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You say I'm a bitch as if it were a BAD thing.

Art Thread
Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2017 2:33 am
Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Nevertheless’ 42x60” oil on panel
whining like a little bitch
Posted:Nov 20, 2017 6:41 am
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2017 7:33 am
Ahhh….this painting has finally sold.
It is the last of the ‘feel bad’ paintings, as I think of them.
Paintings that had hidden meanings concerning how unhappy I was at the time.
Good riddance.
The slave is not as happy about it – he loves the paintings of me.
The only regret I have is that I don’t think (I know) my figure is quite like that anymore…and now the painting is gone. How shall I prove how hot I was - when I am 80?
Those may very well be the best hands I ever painted – and hands are notoriously difficult.

In other news…
And I find I tend to have one day a week I am so…angry.
I love that child – she is truly my favorite.
But this is not what I had planned for my life.
And her mother is not taking care of business.
So this could last…indefinitely.
And the longer it lasts, the less any of us want to give her back…knowing she is better off here.

I am not a control freak in most ways. But when it comes to living my life the way I want – I want what I want. I lived for others for too damn long. And I worked so hard to get to where I am.

And my mother, who does the majority of the child care while I run my business – has developed a life suddenly. She has only been on 3 dates, but apparently she is now spending weekends at his place and he wants ‘to talk about their relationship’.
I do not like feeling so torn. Between…’ok, I’m happy for you’ vs. ‘if you run off, I will literally kill you since you agreed to help me with this child.’

I think my biggest problem is not knowing. I like to know. I like to plan. If I knew how long this would be – OR if I knew it would be permanent….either of those would be a relief. Just to know. I have made plans in case it is permanent (to build another bedroom). Yet….I don’t know…and that is enraging me.

Deep breathing. I am just trying to enjoy the child things like jumping in Fall leaves and how excited she is for Thanksgiving.

And seeing as this is a kink site….yeah…mojo? Not so much.
I had a full and fulfilling kink life with my slave/husband when I had 3 teenagers. It seems like we just need to adjust. Re-learn how to do this. I admit though – after having 2 years of complete freedom from kids….it will be a challenge.

Then there is the painting. This past year I accomplished more new and exciting pieces than I have in 10 years. I have gotten to the point where the alias work is easy and quick – freeing up more time for the real stuff. But, it takes quiet and alone-time to develop these ideas and work them. Last year was so wonderful for it. I was so encouraged that I had gotten to a place where I was producing so many again. The ideas were flowing and I had the time. Now, I am hanging on to the alias (it is the bread & butter of our income), but I don’t know how I will do the other. I can not foresee days of uninterrupted time in my future.
If I wanted to be melodramatic: My life’s passion and ambition is being fucked with.

So, you know….woe is me.
And of course, the usual refrain that I have it so much better than most. I know this.
And posting here on my blog now feels like stolen time from other responsibilities. There is too much to do. I should not be here, but fuck it, fuck it, fuck it…I will take the time to whine like a little bitch if I want to…dammit.

‘Unrequited’ 18x24” oil on panel
Go, sisters, go
Posted:Nov 8, 2017 10:23 am
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2017 8:54 am
11/8/18 - Huffpost Women

In January, Atlantic City Freeholder John Carman posted a meme to his Facebook page mocking the Women’s March.

“Will the women’s protest be over in time for them to cook dinner?” read the text, laid over an image of a woman in the kitchen.

That “women’s protest” stretched across the globe and became the largest single-day protest in U.S. history. And less than a year later, on Nov. 7, Carman would lose his seat to a woman who decided to run after protesting Carman’s comments.

Ashley Bennett, 32, showed up with dozens of other women constituents at a public meeting Carman held on Jan. 24, just days after he posted the sexist meme. Inspired by the Women’s March and what she saw as Carman’s “mocking and belittling people who are expressing their concerns about their community and the nation,” Bennett decided to run against him.

