And I love being soft. Not a straight line on this little body of mine.

And speaking of straights… The folks at Ustream banned me from their site yesterday. Despite my absolute efforts to follow their Terms of Service, which stated “no nudity.”

As I prepared for my week of streaming I thought long and hard on what that might mean… Nudity. Where does nude start? Is it at the edge of the areola? Is it the cusp of the ass, where the thigh creases up into the round flesh? I don’t know? But I do know I was not nude! (Photographic evidence enclosed.) Like I said, I’m soft. Nothing hardcore about me but my words.

Most of the time I am on streaming… I’m writing until I ache or yapping on the phone. We had about 10 minutes of corset and heels before the plug was pulled. Bastards. Before they banned me, we were able to capture some of my offensiveness. And if you like these images, you have my kickstarter backers to thank. They supported the project, took these photos and inspire me endlessly.

Sad you missed it? As I wrap this book up, I am already planning the next one. My stream is temporarily haulted until I get a new service in place. But you know me, I’m unstoppable.

Here I am, on stage in San Francisco with a V8 hot rod engine… performing my Auto Erotica Show.

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I have been cleaning out my archive of letters as I continue to pull together my next book project. Last night I came across a letter from Dian Hanson, inviting me in to her office, dated August of 1995.

Dian was the editor of Leg Show Magazine at the time. As a young, alternative model my dream was to be in Leg Show. The images were always sexy as hell, you could find a variety of types of women in the pages and the photos were not as lewd as many of the other publications out there.  My preference was to do flirtatious photos over nudity. Leg Show was just my thing.

The beauty and success of the magazine could be contributed to the lush, erotic mind of Dian Hanson. (She’s now an editor for Taschen.) And meeting her was a real treat for me. Her office alone was like a dirty sideshow museum. Art crawled up the walls and her desk was covered in potential nudie girl spreads for upcoming issues. She’s long, tall and beautiful.  I was in heaven!

She was known for her aloofness. And I had seen a guy chase after her in the rudest way at a party once, trying to introduce his model girlfriend to her. It was easy to chalk her attitude up to professionalism.

I remember just a few other details from that meeting. She asked to see the tops and bottoms of my feet. She had me try on a pair of size 4 shoes to see just how little my feet were. And then we talked about settings and how we would dress the shoot.

She explained to me that she liked to use contrasting colors as men were attracted to them. She picked up an image on her desk of a woman posing in front of a blue seamless backdrop, near a fire hydrant, wearing yellow heels, red stockings, yellow panties, a red bra and a yellow rain slicker.

The color combinations were damn near painful to my eyes. Red and yellow? I might mix black stockings with grey panties. Or a light pink bra with white panties… but red and yellow? We both sat there smirking over it. She insisted it was true. This was a color combination that would light men up.

And who was I to argue with Dian Hanson? New York Magazine did a piece on her where she states, ”I’ve made this magazine successful by listening to guys,” Hanson says. “I probe them for the subtleties of their lust.” No one knew legs, panties and men better than Dian.

Yet all these years later I still sit with that image of red and yellow underthings and wonder,  really guys? Really?

And so I ask you if you… do you find extremely contrasting colors of lingerie to be sexy? It’s just pure curiosity that has me asking.

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Some interesting finds as of late… Look at this stunning rotating gallery of real bodies, complete with weighs and sizes. And these fashion insiders teach students how to consume the fantasy that is fashion.

(Photo by Katrina del Mar.)

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It started in an empty office building near Union Square, NYC. The vacuum was not plugged in. I was not posing. I was just clearing the floor so we might have a set free of clutter.

The photographer was Mark Anthony Lacy. I was an East Village writer that was a sometimes muse for photographers and illustrators.

The photo was sent to Dian Hanson. Who I believe passed it on to Robert Crumb. Crumb likes a sturdy girl and went on to illustrate the photo. Which then appeared in Art & Beauty Magazine.

Early today I learned that it is now gracing the skin of some fine soul in the UK. Tattooed by Chelsea of Hello Sailor Tattoo Studio. Sounds like an awesome tattoo shop – with an all-female staff of artist.

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I remember it so clearly. Standing in front of a restaurant on Avenue A and 10th Street. There were these barriers. I was on one side. On the other side there were tables, chairs, plates, napkins, people eating, and huge drinks with fancy stuff sticking out of them.

I stood there for a moment watching. I had to know, why were they on that side of the barrier and me on the other? How was I different? And how might I become like them? These were very honest questions.

There were the obvious things, I was homeless. I did not look pretty as I had spent the night barely sleeping on a park bench in Tompkins Square Park. I was a little drunk on a 40 ouncer of Balentine beer. But I did not feel like I was less worthy some how. I was just not able to get on the other side of that barrier. And I did not understand.

I moved along before I made the diners feel uncomfortable. I just needed to take a good gander and look for any clues.

