I hope everyone is having a fabulous start to their summer.
This is a follow-up to my earlier post about Color Runs. You can read about them here but in a nutshell, it's a 5k where runners are pelted with colored dust. I don't know why messy 5ks inspire me ... but they do.
Well - the schedule is now out for the Foam Runs in So Cal. A "Foam Run" is a cross between a foam party and a 5k held at night. Neon foam, black lights, a medley of color, music, love. Proceeds support childhood cancer awareness and Phoenix Children’s Hospital.
The upcoming event schedule for this fall in So Cal is as follows:
There are 1000 different reasons a man would seek out paid companionship. One reason I've heard a handful of times is that "my pyschotherapist suggested I see an escort." I'm always grateful when I learn someone has found their way to me through a therapist's referral.
Over time, I've come to understand the therapeutic and healing properties of paid companionship for a man - especially when a relationship is cultivated over the course of months or years. I confess that when I started escorting, I had very little idea of the myriad of ways female companionship could help a man heal.
However, I sometimes hit a road block. Or more accurately, a person I'm seeing hits a road block.
I'm speaking specifically of fetishists. Best as I've been able to discern - there are 3 ways that a fetishist can feel about their fetish.
They love indulging their fetish and don't hide it from others.
They love indulging their fetish but DO hide it from others.
They feel their fetish impedes - in some way - their ability to feel "normal" in their relationships and this is source of great angst.
And it's for "Group #3" that I write today. I am seeking a referral to one or more sex therapists in Los Angeles/Orange County that have expertise in the area of fetishes. I don't know much about the sex therapy industry in Southern California. But I do know a few men who want help with their fetish - help that I can't provide. If you are - or know of - a legit sex therapist in Southern California, please send the therapist's contact info/CV/website link to me at email@example.com.
I'm handcuffed to the handle of a cabinet in a large office in a nondescript industrial building downtown. In fact, everyone at this party is hand-cuffed to some immovable object in the room. The lights are off, we're locked inside and the only light in the room is the glow from an overhead flat-screen monitor - displaying a clock that counts the hour down. We're being watched via cameras positioned in the upper corners of the room.
What happens next can only be described as an hour of frantic
dialogue, small victories, deciphering coded messages, ripping apart
and searching through every square inch of that room, assembling basic machines, trying to remember middle school lessons - how does latitude/longitude work again? What story references four men by the sea? It is an exhilarating, cerebral exercise to figure out how to escape. And we've paid for this privilege.
This was my inaugural session in an escape room. And I've become hooked. For the uninitiated, an escape room is 1-hour experience/game where you're locked in a room and you have 60 minutes to figure out how to escape - through a series of clues. This description - however - belies the intensity of the experience. It is not for the intellectually-timid
or passive person. Just as with "Dining in the dark",
social conventions fly quickly out the window - as we were immediately thrust into "survival mode." I could go on and on about what happened during the hour in that room,
but I'll refrain so as not to spoil discovering it for yourself..
We were sprung from that office an hour later - we weren't able to
figure out our escape on our own. Even though we didn't "win",
I left that nondescript industrial building in downtown LA in an euphoric state. Really. I felt like my brain
had been shaken around - in a good way. The game stretched my mind and left me stunned, exhilarated and admiring the folks that put these
escape rooms together. Highly recommend this fun. Reservations
The Broad Art Museum has finally opened in LA. FINALLY! It's the imposing, white, honey-combed-exterior building at the corner of 2nd and Grand in downtown LA - one block south of Disney Hall. Eli Broad (rhymes with "mode") had built the museum to house his contemporary art collection of a couple thousand pieces ... and he is keeping museum admission free to the public. Bless his heart.
He has pieces from some of the most recognizable names in the contemporary movement - JM Basquiat, Keith Haring, Jasper Johns, Koons, Lichtenstein, Murakami, Rauschenberg and Warhol. A visit here would be an easy, concentrated survey to introduce the next generation to modern art.
As downtown LA continues to struggle through its' urban revitalization - along with the accompanying problems that flourish with gentrification - The Broad is a bright light. A magnet to pull visitors from the burbs and travellers from around the globe to breath diversity into downtown.
Broad has been criticized for creating a "vanity Museum." I cry foul. Broad built the building, curated the collection and is sharing it with the public - for FREE. While LA does have a handful of world-class museums - The City of Angeles is no Florence. Thank you - Eli - for your generosity and vision.
You can order your free tickets to the Broad Museum online here.
Extreme adventure travel has become a increasingly popular niche, as people mired in routine and technology crave something to shake up their lives.
The Special Ops Agency - an outfit based in the UK - provides 1-2 day adventures designed to satisfy one's need for adventure while offering exercises and training in rescue, under-cover ops, demolition and ambush survival.
The Agency's staff consists primarily of retired British Army vets and they claim to have "unprecedented access to Special Forces and Secret Services training to create the ultimate adventure missions." The adventure doesn't come cheap but their short-time packages are once-in-a-lifetime opportunities to channel your inner James Bond. Sign me up.
We're about half way through the messy, chaotic quarter ... that delicious, sticky 3-month time starting at Halloween and running all the way through to SuperBowl weekend. I think of this chunk of time as the "Party Quarter." Costumes, football games, dinners, wagers, catching up with friends. I hope you're having a fantastic time right about now. Happy holidays!
not a member of the mile-high club. I once played under the blanket
with my college boyfriend on a cross-country flight, but even in the
most proper circles, it wouldn't have been considered an actual
"handy." I'm a plane-virgin. Turns
out, there is an airline dedicated solely to helping people become
members of the club. And yup, the airline is based in Vegas. LOVE! A
Cessna 421 modified with an ultra-plush interior, Liberator sex
cushions, a LED light/sound system, a teeny-tiny bathroom, and
noise-canceling headphones for the pilot. Purrrrrrrr Visit
Love Cloud for more info and to book a flight.
Hi folks! Just a very quick note to catch you up on happenings with me.
I spent my summer dabbling in bio-hacking a la The Bulletproof executive. If you're interested in nutrition - specifically making small, nutritional changes to improve mental and physical capacity - your time would be well-spent perusing the Bulletproof blog. There's ALOT of good info there - regardless of whether you choose to buy any of his products. (And I didn't btw) .
Secondly - A panty review! I got my paws on a pair of these C-string undies. (The faster a girl's panties can come off, the better, right?) Well - it turns out I'm just too tall for them. (And I never thought a person could be too TALL for panties but apparently I am.) They're edged with flat, semi-moldable plastic tubing to keep their shape. The c-string did it's noble best to cling to me, hugging me in front and behind but sadly, walking was completely out of the question. One step and they'd drop an inch and/or pinch my Lady Jane. I think if I had a shorter rise (and the plastic tubing was softer) they would stay in place and be comfy. If you're curious to learn more - they're available on Amazon here.
I don't know if (and when) this film will hit art-house theaters in LA, but
the Hungarian movie "White God" has just received some serious
attention at the Cannes Film Festival. I'm trying not to digest any
reviews of this film (though I did peek at one) because I want to be
surprised by it - whether it be my fright or instead my cheers for the underdog - pun
intended. The cast includes 250 dogs and no CGI. Is it subtitled? I
have no idea and don't care. I was sold at "250 dogs." I get the sense
it's a *light* horror film with an uprising-of-the-oppressed plot
line - heavy in social commentary if you chose to make that leap. References to Hitchcock's "The Birds" and the word "xenophobia" were both tossed around in the one review I read
and heck - I'm all for overcoming irrational fear of the strange. So "White God"
- get yourself to LA so I can give ya a good long scratch behind the ears.
I'll be seeing you opening day.