Road to Prostitution (fiction) by Claudia Typhoon

I know that when my nostrils fill with the noxious and powerful odor of cat piss that this is death. you may think that I had a poor relationship with my father, I did for a while, but Im pretty sure that my male parent loves me, as uncomfortable as it makes me to think about. I know what you are thinking, 'he loved you a little too much?', no you fucking perv, this about the death of a soul made up of many small deaths. the paper cuts and slip of knives that leads to the hemorrhaging of self. it took a day that started with a bleach load in the back of my throat and ended with a different cock squeezing out its elements onto my face and mucus up my snot-producing olfactory face-holes to realize that the sort of soul death that I was exchanging to deaden my emotions and avoid their consequences was not worth its cost. if I was to feel such shit after becoming a slip & slide, then I should start charging, my rent would have been paid ages ago. $250 hand-jobs seemed to wax the wheels before and laughter ensued, I'd rather make that again than sell my tears in exchange for guilt to soften my fears. this giving up of myself is all I have left. the hollow is easier to fill to the brim than to feel. emote he says, emote because you should, I want you to feel and I inspire you to love passionately, you will fear to feel. I always fear. I know that a woman made when the rivers flow to mounds below. my hills and pillow-loves. to caress, to possess. these are me and not for you. but I am tricked into giving and giving and giving and giving and giving and nothing. I have nothing to give and will eat not a thread to ask to be good, to ask to be well, to ask to be. the floor inspires me to caress it but I cannot allow myself to touch an unknown filth, the filth is me and I desire not to touch myself. when I do I think of you, your soft lips, your fingertips. I bargain for a sale and I give dignity for free. please inspire me to be more than me. I've started to play the day away. I will save my smiles for you. the lips I possess, bearded or make-up applied will wait to kiss your lips. you pay the price at which I want to sell. let me bargain for your kind, let me earn your pride. my back will not suffice as a vehicle of this, so stand shall I.

Sapiosexuals by Claudia Typhoon

this is a strange neologism that i've seen pop up a great deal lately. it seems to be a clever catch word. a sexual "identity" that separates those that get the inside joke from those that don't. a sapioxual is an individual that is aroused/attracted to intelligence. I find that my cock gets soft when I cannot have a stimulating discourse with another individual. but those that self-label as sapiosexuals apply it their attraction to those that are considered geeks, nerds, et cetera. as someone who is attracted to nerds and have a great many friend geek, these individuals are not necessarily brilliant. being within a geek culture means that you have a very specific knowledge about cult entertainment or advancements in technology. it does not mean that they are the be all, end all. I'm sure I will get hateful comments about it, but please consider yourself or your geeks friends objectively when comparing their intelligence to those that are not "geeks". in the way in which people use the word sapiosexual, they seem to just mean "geek love". 

I'm inclined to  side with this comment: "It's an arousal trigger of course, for some an extremely strong one, but I do not think it is a sexuality. Not unless you are attracted to intelligent people entirely irrespective of sex, gender, etc."

in finding references to sapiosexual (outside the context of journals) I found this blog entry to only be the most enlightening, but surely side with his opinion of the topic. 

http://inurashii.tumblr.com/post/29689787701/oh-sapiosexuality-i-have-been-holding-onto-a

To porn or not to porn by Claudia Typhoon

I think that women should consider two important things in their life: whether or not they want to have children and whether or not they would consider sex work. how a woman feels about these decisions will influence the course in which her life will unfold. Having children or not will determine career paths, what you desire in a partner to start. I really want to have children and I am a sex worker, I'm a Dominatrix. of course I could have children anytime, but I think that children should have a loving supportive environment and until I can give children the stable home they desire, I will not have them. Sex work is an amazing thing when a woman pursues it for her own interest, not through desperation, coercion, abuse or other outside influences. I have learned to value myself and am very confident of my worth. I know that no amount of money will let me compromise myself or my values. I can always make my rent in other ways; I am a Domina because it excites me, satisfies me, stimulates me. I am not a woman that is content with a normal job. this does not mean I have no marketable skills, it fact, I have many. now that I have been a Domina for years the next thing to consider in my BDSM career is whether or not to do porn/erotica. pornography doesn't interest me. the quality of a lot of it is poor and does not depict any sex act accurately. what does interest me is creating something worthwhile. something that stimulates that senses, elaborates upon fantasy. I feel I owe it to my film school education to do so. that is, if I decide to do so. it seems that the trend is that if I Domina wants to make money and expand upon her reputation, that films are the way to go. I have seen a few of the Dommes that I have grown up with do so. I admire their success and a part of me wants the world to see my skill and beauty, and pay for the pleasure.

we shall see.