CAMEL TOE!

Wednesday 23^rd June, 2010

CAMEL TOE! Now that I have your attention, if you have one would you show me?

Back at the ranch, it’s raining today and my garden is loving it, my two cats however are a combination of miserable and frustrated. My youngest (8months) Felix, is frustrated and at the best of times is like a toddler going through their terrible two’s coupled with ADD, and so, I found him pacing at the door for the most part of today and meowing in loud bellowing tones to be let out to play. My eldest (5 ½ years) Bastet or Bassie as I call him is miserable, usually a very skittish cat with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and I am not kidding. He sat, at the door, hopelessly lost and depressed that he too could not go out and play, whilst Felix paced and complained. Ahhhh kids!

Yesterday I spent over 4hours making a pretty impressive cake even if I do say so myself!

Sex With My Best Friend - She Left Me High & Dry!

Saturday 19^th June, 2010

It was, with great pleasure today that I happily pottered around in my garden and fertilized everything and did some weeding. It was said to me the other evening that ‘a weed is merely a plant out of place’ (something like that) and other than ‘life, be in it’ or ‘I think, therefore I am’ no truer words have been spoken. None the less I ripped the fuckers out from whist they came and put them in a better place………….in a heap all by themselves!

After a ponder and a little musing about my long-lived and forever loved bi-sexuality, I come to be thinking about my first sexual experience with the same sex, this time much I was much older and with another woman. Considering my fascination with women and appreciation of our bodies, gestures and the way most women tend to carry themselves it took me a while to eventually take any opportunity that presented itself and this time I took the bull by both horns. I was 18 when I was first hit on by another woman but then too shy and unsure about accepting her advances she was also 10yrs my senior so I did have some reservations and feelings of a daunting kind. So, there we were both 25 and had been friends since we were 10yrs old. I remember expressing to her my interest in women when I was 18 and she joked around and said she was curious and that she would feel most at ease trying this with someone she knew as opposed to picking up or going to a gay bar etc. I refused for the same reason, we were friends and had been since primary school, I cared for her but had no physical attraction or interest for her in this way. For years afterwards one of us would bring the subject up and she would again profess that it would be great to try because we knew one another so well, at 25, drunk one night at her place and her boyfriend was doing an interstate trip away and she was horny, she brought it up again so I gave in and she grabbed a vibrator, we laid on a mattress on her lounge room floor and I started kissing her nipples that were tiny and pink, I then went down on her pussy working her vibrator whilst working on her clit with my tongue and mouth, she came twice, or so she told me. Then she got up, sat in a chair, lit a cigarette and said ‘this lesbian play thing, I am not so sure about this now sorry’ then finished her cigarette and left me sitting there and went to her room and went to bed. Fucking guttered! LOL! She is now happily married (to that very boyfriend) and has two lovely little boys. A couple of years ago I reminded her of this and she went bright red and said ‘yeah I did kinda leave you high and dry huh?’ then we laughed, for it was 10 yrs ago now and we have known each other for 25yrs now.

My escapades since have been far more fulfilling *grinz*

No, definitely not a lesbian I do like cock but if there was such a thing as being 3 parts lesbian that would probably be me yes, I guess it depends on what side of the bed I get out from. Being confused about ones sexuality I would imagine is quite difficult to deal with in your teens and probably early to mid 20s but it’s such a lovely delight to wonder about in your 30s *sniggers* oh the delights!!!

Grocery shopping tomorrow and a traditional Sunday night roast dinner!

Epistemology should be taught to all children I feel, or rather, those willing to listen.

Hello world, goodbye confusion, welcome understanding.

I am Robyn Leslie and THIS is my story LOL!

Bed time now so nitey nite vegemites xXx

Pornography - My Introduction

Friday 18^th June, 2010

This morning I woke at 3.30am with that 70s song in my head ‘Get Down on It’ by Kool & The Gang. So I woke the person up sleeping next to me and gave them a blow job and ‘got down on it’ such a good girl I is!

4am is by far too early to rise. I am going to call Lani this morning for a catch up chat at some point providing it doesn’t rain because I have bullshit mobile phone reception where I live so I have to go for a walk which, in fact, I wouldn’t mind doing this morning………if it doesn’t rain.