Though the seat is in a Republican district, Bennett bested Carman by 1,000 votes, out of 14,000 votes cast. Last month, Bennett told the AP that protests like the Women’s March “woke a lot of people up.”

Bennett wasn’t the only woman who won on Tuesday night after getting angry post-presidential election.

Kelly Fowler, a Virgina Beach, Va. resident, attended the Women’s March with her daughter Tessa Anne in January.

“I thought the march was gonna be for her,” Fowler said in a campaign ad. “I realized that it was for both of us and I didn’t feel alone anymore. So I knew I needed to do something. I need to be part of the legislative process.”

On Tuesday night, Fowler won a seat in the Virginia House of Delegates. She unseated incumbent Ron Villanueva ― who had voted to make the anniversary of Roe v. Wade the “Day of Tears” in the state. ― and flipped the 21st district from Republican to Democrat.

Hala Ayala, who helped organize buses from her Virginia community to the Women’s March on Washington, also won a seat in Virginia’s House of Delegates, becoming one of the first Latina women to serve in the House.

“Once I heard that the Women’s March was happening, I knew I wanted to be involved and to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with men and women,” Ayala told Elle in August. “We were just able to come together and kind of recalibrate ourselves, do what we needed to do to organize our thoughts and our energies and figure out the next steps. But we have to continue to take action. We have to make change. We can’t let that be the end of the road.”

On Tuesday night, Ayala unseated Rich Anderson, a 4-term Republican incumbent.
Organizations like She Should Run and Emily’s List have seen record numbers of women stepping up since November 2016. Many on Twitter noted the snowball effect that the presidential election and the Women’s March have had in driving women to run for office ― and win.
Posted:Oct 31, 2017 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2017 8:57 am
Finally, a photo I can post of his face.

When you haven't had date-night in you go overboard with the makeup.

Speaking of date night.
The other night the little one was to spend the night at my mother's.
Luckily, we got down to business fairly quickly.
Thereafter followed one interruption after the other.
The least of which was a power outage from heavy winds.
I was running up and down the stairs (still wearing the sexy silky robe).
It was then that each of my kids decided to call.
Among other things.
And there it is. Back to the 'grab it when you can' sex life that happens when there are kids around.

I'm still so tired. Maybe after the art fair next weekend I will get some rest.
If not - there are definite voodoo curses headed...somewhere.

On another note -
definitely my blood.
I just heard her in her sleep...
'you are NOT winning. Sorry. I am winning.'
The other day someone told her she was beautiful and she responded: 'yes'
Our Turn
Posted:Oct 19, 2017 6:10 am
Last Updated:Nov 22, 2017 2:03 am
First – I have not been responding to comments on the last few posts. I am reading them and appreciate them all. Thank you. I am just quiet right now. Between the constant bombardment of ugly news & the 20 hours of driving to pick up a little one…and baths, reading bedtime stories, etc… yeah.
I am tired and a bit on the blank side.

But last Saturday night…. I don’t have the energy to write about it – suffice it to say that was delicious and much needed.

And on that note – latest completed painting: ‘Our Turn’, 20x30” oil on panel
Times they are a-changing
Posted:Oct 12, 2017 10:09 pm
Last Updated:Nov 21, 2017 10:24 am
So, things will be changing around here for awhile.
Not sure if it will be a few months, or longer.
Having a 5-year-old in the house will do that.
While I hate why it is necessary, I do adore that little girl and will enjoy our time together.
(What time I manage to wrest from my mother, that is. With all her plans to do most of the work, all I can think is ‘where the hell was she when I was raising my 3)?

Yeah. Not so kinky.

But….Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas with a child around again….
Nothing but joy in that.
The halls will ring with cries of ‘GrandGoddess! GrandGoddess & Thor!’
Not a thing weird about that, at all.

