Are you getting clean or getting dirty???

Hey folks!
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:

• Lake Elsinore - September 24, 2016
• Irvine - November 5, 2016
• San Diego - November 12, 2016

More info can be found at http://www.foamglow.com/. (All pictures courtesy of FoamGlow)

Escape this!

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 required.

Los Angeles
http://www.escaperoomla.com
http://www.roomescapeadventures.com
http://www.enigmaescaperooms.com

Orange County
https://www.eskaperooms.com
https://www.squareroomescape.com
http://www.escapexrooms.com

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.

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/

Hair Fetish Revisited

I confess I've been a bit overwhelmed by the response to my earlier post about getting a call from a hair fetishist. I've received several emails from hair fetishists kindly trying to answer some of the questions I posed in my post.

One of my readers eloquently explained his fetish this way .... (names have been changed for privacy.)

"For a few of us, the sight, touch, smell and movement of a woman's hair is the strongest of all sexual cues. In my case, all of the following is true:

1. As early as 5 years old (!) I rode my trike over to Lisa N's house, a fellow five year old, and asked her if she would pin me to the ground and tickle me with her hair. It was all innocent . . . but the crazy desire is that old. Never happened with young Lisa. Just a quizzical "what?!" from her.

2. I was FASCINATED, even before I could read, with the Breck Girls advertisements in Mom's Good Housekeeping magazines from the late 60's and early 70's. Blondes mostly.

3. First thing I look at in a woman, is her hair. Before her face, body, dress, demeanour. It's about her hair. The thickness, curl, texture, length, how it lands on her shoulders or her back. If she has highlighted it, I look at the different strands, the way it reflects light, the way it moves, hangs; all of it is captivating.

4. Watching porn, lots of it is good, but the best scenes are honestly, accidental, when the hair flips a certain way, or if she's riding her man and there is that tousled care free natural movement, then it's really hot.

5. Money shots into a girls hair, yeah that's hot, and I have wanted to do that, but it's not the end all. It's more about being with an uninhibited woman who, for lack of a better phrase, is willing to let her hair down and would appreciate rocking her partner's world and have a good time with it.

6. One woman that kind of understood it commented that hundreds and hundreds of strands on a man's skin would certainly cause a lot of sensory stimulation, but she again failed to comprehend the power. She's right about how good it feels. But she's still missing the point that it is very feminine, very submissive. And for a few of us, it's a grand slam. Writing about this is dizzying.

7. Fetish porn is hit and miss. Some "hair job" videos are hot. Would love to have that happen. Have not wanted my feet washed with a woman's hair like in the Bible. We all know they were freaky back then too though.

WAY MORE than you wanted to know? Thank you for inspiring me to articulate this."

And thank you for having the courage to share your thoughts. We learn from each other.

My Secret Summer Reading

I've read two books that I later regretted picking up. "The End of Faith" by Sam Harris and "The Painted Bird" by Jerzy Kosinski. Not because they were poorly written or constructed, but because each described too-graphic-for-me scenes of torture and murder.

I try to keep myself happy by maintaining a safe distance from disturbing ideas, toxic personalities and, on the opposite end of the spectrum, malaise caused by banality. And I feel like I do a pretty darn good job of hovering somewhere between these two extremes.

Yet for better or worse, I also have a rather robust intellectual curiosity - especially about psycho-pathology - and that sometimes usurps my common sense and my desire to keep ugly images out of my head. And I can tell you already that this week, I'm gonna fall straight down that literary rabbit hole again. Ouch.

Today is the official release date of the book, "Tampa" by Alissa Nutting. It's the story of a drop dead gorgeous, female 20-something school teacher/pedophile. A woman who lusts for 13 year old boys and acts almost exclusively to fulfill her twisted desires.

I've been reading pre-release reviews of the book. I first heard of it from this salon.com article, Why Stories of Female Sexual Predators Shock Us.

"Tampa" is being compared to "Lolita" and "American Psycho" except reviewers are generally concluding that "Tampa" is darker, more disturbing, wholly offensive, and on and on. Celeste Price - the main character - is described as a monster. It's a car wreck I can't turn away from. I'm intrigued by the notion of a female sexual predator - because that's just so rare a reality. And I really, really appreciate the literary bravery of Tampa's author, Allissa Nutting so I'm happy to contribute to her coffers.