My garden is flourishing for this time of year which really is no surprise considering we have had some magnificent days here on the Gold Coast this Winter with the sun shining a bright most days and where I have my plants situated I have a little micro-climate goin on. My beans are flowering ready to reward me with beans soon, my peas and snow peas are a plenty and my tomato plant has 3 ready to pick and toss into a salad (I might even make some Tabouli) and my tomato seedlings are looking healthy and rather like a garden boarder of little dope plants, how cute!

I may have to do a second breakfast this morning seeing as I rose early. At 5am I had crumpets with iSnack/Cheesemite on them YES I LIKE IT SO SHUDDUP! And it is close to 8am now so I may have a small bowl of porridge with honey and cinnamon.

I am nearing the end of my course and for a Nail Tech course it is far more involved than what I anticipated, I am totally over micro-biology, anatomy, chemistry of related chemicals, work place health and safety stuff etc however in saying this it has been great to get my brain into first gear again it has been sometime, I have been enjoying this immensely.

Where was I a few diary posts ago? Porn? My introduction to porn. It was short lived really and never really took off but has been in the back of my mind ever since. I was 29 and a client had made a booking with me, and unbeknownst to me he was the owner of a smallish porn company and also did the directing, marketing and distributing. ‘Where did you learn to suck cock like that?!’ he asked so I replied by telling him that I have worked in various sectors of the sex and adult industry over the years but I have not yet done any porn and would like to someday, ‘ well ironically love I own a small company are you really interested?’ Well! Does Bugs Bunny eat carrots??? He explained a few things to me and answered some questions I had. I learnt about enemas and his actors/actresses often had lemon juice enemas, I learnt that sex industry workers don’t always make the best porn because they are used to focussing on a different paradigm and not fucking for or with the camera/audience but rather their focus is on one person and their wants, needs and expectations etc I had to agree but secretly I knew I was born for this shit wether it was in the confines of my bedroom with one client, on camera, posing for pictures or fucking my next door neighbour! If it involved being sexual to any degree I was in like Flynn!!!

Another meeting was set up, the interview. He gave me a couple of sheets of paper with a list of sexual practices and positions. Half of them I had no idea had a name! ‘what the hell is Bukkake?’ I asked and when he explained it I thought ‘yeah why the hell not’ there were about 3 things out of at least 50 listed that I was not comfortable doing so didn’t tick that box. I was advised that this list was very important to match me up with the right men and women and when you put thought to this it is simple logic really, no point in putting two dominant women together, or two heterosexual men together to have sex etc. You certainly won’t get the best performance out of them. He put a DVD into my player and showed me other completed interviews from some of the actresses on his ‘books’ and asked me if I would be comfortable doing the same, I agreed. This meant a masturbation scene, which was to be filmed. He started rolling and asking me sexually related questions, I wore an Indy Grid Girl outfit with black thigh highs and proceeded to slowly take it off whilst continuing to answer his questions then allowing him to get a close up of my pussy and then filming me rubbing one out and my screaming orgasm, he almost dropped the camera, I giggled, he said thank you and I said ‘no thank YOU’ I was now on his ‘books’.

He was friends with Jody Moore from Bris and a few other ladies in the industry and had chosen me at the time to star in his low budget film that just happened to have a lot of sex in it lol but with a story line and movie length. It was to be about a virgin (Me lol!) captured and bitten by a vampire and then I turned into one and had to reel in all my girlfriends to be bitten and infected then ‘turned’ also. Then we would have big orgies this one vampire and all us ladies, blaa blaa blaa it may have been a lot of fun to be honest but I was told this would take from 5 – 7 days a week for 3 months out of my life and well I am too stubborn to abide by the rules of anyone, stubborn and very independent, when I do get around to it I would rather do my own, my own organising, marketing, filming etc with the help of others of course but I would be calling the shots. So that was the beginning and the end of my porn career LOL! He was a nice guy and still a friend today and I met some of his friends and others associated with the industry and makeup artists etc even though it was a brief experience and dabble with porn I wouldn’t take it back…………………….and I will do something myself eventually I won’t be happy until I can properly tick that box too!

Back to my studies and to make me a bowl of porridge.

