What with all this talk on the internet these days of cock harnesses, panty-licking, latex bondage, strap-ons and such it seems “vanilla” is on the verge of becoming a dirty word. Which, come to think of it, would (in a convoluted way) actually be a good thing.

At least I think so. I mean, after all, we do like dirty. Don’t we? Isn’t that how vanilla got pushed to the back of the dessert cart in the first place? Because we wanted more, more, more? First the salad bars, then wine fountains, then death by chocolate. Isn’t that kinda-sorta how we got from there to here?

Except…

If you take a very close look at what’s out there, I think you will find that more often than not there isn’t a lot of original stuff happening. It seems we still tend to be — even in our lustiest “non-vanilla” moments — creatures of habit.

Or, perhaps it is just a case of lazy sexuality: It worked before, so why try harder this time?

Or, even worse, it’s a circumstance of dull-witted wanna-be porno-preneurs providing what is basically omnomato-pornography?

All of the above occurs on more than a regular basis in the PSO community. The latest incarnation in my neck of the woods is the ignore line which invites a prospective client (aka loser, wimp, wanker) to pay (usually) big dollars to be ignored while the PSO goes about her daily life (which probably amounts to lounging in her sweatpants while watching E!).

I don’t know how this got started. But whoever thought it up first? Hoorah! Brilliant, original idea targeting a specific type of caller. Unfortunately in the realm of PSO Public Domain, the hordes have jumped upon your idea as an easy way (translation: no effort or thought needed) to fame and fortune. Some good news is that rarely do the piggy-backers get very far. They’re not smart enough to keep up the momentum and can’t produce when push comes to shove.

The savvy surfer and potential customer is not likely to invest either his time or money in what boils down to what is very Un-Original Sin. At least not for long.

Which just could be the beginning of a well-deserved renaissance for vanilla sex, the authentic Original Sin.

You do remember Adam and Eve and that pesky snake, don’t you?

xo, Angela

…I heard today:

“At church we prayed for the soul of Gerald Ford.  And then we prayed for the soul of Saddam Hussein.”

If you don’t understand how wrong the execution of Saddam was, how it demeans all that we are as Americans, as human beings, brothers and sisters who answer to some higher truth…

Read Lynching the Dictator, by the always insightful Christopher Hitchens.

Just when oh when…are we going to learn.  My heart hurts for all of us.

xo, Angela

PostScript:  This blog is certainly not the venue for such heavy topics.  But so many of my friends, acquaintances, associates see this differently than me, I felt that I had to at least give my voice to this.  Tomorrow we should be back to our regularly scheduled blogging.

….and you’re not. (Such is your fortune when loving a Phone Sex Domina who is in the middle of seasonal inanity, don’t ya know?)

Kidding aside, I would, of course, be referring to Santa Claus. And I’m way behind schedule. Which shouldn’t surprise you. I’ve certainly adjusted to the roller coaster that is my life, so you might as well jump on board for the ride. And I don’t want to hear any complaining. Got that?

Ya know, in college, I was always way ahead of the “Holiday” game. Perhaps that was due to necessary budgeting, something of which I do little of these days.

With my couponing and jumping-through-hoops-to-save-a-dime days being gone (I hope) forever, maybe I’ve lost the desire for planning ahead? Or the will? The ability?

Who knows, who cares. It is what it is.

And I do have somewhat of an excuse as I am just emerging from a snowstorm which dumped twenty-two inches in my back yard. Anybody got a shovel? Better yet, a cute little slave boy who brings his own shovel that you might want to lend me? Lyndee? Mistress V? Mistress Sky? Slip of a Girl?

I can’t ask The Savants. I mean, after all, their major function is to sit and look pretty in my curio cabinet. Anything else is of their own free will and icing on the Christmas cookie. Sigh. My brother braved the aftermath today and advised I stay in until Sunday. Guess I will heed his advice. My favorite pizzaria is back in business, so that should tide me over.Which leaves a heap of stuff for me to finish up on Sunday. But there it is.

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FYI: The week of Christmas (between 12/26 and 1/1) I will be featuring holiday pricing on calls. But feel free to call anytime you see me around before then.

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And in case you’re wondering how the angel atop the Christmas tree became a tradition:

One Christmas, Santa was having a really bad day. The local elves union was up in arms over their contract and were threatening a walk-out.  Mrs. Claus was pissed that Santa was never around to appreciate all of the hard work she had been doing around the house. Santa decided he needed to go home, sit in front of a fire and relax.

