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No Mercy: SHE ALWAYS WINS

Sunday, April 1st, 2007

A certain gentleman sent me this, noting that when it comes to men and women, the man has one single rule to follow: Make the woman happy. Do something she likes and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted. You don’t get any points for doing something she expects.

Here is a guide to the point system:

SIMPLE DUTIES

You make the bed. (+1)
You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow. (0)
You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets. (-1)

You go out to buy her what she wants. (+5)
In the rain. (+8)
But return with beer. (-5)

You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing. (0)
You check out a suspicious noise and it is something. (+5)
You pummel it with iron rod.(+10)
It’s her pet. (-10)

SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS

You stay by her side the entire party. (0)
Then leave her side to chat with a college buddy. (-2)
Named Rita. (-4)
Rita is a dancer. (-6)
Rita is single and is really beautiful. (-80)

HER BIRTHDAY

You forget her birthday. (-50000)
You take her out to dinner. (0)
You take her out to dinner and it’s not a sports bar. (+1)
Okay, it’s a sports bar. (-2)
And it’s all-you-can-eat night. (-3)
And your face is painted the colors of your favorite team. (-10)

A NIGHT OUT

You take her to a movie. (+2)
You take her to a movie she likes. (+4)
You take her to a movie you hate. (+6)
You take her to a movie you like. (-2)
It’s called Death Cop. (-3)
You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans. (-15)

COMMUNICATION

When she talks to you about a problem you listen, looking concerned. (0)
You listen, for over 30 minutes. (+50)
You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV. (+500)
She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep. (-10000)

***

Said gentleman concluded with asking me, “Now just what kind of a chance do you think a guy has?”

My answer: Absolutley none. So you might as well get used to it.

God vs. Devil

Sunday, March 25th, 2007

Bethany (my sister) sent this to me last week. It seems her office is in a tizzy, due to an influx of new sales people, mostly men. Her usually less-than-enthusiastic (but very hot–blonde and big boobs) secretary has suddenly become outrageously outgoing and flirtatious which is causing disharmony along with some nasty gossip. I say they are all jealous.

Probably because they can find nothing more interesting to do all day long than exchange emails like the one from which the following is excerpted.

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.

Then using God’s great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, “You want chocolate with that?” And Man said, “Yes!” and Woman said, “And as long as you’re at it, add some sprinkles.” And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled.

And God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. And Satan brought forth white flour from the wheat and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.

So God said, “Try my fresh green salad.” And Satan presented Thousand-Island dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.

God then said, “I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil in which to cook them.” And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.

God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it “Angel Food Cake,” and said, “It is good.” Satan then created chocolate cake and named it “Devil’s Food.”

God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.

Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.

God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and still satisfy his appetite. So Satan created McDonald’s and its 99-cent double cheeseburger, and then said, “You want fries with that?” And Man replied, “Yes! And super-size them!” And Satan said, “It is good.” And Man went into cardiac arrest.

God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.

Then Satan created HMOs

Phone Sex Wars: Reality vs. Fiction

Friday, March 23rd, 2007

Women in Control: Such a lovely adventure on a horny afternoon for more than a few of my typical callers. Anyway you slice, dice or Google it (Female Domination, Dominatrix, Mistress, Loving Authority) men love the idea of a powerful woman. Hell…I at least like the idea of it, maybe even love the idea of it, myself.

But behind the curtain: Our battles rage and we do so rant. It does get unbelievably tedious and downright depressing after a certain point. I stay out of the muddle–mostly because my experience is that the players don’t play honestly or fair, so why even try?

It is an industry thing, created by change and progress and human emotion. And –don’t ever underestimate the importance of it– that age-old, never-grow-out-of-it, need to fit in. Our inner children are always with us, no matter how much we grow up…aren’t they?

Once upon a time and not so long ago there wasn’t an Internet. Which meant that the business of Phone Sex was carried out via print media (advertising in Playboy, alternative Newspapers, etc.) and telephone (no visuals, only imagination). This is how I learned to talk dirty for money, while simultaneously pursuing my B.A. in English Lit. It paid the bills, put me through school and was the only way I knew to do it.

Perhaps it was the press of academia all around me –the creativity, the exuberant exchange of ideas, the flux and flow of perpetual newness– but I adapted and easily embraced the company philosophy that a suspension of disbelief was what it was all about, and that it was my job as a professional to make it as real as possible without exploiting my callers in the process.

But that was then and this is now. Today we have the Internet and all its bling. Which has not only changed the process (websites, chat rooms, email, forums, instant messaging, cam shows provide much more opportunity for interaction with clients), but the method (www.niteflirt.com and third party payment processors make it easy for women to work for themselves rather than companies).

