On this 9-11....no radio silence from me.

17 years ago...something crazy happened. A country song I love says "A sucker punch came flying from somewhere in the back...." Here's the deal: whether it was some sort of Illuminati move or the Rothschild family....some church/religion/movement or some sort of an inside crazy something...(Or, if Osama bin Laden coordinated it as the timeline states) Here is what I know: This country I was born in raised in...the one I would march proudly in my red, white and blue twirling my baton for the parade....the one that I love coming back to after global travels...it was attacked that day.

2977 people (and 19...well...) lost their lives that day. There were moments that redefines heroes - FDNY and first responders rushing into buildings as people were rushing or jumping out...people on planes taking the planes down so no more than needed suffer....people helping people...Americans helping Americans...all those that were moved to sign up for the military the next day.... I am by no means a flag waving Go 'murica kinda gal.... this was my Kennedy. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. Most years I go to radio silence....I am quiet, and somber...and remember.... this year in the face of a split country, in the face of racism, in the face of it all going wrong...I want to say: "I love this country! I am grateful for the men and women who bravely and proudly serve so I can live this crazy life I love! I can speak my opinions, I can be a Domme, I can pursue life, liberty and happiness!" Live loudly Live boldly. We live in the best country on this planet! Flaws and all!

In a galaxy far...far....away.....

Sub fever - an original poem

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Captain's Log: Stardate 06172018 at 0200 hours.....

What is DJ doing?? A better question might be...what is DJ SUPPOSED to be doing. Saturday night was quiet, which is normal - it hits 11pm and though I'd decided I'd make a few recordings/mp3s several guys decided it was time to call... Then...I ate too many butterscotch candies...(sugar wheeeee) and drank two big mugs of coffee (yahoooooo) Now I have miss Victoria dressed and looking for the parties in her neighborhood while "cackling like a witch" (her words) and eating a hamburger patty -- True story... Yeah...all these plans to make like 3 recordings, and here I am -- causing my favorite cross dresser to get wolf whistled at by a truck full of hotties.... I truly love my life. You can't make this stuff up!! (See the special and new Victoria page HERE)

Talk to me...

"Talk To Me"

When you're having those days when you're feeling deserted
And everyone leaves you on hold
When none of your friends seem to care what you're doin'
And you're feeling old, out in the cold
When the only thing left of romance is a memory
And your memory's not strong
Whenever your clouds lose their silvery lining
I'll keep you warm, out of the storm

You don't need no psychiatry
Come on baby you can talk to me
Cuddle up on the couch with me
We can talk all night for free
You don't need to be hypnotized
Lay down here and look me in my eyes
Cuddle up on the couch with me
We can talk all night for free
Won't you talk to me
Come on and talk to me
Oh talk to me

When you're feeling the blues and there's no one to lean on
When nobody makes you belong
You need to be safe in the arms of a someone
Who'll make you strong, it won't take long
If you're lookin' for someone that you can believe in
Let that someone be me
Can't think of a thing that some lovin' can't handle
Let's make a start, give me your heart

You don't need no psychiatry
Come on baby you can talk to me
Cuddle up on the couch with me
We can talk all night for free
You don't need to be hypnotized
Lay down here and look me in my eyes
Cuddle up on the couch with me
We can talk all night for free
Talk to me
Oh won't you talk to me
Oh, keep on talking to me
You gotta, you gotta talk to me

A collaboration with two veteran Niteflirt Alphas?? oh yes! Myrtle Beach The Movie--

There is something in the works. Something big. Myrtle Beach the Movie -- it's an open call to the country -- hell to the world to be a part of stepping outside of how art is created. Music, passion, fetish, images, clothing, deviance, truth and stories that happen in this crazy thing we call life.

This is just a taste-- A dark Dom in his Dungeon, summoning, playing and lurking...creating from the darkness...

A Dominatrix...a bellydancer -- moving like a snake -- pulling you into her world....

This is just the beginning -- we are basically giving this away -- why?? because we want to rock your world.

If I can bring 25% of it....

Ok ya'll...so you who know me,  -- know about Phantom. (My first and I guess only real Dom-though we were miles apart and the one who inspired me--ok it was initially an assignment-- to make mp3s and various creations.) You also know that I have a small percentage (very small) of switch in me, and only to a unicorn or possibly a Sith Lord that knows how to access it. Well, occasionally, I've liked to find inspiration to remind me of why I do what I do -- and to remind me to bring it full throttle to ya'll...Needless to say, as you know Phantom (no, I still won't type his name! how many years later?!) passed 3 years or so ago...so I can no longer go back to the well for inspiration. (outside of various letters etc, but not the same as a conversation.) 

BUT, I happened across a place--that in my mind "had potential" to be that inspiration. (no, I'm not telling you where.) Then I happened across an individual - one who makes me want to raise My game as a Domme/artist and one who reminded me of that flight to subspace (it'd been a while since I took that journey.)

So, buckle up! It's a little like striking a vein of gold and knowing there is soooo much more below...and this Domme was reminded of why I do what I do...and to what level to bring it.

May the Force be with you if I get to drink from the well with any regularity (you're going to need it!)