Monthly Archives: June 2008
Off to retrieval
Bon Voyage
Wish me luck. So very nervous, for some reason, that the 22 eggs have already left. That’s it.
That’s my main obsessive worry.
Out of everything that could go wrong.
I’m worried that I’ve already ovulated.
I’m sure as soon as I pass this hurdle, I’ll be on to obsessively worry about something else.
Filed under Trying To Breed
Will my brain come back after the IVF? Probably not.
What Out! Brain dead bitch coming your way!
I have to explain why we need a new BBQ grill to my husband when he gets home (should I not burn said home down before he gets here) so I thought I would try it on you folks first.
I had just in fact talked to the nurse (right after I filled out something TOTALLY inappropriate on the retrieval forms) about how I couldn’t believe that they gave us sleep deprived, infertility obsessed nut jobs sharp instruments and expensive life altering drugs (as opposed to the cheap, needle free, life altering drugs I was doing when I got preggers when I was 15.. 17… 19 … 21 (no, I’m not just counting in odds)) and send us on our way when we (the royal we) really shouldn’t be allowed to drive, let alone sign legal contracts.
This is another reason why I chose to take the week off work. I’m way, WAY to distracted to be responsible for someone else’s mental and physical well being. (Let’s see, what was I doing? Oh yes, piercing this mans balls. What’s that? You were here for cross dressing? My bad.)
Wait. What is it you do for a living?
Wait. What is it you do for a living?
So I figured I would explain exactly what it is I do for a living. I know there are a ton of misconceptions about domination – and in the sex or adult industry, there are millions of shades of grey.
The short version is that I help men, and sometimes women or couples explore their fetishes and sexual fantasies.
- I share a space with a few other women, although we rarely run into each other.
- I have many friends across the country who are also in this industry.
- I do manage to make a fairly good living, and yes, I do pay taxes on it. I’m an entertainer.
- My clients are never allowed to have sex with me and rarely get to touch me at all aside from the occasional foot or leg worship.
- Yes, my mommy and my daddy know what I do.
Filed under The Spanking Factory
Chickenpig2 on D is for DominationYou are definitely as much a therapist as a sex worker, although being a therapist would require investing in a whole new wardrobe, not to mention an office with a trickling water feature, soft new agey music, and maybe a fish tank. 
braving_ivf on D is for DominationProof of how complicated we all are. Physical/emotional/mental stuff all collides sometimes. I'm confident they both felt well taken care of, even if it wasn't exactly how they expected to be taken care of when they arrived. 
tzzw on D is for DominationI'm not kidding: 80% of my sessions are like this. Self care! Have fun at Disneyland! :) 
dipitie on D is for DominationWow. You really do have a tough job. You are closer to a therapist than you are a sex worker. 
Lynn Lacroix on The Other Women: Lynn Lacroix, part deuxThanks for sharing my story again, Mona! It's funny. I wrote it, but I still get turned on reading it.