If you are just rising then top of the morning to ya!

Welcome To Winter

Thursday 3^rd June 2010

Behold, Winter! A time for soup, sex and sleep in that order and for me my lovely friends this is where the good regarding winter begins and ends. Unless you enjoy the colder times of the year there is nothing to relish about it in my opinion but I am me, therefore I am, hmm. I will go so far as to say it can be a pretty time for snow on the mountain tops and………….well………….snow. I remember when I was a little girl first growing up in a very small community on the south west coast of Tasmania and walking to school in the snow and making snow men with my cousin on weekends and after school and dressing them up and giving them eyes and a carrot for a nose. Children are so resilient to the cold weather. Alas, we do need winter for change and to help promote growth for the seasons in between, it’s all very valid and necessary, I JUST DON’T LIKE IT!!!

Enough whinging now. On a good note about the colder weather is that my winter vegetables are loving it! My bok choi is healthy and thriving and my spinach so green and virile – last night I made my first stir-fry and included these two succulent plants in the dish along with some herbs from the garden which are too loving the weather. The days here have still been lovely and most worthy of a mention, the sun has been shining brightly with lovely warmth to it at least 3 or 4 days out of 7.

Currently I am cleaning out my spare room and setting up my salon ready for trade next month when I have made all the necessary purchases and very much looking forward to setting up my new business I am close to finishing my course and have very much enjoyed all the theory and reading building my knowledge bank, however I am now finding a lack of motivation for the last part – it simply makes no sense to me to have a text book in front of you with detailed diagrams and part of an exam you are asked to draw them and send them off via email????? I could scan them and send them off or better still I would love to be able to put Q. ** (please refer to Pg ***, diagram ***) LOL! I must not be defeated by my thinking, haste and superior attitude hahaha, oh well.

What a month was May in terms of my industry online. I logged into SDU to post some relevant stuff for sex workers and found myself reading a few topics of interest on the forum, then I started posting, then old habits came back and it was a great excuse to get away from having to draw those gawdforsaken diagrams! There is always a relatively thick blanket of bullshit slung around my industry on and offline to different degrees but last month sure was a month for it – ridiculous Twitter accounts professing enough bullshit and dribble to fuel the next mission to the moon, claiming many things about others and threatening to ‘out’ people and disclose IP addresses, writing in harsh tones and using profanity lacking in depth and quality not too unlike a teenager with too many opinions and nothing to back this up, therefore all assumption and no substance for argument – not an ounce of wit worthy for entertainment. Sad. Then a sex worker, a beautiful woman in my eyes, articulate and strong, witty and quite the interesting personality regardless of how troubled - using her blog to vent her inner turmoil and hatred, her past hurts and trauma, attacking others in such a vindictive and scathing manner designed to inflict, to cut and slice apart anyone who disagrees or gets in the way. What I found most ironic with her counter-contradictions is the expression she made about others playing in her field and then I wonder how she would fair up if someone of her calibre did *sniggers* and then I digress for it is those very personalities who would find it beneath them to play her game by her rules. Such a shame such beauty and intelligence is wasted on such negativity. Nothing is brilliantly lit by bitterness. Her blog = her only weapon and I wonder if she realises how much credibility she has lost with this recent behaviour with those that were once intrigued and admired her, leaving only a handful. Now banned from a couple of places is she and rightfully so. She has no right or argument to complain about decisions made when a trail of her poison was left as a bad taste in many people’s mouths in the lead up. Punishment be the only thing that comes out of bad behaviour, no one likes a spoiled sport! Neuroticism in one of its finest forms. Such a shame.

On Tuesday I made a lovely thick creamy pumpkin soup, which now is almost gone and my next shall be a beef and vegetable minestrone again. I made this last week and thoroughly enjoyed so a repeat performance I shall.

The sun has now risen and my garden is alight with green, my tomatoes are ripening and my chillies are a mass in fruit and ready to pick. I have one lonely kent pumpkin growing at a rapid rate and this reminded me of the wonderful story of James and the Giant Peach I read and re-read many times as a child and so adored. This rapid growth for a pumpkin is unusual this time of year; it gives me hope that I too will survive winter. There I go whinging again *winks*

After the set up of my business and the completion of my course I must get back in to my Social Science studies I have procrastinated for long enough and now I have 18months left to do a 4yr course LOL but this I know I will achieve as I excel at what I am passionate for, so Miss Aeryn if you are reading this I need you still even if I have to fly you to me!!!

