This is a quickie.  Because, technically, I’m not here today.  Which means I’m not available for calls.  So if anybody asks?  You didn’t see me.

I did work this weekend and was very busy, so I am having a ME day.  Which really hasn’t amounted to much so far.  I went to the gym, did a bit of grocery shopping and met a friend for coffee.  Tonight I plan on relaxing with The Broken Window, by Jeffry Deaver.  If you like thrillers, give Mr. Deaver’s books a try.  This particular book has a four plus rating at Amazon … so somebody’s reading him besides me.

I’d been contemplating writing a piece which was going to be called IN DEFENSE OF KINK:  Rock On, David Carradine.  Because, between you and me?  That was definitely a case of kink gone awry.  And while I don’t participate in asphyxiaphilia, I know that it is much more common than people let on.  BDSMers are quite familiar with this type of edge play and the BDSMers who practice it understand its inherent dangers and adhere to stringent safety practises.  But even under the best of circumstances, sometimes things go wrong.  

It really pissed me off that the memory of this man whom I so loved in Kill Bill and my parents fondly remember as Grasshopper would forever be sullied because of the salacious headlines and internet chatter about this unfortunate event.  I detest that thing in we humans that makes us quick to judge and gossip and smugly condescend when our secrets are still safely in the closet.  The only difference between David Carradine and us is that he got caught in a most unfortunate way.  And yeah!  He happened to be in a wig and fishnet hose … but I’m so used to that, it’s almost vanilla to me.  So … no big deal.

I don’t like erotic asphyxiation and wished people didn’t  do it, but they do.  And probably people you know.  If there is one thing I know to the bone … it is that we all have our dirty little secrets when it comes to sex and what gets us going.  I just wish we were smarter when it comes to the dangerous and harmful stuff and that we would keep in our heads — instead of acting it out.

Let me tell you a little story about my real estate agent who for some reason has decided I’m a trusted confidant.  He stops by for coffee or the occasional margarita now and then, always telling me I have the best-smelling condo in the complex.  (I do have a certain affinity for candles, potpourri, incense and scent diffusers.)  Incidently, Thomas is very easy on the eyes.  He works out obsessively and has even had a bit of cosmetic surgery.

So out-of-the-blue one day Thomas shows up with the local alternative paper tucked under his arm, telling me he has a big secret that just has to tell me.  He has a second job that his family (whom I know, as they work out of the same real estate office)  doesn’t know about.  An avocation of sorts.  He goes on to explain that he is a male prostitute by night and to … "please don’t tell my mother!  I can trust you, Angela.  Right?" 

He proves it’s true by showing me his very own Masseur ad offering Discreet  Male Massages in that naughty little rag he’d brought with him.  Of course I was fascinated and asked a lot of questions.  Oh the stories I could tell you.  And maybe some time I will. 

But what I really want to get to is THE MEN.  THE MEN CLANDESTINELY SEEKING A HOMOSEXUAL ENCOUNTER.  Thomas told story after story of men who sought out his, ahem, services.  His little recondite cottage industry was robust and thriving.  He was actually turning down clientele, because of schedule overload.  What really fascinated me were the numbers of married men.  Doctors, lawyers and Indian Chiefs — they were showing up in droves.  Mostly married men on business trips, getting a little of strange on the side while away from the wifey and family.

What I’m trying to say is that everybody has their dirty little secret fantasies — and sometimes realities — and don’t you dare think for a moment they don’t.  Most people most likely slide through a lifetime of fantasized or actualized kink and no one is the wiser.  Some aren’t so lucky.  As sadly seems the case with David Carradine.  So, yeah.  I was going to write that piece.

BUT!  I wanted to get my ducks all in a row before beginning writing and did some serious research, which changed everything.  I’m sorry to say that I just didn’t like some of the other stuff I was finding out about  David Carradine.  It turns out that now, well, I just don’t like him very much anymore.  I’m not going into detail … it’s just too smarmy and sad.  The bottom line is I won’t be writing about Grasshopper.  But you can bet I’ll forever be fighting the good fight In Defense of Kink.

Love ya!  Off to read now.

xo, Angela

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Phone Sex Newbie of the Day

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Phone Sex Quote of the Day

Ya know, Angela, I was a good boy until I met you.  I can’t thank you enough.  — Mr. LB, who made me giggle with that remark.

Well, I guess I’ve been a bad girl.

… a very bad girl!  Because even Lyndee came looking for me.  And OMG!  The emails waiting for me this a.m. 

Sorry I’ve been away for a while.  Alas!  Life happens and it just sometimes kicks your ass.  As it just did mine.  A family member was in the hospital (all is well now), a college friend attempted suicide (she’s okay now and getting help), and I’d volunteered to do some fun raising for a cause near and dear to my heart.  Concurrently, my PC was having more issues than I cared to deal with.  It all hit at once … and I just needed time to regroup.  Which for me, since I spend sooo much time at this PC, meant getting totally away from it.  And so I did.  I wasn’t anywhere near this blog or my email.  I did take some calls here and there, but mostly I was MIA

Which …

Brings up the occasional happenstance of PHONE SEX BURNOUT.  Not a particularly popular topic when reading Phone Sex Blogs.  Because we’re all Goddesses, dontcha know?  And we never have anything close to "real life" happening around us.  We’re too busy being perfect, beautiful, sexy and always in THE MOOD.  Ummmm.  Sure. 

