Joining the Club

I'm 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.

My Experiments in Bio-hacking and Tiny Panties

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.

Barking Towards Bethlehem

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.

Orgasmic Singing

I wrote a little over a year ago about women reading literature while having orgasms. (I invite you to check that out here.) The Dutch girl band ADAM has recently released a music video of their song "Go to go" and in it, they sing while orgasming. It's simple, sexy and sweet. Love it!

Happy Valentine's Day

Hang in there, boys. This too shall pass ...

On a lighter note, ummm ... why didn't I learn this in college?

How I chose my moniker

I get asked how I came up with the name "Paloma Peacenik." Here was my thinking ... I figured for some gentlemen, it could be wildly intimidating to call a companion. Really nerve-racking, sweat-inducing, voice-quivering. It wouldn't happen for everyone but certainly for a significant portion of gentlemen, they would be nervous making that call. So I chose the most soothing, calming, unintimidating name I could think of. Paloma means "dove" in Spanish and peacenik means "pacifist." It wasn't my intention to imply "make love, not war" but that inadvertently got thrown into the mix as well. It just naturally fits my personality. And now you know ...

How to Reinvent Yourself

I don't normally just post a link to another author's blog entry but today, I'm making an exception. I'm sending you to read "The Ultimate Cheat Sheet For Reinventing Yourself." If the advice in this article can't help you, maybe it could help someone you know.

Where can I plug in my car?

Sure, gas stations are everywhere but what if you've decided to go green? The thought of making a long drive in an non-hybrid EV can seem a bit dicey - what if you run out of juice? (This exact problem faced a friend recently so it's been on my mind ...) Problem solved: Plugshare.com. It's a database of EV charging stations and there's a whole lot more of them than I realized. And yup, PlugShare makes an app.

Now let's stop a moment and collectively drool over that sleek Tesla Roadster.

Tampa Revisited

A number of people have asked me, "When are you going to post your review of Tampa?" Tampa is the new book I wrote about earlier this summer here.

Now, I want to preface this by saying that I had read numerous reviews of the book prior to buying a copy and had become almost afraid that reading it was going to permanently scar me psychologically.

I can laugh about this now, as nothing is further from the truth.

For the first ten pages or so, I would read a couple of paragraphs, stop, go back and have to re-read them to confirm that I had, in fact, just read what I thought. Why? Because this book goes from zero to smutty in a blink - right from the first sentence. And by smutty, I mean sexually frank and confessional.

I was attracted to the book in the first place really just out of curiosity - hoping to read about a sexually-carnivorous character. The book felt a bit like a character study. Tight prose and plot, no superfluous scenes, a bit of humor here or there and a very, very quick read. We learn little else about the life of the pedophile (aka Celeste Price) but delve into her mind - her one-tracked mind focused on pre-pubescent boys.

And while I consider a person's pursuit of sex a matter of empowerment and remaining grounded with nature, Celeste is different. Not only because of her preference for kids, but her completely selfish, ruthless, predatory actions.

I feared there would be pages and pages of graphic sex scenes that would make my stomach turn. But I skipped just a page or two at one particular point - because I really just didn't want to know what she was doing to that kid.

To conclude, I was interested in reading a sexually-carnivorous tale but instead found a sexually-predatory one. It made me cringe, feel even more protective of kids, disgusted with the main character but not scarred for having read it.

As I said in my earlier post, I applaud the bravado of the author for writing about such a volatile topic. And do I recommend the book? Absolutely, yes. It's unlike ANYTHING I've ever read before.

Dig it Vegas

I haven't been to Vegas for a year or two but next time I go - I'm doing this. It's a construction site amusement park - where you can drive around in huge machinery - a bulldozer or excavator and just feel powerful. OMG - where are my car keys ... http://www.digthisvegas.com/