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

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Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 4:07 pm
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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
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why be who you are - when you can be a church-lady?
Posted:Jan 9, 2018 12:01 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 10:25 pm
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Well, I don’t know if it will happen, but I am feeling more hopeful.
My daughter has started the process of getting her shit together.

So….I am feeling hopeful that in a few months her daughter can be sent back.

I love that little girl so much.
I will probably cry the entire drive back to Texas when it comes time to return her.
I will worry about her adjusting again – she has been SO well-loved here.
But, I will get over it and get on with things and have my life back.

(And I hear the slave whispering in my head – ‘don’t get too hopeful yet’ – he is the careful one. I am the Mother and GrandGoddess who has to have hope).

Yeah yeah. I’m jumping the gun. Right now I still have her 5 days a week. My mother takes her 2. That was not the agreement, but my mother got herself a boyfriend and decided she wanted out of the ‘helping family’ business. Nevermind that when she needed help I stepped up and bought a home over budget by $50,000 so there would be an apartment for her. That’s an example of helping family. But hey – she wants a new man/life and doesn’t feel beholden to help anyone. Because, you know…she is old and deserves to do what she wishes. Cold. cold. cold.

No, I’m not bitter…why do you ask?
Why would I expect her to help? Just because she offered to? Pfffttt. Just because I have a hard time running the business with the kid here and the help she offered? Just because, you know…said business pays for this 30-year-mortgage that was in part for her benefit? Ppfffttt.

I get changing your mind. I really do. But you do not change your mind when it comes to a child. Or at least, I do not.

Hell, why should she care? She has a new man. She spends 5 days a week at his house now. He has a nice house apparently (she is a survivor and has that mentality that likes to assess if someone has money). I wasn’t really surprised, (although I had almost forgotten) it was the usual – she has transformed into a different person for him. Overnight. She is now a church-going lady who doesn’t believe in living together before marriage (hence the guest room she stays in).

I almost spit out my drink when she had him over for xmas dinner and she asked us all to hold hands and bow our heads to pray. What?! I stared at her cross-eyed with my tongue hanging out as she pulled this sham.

I am not to mention the big love of her life. Who is now suddenly relegated to ‘her mistake she doesn’t want to talk about’. They were together 17 years. It started as an affair, then he left his wife to be with my mother - who in the end nursed him as he died. He never did divorce his wife though – he didn’t think it was proper. The wife was glad someone else was nursing him. She was heartbroken when he passed – I do truly think he was the love of her life. She was also left destitute because he moved her to one of the most expensive cities and left her nothing of his fortune – it all went to the wife he did not divorce but lived separate from for 17 years.

But hey…as to the banishment of his name – why be who you are when trying to seduce a man…amiright? I mean seriously ladies – some prime dating advice right here: morph yourself into whatever it is you think the man wants. It’s worked really well for her (not).

She went from a bawdy wino one week to a church-lady the next.
Freaky man, just freaky.
The slave asks...who is she this week?
With her 17-year relationship - she was his Domme...kink and all (I found this out years after I was in the lifestyle).

The husband shakes his head. You are nothing like her, he says. Your daughter is nothing like you, he says. The extended family – nothing like me either. He wants to know how I came to be. My youngest son is like me – that is it. The other two children take after their father’s side more. I don’t know, I tell him. All I know is that as a small child I judged. It is not chic to be too judgemental, but I was. I judged and I concluded that there were certain things I did not want to be. And I succeeded. The catch phrase of the say is ‘living your own truth’. I do that. And I can’t imagine it any other way.

My mom, well…after this minor bashing (that she will never read) – I have this to say. She is a survivor. Of some abuse, but mostly of a lack of education and poverty. Of a generation that made it so relying on a wealthy man seemed the only way out and up. Of her experiences – the only travel and good she had was when she was spoiled by a wealthy man (even if in the end he left her worse-off). We are all products of what we have experienced. She is more mercurial than most. It is what it is. She is selfish as well. She feels she is owed something I suppose. Because she worked hard all her life and she is now 70. I’m just not sure who she thinks owes her. Most likely it is anyone she can get anything out of – and yes, that includes her only child.
She is who she is.
I do love her, of course.
And, she will not live forever (right?! Right!?)

Thank you for the free therapy.
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Loki likes it in the butt
Posted:Jan 5, 2018 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 4:14 pm
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He is at his desk working and she is in his office petting the cat.
Her: ‘Loki likes it in the butt’
Him: ‘you mean he likes being patted on his butt (back)?’
Her: ‘yes, he likes it in the butt’
Him: peeks over his monitor just to be sure what is going on
Her: *chanting* repeatedly: ‘Loki likes it in the butt!’

