Adult Film Star? by Mika June 26, 2008

This question was asked of me last week by a friend with whom i share many sexual fantasies. 

Could you be friends with, date, or even marry an adult film/porn star?

The first hint of an answer that formed was “Yes!” When most people think of “porn star”, they think many partners, many openings, many fluids, many feelings, and while that maybe very true, before every session is taped, the actor must me tested for any STDs/STIs. So I’m safe there. I thought of the male actors who had  become my favorites over the years. I thought of their bodies and their faces and the way they reacted with their partner(s) on film… But then I thought, they are actors; and while some may say they really enjoy a session or two, they are doing their job- acting. 

So what’s the deal here? From what I know and have heard, many Adult film stars aren’t  looking for a relationship. There’s too much to put into it. When in a relationship, most individuals only want to have sex with the person they are in a relationship with. If you are a porn star, that’s out of the question. I’d imagine that they’d also want support(instead of Jealousy).

So here’s my final answer… for now:

If an adult film star did want to be friends or in a relationship, I would was Yes! First of all, If they couldn’t have sex with me, I could always watch one of their films. Secondly, I could be their “guinea pig”. If they need to try a new technique, I’m here and it’s free! Thirdly, they would have 100% of my support. Although I may get jealous at times, I don’t think that I’d have the guts to show my body to the world and be the fantasy of thousands, even millions of viewers. So I must commend all adult film stars for that.

Think differently? Speak your Mind.

Love for All,

Mika

Stickin’ It To The Man and A Touch on Women’s Lib by Mika June 23, 2008

This past weekend, I sat down with my little sisters to watch the movie, “Annie Get Your Gun”. The DVD was some kind of platinum edition with special features. We popped the movie in and with open minds(because we didn’t know what the story was about), we watched. Even before the musical started there was an intro. Some famous soap-opera looking actress thought it would make an impact on our day to let us know how much she loved the story and the songs behind “Annie Get Your Gun”. She mentioned that she played the main character (Annie) on broadway and she loved every minute. This made my sisters and I more anxious to view it. After that 10 minute waste of life, we soon learned, from the movie’s prospective, that Annie (the famous Annie Oakley) was born a poor hillbilly who had the talent of hitting whatever target she shot at. She meets the Western traveling show of Wild Bill Hickock (Buffalo Bill) and his sharpshooter Frank Butler, who Annie falls in head over heels for. At the time she met him, he was interested in “civilized” women who “couldn’t” hold a gun and knew “their place”. He became angry when she beat him at a shooting match in front of her town’s people. She decided that she need to look “civilized” and because of her changes, Frank fell in love with her. After a bit of nonsense, Annie had a gig to show off her talent all around the world, leaving Frank behind. She thought she’d impress him with the many metals she received from Queens and Kings while traveling. Later when she met him, he became jealous of her accomplishments yet again. They had one last shooting match to show how much better one was than the other. Her adopted father, Sitting Bull, faulted her gun so that she’d miss every shot. He convinced her that if she won the match, Frank would be angry and she’d lose him; but if she lost, Frank would love her and they would be together happily ever after. She decided that her genius father was right and lost the competition on purpose. And all was well.

Even before the ending credits came up, I stopped the ridiculous sliver of a story. My sisters and I looked at each other in awe. How elementary could the minds of men be? -Don’t get me wrong; I love men; I really really love men. But to the men out there(and even the hypocritical, bible- clutching females) who feel that women have “place”- a certain role in the proverbial “household”- How do I begin to denounce you?! For me to lower myself in order to get a man would be to disrespect not only myself, but my mother, sisters, and all of the women who fought so hard for equal rights. If I had a soul-mate out there and my only chance of ever being with him was to change or lower myself, or make some aspect of the very definition of me inferior, then I would end up being soul-mateless for the rest of my happy life. I will be myself. I will not conform. I will fight back. I Will Be Equal! Go Women’s Lib! Let’s Stick It Hard to the Man!

Now take that-and eat it….     Thanks for spending your time reading my post!

Peace For All!

Love,

Mika

p.s. Let me know how you feel about this one

My Encounter With Brawny Man’s Crotch by Mika June 21, 2008

As I clicked the link to post my very first blog my mind went completely blank. This sudden loss of brain activity reminds me of a cool spring day a few months ago when I was taking a Literature course at a nearby University. In class, I usually sit quietly in the back, only speaking when spoken to- letting everyone think that I’m a sweet, polite and conservative lady (I say “conservative” because I was showing no cleave…that day anyway). Sitting in the cold and butt-numbing metal chair, I was aware of a kind gentleman sitting behind me. At that point I never saw his face. I only Heard him speak and cough and moan occasionally. On that day, He was assigned to present some kind of proof of what he’d learned so far.

Our professor called him up to the front of the class and as he took a breath, popped his knee joint and walked past my chair, I noticed that his butt was high, round, and looked fantastically firm. His jeans fit like the ones on TV ads, worn by hot older men. I don’t remember what he said or how long he took; all I remember was that when he returned to the back of the room, my eyes went from his strong face to his red, flannel “Brawny Man” shirt to his very tempting crotch. It’s hard to describe, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I stared so long and hard that everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I imagined holding him in my hand and what it would feel like. As my eyes were glued to my favorite area, I lost all control of my hand which pushed my pen across the desk and onto the floor! He stopped at my desk, and my eyes looked into his. He smiled…I could tell that he was watching me watch his scrumptious-looking genital area. He bent over, putting one hand onto his upper leg and picked up my helpless pen.

“I think you dropped this,” he said. But I didn’t have anything to say. I kind of timidly smiled and watched him sit his hot backside while I had a mental heart attack. 

I had a feeling that he was into me… but alas, when that day ended, I came to the realization that that was the last day of class. Why hadn’t I noticed this guy before? This brings to mind that song of James Blunt, “You’re Beautiful”. 

Could he have been a great lover? An awesome friend? Has this ever happened to you?

Be brave and Comment. or email me. 

Thanks for spending your time reading my post.

Peace For All,

Mika