My run of Threads at the 1 Festival, while not as heavily attended as I had hoped, was a creative/artistic breakthrough for me. I found so many new moments in the show! By the end of my Fertile Ground run, I think I was just burnt out. On everything- the writing, the editing, the acting, the producing, all of it. I really had fun with it this time. I experimented a lot more and felt like my performance was more spontaneous and genuine. I’m very good at memorizing lines, but unfortunately my method can sometimes trap me in a sort of sing-songy rhythm. I was able to almost completely break out of that during these shows. Triumph!

In other news, both Bay City Blues and Talk Lust are doing better than I had even hoped. We are growing, slowly but steadily, and I am truly enjoying my re-immersion in the phone sex world. A lot of things have changed in the past 8 years, mostly technology, and the industry is very different than when I started. I spend a ton of time working on ways to better serve our clients, but I have to remind myself that expansion takes time. I get an idea and want it implemented yesterday. Lol. If I’m not careful I can spend 12-14 hours straight at the computer, which isn’t good for me, either physically or mentally.

Sooooo…I had a fuckload of rewards points from an old credit card I paid off and forgot about, and they were going to expire today if I didn’t do something with them. I haven’t been to Las Vegas in years, and it’s one of my favorite places to visit. I know it’s tacky, trashy fun, and I don’t care. I’m not a snob. I love getting lost in the glitz and spectacle, the people-watching, amazing restaurants, and yes a few tugs at the slots. I got a free suite at the Venetian using my points, and found a super cheap round-trip flight! I’m taking my first vacation in over four years. And Cindy is going to join me for the first two days! Even though I’ll have to check in a few times on the phone sex biz (when you’re the owner, the buck never stops stopping here, you know?), I intend to make the most of 4 days and 3 nights…But uh, nothing happened and you don’t know jack, right? Right?!? *wink*

Tonya

For many years, Saturday mornings belonged to J. It just wasn’t the weekend until I heard his silky voice whispering the most deviant delights in my ear. J began calling me within a month or two of my starting at Bay City Blues. Back then I was known as Donna, though the phone sex “character” I played was simply me minus five years, plus a fake name and pictures of an adult model.

From the beginning, J was different. His voice for starters, was one of the smoothest, most mellifluous male voices I have ever heard. It was warm and knowing, sexy but never obvious; J’s voice took its time. He loved making me orgasm and took delight in discovering my personal peccadillos and sexual triggers.

J’s fantasies and fetishes dovetailed perfectly with my own. We were both fond of public sex and exhibitionism, stranger sex roleplay scenarios, hard and rough-verging-on-rape, intense anal, sloppy oral, and lots of dirty nasty name-calling. He quickly became one of my favorite phone sex regulars.

I remember one particular roleplay we did, set at Powell’s Books. I wore knee-high, black leather stiletto boots and a short skirt, no underwear. Wandering through the rooms, I was acutely aware of the click-clack of my boots on the cement floors. The noise was a sharp contrast to the hushed, reverent buzz of the always-busy bookstore. As I made my way around, browsing, I noticed the same handsome man seemed to be following me. We exchanged smiles and flirtatious glances as we cat-and-moused through the aisles. Finally, he cornered me in an upstairs room between a row of self-help tomes and the huge loft windows overlooking the bustling downtown Portland streets. Without a word, he slid one hand up my skirt and one hand into my hair, pulling me into a deep kiss…The fantasy progressed from there, and was one of our all-time best phone sex calls. The details belong to J and me, but to this day I find Powell’s to be one of the most erotic places on Earth, and I cannot enter the store without thinking of that call, or of him.

We chatted some off the phone via instant message and email, but J never expected me to spend much unpaid time with him. He was smart enough to know that I wasn’t the model in the photographs, but he never put me on the spot. He took the time to get to know the girl behind the voice, and he was a very selfless phone lover, always coming up with call ideas geared to appeal to both of us, not just him. Four or five months into our phone relationship, he tried to call me early one Saturday morning. Still sleeping, I missed the call and was pissed, because I knew (based on the day and time) that it was likely him. But then my phone rang again…

I had taken on a secondary character some weeks earlier, a sweet daddy’s girl type who was all the submissive parts of myself rolled into an adorable blonde babydoll named Eve. I had been reluctant at first to take on another character, because I didn’t quite understand how to play multiple girls on the same site and was afraid of getting busted. Eventually the bosses convinced me though, and I found I enjoyed this other idealized version of myself as well. Plus, Eve got the kinds of calls that Donna, a more forward switch-y type, didn’t get because that persona was so strong and charismatic. And there is definitely a subbie side of me that responds to Dominant/Daddy energy.

