonkers sometimes! And I’m terrible at shutting up if I have something to say (NO! Really!?). But whatever. We worked it out. We always do.
- Babygirl has Master so wrapped it’s hilarious. She has figured out, in 4 short months, what it took me years to figure out.
The way to snag Master’s heart? Worship.
When he picks her up or when he talks to her, she is absolutely mesmorized. She quiets down immediately, folds her little hands together and just gazes up at him. She stares, she’s not smiling or laughing, not playing cute- she just studies. He has her complete and undivided attention.
AND! She favors him. Man, she is goooooood. She can be the fussiest little fuss-budget for Jes or myself, not happy with anything we’re doing, but he comes in, picks her up and.. like magic.. she’s calm. Watching him, listening to him.
So you know what I overheard him telling her the other day? Heh. In that high-pitched sing-singy voice that adults reserve just for ickle babies, he was crooning, “And grandpa’s going to buy you whatever you want, isn’t he? Why yes he is! Because you are SO CUTE! and I’m not going to be able to tell you no, am I? I don’t think so! Nuh-uh! I’m not! Not for my little babygirl!”
Hee. I don’t know what happened to the hard-ass that was around when Jes was pregnant, but I like this one much better.
- That is all. My chores, they call me.
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Monday November 9th, 2009 11:43am
Just one small comment from me: My comment about your kids being old enough to fend for themselves in their everyday business without constantly interrupting you, was not because I believe I am entitled to blog posts from you. It was because it sounded like you didn’t like the situation yourself.
And you were absolutely not one I was referring to. Promise, cross my eye, poke my heart- or however it goes.
(and, it isn’t just the kids who interrupt, if you know what I mean.
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I always like to call drag performers women, at least while they’re on stage. After all, most of them are better at being feminine than *I* am most of the time! So I figure they deserve it.
Grandpa’s are like that ~ you hand over the grandbaby and they’re instantly GOOD for grandpa! My dad is like that with my kids… it’s just something about them. Instant obedience that I could NEVER get! ^_^
em´s last blog ..The weekend, in a few words…
kickback? you get kickbacks? hrmmmmmm…so *thats* what that little brown poop=ball was doin’ in your kitchen…..
just sayin’…..
nilla
***ewwwwww, hehehe!
nilla´s last blog ..D/s the CD
Kaya,
What?! You’re not blogging just for me? I’m shocked, shocked to discover that we aren’t your number one person to please in life. How can you do this to us?
Is Clean House anything like Clean Sweep? I used to love that show. It’s possible the daughter was wearing the collar as a goth affectation instead of because she was a slave. I’ve seen that aorund our downtown area.
Maybe the show will end up being the first step in breaking down some of the prejudice barriers out in your neck of the woods? I know what you mean about their being hot; I recall the drag queen that was next to us at Spank; S/he was very hot, at least from the perspective of this hetero guy.
Dave
Well, I certainly got those htlm tags wrong.
I fixed your tags. You just forgot to end them.
The collar wasn’t a gothic style collar. It was one of those circle metal ones. Not the kind that makes one thing goth or emo or anything like that. But.. who knows. Perhaps that’s a weird Californian fashion statement.
From the Master of kaya,
Dave,
I couldn’t agree more. The “drag or tranny” (whatever she would like to be called) next to us was hot to say the least. She was awesome as well and very funny and easy to get along with and talk to. Hope we are close to her this coming year.. *HINT Boring Jen*
Mok
you mean you didn’t want me to give you a list of what you should blog about, what you shouldn’t blog about and how the blog should be organized? damn, another good idea gone to waste. *grin*
Switching subjects, big time envy on the granddaughter. I know I would be just as bad or worse.
re: Entitlement…damn, I thought I was entitled to dinner 4 times a year. (one NOT being Thanksgiving !!)
Best,
s.
I just love your site, just keep on writing from the heart as you always have.
Can I just say I enjoyed your rant.
Also, I’m sad I haven’t ever commented in guilt-trip fashion, though.
Really, it would have done wonders for my, “OMG, she’s talking about meeeeeeeee” complex.
(Let’s be clear, I’m convinced I have no self-esteem, but all the textbooks refer to it as something called “narcissism.” I’m still not entirely sure what that is. But given that *I* don’t know about it, it’s clearly useless.)
Secondly, I miss cheesecake.
