Lolita Wolf's Predictions & Predilections

I have a date tonight with Don Quixote and the only thing I can think about all day is how I want to tie him up and fuck him.

New Year’s is coming and I have big plans to party. I want to start on Friday night and go to the TES Old Year’s party. There’s a couple of people to whom I owe scenes and that would be fun.

I have close friends who are hosting a nontraditional New Year’s party that begins on Saturday night with a sex party and then evolves into a non-ball-dropping New Year’s Eve on Sunday where we don’t watch the time. The New Year will just happen. No frenzy. But twice now my hosts have asked for the email and name of my “friend.” I ignored the first request. After the second request, I told them that I had no idea to whom they were referring.

I got no date. Not looking for a date. I am single. I am really liking being single. I have friends, play partners, schnuggle mates and fuck buddies. I am experiencing intimacy and fun and I am getting all my needs met.

I guess I should be grateful that my hosts are so open to me bringing someone whom they do not know to such a little intimate gathering. But it also stirred those traditional feelings of needing a date for New Year’s and I really want to get past any need for scrambling for a New Year’s date. I’ve decided that I would be more comfortable and happy being single on New Year’s.

I love reading Chelsea Girl. It’s her vocabulary that astounds me more than anything else. I need to keep referring to a dictionary as I read her to look up words like susurration, inchoate, metonymy or concupiscent.

I also really love that it’s a sex blog that includes recent posts about farting and puking.

Time: Late Friday night
Place: The social area at Just Play

Her opening line was not a hello. It was, “Is that all you do?”

The room got a little quiet. As if people could tell that this was the conversation they wanted to overhear.

“Huh?”
“Single tail. Is that all you can do?”

I had had two separate single tail scenes that evening. Different scenes with different people. Both good.

I chuckled, “No, I can do other things.”
“Can you flog?”
“Yes, I can flog.”
“Well, I really need a good beating.”

I paused. I didn’t feel like there’s anything here for me. It was like I was being considered as the life-support system for a whip.

“I’m really tired now. It’s been a long day.” I grabbed Lily and left the room.

December 1-3 – Washington, DC
Black Rose: teaching CBT, Sensory Deprivation & Control and Building Trust

December 12 – NYC
TES Holiday Potluck Social – I’m Lolita Claus! Ho, ho ho!

December 15 – NYC
LSM Meeting: teaching “Tyings of Comfort & Joy”

January 10 – NYC
TES Novice SIG: teaching “How To Be A Greedy Pig – the 101 version”

January 23 – Washington, DC
Black Rose: teaching “King Tut’s Kink – Mummification!”

January 30 – Farmingdale, Long Island
LI Leather ‘N Roses: teaching “Power Flogging”

Mar 16-18 – Chicago, IL
Sinsations in Leather: teaching TBA

April 5-8 – San Francisco, CA
International Ms Leather: teaching two classes TBA and emceeing Celebrity Auction

June 16 – New York City
Leather Pride Night

July 20-22 – Denver, CO
Thunder In The Mountains 10th Anniversary: teaching TBA

Everybody has different edges. What some people think it edgy is often not a big deal for me. But then there are certain activities that other people think is not big deal but they unnerve me.

Sometimes I just want to, no, I need to, push myself. For a long time I have been fantasizing about doing a strip in front of a lot of people. I thought about doing it this year at Leather Retreat. And then I thought about doing it at Dark Odyssey. But I finally got the guts to do it last weekend at just Play in Baltimore.

One of the things that sweetened the pot for me was the fact we were all dancing for real money as a fundraiser. That excited me. Chairs were set up in a long narrow oval on the third floor. Women (and trans) were seated waving dollar bills for special attention. This was different than stage performance. We were expected to interact with the audience so that we could collect money. They stuck money in my thong and they stuck money in my Wesco boots. I worked that room.

Here’s the song which I found at Cinekink 2005:

Another element was that this was a contest. I really did not think much about that because I never thought I would win. I just wanted to do it. But the most amazing thing happened – I did win!

You notice me on the couch and walk away from Lily. You can be so fickle. You present your magnificent ass to me. I know you want to get spanked and I oblige you. For a little while. I don’t think it is ever long enough for you.

When I stop, you turn over and wrap your legs around me. Your mouth bears down on me and I can feel your teeth. They’re sharp but you don’t bite hard. You know just how to tease me. And then your rough tongue licks me.

I don’t usually like cats but I do like you.

Sweet potatoes with marshmallows seem so very Thanksgiving, so American. Being American is very important to me. I am first generation American, the child of immigrants.

My mother would never make that dish. She made sweet potatoes, but topping it with marshmallows was inappropriate. Even when other family members would host Thanksgiving, nobody made that dish. I wanted it.

When I became an adult, I would always offer to cook a dish or two but my family always turned me down. So I would bring bunches of flowers, commandeer the biggest vases and make flower arrangements.

Now, this year I have been relegated to black sheep status and am going to a friend’s home for Thanksgiving. I am expected to make a dish and bring it. We spoke by phone and my friend told me what people had already committed to bringing. I saw my chance. “I’ll bring sweet potatoes with marshmallows!”

My friend hesitated oh so slightly and then said, “Yeah, that would be good.”

So, I am excited, happy and thankful that this year there will be sweet potatoes with marshmallows on the table.

PS. I hope I like the way it tastes.

It seems that El Mirage was shut down by the authorities this week. What a shame. I loved playing at that space and I have so many great memories from there. I went to a bunch of Throb and Submit women’s/trans parties there over the years. I’m hoping something else will replace it, but it’s difficult to find space in NYC.

Thanks to Joel for making it happen and for being so welcoming to the women/trans community.