Ahh, the birds have started to sing now. I must start my day.

Do something for yourselves today; you owe it to yourself,

Ciao! xXx

My Adonis

Friday 28th May 2010

Wednesday gone I had a visit from a regular client and once again his presence reminded me of a boy who I used to see for around 6 months some 5 years or so back, he would visit me on his pushbike. Of Croatian decent his skin a silky smooth caramel, his eyes so boyish and beautiful, his smile although cheeky lit me up inside and caused a rippling, tingling desire to run through my body ending in my pussy. His voice was deep and slow, sexy and completely inviting. Both of reasonable fitness we would fuck and suck sometimes for hours and both had a healthy appetite for each others body. I would cum until I didn’t have it in me anymore. His kisses would melt me, his big hands would hold me as I cum hard and his oral skills would make his father proud. I enjoyed admiring his tight buttocks and handsome cock…………….I must stop before this turns into erotica.

I was totally infatuated at the time and my hot desire masked any ability to think clearly. I paid his rent for him twice and lent him money in various forms, silly, silly girl I was – this hustler was hustled by a hustler!

My visit on Wednesday was a lovely reminder of all the above and if he was to knock on my door tomorrow I would probably say ‘hey dude, how’s it hangin? Where’s my money cunt! And by the way, thanks for the good times’ maybe I should just consider it payment for his services *grinz*

It’s getting cold now and Winter is nigh. Oh how I detest the cold but the 4 seasons we must endure to maintain balance. I am glad I have planted winter vegetables and some of them are thriving just nicely.

I have a booking soon which is a good thing I am feeling kinda tingly and in need of an orgasm.

I made chicken and vegetable soup today and threw in a generous handful of several fresh herbs from my garden and have to say that this batch of soup is by far one of the most aromatic I have ever made.

I must go and get ready for said booking, just a short entry today my friends.

Lovely to have had you *winks*

Private Dancer - Dancin For a Dolla!

Wednesday 19^th May 2010

I am breathing a little better today thanks to Vicks Vapour Drops, Ventalin and cough syrup. Asthma really is tha pits I tell ya, THA PITS! I’ve neglected my garden a little over the past couple of weeks after falling ill but today I have promised myself to catch up on some.

I was recently thinking back on a time when I first experienced a strip club. I was 18 it was 1992 and I answered an advert in the local newspaper about a job and to my surprise the lady said she would make a house call to conduct an interview. The day came and she stepped inside my little flat and looked me up and down and then quite frankly said,’ yup, you’ll do just fine’ and scribbled down an address and a day and time for me to start work. As it was I ended up working behind the bar in a little seedy strip club…….with a difference. This club had no security, however, a very big vault type door and the patrons were mainly regular punters. There were no poles and no lap dancing. Instead the men paid the girls to take their clothes off, $5 topless, $10 nude to walk around like this for up to 10mins at a time and they would also pay them extra money to play pool with them naked. Working behind the bar was no different I was often paid to serve drinks naked. The girls would occasionally get up on the tables and do a themed table dance or some would do whipped cream shows or take a little bubble bath etc. It was all very tacky and seeding and I was 18 and naive and it wasn’t until after I left this place did I realise and after reading in the paper that the whole set up was an illegal brothel /escort agency LOL! I often wondered what went on in those other ‘areas’ of the club to which I never ventured and why they had so many cars and drivers out back haha I just thought all strip clubs were like this. I later read in the paper that Miss M (we’ll just call her that) was busted for illegal prostitution and ironically short time later the strip club turned into a real estate office LOL Miss M then went into real estate, who knew???!!!