Anyway, for the rest of you:  Yeah, it happens.  And when life throws you a bunch of curve balls all at once, well … what’s a girl to do?  You do what I did and have done and will continue to do:  You take a break and incorporate some personalized TLC into your life.   Which, come to think of it, can be rather Goddess-like, when that TLC consists of not only some quiet reading time, but a trip to the day spa and nail salon.  And some shoe shopping.  There just has to be shoe shopping in any female’s emotional rehabilitation.  Right?

In all seriousness, I do think it makes sense to take a break now and then.  Those of you who know me well, know I am really into health — emotional, physical and spiritual.  I take a shitload of vitamins and herbs, exercise regularly and struggle with my spiritual fuck-ups daily.  The simple and bottom line is balance.  An easy concept, but lots of work to pull off when you tend to be a bit obsessive and hyper-active, as I am.  Yes I am.  I know it, I own it.  It is what makes some of you love me, and it is what wears me down at times.

My callers should be happy that I take that break when I need it.  After all, if I’m not with you one hundred percent, why should I be taking your money?  It’s not fair to you.  In fact, I’d go so far as to say that it’s downright unethical.  When I’m with you, you deserve all of me.  You deserve my undivided attention, my passion for your particular fantasy, and my commitment to making that fantasy absolutely glitter for you.  It’s what I strive to do each and every time.  If I’m not up to my own standards, then I shouldn’t be taking your calls.

You know, occasionally, a guy will say to  me, "I wish my girlfriend were more like you," and I always jump to the defense of his wife.  It isn’t her job to be a Goddess.  It is so unfair to compare the woman you love with the fantasy of me or any other Phone Sex Operator, be we Goddesses, MILFs, Barely Legal Teens or whatever.  In fact, many of us are all of those and more; it just depends on where and how you find us.  This is for fun.  Don’t you dare mix it up with your real life and the real women in your life.

The bottom line is that I am a real girl in my everyday life … the girl next door.  I am a sister, a daughter, a friend, even a girlfriend by day and a Goddess by night.  Or sometimes vice verse, but you get the picture.  So the girl next door took some time off to be there for the people I love and who needed me.  But I’m here.  Yup, right where you expected to find me.

Oh, and I’m back in Goddess mode … so don’t fuck with me.

Or else!

xo, Angela

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FYI … I will be working Saturday and Sunday.  Today I’ve got to go to the gym and hit the beauty salon.  Then it’s dinner and a show … a girl’s night out with a good friend.  You can bet I’ll be having steak tonight, yeah baby!

ALSO … I am messing around with Twitter and may be putting it up here at my blog so you can follow me a bit closer and know when I’m available for calls.  Let me play with it a bit more and we’ll see how it goes.

ONE MORE THING … Regarding all the emails in my inbox:  I just have too much to do today, but will get with you tomorrow.  I promise!  So hang tight.

… hmmmm

Then again, I think I know a lot of these guys.

And I’m not just talking about my sweet humiliation junkies.  If ya know what I mean.

(buy the t-shirt)

Phone Sex Quote of the Day

I don’t like lesbian porn so much.  I want it to be about me.  And if they’re into each other, I don’t fit into the picture.  (from Mr. S., who is so charming he should be in sales — he’d be a millionaire)

Phone Sex Sweetie of the Day

lil girl chloe:  Eighteen and new on the scene, pigtailed Chloe is cute as a button … and she likes oral sex!

xo, Angela

Sexism
David Lehman

The happiest moment in a woman’s life
Is when she hears the turn of her lover’s key
In the lock, and pretends to be asleep
When he enters the room, trying to be
Quiet but clumsy, bumping into things,
And she can smell the liquor on his breath
But forgives him because she has him back
And doesn’t have to sleep alone.

The happiest moment in a man’s life
Is when he climbs out of bed
With a woman, after an hour’s sleep,
After making love, and pulls on
His trousers, and walks outside,
And pees in the bushes, and sees
The high August sky full of stars

And gets in his car and drives home.

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Thanks to PQS, whose appreciation of poetry delights me to absolutely no end.  Because he used to make fun of my "poetry thing."  And now he’s a gleeful and eager confederate.  You can read more about Mr. Lehman HERE.  And did you know he wrote a poem for Obama’s inauguration?  Well he did, and you can see him read it HERE.

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Phone Sex Quote of the Day

A contract of mutual self-delusion exists between the caller and the phone sex operator.  The caller imagines he is speaking to his most secret fantasy — and whatever it might be — animal, vegetable or mineral, the operator willingly plays the part.

Phillip Toledano (Phone Sex: The Book)

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Phone Sex Babes of the Day

Young Ashley:  She never says no!

Hot Hanna:  She will do anything to please her Master!

Frannie the Trannie:  Forced Bi and Sissy Training!

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Okay … that’s all for today.  Off to gamble with my mother.  Wish me well, cross your fingers and your toes.  And call soon.

xo, Angela