I spent most of Thanksgiving reading Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's Venus in Furs. I haven't finished it, but I can honestly say that, what I have read so far has me very excited and slightly freaked.

What freaked me was his description of Wanda, the woman of his dreams. I have physical similarities to Wanda. and emotional similarities. and experiential similarities. I was surprised (freaked) at the degree to which art and life can intersect, even across the centuries.

The story itself is mostly a romance, which doesn't really excite me.

What excites me though is that I have finally found in its pages the description of the kind and type of dominatrix I am. and I want to scream it to the world, to everybody who has known me over the past five years, to the boyfriends I stomped on, to my last ex-husband who I let stomp on me out of guilt for my past transgressions, to the maledom I recently got into a pissing contest with who has no idea what kind of woman I can be (or, maybe he does know and I scare the crap out of him), to Lucky Bastard, to Steady Eddie, to Boy-Toy and to everyone who has known me in some way, shape or form. I feel like I've found the solution to a huge riddle.

Now, what do I do with that solution???

There is more to write on this....but for now I have to go hawk crappy lingerie to a bunch of yokles in podunk.