My first REAL experience in a strip club was when I was 28, bit of a late bloomer considering the mean average age of most strippers is between 18 and 24yrs but in saying that I had worked with many in their late 20s and into their 30s and a few early to mid 40s. When I went for an interview it was originally to be a door girl, to stand their looking pretty at the door of the club flirting with passers by and hustling them to come on in and have a good time, the whole ‘if you like what you’re looking at now then you should see what’s inside!’ deal. This lasted 3months and I found it to be exhausting standing on my feet in the one spot for up to 7hours at a time, fortunately though I got to work alongside one of the funniest chicks I have ever known, she was full of beans without being on anything and always telling jokes and fucking around like a twit and I found this highly entertaining and we worked well together at the time in gaining the boys attention and conning them into the club. One new years eve we had a dress up party and everyone including the door girls were required to dress up for the evening so earlier that day we both went and hired two Vegas showgirl outfits – mine was pink and silver with the headdress and the whole kit and caboodle down to the fishnets, shoes, wild makeup and feathers a plenty! Hers was the same but red and black. This is party what encouraged me later to talk to the boss about becoming a dancer and so I did. Fortunately I was already fit and dance lessons as a child helped in the areas of flexibility and movement although for the first two weeks my legs were covered in bruises from being smashed into the pole a million and one times in just one night alone! Knowing a few of the dancers already I obtained advice about where to find myself a pair of the traditional clear plastic stripper stilettos and appropriate outfits. My first ever dancing outfit was red; I still have it to this day and many other outfits for that matter. After a time I decided I hated the job and today I have a great respect for dancers, it really is a difficult job to do if you are not in love with it, being my experience of course others may feel different but I thought being a hooker was much easier more empowering and less of a head fuck and still feel that way today. Being a stripper was my very first introduction to women and insecurities and jealousy – I was wide eyed and often gobsmacked at how many amazing looking and young women were so hard on themselves and held so many insecurities about their bodies even when most of us would consider some of them to have perfect bodies to them their nose was crooked or they hated their teeth or having long legs or their boobs weren’t perky enough and if they couldn’t find anything obviously wrong to them they would create something. It’s amazing how one night of uneventful hustling to walk home with 30 bucks would create an emotional rollercoaster ride for them and at the end or even in the middle of the night they would end up in a pile of tears in the corner. The conversations between the young ones were funny sometimes and if it wasn’t for listening in sometimes I would never have known that shoving ecstasy in your ass made for a quicker hit and that cocaine was the drug of choice for most strippers etc apart from smoking enough pot to put Bob Marley to shame in times gone by I had never done drugs and in my spare time hung out with a couple of girls I worked with in the club that were also drug free, independent, strong and free thinking although much younger than I at the time. I gave up and went back to hooking for a while and also went to another club where I took on a job of being a hostess in a strip club which did mean looking pretty but was more about taking care of all the other girls and helping them get private dances by hustling for them when they were on stage doing a pole dance. Then I bought my own pole which I still spin around on today at home, ahhhhh the memories. I did get to meet the boys from Metallica and a few other popular bands in the club I worked at I guess that’s not an everyday experience.

I remember my introduction to porn that never really took off but was a nice experience but I will save that for another day…………

The dishwasher has finished its cycle I must go and unload it.

Singin ‘While I’m away I’ll write home every day and send all my lovin to youuuuuu’ I met Johnny Young once, I served him breakfast would you believe!

Be good, or bad or very VERY bad *grinz*

The Scent of a Woman - Delicious On Its Own

Monday 17^th May 2010

Her smile – delightful as a summer breeze and her hair smelt of shampoo, her eyes – wide with anticipation and her lovely chocolate locks cascading down to the small of her back and ending in bouncing curls entwined with one another. She wore green, one of her favourite colours she later confessed. Tipsy from drinking all afternoon she greeted me with a hug then stood back and said ‘beautiful as always and as I remember’ and I was thinking the exact same thing. It had been around 3 years since we last laid eyes on each other and 3yrs since we last enveloped ourselves in each others embrace in a mass of hair, legs, breasts and giggles. We laughed, we drank cocktails, red and white wine, we soaked in a spa with milk, we rubbed with body butter and then she said ‘do you mind if I taste your lovely pussy?’ who was I to refuse? Then, it was my turn to greet her pussy with my mouth and acquaint myself once again with her lovely little orchid and her beautifully manicured triangle of love. Her breasts are by far the most beautiful I have ever cupped with my hands and brushed my face with, so soft, so supple, so full and adoring. Her skin so soft and I grin when she apologises for not shaving her legs, I hadn’t noticed from all her beauty. I was truly amazed when she told me the last time she was with a woman was the last time she saw me so I smiled and kissed her lips softly and said thank you before I proceeded to apologise for being unfaithful since - there have been several since her but none so delicious. There was indeed a great deal more about this evening that I will keep in my memory bank forever until we meet again. We have a lot in common and each time we meet I discover more and why. I will miss her and promise myself to not let our rendezvous be so long apart ever again.

