We will open the book. Its pages are blank.
We are going to put words on them ourselves.
The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day.
~ Edith Lovejoy Pierce
Maybe it points to a developing maturity, but this is the first year I really “got” how important celebrating the end of one year and the beginning of another really is. It’s never been about the partying for me (my first two years as a legal adult taught me the best place to be is home on New Year’s Eve), but I just never felt the deep connection to the past or awe for the future suddenly upon my doorstep.
Things are changing in my life, and Christmas this year — usually my favorite holiday — was somewhat bittersweet. I looked around at the people I love, this family who with all their foibles and eccentricities have always been the comfort and joy of my holidays, and knew that there is a very real possibility some or even all of them might not be with me next year.
My big brother is taking early retirement to work on an internet business with his wife and plans (when he can sell his loft for a reasonable price) to move across the country. My mother, who’s been in a wheelchair these past few years after suffering a stroke, seems to be rapidly going downhill. The familiar patterns of my life could be drastically rearranged come 2013.
Or the Mayans could be right and as of 12/21/2012 we could all be fucked, and not even make it to 2013. I actually do think — considering the worldwide natural disasters, social discontent and economic upheaval of recent years — the potentiality is there and maybe even is necessary as a mechanism for cleansing the slate in preparation for spiritual and social progression.
So, yeah, I’ve been contemplating, introspecting, considering, imagining and evaluating quite a bit this past week. I don’t have answers, nor do I want answers. I just want to be present and accountable. I want to be always grateful. To be grateful and resolutely confident that the world’s story unfolds as it should. As does the adventure of my life and the adventure of the lives of those I love.
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So, was that heavy enough for you? Well, I meant every word.
BUT …
Do not think for a moment I’ve abandoned my title, Kinkstress Princess of the Internet*, nor the inherent responsibilities of holding said title. I did get around, I do get around … and, apparently, so do you. “You” being my Phone Sex Clients, FemDomme Bitch Boys, Chronic Masturbators, Cross-Dressing Trollops et al. Because I did run a New Year’s Eve Discount and you showed up in droves.
If you’re not a client, you are not on my NiteFlirt email list and did not receive the special notice. That was not my intent, as I planned on announcing it here at Zen so that everybody who wanted to could take advantage of my most-fab KISS KISS BANG BANG discount. Unfortunately, there were technical issues with my hosting company yesterday and — with the calls coming so fast and hard (not to mention the guys *wink*) I couldn’t out-wait the issues to get a post put up. So here’s kinda-sorta what you would have seen:
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Ring in the New Year with Angela: $1.00 OFF per minute!
As many of you know, I love spending a cozy New Year’s Eve at home. As is my tradition, I’m dressing up in my red stockings & heels, popping a bottle (or maybe even two bottles) of champagne and settling in front of my fireplace for a night of indulgence.
I’d love to hear from you. Call to talk dirty, or tell me the New Year resolutions you will be breaking next week, or admit how drunk you are, or whisper your perfect kinky fantasy, or drink a New Year’s toast with me, or even just to shoot the breeze. If we’ve not spoken before, or if we haven’t spoken for a while … don’t be shy. While I love being pampered, I do love treating my callers every once in a while, and this is a great night to do it.
You must call this listing to get the discount.
or call direct: 1-800- 863-5478 ext. 0331122
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But as I said, the boys who did receive the emails did keep me busy, busy, busy. So busy that I had a line of eight lined up waiting for their turn at 2:30 a.m. I finally had to call it a night.
But is that fair? The email went out late, this website wouldn’t cooperate so I could announce it here and then there are the guys who were otherwise engaged and couldn’t have called anyway.
Soooo ….
Here’s the good news: I am extending the discount throughout tonight and for as much of tomorrow as I can. At a certain point, I do get tired and the vocal cords do get a little raw and I have to take a break. But I do promise to be available as much as possible these two days. So call your Mistress and give her a little sugar. She just might give you some right back. *wink*
xo
*Term bestowed upon me by a certain gentleman caller. I kinda-sorta like it and think I’ll keep it.