It has never been easier for a woman to create her own sex business. Anyone of us can do so at the drop of hat and with very little effort or experience. The good, the bad and the ugly, we’re all here. We can sell you short or sell you the experience of a lifetime. But it was that way when we worked for the man too. So please don’t whine too much. Jump in and take your chances…it’s the nature of the beast. And read my article on said topic.

And, believe me, I’m not being critical. Hell, I’m one of the ones taking advantage of this “new & and improved” way of doing business.

The opportunity is there and it should be there. When I was a Sales Manager hiring new sales staff, my District Supervisor said of their potential for success: “Angela, you just throw them against the wall and see who sticks.” And he was right. Education, extensive experience, pure intent, positive attitude….none of that mattered or made sense. We never knew who would excel and who would fail. In fact we were many times surprised.

And it’s the same way in the Phone Sex Industry. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been right (can you believe it?) in my assertion that phone sex is more of a sales enterprise than a sex enterprise. Bells and whistles are important, but the quality of the interaction is what seals the deal. And it is the the salesperson/PSO who is responsible for that quality.

So, in fact, if someone does jump on board expecting a free and easy ride in the saddle of a caller’s horniness, you can bet that she will soon be sliding down the proverbial wall.

But we are women who are now running our own businesses.

We are: Women In Power.

Just some times we don’t act like it. We attack, we judge, we gang up. We listen to things which ring false in our hearts, yet cling to the gossip because EVERYBODY LIKES US when we do. Because the little girl in our belly just couldn’t take being ostracized from the in-crowd. So we assume, belittle, demean, and sometimes even booby trap and/or trip up our competition.

It’s not a good thing. Not a good thing at all.

Nobody is doing this wrong and nobody is doing this right. We are doing the best we can with what we have and what we know. There are as many ways to approach our businesses and how we run them as there are girls jumping in on a daily basis.

I just think that when all the dust settles, we will find that having done it morally and ethically is what mattered most. I hope I am right.

Because if I am not, it is indeed a very sad thing.

xo, Angela

I Like this Poet!

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

Nancy Drew
Ron Koertge

Merely pretty, she made up for it with vim.
And she got to say things like, “But, gosh,
what if these plans should fall into the wrong
hands?” and it was pretty clear she didn’t mean
plans for a party or a trip to the museum, but
something involving espionage and a Nazi or two.

In fact, the handsome exchange student turns
out to be a Fascist sympathizer. When he snatches
Nancy along with some blueprints, she knows he
has something more sinister in mind than kissing
her with his mouth open

Locked in the pantry of an abandoned farm house,
Nancy makes a radio out of a shoelace and a muffin.
Pretty soon the police show up, and everything’s
hunky dory.

Nancy accepts their thanks, but she’s subdued.
It’s not like her to fall for a cad. Even as she plans
a short vacation to sort our her emotions she knows
there will be a suspicious waiter, a woman in a green
off the shoulder dress, and her very jittery husband.

Very well. But no more handsome boys like the last one:
the part in his hair that was sheer propulsion, that way
he had of lifting his eyes to hers over the custard,
those feelings that made her not want to be brave
confident and daring, polite, sensitive and caring.

***

You may recall that Mr. Koertge was featured here once before with his poem, Kryptonite, one of my all-time favorite poems. I think he is one very cool, poet; don’t you?

xo, Angela

Ignorance is Not Bliss

Saturday, March 17th, 2007

Just so you know. I haven’t been ignoring you.

I’ve just been wrestling with a terrible bout of allergy-related maladies (itchy eyes, sinus headaches, et al) this past week and a half. Therefore my less-than-constant availability for calls (sniffling Mistresses just aren’t that sexy…unless you have a snot fetish) and relatively sporadic blogging.

Since I’ve been taking a bunch of meds and inhaling various sinus sprays with less than stellar results, I guess I will have to consult an allergist. I will keep you posted on how it goes and –in the meantime– will be available as much as possible. I promise.

But I’m sure that while you’re waiting you can find plenty enough to keep you more than occupied. I mean it is the Internet, for gawds sake, the never-ending, always new, forever and ever born again, world wide web.

Looking for a Kinky Forum?

Submissives looking for a bit of intrigue and titillation can always visit Mistress V.

Face slapping anyone? Richard’s got the skinny.

Sissies in search of a home away from home can always visit the Pink Panty Cafe

Interested in Psychopathia Sexualis? See version 2.0 here. Hmmm…wonder if it’s Beta?

And of course there’s always my Flagship website, Literate Smut.

Then there’s Delia, the sexiest cross-dresser on the web today.

So that is a start, anyway. Check everything out and get back to me. Because there just might be a quiz. With a nice prize for the winner. You never know!

xo, Angela