That’s how I spent my Saturday evening. OMG I need a permanent girlfriend it’s always waaaaay tooooo looooong between muffs!

A couple of weeks ago I took a week off to do some study and then fell ill with what I first thought was tonsillitis then the onset of a cold or a flue but alas it is asthma playing up (it’s been 5yrs since the last bout of asthma) I now have ventalin and antibiotics for my chest. This is why I have been absent.

I will be back on board my forum, Facebook, instant messenger, email and my diary in the coming days I promise xXx

Sales Is Merely Hustling Is It Not?

Tuesday 4^th May 2010

It’s raining buckets this morning, in fact it’s been raining since around midnight, my plants are well watered but it has spoilt the lovely flow of beautiful sunny days we have been having here. So it’s indoor activities for me today. Fortunately I have a regular coming to see me soon, nothing like sex and soup on a rainy day.

Ever misplaced your footing and fallen down a set of stairs head first, skinning your nose, elbows and knees, feeling every step into your side or back as you kept falling like a tumbleweed after the wind picked up in the dessert, to land on your ass at the bottom with a thud? Yeah me neither but it would HAVE to suck!

Once upon a time long, long ago I was 18, had quit my job and not invested too much time into looking for another one when before I knew it my rent was due. A week earlier a friend suggested to a male friend of mine that he should loosen up a little and have some fun and hire a hooker. I was fascinated. So he did and used my place to have the lady visit. I was still fascinated, of course. The next week my friend had suggested to this male friend of mine that he should do it again and this time consider me for the job. At this stage more than fascinated was I and agreed it was to be a fantastic idea. That week the rent got paid. So, if you were expecting a longwinded, interesting journey into my first encounter of being paid to have sex then I do apologise for disappointing. Over time it did get interesting though. After this first time I went to work the first time in a strip club, still 18 but that’s another story. First experience of doing the street was when I was 25, I picked up a young Srilanken doctor, the second time on the street I ended up making friends with the dude (still to this day) and picked him up not far from where I lived and I will never forget it I asked for $50 to give him a blow job and he only had $35.35c so I told him to keep the 35c and proceeded, we laughed about it years later. My first experience of goods or services for sex was when I entered into Internet businesses online and marketing in 2001, I was still 26 and I met this guy at a library and long story short convinced him to buy a business package from me if I booked a room and spent the night with him. It was a closed deal after that. This was the first of many – I once did a half hour booking for 4 dozen eggs lol made a lot of quiche that week! The next street experience was being picked up and taken elsewhere for an hour and dropped back to where I was standing – something about the excitement of just being there and then picked and taken somewhere is probably beyond thinking for most people but like anything in life you have to try it to form a proper opinion. There is a common misconception that ALL street workers are train wrecked women either supporting an addiction, being pimped or in a situation they find it hard to refuse and grant it yes there are these workers around just like there are many people around working in factories addicted to something or working the checkout in Woollies because they feel obliged to support another person or working in a high corporate job of their dreams and yet feel forced to do things and comply with what normally they would not. People, it’s life and just as many of us are or can get ourselves into situations that we don’t like in all aspects of life does not mean that, for example every street worker you see or hear of is not in a situation that she or he has chosen and for all the right reasons personally for he or she in fact you would be surprised on how many sex workers who advertise their services in the many ways in which we do and even advertise on the net that step outside onto the street not too far from home to pick up any extra work they can get at any given time for any given reasons. Just because something is made illegal doesn’t necessarily mean its right. Don’t judge a book by its cover for it might be a good read.

