during the run-up to the annual Adult Video News Awards in Vegas, two provocatively clad women told me about a guy who gave them ,000. The women, Maitresse Madeline and Mistress Lorelei Lee, made names for themselves as actresses in adult films, but they also indulge in the sexual art of “financial domination,” or “fin dom,” a craft that sounds like a cross between S&M and a big-store con (albeit, with extremely compliant marks, dubbed “pay pigs”).
He was Australian, they said, and the money was supposed to be for a session of live online camming. It fills their bank accounts while satisfying the carnal needs of guys who get off on giving money to demanding women.
While recently browsing the internet, I happened upon a great Word Press site that shared some interesting information. I see so much of myself in my daughter, and I remember my own excitement and nervousness and the feeling of absolute certainty that I was about to step into a role I was meant to fill.
According to a Timex survey, (North) Americans wait an average of 20 minutes a day for the bus or train, 32 minutes whenever they visit a doctor, 21 minutes for a significant other to get ready to go out, 13 hours annually on hold for customer service and 38 hours each year in traffic (50 hours if you live in a large city). My mind wanders to those moments in my marriage to her father – when we were preparing for her birth -- that were some of the best of the 16 years we were together.
The nursery is done, the closet is filled with pink and frilly little outfits. 1 has been “nesting” over the past several weeks, filling the freezer with everything from casseroles to breakfast burritos to containers of chili and spaghetti sauce. My first grandchild – a little girl – is due to make her entrance into the world “at any time.” Although she has had a rather uneventful pregnancy, my daughter is ready for it to be over.
And, when it comes to our mobile devices, we spend 23 days a year – or 90 minutes a day -- on our phones; that’s nine years of the average person’s life! ” She sighed and I could hear the happy uncomfortableness in her voice. “Now that everything is done around the house and you (and hubby) are ready for her to make her appearance, take advantage of these last few days or weeks to live in the moment and appreciate this special time. ” “Nah,” I lied, wiping an errant tear that had spilled out onto my cheek. American mythologist, writer, and lecturer, Joseph Campbell, said: “We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” My life looks nothing like I had imagined it would be when I first held my daughter in my arms, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. And, when I make the six-hour drive to meet my first grandchild, I hope you’ll understand that, while most everyone else will breeze into the room and head for the baby, all I want to do is cup your face in my hands, look into your eyes, whisper goodbye to my little girl and welcome her as a new mother in to “my” world. Kimberlee Anna (KAT) Taplay is mom to two fabulous young women, a “biker momma,” and someone who is looking forward to adding “nana” to her list of titles at any time.It was a nice chat, until I started asking too many questions. Giving her age as “late 20s,” she lives in Brooklyn, seems forthcoming and down to earth, doesn’t take herself too seriously, and rakes in over 0,000 a year -- all of which she claims on her taxes.After I requested proof of the ,000 transaction, they became testy. When I reached out to them for a follow-up chat, a representative told me that they “felt the tone of the conversation was borderline disrespectful,” and that future interviews were out of the question. And I kept encountering the same problem: most wouldn’t talk, many were hostile (unsurprising, given their line of work), some struck me as outright fakes. Her haul comes via cash and gifts from men who are happy to grovel online, fulfill Amazon wish lists, and send money via Western Union, all without meeting her IRL.Truth be told, I’m content to ride out the next several days (or weeks) waiting for Miss Isabelle to decide when she’s ready to make her appearance. There’s still plenty of time to chat with my daughter and regale her with tales and memories of my own pregnancy and about her stubbornness when it came to leaving the womb. 1’s name and number showed up on my ringing cellphone, I answered: “Are you in labour? Your ‘we’ is about to become a ‘three.’ And then the time will just fly by.” “You’re thinking about me again, about when I was born, aren’t you? There are countless tidbits of mother’s wisdom and accumulated knowledge I want to impart to her, but I finding myself content to wait and let her discover all the wonderful, scary, peaceful, powerful, messy, amazing beauty that is motherhood. And I am happy in the knowledge that I played a small part in loving her, guiding her and helping her to prepare for this magical next phase of her life. You can reach her via email at [email protected] by regular mail c/o The Expositor. ” “No, mom,” she said and laughed, quickly adding: “Hello to you, too!