Sex & Journalism

In an effort to get to the top of the class, I have been paying attention to only two things: 1) University projects and required books 2) Men who teach and inspire me to write my own books, that I just may possibly be able to use for (very risqué) University projects.  Due to that, my ability to pay attention to (and then write about) the sex life of anyone but my own has nearly completely diminished.  Making time for a sex life of my own is even an incredible challenge.  I actually turned down a trip to the Maldives in order to have more time to study and catch up with my course work!  The Maldives! That, my lovelies, should tell you something.  However, I am a woman of my word.  When I created this blog, I committed to keeping it updated.  In order to both fulfill my duties for class and for my commitment to you, I give you this compromise: a micro report.

Speaking of micro-reports, if you haven’t joined me on Twitter, yet, please do.  I’ve decided to get off my high horse and play with the masses on what I consider a rather plebian site.  Should you have swallowed your pride and joined the social commons as well; I would be most honored to have your companionship there.  Besides, there are a few people of interest there like wine advisors, and one of my newest favorite sites:

www.stuffrichepeoplelove.com

And now, for the scanty scoop:

It was over a glass of wine at the Dorchester that Coconut informed me of the unfortunate news regarding a man I have always enjoyed.  I think Coconut and I both take a similar view on the situation.  My sympathy goes out to David Letterman.  Did he make some mistakes?  Yes.  But did he make mistakes any other man hasn’t made, besides being caught?  No.  It is most despicable when fools like Joe Halderman threaten and take advantage of people in order to advance their own lives.  I think Mr. Letterman handled his situation well, and I’m crossing my fingers for his ability to sail smoothly (as possible) through this and that this creep of a producer (aren’t they usually?) does, in fact, get his 15 years in prison.

Letterman Scandal

While this has not been a personal subject of conversation, how does one avoid the news of these creeps? Roman Polanski and Gore Vidal have both earned my sincerest disapproval and uttermost disgust.  Regardless of a young woman’s profession (especially if she is barely out of childhood) rape is rape.  A “hooker” deserves no less respect than any other woman.

Creepy Old Hollywood Types And Their Offenses

In personal news, I’ve been collecting a lovely assortment of exciting stories to share with you and the very near future holds a masked and glamorous event that I’ll be attending in my new, fair, city, from which I’m sure I’ll have even more stories to tell.  Details remain a secret for now. Meow!

 X~

Raquel

 The new arrangement website seems promising. I’ve exchanged e-mails with several men who are of interest. And I’ve had the pleasure of engaging one. While it had been my intention to post details of a more illicit nature on my blog, I’ve changed my mind. Out of the interest of those who are currently in my life, I think I should keep details somewhat discreet, until they become a thing of the past. The details, I’ve decided, will be the things that make the books.

I met with Coach again today. He met me at 11 and stayed for a few hours. We tried something new today. These terrible magic cups have failed to win me over, so instead, I pulled out a trick. We had mimosas and gave each other massages, but no sex. I physically couldn’t. Instead, I taught him something he liked, but hadn’t tried before. It was a little something I picked up in Jr. High, back in the days I thought I was going to remain a virgin until marriage.

Men are so easy. And it’s nice to know that the old tricks are still reliable.

There has been no dancing for me the past few days, and that makes me a happy girl. I much prefer spending my time as the company to one man.

Today I enrolled in both the summer intersession and the fall semester at school. I’m excited about getting these classes finished so that I am able to transfer to University again. I have already fantasized about studying abroad. I would go to Europe to study, so I could practice my French. While on break, I would go to hunt down a favorite photographer of mine, Christian Coigny, where I would take beautiful, sensual, artistic shots with him. Upon my completion of the shoot, I would decide to roam the country, where, as fortune would have it, I come upon a fabulous dark and handsome stranger who whisks me off to some exotic place where something magical happens. I haven’t figured out what happens after that. But I think that’s a good place to start. It can’t happen until I finish these classes, though, so this is good motivation for me to study diligently.

Best,

R~