I knew J called other girls, but I also knew that we had a special chemistry and I was his favorite. So when I heard the whisper message for Eve, shortly after missing the call for Donna, I answered the phone in character, no inkling at all it would be him. (Silly me.) My voice caught when I realized it was J. The dispatcher hadn’t wanted to send him back to Donna since “she” missed the call, and J had asked to be connected to Eve instead. I built Eve to suit my fetishes, to get the kinds of calls I wanted, and I had done too good of a job; it made sense she would appeal to J, as we had such similar tastes.

What to do? At that point, J and I knew each other pretty well. He certainly would know the sound of me getting aroused. In a way it would have been easier if I had a canned fake orgasm for each character, but the sound of me cumming is the sound of me cumming. Lol! It had been drilled into me though- if a phone sex caller asks if the pictures are really you or if you play more than one character, deny. Deny, deny, deny. As if the guy didn’t know on some level that the girl he’s talking to is not really that 19 year-old porn starlet, sitting at home taking cheap phone sex calls under a pseudonym on her off time… *snort*

But anyway, we got about 7 or 8 minutes into the call when suddenly J went quiet for too long. And I realized I had gotten so turned on, I wasn’t paying attention to maintaining my high, breathy Eve voice. J said something like, “Uh…I’m sorry…There’s something…Wrong…” And then he hung up.

I freaked. I knew he knew. And my first thought was not “oh darn I lost a caller,” but “oh god I hope he doesn’t hate me for lying to him!” It struck me: he was someone I cared about, and I would miss him if he disappeared out of my life. He was one of the first regular phone sex callers that I realized I actually valued as a friend, not just a customer. Since then, there have been many more but this is about J…

Later that afternoon, “Donna” got an email from J, very politely explaining that he tried to call me that morning and had taken “Eve” when I wasn’t available. He then apologetically asked if I was Eve. I didn’t really know what to do, and it wasn’t a conversation I felt like I wanted to have via email/IM. So I emailed back asking him to call me, which he did. Bless his heart, he paid so that I could explain. And to my relief and astonishment, he wasn’t angry; he understood the way the phone sex business worked, and he didn’t begrudge me the deception.

From that point on, he would even call Eve (or other characters of mine) for specific character-appropriate fantasies, though Donna remained his preferred girl. We settled into a routine of Saturday morning calls that was so established, he would email me to let me know if he had plans that would cause him to miss our weekly phone date. He wrote me stunning poetry and was extremely supportive of my creative aspirations. I trusted him and cared what happened in his life. We were so much more than just pso and customer.

Our phone sex was incredible, some of the best I’ve ever had. Our connection was undeniable. We continued on for years. And then something started to change. I think we both felt the shift coming, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when I got the email from J telling me he had to stop calling. He was beginning to feel like an addict, always thinking about his next fix. Only satisfied when he was on the phone with me, and as soon as we hung up, he’d start counting the minutes until the next call. Now, I’m paraphrasing a bit here, but you get the gist. It was both awful and wonderful to hear.

I knew immediately it was the right thing for J, so I could not be upset over his decision. In fact, I was glad he could recognize that phone sex was becoming a negative influence on his life and take care of himself enough to set and stick to boundaries/limits. I felt very little personal rejection, because the way in which he broke off our professional relationship was very kind and honest. But God did I miss him. I still do.

I think of him fondly, and often. We are in touch once or twice a year now, and I know he reads this blog sometimes, but out of respect I keep my distance. Don’t want to be the asshole dangling a syringe in front of a junkie, you know? There is comfort in the knowledge that should I ever need him, or vice versa, I have no doubts that we would be there for each other in whatever way we could be. It’s not like we said goodbye- we didn’t have to. We just both recognized and accepted that people grow and things change, and that is the natural order of life. It’s not a bad thing; it simply is.

But my Saturdays will never be the same.