He probably does.
That cat is kinky.
If scratching his neck, he maneuvers into position so I am choking him and tries to bite if I stop. He also dives into my shoes and rolls around on them like a true foot fetishist.

Some once asked for a photo because he is so fat.
Here you are: behold.
If the apocalypse arrives, we’ll have at least a few good meals out of him.
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I have questions
Posted:Jan 3, 2018 8:15 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2018 7:34 pm
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They are questions I could google.
I do not feel like researching.
Just…someone….answer me….pleaseeeeee.
(I’m tired)

I need to drown out noise/listen to music for the studio.
It’s not terrible, but I need to concentrate and can sometimes hear noises from the apartment I share one wall with. I have a good player for my ipod, but not wireless and no headphones.
I want big ‘ol headphones.
I want them to be wireless.
I don’t have any streaming music service.
So what’s the easiest way to do this? Use my phone and a streaming service?
My phone is acting up though.
I don’t want to get a new one. I really hate getting new technology.
Maybe one of those spots/echos or google home things?
Any advice?

Is it normal 6 hours after an eye doctor appointment to still have one giant pupil and one tiny one?
They were checking my droopy eye lid and gave me some drops with adrenaline in them. That droopy eye popped right open like I was in a horror movie.
Good news is it is a fairly simple fix (that might be paid for by insurance if I wait a bit). Yay!
Bad news is it is not adrenaline eye drops….as that could eventually kill me. I’m not that vain.
Other good news…I apparently have stunning iris’.
(to go with my beautiful liver – I love weird compliments from doctors)
Truly freaky looking eyes still though….I tried to get a photo, but I’m too lazy to turn on more light.

Ladies – are there any waterproof electric razors that actually work on the lady bits?

I had more.
I can’t remember now.
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New Year's advice....
Posted:Jan 3, 2018 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 4:13 pm
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Bring me your sexy older women
Posted:Dec 29, 2017 2:04 pm
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2018 4:13 pm
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I was prepared to dislike them.
Not that I am not grateful for the fact that they are my largest collectors (as far as I know – galleries do not share the buyers info at most times).
Additionally – grateful that they have bought direct from me. It means no cut to a gallery or dealer, so it is 50% more of a profit.

But.
I like selling online and not having to meet people.
I don’t want to find out that people I can’t stand bought that painting I slaved over for 6 months. Then there is the thing of wondering if they expect me to be a certain way. How much are they investing in the art vs. the artist?

I did like them though!
They are going to come to our area in the summer so we can show them around (and maybe the paintings will be d).

And man, he has given me a gift. Besides the commissions.
I am painting his wife. Three different paintings. One for her kids – classic portrait.
The other are sexy paintings.
She is somewhere in her late 60’s, I believe. She looks a bit like Helen Mirran.
He didn’t think she would go for it, but yeah….I have skills and make everyone (especially women) comfortable. It wasn’t long before she was naked for me.

And there is that one that I am ridiculously excited to paint. The look on her face is so sexy. I think I made the sale by joking with him. I brought up the photo and said…”look at that look on her face, I think she wants me.’

To paint such a blatantly sexy look on an older woman….I’m freaking thrilled with the idea of it. If I do it correctly, it will be dramatic and sensual and classy and just…damn sexy.

If I could find a couple more collectors like him, I could hang up the cows and rooster painting permanently.

They put us up in a hotel on an island in SC that Bill Gates and Warren Buffet (and others) stayed in to sign some agreement to give away all their money when they die. I’ve never stayed in a place so grand. The restaurant there was so fancy that no less than 8 servers descended on our table at once. It was weirdly claustrophobic. And our room…holy hell. That is my dream bathroom. We had 2 balconies with ocean views from both. Literally the WORST bed we have ever slept in though. So soft we were both lame for days afterwards.
(try having sex in a bed like that – he thrusts, you sink in away from him)

I drove the husband crazy by leaning over and occasionally obnoxiously whispering “I must be important….”
I could probably get used to being treated like that.
Maybe. But, truthfully….most of the time I was thinking that it was inevitable that I would trip or drop something.

With good reason. In fact, I did. It was after the clients had left and we sat in this fancy-ass bar celebrating how well it went. Eventually I knocked my glass right off the table. He says everyone was staring at me after it shattered. I didn’t bother to turn around…*shrug*… I may not be used to excessively rich & fancy hotels, but I am used to the stares when I trip or break something.

In fancy places like that – do you know how many poor souls they send to clean up broken glass?
.
Three.
They send three.
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Did you all know...?
Posted:Dec 4, 2017 9:46 pm
Last Updated:Dec 10, 2017 2:08 pm
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That the young literate females of our country are being indoctrinated into wanting multi-partners?

Ok, let me back up.
I read a lot. I can easily go through 3-4 books a week. I’m fast.