When he got there, Mrs.Claus was all up in his face and wouldn’t let down. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Rudolph. He said the reindeer were sick and tired of Santa not upgrading to the new lightweight sleigh and they were joining the elves walkout. Santa slammed the door and threatened, “The next person who knocks on that door is gonna get it!”

At that time, there was a knock on the door. Santa flung the door open and there stood a tiny little angel. The angel had been searching for the perfect Christmas tree for Santa’s house all day long, until it found the perfect one. The little angel asked, “Santa, I was wondering where you would like me to stick this tree?”

And that is the story of how the angel atop the tree tradition began.

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Now it’s back to wrapping and curling ribbon for me.

xo, Angela

…which is kinda-sorta what I’ve been up to today.

On the mend, but feeling still delicate — I am taking calls by arrangement only and only if I can. Which means that if I wear out, I will bail.

Believe it or not, some calls are easier than others and require less intense effort on my part. Those I can handle. The guy on coke who wants to talk about how wonderful his own personal penis is for twelve to eighteen or even more hours — I cannot handle. Not even on a good day.

My advice to you, mister, is to get off the coke, then find a vagina (or even another penis) that you love more than your own equipment.

So I am getting my appetite back which is a very good thing. Just finished a bowl of mixed vegetables…so yummy!

Heeding a beloved friend’s counsel to “take it easy,” I’ve started on my Christmas cards while making lists: Online Holiday Shopping, Mall Shopping, Grocery Shopping, Holiday Tasks, Website Tasks, Professional Commitments. And I’ve been doing sundry other little things in between. With (guilt-free) naps as needed. Because I have a lot to do this month and need to continue getting better.

I’ve decided to feature a different charity each day through Christmas (via a button at the end of each day’s blog entry) and today’s is extra special. Do you know what today is? Because I sure didn’t. But thanks to Dear Madame (known as “Madame Dearest” amongst more submissive types, I do believe) I’ve been enlightened. Today is World Aids Day and what better way to start a season of giving than to contribute to such a worthy cause?

The easiest thing to do? Light a Candle. And please pass along that link. Every time the candle is lit, Bristol-Myers Squibb will donate a dollar to the National Aids Fund.

And a very cool list: 12 Ways to Join the Fight Against Aids.

Thanks. Kisses & Hugs. I’ve got to get back to nailing that jelly. Anybody got a hammer?

Angela

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….is what we are doing today.

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What I’ve been thinking in the aftermath of the Election Day Massacre, the booting of Rummy and Haggard’s outing is that, although I’ve been thinking bunches, so has everybody else and they’ve been blogging like crazy about it. So I will refrain from opining here about all of that.

Except to say the sleaziness of it all is quite disgusting (what Molly Ivans calls “a race to the bottom“), and it’s about time both parties got over themselves to –instead of having to win at all costs– meet somewhere in the middle. Middle is good, don’t ya know? I kinda-sorta think it is what the original plan was, don’t you?

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“Meeting in the Middle” is something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently in regards to Adult bloggers, webmasters and webmistresses, a group which would include myself. In case you don’t know what’s going on, what started out as a sincere attempt to protect children who might be victims of sexual exploitation/abuse has been twisted into an all out “War on Pornography.” And it’s not pretty.

But the basic premise, that children need protection, is a good thing. I am just wishing that the Anti-Porno Warriors and Adult Providers would each stop trying to win and would rather sit down and negotiate some sort of middle ground. That’s all. Is it asking too much?

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Coming soon: Vanilla Savant will be joining my Savant collection.

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Have you been keeping up with Mistress V? Besides being gorgeous, dominant and sexy, Mistress V is right-on, take-no-prisoners smart. Reading her blog is always an adventure. As when recently she so astutely commented on a certain not-so-angelical Evangelist. And then there is her “sweevilicious” take on Carmamel Apple Wraps. No wonder she has so many daily readers. Simply superior in every way.

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I got to discussing Christopher Walken with a caller and he agreed with me that Mr. Walken is frickin’ awesome (and he is: don’t argue with me/us). Mentioned was the New York Times article (which neither of us can find now) noting that even though most of Walken’s films are less than stellar, he is beloved by most of the movie-going public.

And, of course, there is Mr. Walken’s turn as video star for Fat Boy Slim’s Weapon of Choice, which won six MTV Awards and “best video of all time.” And who can not love the his ongoing SNL stint as The Continental?

Anyway, said caller has changed his NF member name to The Continental, which just tickles me to no end.

Champagn-ia, anyone?

xo, Angela