So here I am, doing the low-carb thing, which is the only way I’ve ever been able to drop more than a few pounds and keep it off for any length of time. Can I just say it SUCKS? I have decided to add a new phone sex fetish to my specialties list- carbfucking. Do me with a maple bar, baby! Mmmm, insert those starchy french fries into my wet mouth… LMFAO! Seriously though, I’ve already dropped 4 pounds and am feeling healthier and more motivated to exercise…

Which is great, except who has the fucking time? Sigh. I wake up at 7am, hit the computer shortly afterward, and some days the next time I look at my clock, it’s past 10pm! The only respite is from my dear phone sex callers- if not for them, I’d never leave my screen!

I have girls coming out of my ears. Lol, but true. Somehow both Bay City Blues and Talk Lust have hit the collective phone sex world’s radar. It’s actually really exciting to be reinvested in the business like this. I have tons of new ideas and an amazing core group of girls who bust ASS, plus new inquiries from possible colleagues almost every day. Trying not to let myself get too overwhelmed, and remembering to make time for myself, even if it’s just a few hours every week. I did manage to get out and about to kinky events twice recently, and both of them were a blast. I got tied up twice by BCB’s resident rope bondage artist, Cindy Jaye- there is a picture on her blog if you’re curious what we real phone girls get up to on our own time…

Now I’m off to the bank and to run some errands and to daydream about bread and pasta. Lol! In the meantime, make sure you check out this guest BCB blog post by Joan Kelly, the author of The Pleasure’s All Mine, one of my favorite books about sex work. I had been hoping to add her to our roster of independent phone sex girls, but alas the universe has other plans in store for Ms. Kelly. However, she was kind enough to pen a lovely essay about her decision, and I’m quite honored to be able to publish a piece of writing by her!

It’s fine if you don’t want me as a member. I take the Groucho Marx stance here. However it’s disappointing that you won’t let anyone who chooses to work with me join your reindeer games. You talk all sorts of smack about me, including flat-out lies, yet you won’t let anyone who might post a differing opinion or positive view even access your site. How is that providing a fair/accurate description of my phone sex work or a comprehensive resource listing for your members? I get that not everyone agrees with my phone sex philosophies and methods, but obviously SOME people do, or I wouldn’t have any co-workers or clients. I have recognized where my hubris held me back, and I would hope you can see as I have that there is room for everyone and all kinds of phone sex in the world. Just to set the record straight on some of the more irksome untruths propagated by a few malicious maligners…

1. I have NEVER required a “test” call as a condition of work. Never ever EVER. This is an absolute fabrication. Who wants to stand up to my face and claim otherwise? I didn’t think so.

2. I have been concerned in the past about my phonesex operators offering erotic hypnosis if I wasn’t sure they could do it. So I PAID them to do a NON-SEXUAL hypno test call WITH ME (not with my former partner, a man, as has been claimed on some threads) before I would allow them to offer erotic hypnosis. I no longer do this, because if you suck at hypno, guys won’t call you back. Simple. However in the interest of protecting my professional reputation, if one of my current girls got repeated negative feedback on her hypno calls, I’d either ask her to take them off her specialties or spend more time educating herself and getting better at them.

3. For those phone sex operators who expressed interest in learning erotic hypnosis, I offered the chance to listen in on a call I performed (usually with my former partner, a man) to hear my technique. They were NOT paid for this call, nor were they asked to pay me for sharing hypno knowledge I spent years gaining. Seems fair to me, but I love how this has been twisted somehow into I forced girls to do free hypno calls with the boss. Again, who wants to stand up and say I did that to you? None of you. Because it simply isn’t true. You heard a rumor or it happened to a friend of a friend, right? I know you can’t say it happened to you, because it NEVER HAPPENED.

Once you remove the veil of internet anonymity, it’s not so easy to talk smack without having to be accountable for your words. But I realize many pso’s are drawn to the work because of anonymity, so simply post which BCB girl you played that I forced to do free phone sex. I WILL LEAVE ALL POSTED COMMENTS UP, so have at me. I invite all comments from any pso who ever actually worked for BCB. I ask that you not make personal attacks but simply list your legitimate gripes about the company. If you had a good experience and we simply parted ways, feel free to say that too.

Honestly, I don’t know and don’t particularly care what else you say about me. I do care however, when lies affect whether a new-to-phone-sex operator ends up in the lion’s den or with a bunch of mean girls or in a supportive network of like-minded ops. That may or may not be with my company. I don’t think TalkLust is the right fit for everyone. (It’s hard for me to refer to my phone sex company as TalkLust, not BCB, but I’m getting used to it.) Part of starting up TalkLust was me acknowledging that I have been self-absorbed and short-sighted over the years and made plenty of mistakes. I’m far from perfect. But the least you could do is let some of the girls who do work with me and like it offer their opinions and perspective on the company.