I'll read it this week, with my trepidation, my inevitable disgust, and my morbid curiosity all bubbling around in a stew. Thank god for e-books and kindles - to hide our reading secrets. Depending upon how I digest the book, a review may just be following.....

Happy Father's Day!

This gets me choked up everytime. Like Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle." I'm a sentimental fool.

Life with Dad

author unknown

Age 4 - My Daddy can do anything!
Age 7 - My Daddy knows a lot, a whole lot.
Age 8 - Dad doesn't quite know everything.
Age 12 - Oh well, naturally Dad doesn't quite understand.
Age 14 - Father? Hopelessly old fashioned.
Age 21 - Oh man, Dad is hopelessly out of date!
Age 25 - He comes up with a good idea, now and then.
Age 30 - Let's find out what Dad thinks about it.
Age 35 - A little patience ... must get Dad's input first.
Age 50 - What would Dad have thought about it?
Age 60 - I wish I could talk it over with Dad once more.

Hysterical Literature

It is with great wonder that I introduce you to the videos of American blogger/photographer Clayton Cubbitt. Short clips of beautiful women reading literature out loud.  I was introduced to this artist's work by a friend, really as a tantalizing alternative to porn. Now you're wondering - how can videos of a fully-clothed woman sitting alone at a desk and reading out loud satisfy like porn? Well my sweet pet - each woman is reading while being brought to orgasm by unseen forces beneath the table. The results are pretty steamy-sexy as her hands remain in view the entire time. I'm dying to see what was going on under the desk, but alas I never will. Cubbitt's entitled his collection "Hysterical Literature" and the results are captivating. Visit his website for more.

The Dominatrix at the Gym

My gym buddies want to try a domination-style fitness class - where a sexy dominatrix runs the class, demanding obedience and compliance. It sounds like hilarious fun and I'm up for it, at least once. I know these were hot-for-a-minute a few years back, but I haven't heard of any classes recently. If you know of a class in OC or LA that's still active, please email me at paloma@hushmail.com with details. Thanks!

The Surprising Origins of the Vibrator

A while back, I promised myself that I'd see the Maggie Gyllenhall movie "Hysteria" - and I finally did last week. The film is set in 1880's Victorian Britain and follows a young MD as he takes a new position in a medical practice devoted to the treatment of "lady problems" - frigidity, anxiousness and hysteria - hence the movie's title. Without giving too much away, the doctor and his compatriots - almost out of sheer necessity - develop the first electric vibrator. Perhaps it's my gallows humor or my general comfort with topics related to sex, but I thought the movie was fantastic; I dare to say even "hysterical" at moments. The film is apparently historically-accurate but was available in limited-release only and unfortunately, did not make alot at the box office. Pity. It's available on-demand on cable and if you're looking for a cheeky, light-hearted rom-com about female genital manipulation (and truthfully, aren't we all?) this baby fits the bill. I recommend it especially for the frigid, the lusty, the sexually-curious and history buffs. Two vibes straight up!

1966 - Smooth and Cool like Glass

Rest in peace, Mr. Brubeck.

Move over Jackson Pollock

I remember reading about a 5k last year - I think it was in Arizona - where runners were pelted with colored dust during the race. (I also have a vague recollection that the runners were naked, but that's likely just my deviant mind's wishful thinking.) I had every intention of participating the next year but wasn't keen on travelling to Arizona just to run a 5k.

Come to find out this week, the good folks over at The Color Run travel around the US to put on these "5ks of color-running madness" (from their website) and they sound like a blast. The concept is inspired by Holi - the Hindu Festival of Colors - welcoming the new spring season. And now, as luck would have it, there's a Color Run scheduled at Qualcomm Stadium in San Diego on November 3rd. The race isn't timed (instead just for fun), and you can get dusted off by being "blown dry" before heading home.

More info at The Color Run.

What's left behind?

I stumbled upon this illustration by Joe Wierenga a few weeks ago and it's popped back into my thoughts every day since. Sometimes several times a day. Today - I can't get it out of my head. Haunting me, I suppose you could say. It's made me think about how men and women deal differently with relationships ending .... and I love it. More about Joe at his website here.