I am taking a week off the net to do some study and assignments so can’t say when I will be making my next diary post but it could be sooner than later,

Ciao for now munchkins xXx

Baby Take Off Your Dress - But You Can Leave Your Hat On

Saturday 1^st May 2010

I woke up too early this morning after a late night although complain I cannot with what I woke to. I woke to a flock of 200 noisy cockatoos flying over my house and landing in the trees outside my bedroom window. This is a regular occurrence although it doesn’t happen every morning; I think they enjoy the element of surprise. Often one of them sits in the tree outside my bedroom window and says ‘hello’ I think once upon a time it was either a pet shop bought bird and gotten free or caught wild and domesticated then gotten free, either way he ever so nonchalantly likes to say hello to me some mornings. They are another one of our magnificent species, however my wild cockatoos outside my window of the mornings seem twice the size of our other domesticated friends and much healthier and definitely happy in an open free environment. I used to breed birds once upon a time having a small bird license and once owned a cockatoo, yellow Indian ringneck, breeding pair of eastern rosellas, breeding pair of peach faces, breeding pair of princess parrots, shit loads of budgies, and a lorikeet. After seeing all the lovely birds around where I live I feel it could be a shame to own one again and restrict it to my company only although I would adore to raise an African grey, someday. I got up and sat on the toilet as this one cockatoo was bidding his hellos to me this morning and also noticed a beautiful and proud kookaburra land on a branch near to the cockatoo. In the afternoons I have 3 butcher birds who sometimes swoop into my back courtyard where I feed them some fresh meat occasionally along with the also new family of crows all so very beautiful in their own right and all learning to trust me that little bit more each and every day.

Coffee was next and I took my mug outside with me to inspect my garden. It is the 1^st of May today would you believe? The last 4 weeks of autumn and we have had it so good here weather wise this autumn. Overnight my leek seedlings have appeared and the first flower on my pea plants, the birth of something new. Today I will plant lettuce and broccoli and my carrots can do with a thin out also. My jalapenos are thick, green, juicy and fat and I am so looking forward to their consumption. A friend of mine pickles her chillies and I must get the recipe. My bok choi I transplanted into the veggie patch last week has been going well although if my asshole cat would stop scratching around and shitting in my veggie patch then I would be even happier! All my plants, vegies and herbs are coming along wonderfully with my recent investments in several types of organic fertilizers.

Lately my rants have been about virginity and by this I mean the first time for all things or more to the point all my first times for all things we could deem as of a sexual nature, experiment or orientation.

Yes I was 16 and living with my cousin at the time, she was 23 and I know she won’t mind me writing about this…….bit late now anyhow lol. At the time we were both unemployed and she was reading the paper this particular morning looking at the job section and said to me we should respond to this particular advert that said ‘Bikini and Lingerie Models Wanted Good Money etc’ and so we did. We went along to meet a lovely photographer on one of the top floors of a particular hotel. After all technicalities were out of the way and I signed a form that stated I was indeed 16 to legalize the process haha he then gave us some money each to go shopping for a lingerie outfit each and so we did and returned the next day for our first of 3 days of shoots. The first day it was swimwear and bikini paying us $25 per hour each for this, he then sat us down and explained for $50 an hour would we be interested in going topless, we looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and agreed why not. So the next day we did some lingerie and topless shots in a few different outfits and the new one we had bought ourselves then we were paid. Again we were sat down at the end of the shoot and asked if we were interested in doing any nude work for $100 per hour. I can’t quite remember if my cousin agreed to that part but I was certainly up for it. So agreed. The shots were quite tasteful until my cousin left the room for the bathroom to get changed into her next outfit and while she was in there the photographer asked me to spread my legs and part my lips, yes of course I obliged and felt rather good about it too! After a few clicks my cousin returned. He then opened a bottle of bubbly for us both and we had a couple of glasses each. I still remember him as being quite the professional and little did I know that the adult industry was full of many dodgy people and practices as I was to later find out in various ways. A couple of weeks later we received a roll of pictures (I asked for a copy for our own portfolio and use) with nice tasteful shots of ourselves clothed, half naked and me in all my glory which my mother even thought was nice upon inspection but I noticed he kept the explicit ones out of the roll. So I am probably somewhere in some French porn magazine spread legged and with a smile LOL!

My first trick as a wanna be hooker was when I was 18, but I will tell you about that later I have to water my garden now……..