So dear PSO board divas, I know you’re reading this. I know you link to me. My stats program tells me how many visitors are referred from your sites. How about setting the record straight or letting some of my operators do it?

I have officially bitten off more than I can chew. Lol! Luckily, I have two great right-hands (I’m like the perfect compliment to Eugene Levy in Best in Show!) in DK and Cindy, who have both jumped into the fantasy phone sex world right along with me. I’m very proud of Talk Lust- it may be a different kind of business model than Bay City Blues, but that doesn’t mean it has to suck. In fact, we’re all having a lot of fun with it!

I’ve been struggling a bit with how to blend the two different sites under one umbrella LLC. (God, I’m so businesslike now… *shudder*) But thanks to LegalZoom, I’ve got the taxes and paperwork figured out. The day-to-day logistics are a little weirder though.

Who should be linking to whom? How much should I talk about Talk Lust in this blog or to my long-term callers? What, if anything, should I do if MY callers (those who call me as Tonya) start calling “Donna” just because it’s cheaper? Is it fair to ask those men to pay a “smart tax” for getting the REAL me? I believe the guys who prefer some reality to all fantasy are calling me through BCB for a reason and will continue to do so, but I could be wrong. And I think the monetary effect is less scary to me than what I might infer from their choice of porno archetype over genuine me. But that speaks to my personal insecurities, and I while I have plenty of those, I rarely let them interfere with my impulses and endeavors.

So. Fuck it. I’m not trying to hide. I do want the fantasy phone sex fans to be able to retain their chosen illusions. They’ll have to work a bit to get from Talk Lust to Bay City Blues, and if they’re that curious already, chances are they’ll figure out the phone sex game soon enough. I think BCB guys already know what other kinds of sites are out there; that’s WHY they opt for our real phone girls and don’t mind paying a little extra for the services we provide.

Of course, I could be completely wrong….

I know the cat is out of the bag at the other places I’m working. Suddenly the other girls don’t talk to me in chat or answer my IM’s. Sigh. Welcome back to junior high. Not that I wasn’t expecting it- I keep waiting for the spam and personal attacks here on this blog. Every time I convince myself people have better things to do with their lives and tell myself I won’t merit the effort in their eyes, they prove me wrong. So fuck it.

I look around at the competition, and while the company names have changed, a lot of the people involved remain the same. I’ve seen some gorgeous websites that are almost complete rip-offs of the pre-blog Bay City Blues design. (Available girls pictures as windows on a building wall? Girl photo-shopped into a street scene or on a bar countertop?) Recognize the business address too, because we used to send paychecks to it. Hey, I’m not mad- we stopped doing it and someone was bound to fill the void. Not shocked at all that it’s an ex-employee. But I am…Disappointed. In myself. Part of me can’t help from thinking “oh look what we could have done if we kept going…” But the truth is I wouldn’t have been happy. My life needed to change, and that meant rebuilding from the ground up.

Anyone can start a phone sex website. Seriously. Google it. There are books, articles, even companies who’ll set you up with all the basics for a fee. Anybody, male or female, can build a web of hundreds of inter-linked blogs and profiles and dummy sites and spend every waking hour on SEO. My previous hubris was in discounting how important that work actually is. You must bring clients to the website; you must get them to buy a call. Doing that takes blogging, advertising, banner/link exchanges, and making new interesting keyword-friendly sites constantly. That is the business side of the phone sex business, and if you truly want to be successful, you have to know your shit.

It was naive and egotistical of me to think I could compete in that business model without playing the game. But the thing is, even if you’re lucky all of that work only gets you ONE call from a guy. You have to get him to CALL BACK. And I don’t care how pretty your site is or where you show up on Google or how cheap your rates, no caller will call a girl back if the phone sex he receives is crap. So I guess you can build a company on sheer volume sure- keep reeling in new guys for the instant gratification dollar. But it seems the most successful ones now, like Bay City Blues in its previous incarnation, are really trying to build that relationship with their repeat clients. Again, there are lots of incentives and freebies you can offer, but they MUST be paired with actual hot, creative, quality phone sex.