A few days later there was a street party with bands on 11th Street. I was not feeling so good. The streets were taking the best of me. I sat on a stoop and watched an old man in a sombrero dance recklessly in circles. I looked up and saw the yellow lights emanating from the windows above. It looked warm in there. How do I get in there, I thought? Why am I out here and they are in there? Again, just an honest question. I wanted for something more. I struggled with these thoughts. The questions were bigger than me. But I asked them none the less.

Six years later I moved into my own apartment in the East Village. My name on the lease and everything. I had come so far that it took a few months for me to realize where I was. But one day I walked out of my front door and recognized the stoop where I had once sat feeling perplexed. I then turned around and saw the building I had dreamed of. The warmth, it was now mine.

The beauty of New York City is this. I love this city and this neighborhood. To run the streets. I pass the fire hydrant where I once took my showers. I visit the park benches where I slept with mace gripped tightly in my fist. To eat in the restaurants where the likes of me could not even use the restroom. How often does a homeless person rise above and feel this, I wonder?

I am now on the other side of the barrier and still not entirely sure how I got here.

There are days when these things make me feel sad for that girl on the streets. No one should have to see what she has seen. And other days… I feel like I live on top of the mountain that once seemed impossible to climb.

You know me, forever curious.

One of the questions I was most recently asked by my facebook and twitter peeps, was how does your cellphone help your sex life?

A few answers were…

1. Sexting. Two people, working all day leaves little energy teasing through text of what he can look forward to when he comes home ALWAYS gives him something to be energetic about.
2. Sexy photos with my camera phone.
3. We make videos that and watch them at a later time.
4. Drunk texting my sweetie while I’m still at the bar!
5. Connecting my husband and I with our girlfriend 5k miles away!
6. The vibration setting is kinda handy when the bank is calling and I ignore them. They wont let up, thank god!

How about you? How has your cellphone enhanced your sex life? Post a comment and inspire me!

(Much thanks to those who already piped up! xo)

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Periodically I go up the the Sirius XM studios so Romaine and I can tag-team caller sex questions, while Derek makes wise cracks about balls or other such delights.

My favorite question last night had to be about how to take a really large cock. It unraveled into us discussing why one should not use Orajel in their pussy. Just don’t. Please. And how maybe using the pointed tip of a bicycle seat with a condom on top as a vaginal dilator might also be not the best idea. Just get a big ol’ silicone toy that you can clean and use with ease. Don’t ruin your relationship with your perfectly innocent bicycle. Please.

Then I had to endure Romaine trying to get me to admit personal information about what I actual give or get in bed. I managed to fend her off and leave her with nothing but titillating hints. This time.

That is rather typical of a call-in night with Derek & Romaine. I love how the listeners of that show can be both so very crude and so very heartwarmingly sweet at the same time.

Walking through Times Square to get to the studio is always such a trip for a former 42nd Street peepshow girl. I feel like I belong on some kind of list of endangered species. My old stomping grounds are no more. But the lights still blare. And this old strip club I once visited still stands. Dishing nudie bits to tourists. Bless their hearts.

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Anal sex can be amazing – and orgasmic. But I can give you four perfectly valid reasons you might not want to. Read my Why You Shouldn’t Have Anal Sex article on this awesome sex online magazine called Kinkly.

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I wrote another article for my friends at Stockroom. They give me such awesome opportunities to give y’all a glimpse of another side of me. This article is about fetish wear for plush girls. (Actually it’s for everybody and every kind of body.) I hope you like it! Plus there is another photo of my little rubber dress posted there too. And here is a link to all of the articles I have written for Stockroom so far. And here’s the dress and the stockings I am wearing in this photo.

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Curiosity kills the cat. But satisfactions brings her back! (Above photo? Self portrait. Me. As a kitty.)

13 sexy, kinky things I am curious to try:

• Cotton Rope in lovely colors
• Rubber Corset Dress
• Nipple Clamps with Bell
• Bully Nipple Clamps
• Vaginal Ball with Chain
• iRide Vibrator
• Latex Socklettes
• Jawbreaker Candy Gag
• Neck & Wrist Restraints
• Jimmy Jane Form 2
• Lelo BOB
• Lacy Cami & Boy Shorts
• Short Victorian Corset

13 sexy, kinky things I know and love:

• Acute (harness compatible dildo)
• Evi
• Tie Ring hardware (I have it on my bed!)
• Pure Wand
• Nip Suck
• Fashionistas Nipple Suckers
• Pure Plug
• Ryder Plug
• Spider Gag
• Beginner Ball Gag
• Under the Bed Restraints
• Latex Swing Dress
• Spreader Bars

Had to share. Cuz I found myself perving stockroom.com this morning.

Happily I can say have a personal relationship with them! Sometimes I write for their blog. And they gave me a discount code I can share with you. For 10% off your order, used the code DUCKY at check out. They even carry my book!