Recently, I downloaded and read a YA book. Some kind of fantasy novel with the people not being human and having powers. I can’t even remember. It lead to more of them. Then others were recommended by the Kindle.

All different authors – different stories and worlds, premises, etc.

Except for thing. It may be 15 books I’ve read so far (some of those series) – and in ALL of them, the females have many men/lovers. This is not poly being depicted, but either all the women in the books, (or just the main character) have many lovers. In all it is not depicted as immoral or wrong (even though they struggle with momentary guilt in a few of them), but natural because of whatever reason. In one series it was because these non-humans had more men than women. In another, it was because of a supernatural bonding and can’t be controlled, etc.

I am finding this hilarious. If it is so many different authors, then we have a pattern here that the teen girls are eating up. The characters are older teens or early twenties in these YA books – but who knows about the readers.

Huh – I wonder if this will affect trends in the future.
Worlds where the woman get to have as many lovers/partners as they wish….the men do not (the woman is enough, even when being shared...and she is possessive). They do not get jealous (or just a little for sexual tension) and no slut-shames.

Oh – another thing most of them seemed to have in common. The women (or woman) has the most/strongest of the supernatural powers.

Fascinating.
Suck it, Mormans......we need some new religions....
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I am a dirty girl. Really.
Posted:Nov 29, 2017 7:35 pm
Last Updated:Dec 5, 2017 2:33 pm
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It’s that time of year for my business.
Where I can hardly find time to shower.
In fact, I haven’t found that time.
I’m pretty sure I am a day away from dredlocks.

I ate in the studio today.
Awhile later I saw something in my hair out of the corner of my eyes.
Yup... a bit of my lunch just hanging out in the locks.

I watered the Christmas tree and when I stood up there was an ornament hanging in my hair.

I am far past needing a haircut.
I also need to hire help at this time of year, but I won’t hire any since this is a major part of my income and I stash it away for the slower months in Spring. So I just power through a crazy month or months.

It’s that time of the year that I have to wear wrist guards/wraps or I’m in pain from all the painting and wrapping/shipping. The Velcro that closes them also grabs my hair.

It’s that time of year I think about cutting it all off.

I’ll think more on that later. After I shower.
The husband made a request.
The least he could have done is offer to comb out the tangles.
It’s going to take awhile.

**sexy (cough) porn blog for those who like messy (needing a shower) women covered in paint**

Photo: google
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spite painting
Posted:Nov 26, 2017 8:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2017 2:20 pm
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My mother might have had a bit too much wine one night and I discovered she despised the name the grands call me…Grand Goddess.
She turned and said ….”I mean really, who do you think you are?!”

I’m Grand Goddess, bitch. Do you hate it? Awwww…..

I’m thinking of doing a spite painting. I will paint myself as some kind of super hero goddess figure and title it ‘Grand Goddess’ – just to annoy her.

I’ve never done a ‘spite’ painting. Could be a new thing. It has to be cheaper than the therapy I probably need.

Tired & horny.
Too tired after the 8 pm bedtime we have been.
This is a big house – you wouldn’t think it would be as hard as it has been to find a place to fire up the Hitachi. I need more locks on more doors. And the thing needs a stealthy quiet mode. There is a winning idea – a very quiet vibrator for women with small children. Someone should get on that.

Irony: after 2 years kid-free, I started a series about it. One called 'Empty Nest' that is still in progress and the other 'Our Turn' that is completed. uh...now a kid is living here again. I somehow feel I did this. I'm having a moment where I am imagining my completed paintings affect my life. Via the opposite though. What kind of evil sorcery us happening here?

I really need to re-discover my sense of humor.
It’s been buried under the anger I have at my daughter.
The husband is so good at cheering me when I need it though. He can make me laugh at the toughest times and I adore him for that.

My youngest son’s girlfriend was born here, but her mother, brother and sister were born in Honduras. They’ve been here for 30 years – escaped and almost drowned (the girlfriend is 20 and her mother still wont let her go anywhere near the ocean). They have had some kind of political asylum/visa’s all this time. The sister is half-way to becoming a citizen, but it has taken time as it is very costly. They are a hard-working lovely family. Their visas will not be renewed under that douche bag. The family is going to be split apart. I am heartbroken for them. They are making plans now – some back to Honduras (with nothing and no one to help) and one is going to try to get to Canada. My son has been with her for 4 years now – they are family for him. They are the reason I felt it was ok to move away just as he was starting college – he already spent almost every weekend at their home.

I can’t really put into words how much I hate that man. For this and so much else.

Ok, back to that sense of humor thing.
Or not.

Photo: current mood
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whining like a little bitch
Posted:Nov 20, 2017 6:41 am
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2018 8:42 pm
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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…
Busy.
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’.
*sigh*
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
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