Sera Miles

Next Saturday, the 27th of June, Nancy Ava Miller of PEP, People Exchanging Power, is inviting the New Mexico FetLifers to her beautiful mountain home for a party. We’ll be able to hang out, play (!), swim in her luxurious indoor pool, and catch up–all while toting our favorite toys and dressed however we like.

Since my trip to DomCon with Kara, I’ve had little time to breathe. I’ve been working more, both in the PEP office and doing some calls during the day. Being back on the phones has been a blast–I figured my old favorites would call me again, and several have. I didn’t expect to hear from anyone new, though, and last week I had the pleasure of speaking with two new-to-me callers. One in particular told me he’d seen me off and on on the PEP Web site and just never managed to call. With my limited return, he figured his moment was now. In that case, I have to say “lucky me,” because he was into some of my favorite things–namely, anal play. He had toys available, and frankly, my forte is in developing a story, a fantasy, without directing a caller on how to play with his toys. That’s not to say I can’t do that type of direction, only that my strength is in creating a scene from scratch, using only our minds. He was brilliant at following my loose and infrequent directions while going into fantasy-land with me–with me at the foot of his bed … I’m sure your imagination can fill in at least a few of those kinky details.

With all the new work, little Sera needs a night to put on some sexy clothes and chill with her fellow kinksters.

Tomorrow, I’ll be attending an organizational meeting of the New Mexico Leather League. I’m excited to meet some people I know in name only, and others I may not have ever met. The League is putting on a hot event in July, “Kinky Karnival: Filth of July.” I’ll be running the spanking booth, doling out red and sore bottoms to deserving miscreants. The meeting tomorrow will focus on planning this event, and I’m hoping I can use my PR skills to help pimp the hell out of this–plus, it’s a benefit to help our Leather Title Holders manage travel costs. I’ve always secretly wished I were independently wealthy, so that I could do event planning for charity benefits. Kinky Karnival fits right into my paradigm.

Come to the FetLifers Party! Come to Kinky Karnival! Come Play!

$pread Magazine just sent out its call for submissions for the next issue. They’re asking for thoughts on being a sex worker and parent. I want to write something for this–something brilliant and revolutionary and thoughtful!–but I must admit, it’s a scary proposition. I’m still so unsure of how the two parts of my life fit together. A funny related moment from tonight, though–please indulge me for a minute: my daughter was finishing her evening snack and as I wiped her face of smeared applesauce, she screeched, of course. CNN was on in the background, and I whispered, “Ssh, Azar Nafisi is speaking.” (I’m half-Iranian.) I’m happy to say my baby quieted right down. I’m also cognizant enough to know the whisper calmed her, not the topic. Still, I’m hopeful that all my messages of what we should listen to will seep in. I proudly wear my “Decriminalize Prostitution” SWOP tank top around my baby, and one day (should the tank top survive long enough), she’ll ask me what it’s all about.

So, life feels lately like: edit, calls, write, write porn (for PEP), take care of family, sleep, pray for a quiet moment for coffee before baby wakes up. I’ve had 2-3 quiet mornings in the last two weeks. It is enough, enough to keep me going, marching my way toward next weekend’s hot and fabulous party.