I still believe that every call will be better if both parties involved are interested, intrigued, invested in the conversation. And I believe that no matter how hard you try to hide it, if you are disgusted or disturbed by someone’s fantasy, that judgment will come out in your voice. Maybe not even in a way a client can pinpoint or describe, but one he most certainly can FEEL. So my hesitance in diving back into the phone sex world was colored mostly by my experiences with my previous co-workers, not the clients. I don’t think the business has to be sleazy and underhanded, and in returning to it I’m finding that it’s pretty much the same as before…There will always be good and bad people in any profession.

In order for ME to love my job though, I need to have a support network I trust of other sex-positive, non-judgmental women. And I have that now. So many women are contacting me after seeing me on HBO, Thrillist, and in BUST Magazine (did I mention that? Food issue with Liv Tyler on the cover…), asking me how to get into the biz. I’ve been sending them to the couple of traditional sites who I know have good reps for paying on time, but telling them they probably don’t want to use my name as a referral. (LOL!) Well screw that. If, beyond the websites and SEO work, actual talent and expertise on the phone are the backbone of a successful phone sex company, I have a unique pipeline. The women who go out of their way to seek me out and contact me are most of them light years ahead of other potential operators by simple virtue of that initiative and personal interest/curiosity.

I can certainly understand not wanting to be posted on Bay City Blues- it’s a big step to show your real name and face, and not everyone has that luxury. I get it, I really do. Those life choices shouldn’t preclude someone from being able to do phone sex work, and it was somewhat short-sighted of me not to take that into consideration with BCB. Not that I regret it. I think BCB is singularly unique and fills a “real girl” niche that has been sorely lacking in phone sex. But phone sex is also fantasy, and I have the expertise and industry knowledge to provide a work environment for those who don’t want to be 100% themselves. So I’m going to.

Yes, you heard right. BCB will remain blessedly real, but I’ll be launching some other purely fantasy phone sex sites within the coming weeks. I’m actually very excited, and the girls I have lined up to work can’t wait to get going. They are not your typical lifer pso’s, and I believe I’ll be starting with a (pardon the phrase) stable of talent that most established companies would kill for. I think we can make something special and fun and lucrative. I went around and around, fought with myself, questioned my motives, considered what my current clients would say, prepared myself for the onslaught of personal attacks. Does this make me a hypocrite? I don’t think so, but maybe. Or maybe I’m just getting really honest with myself and willing to admit I’ve made my share of mistakes over the years. I was wrong about some things, I acknowledge that, and I move on. (Why is this a concept that seems so alien to most people?)

In any case, I’m embarking on a new phase in my life and as always my verbal filter has been disengaged so you all get to come along with me…

A big part of that is buckling down and working hard on rebuilding Bay City Blues. Now that I have more girls on board, I plan to redesign the site and girls’ profile pages. The lovely Jenna is busy setting up an underground chat room on Chatropolis (more info and links on that soon), and I’d like to eventually have a cool chat with bells and whistles like in the olden golden days of BCB. I have to find us places to promote and advertise, because basically none of us want our real faces on topsites like Phone Sex Central, Phone Sex Leaderboard, and the other marketing sites/services other phone sex companies use.

I’m actually feeling really motivated and positive and reinvigorated. Phone sex is FUN. Even the crappy SEO and web work is better than having to follow a dress code and commute to work everyday and deal with a bunch of corporate bullshit. And now that I have a core group of girls who really love this job, I’m ready to dive back in. Yes, that even means I’ve girded my loins for the managerial and administrative work I loathe- it’s just part of the job, and it’s high time I quite bitching about it and just DID it. Besides, the time spent at my computer makes me all the more excited when my phone rings…

Tonya

For as much as I wanted them all to be independent operators, I’m realizing they need more guidance, more help. So I’m putting together a bit of a tutorial for them- who knows? Maybe if it turns out how I envision, I’ll make it available to any phone sex operator who wants it.

And bless you blasphemous perverts who’ve been satiating my dirty Daddy’s girl cravings. Ask and ye shall receive, eh? Fine, I also want a hot abduction/rape fantasy and some serious mind control-hypnosis phone sex. Also, lately I’ve been really into receiving shoe/foot/leg worship… In fact, I’ll be at Foot Night Portland again in July for any foot fetishists among you to worship my tootsies in real time! I’ll post more details as I get them.