In the meantime, we have Saturday night.
And I am making plans.
There is something about unlimited time that has made us a bit…perhaps lazy is the word? In terms of planning/romping/sceneing/playing….whatever you want to call it.
Of course, that’s not it really. Time is certainly limited with his career. And yet, we know we are together and alone if we want to be each weekend. (not that that has done us much good lately as he has had to work through weekends as well). Now, there will be a child around. Plans will need to be made. There will be more of a push to keep those plans and not put it off until later…because time will be more limited. Because arrangements will have to be made. I remember what that was like – it wasn’t that long ago after all. And there is…something. Something about it. You of course complain at having to make arrangements and being limited…but still…there is something about it that makes you appreciate the alone time even more. Pushes you to make the most of it. Perhaps causes a bit more urgency.

*spin cycle*…..spinning it as best I can ….

Just completed painting ‘Languid’ 12x14”…and already sold. Thank you, kind collector. I vow to paint plenty more pretty ones (even though I just want to paint sociopolitical ones), because…well, .....because you keep buying them from me.
Except, really.....
Posted:Oct 6, 2017 10:50 pm
Last Updated:Nov 10, 2017 8:59 am
'Except, really, when had men not been mystified by women? They were the magic that men dreamed of, and sometimes their dreams were nightmares.'

-Sleeping Beauties
by Stephen & Owen King

painting and cooking apples
Posted:Oct 4, 2017 10:32 am
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2017 2:41 am
I wrote a post about how heartbreaking the world is right now.
Then deleted it.
We are all feeling the same thing, so having nothing new to say that someone else probably already has…I chose to just say ‘fuck it’.

I’m in hiding mode, I suppose.
I want to stay home and paint.
And cook up all sorts of recipes with apples that I picked with mom the other day.
I have a couple art fairs I am attending for the alias work – which is a new thing for me (but the present sales figures demand I get creative). On the one hand – looking forward to a couple of fresh Fall days being outside at fairs with music and beer and happy people. On the other hand…staying at home not being around people is kind of my jam.

Sometimes I donate to causes. Sometimes I march in protests. Sometimes I yell and post political beliefs on my alias FB account.

And sometimes I need to just cook apples & paint.
mom, you slut bunny
Posted:Sep 28, 2017 7:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 1, 2017 8:46 am
My favorite bad-date stories came from my best friend.
There was that one with the guy who had prostate problems, which he explained when she suggested coffee or alcohol. Prostates are an excellent topic of conversation on the first date!

There is a new chick in town who will keep me entertained, I suspect.
She is in her apartment now texting 3 men at once (like a whore).
I did tell her she needed to get social as she was driving me nuts.
I have to work – please find some friends, I lamented.
I am not retired, you are, I stated.
You know who else is retired? Other people your age…lots of them.

Literally 8 men on the line.
That lady is going to out-play me back in the day.

Go Mom!

I am hearing things like:
'this one has a beautiful head of hair'
'this one is very successful'
'I like them with a big belly'

I'm alternately entertained and slightly disturbed.
so good
Posted:Sep 24, 2017 8:14 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2017 2:55 am
Oh, that was so good.
It was my first visit back to Texas that left no bad taste in my mouth.
Worries about the kids- always.
Overwhelming depression-inducing worries, not as much.
I checked out of politics/news and just enjoyed a lot of laughter and hugs and baby drool and it was so freaking nice.
I wish I could magically swoop in and fix all their struggles, but I can not.
But I have learned to just…embrace and enjoy.
And not feel guilty that I can not fix it all.
I loved and felt loved, and seriously…what is better than a one-year-old who is learning to kiss by eating your face?
And I felt loved and missed here at home – and damn, life can be such a struggle, but it is so good also.
We took a lot of photos of course. I look so happy in them.
There is a difference in those photos where you are smiling and trying to look good vs. playing and having a blast with kids. I have to admit, in the ones with the kids – the natural joy is beautiful.
And then you give them back and get back to the life you have built that makes you happy…and shoot…I just feel so lucky.

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