Absolutely must find a decent vegan substitute. Immediately. Actually, sooner than that.
Going.
Away.
Now.
~Chloe, who is a fucking genius.
Chloe´s last blog ..My Collar? No, Thanks.
Did you see this? http://vegetarian.about.com/od/desertrecipes/r/keylimecake.htm
Posted down there *points* for you.
Jill from “I dunno, my bff-
jill?”
Hahaha! I quote that commercial all the time. I snorted water out my nose with an unexpected chuckle. I love the random references you make. I dunno why I’m choosing now to comment – I’ve been lurking for the last year or so. Anyways, I love your blog. You are teh funny =)
And I totally fucked it up! “I dunno, my BFF-Jill”?? what the hell. IDK!! My bff-jill! argh!
I edited it though. I hate when I fuck up things I know. Me and the kids say IDK-My BFF-Jill *alla damn time*!
As a long time reader I have a demand dammit! I demand you listen to your master and not us whining commenters!
Love your blog
kaya, babygirl is not worshiping your Master, she has seen what he does to you, and she is living in fear! Naw,she is planning her brithday gifts already, and buttering him up…..the man you thought you knew has been replaced…have you seen any pods around lately??????
Granddaughters give off a pheromone that alters the emotional reactions of grandfathers.
True fact. Or at least, it ought to be.
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I cook my roasts with wine all the time. It’s awesome. I take a pot roast, make little cuts, stuff them with all the garlic I can fit, then salt and pepper the meat. Brown it in a big skillet, then add a bottle of cheap red wine, some worcester sauce, more garlic, and set in a crock pot for however long. I add onions and potatoes if I want something substantial. For pork, do the same thing, except use Tiger Sauce and white wine. So good, and you can do all the things you need to do during the day.
I LOVE love love Clean House!! I was addicted for a few months. I’ve backed off, which means of course I missed the collar episode.
As far as the entitlement thing? Isn’t that just so cute when people think they have the right to tell you when and where you will write (other than the big guy of course). And the little passive aggressive/guilt trip way of commenting about it? So darling.
Personally, doesn’t matter whether I read you here or there – still like to read what you write.
Blush
I really only like the ones where Niecy is the host, and Matt and Mark and Trish are there. I hate it when they bring in other team members.
I had to google Clean House … but loved the rest of your rave; something I always keep to the forefront, ultimately blogging is about writing for ME – screw the idiots that have that sense of entititlement.
when i was young one of my favourite things was to bring out of town friends to the entertainment at certain bars downtown and watch my guy friends fall into instant lust … and then laugh my ass off as I informed them that these straight hetro macho men were lusting about other GUYS … those damn women were more beautiful than any other born-that-way women in the room!
Kaya, sometimes I get a little freaked when I read you…sometimes I laugh out loud. Such a dynamic wouldn’t happen if you weren’t YOU. Thanks!
“So you know what I overheard him telling her the other day? Heh. In that high-pitched sing-singy voice that adults reserve just for ickle babies, he was crooning, “And grandpa’s going to buy you whatever you want, isn’t he? Why yes he is! Because you are SO CUTE! and I’m not going to be able to tell you no, am I? I don’t think so! Nuh-uh! I’m not! Not for my little babygirl!”
Without a doubt, one of the cutest and funniest things you’ve ever written. Gotta love babies!!
Thanks so much for giving me hope. Maybe when one of ours has a little one Sir will soften up.
Dear Kaya,
I saw some of those comments and my jaw just dropped. Thank you for allowing us a glimpse of your life.
Also, I saw that Chloe is looking for a cheesecake recipe. When I was dating the Vegan, I made this: http://vegetarian.about.com/od/desertrecipes/r/keylimecake.htm It helps if you put real kiwi on top!
Sincerely,
Ally
we are all just addicted to your life…lol…and love the slant you put on it, from kinky hot sex to housework (although poop on the floor is a unique category of housework and as such deserves some type of special recognition) keep on blogging …we’ll keep on reading, laughing and crying with you..
Hey missy!!!!
I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate your blog. I always leave here changed or affected(effected?) I am so addicted to your blog. jeleous as hell too. boy my spelling today sucks. you keep doing what you are doing and I’ll keep reading what your writing and all the rest can go….um yeah …you know…lol… be blessed my friend….now back to lurkdom