Going to make an effort to write more. I know I say that all the time, but I’m realizing that writing for a little bit every day really keeps me grounded and focused. I need that right now.

Tonya

But I don’t get as many Daddy’s girl calls as I used to when I was Eve or Pamela or Amy or Trixie or whoever, and I miss them. Same goes for student/teacher and other roleplays featuring older, more experienced men and their younger conquests. Those types of calls trigger my own personal fantasies and fetishes, thus they really turn me on. I can’t blame a guy for wanting a visual that fits his fantasy, but that leaves me wanting, craving that sexual dynamic in my phone sex calls.

So what do I do? I crossed a line when I chose to reveal my true identity, and I’m realizing it’s impossible to just step back over it. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, at least not entirely. Well, I’ve thought about it long and hard (heh), and I’ve decided to actively pursue the calls I’m missing. Part of that is mentioning them here, so the perverts among you who might not realize I enjoy those phone sex topics will be inspired. I considered building a more traditional site with models and operators playing multiple characters, but as I’ve said before, while I have nothing against that kind of phone sex business, I don’t want to run one anymore. I tried it and honestly, I wasn’t very good at it. But I’m good at doing those calls, damn good, and more importantly, I enjoy them. So I’ve decided to start taking calls through other services.

Don’t be shocked- I actually encourage all the Bay City Blues girls to explore working for other phone sex companies and pursuing alternative avenues of income. Being independent and getting to “play” myself as my phone sex “character” is a luxury that comes with a price- some men understandably want pure fantasy, and I can’t be everything to everyone. But the sweet lil subbie babydoll in me wants to come out and play, and I’m going to let her…

Here’s the deal…Wherever I end up going and whoever I end up playing, I’m not telling. I’m going to follow all the rules, and if you happen to run across me elsewhere as a different phone sex persona, I WILL NOT BREAK CHARACTER even if I recognize your voice. I feel like this is the only way I can both augment my calls and be ethically respectful of the other services I work with. If you want to talk to me, Tonya Jone Miller, you have to call me via this blog or the BCB website/dispatch service. End of story.

Also, I owe someone an apology. I doubt she still reads this blog, so I’m going to have to do some hunting. I suspect she won’t accept my apology or want anything to do with me, but I have to try. I miss her.

I think the tattoo looks killer, and it’s not even finished yet! Plus, being chained up in a house in the middle of the woods is exactly as hot as it sounds. Heh.

I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks. Being without my computer is brutal. The hard drive is blown, and I’m contemplating what to do- replace it or buy a new computer altogether. And, desktop versus laptop? Been on a dinosaur loaner of a laptop which is so slow I actually can’t do much work on it. Have all my various email accounts on my iPhone now, and can keep up with Twitter, Facebook, Fetlife, etc. as well, but composing much more than a couple sentences gets tedious. Thankfully have my mom’s MacBook while she’s out of town this week, so finally have ability to get some real writing done. My repair guy was able to salvage most of my data, but I don’t yet know what I’ve lost. Sigh.

Good news? I am ten days cigarette free! My lungs and sinuses are in Death Star mode, but I can already feel the difference. I was never a heavy smoker, just a very social one, and well I go to a lot of social events. I know it’s a psychological addiction on my part, not physical, so it’s time to be strong. Plus, my girlfriend recently found a lump on her breast (benign, thank Gods!), and the fear and anxiety of just not knowing for a couple weeks was pretty intense. I don’t ever want to put my loved ones through that kind of pain and worry over something I can control. So I’m hoping that by blogging and Tweeting about quitting, I will shame myself into sticking with it this time. Lol, but true.

Yesterday I went to the zoo with Cindy and a friend of ours and had an amazing time communing with the animals. I swear this sea lion tried to make out with us through the aquarium glass…He (she?) was our favorite, although the bats were pretty cool too. I love being around animals, but zoos can be kind of depressing I think. It’s why I can’t bear to keep the cats indoor only- even with all the risks outside, I don’t want to cage another living thing.

Which I guess is an interesting segue into my next blog post. (I know I’m all over the place today; this is what happens when I can’t or don’t blog on a near daily-basis.) I’ve been meaning to write about the state of my kinky/poly-ness for some time now, but I think it deserves it’s own entry. Going to take a break and see if I can get motivated to finish it tonight…

Tonya