Check!!!

Older, rich sugar daddy..... Check!!!!!

Is it bad that I love Miley Cyrus? I love her style....that makes my style maturity level at age 19. I really need to learn how to dress my age. How do I dress slutty (appropriately) at age 29????

Go Hard

"Why do people say "grow some balls"? Balls are weak and sensitive. if you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding." - Betty White

Hilarious!!!!! 

Kreayshawn has a new video and I love the song. Super catchy!!!

I can't get these songs outta my head. 

I got my roommate's 4 year old son singing this song non-stop...which is unfortunate since I'm pretty sure it's about sucking dick. Oops. He's also saying "shooooooooot." Crap. 

I love this song and I'm beginning to like Demi Lovato which is shocking because I normally dislike Latina girls and this was the girl who was having butt sex on bunkbeds at parties while people were filming her because she was drug-crazed outta her mind....at least do that shit in private girl! But everyone knows Disney stars are the most fucked up...but she seems to be getting her shit together and she actually sings pretty well.

Where the hell can I pirate music these days? I have a list of songs I want to download so I make a CD for my hooptie. I've been listening to the same CD for the past year. 

Gonna go twerk out.  

Sexual Things I NEVER Thought I'd Do.

Over the course of my sexually active life, there were certain acts I said I would NEVER do. This included: spitting/swallowing, anything associated with anal, faking an orgasm, facials, 3somes...basically anything that I thought was degrading towards females. But it's difficult to remain faithful to proclamations I made...especially because while I am a feminist-ish, I'm also sexually experimental and like when the guy takes the lead. All this combined means that I'm wishy-washy on what I will and won't do during a boinkfest and it makes me seem contradictory and fickle Sigh...so suffice it to say, I can now say I am a tri-sexual (Samantha Jones's words). I will try everything once (maybe more if I like it) EXCEPT beastiality and anything dealing with poop-play.

I just like this picture and it's kinda relevant to what I'm going to write about. Rihanna is one thing I'm fickle about. I like her at the moment.

So, here is a list of things that I have done that I have once said I would NEVER do.

• Letting a guy blow a load in my mouth- Refer back to this post to read why I was so adamant about not doing this for several years and what changed my mind:  http://queenoftmi.blogspot.com/2012/01/always-spit.html .....though I will never do cum-swapping or feign like I like sloshing it around in my mouth like those bitches do at the end of a porno. I don't fake shit. The crazy thing is that now, I actually feel BAD  if I don't let a guy finish in my mouth...sometimes I'll even offer it as an alternative to a cream pie. My how the tide has changed!!! Boyfriend #2 would be reeling in shock if he knew I changed my mind on this. Aw...sowee Matt. FYI: Matt takes a lot of credit for my BJ skills. So thank him if you have been lucky enough to get one from me.

• Getting a facial- If you read that post above, you will see that I am grossed out by any male bodily fluids so it's no surprise that I was so anti-facials. Also, for the longest time, I wrote this act off as being very demeaning towards women. I thought WHY on earth would a respectable guy want to do something so gross like ejaculating on a girl's face? It's slimy, it's a hazard for your eyes, and it's just SO GROSS. Obviously it meant that a guy doesn't respect you if he wants to facialize you. But then I thought, maybe they just like it and it turns them on. It's just their 'thing,' like pizza is my 'thing.' I am obsessed with pizza. Then I tried it..facials, not pizza...actually, the first time wasn't a 'try' as much as it was the guy not informing me he was going to facialize me and it just happened...sneaky bastard. I thought it wasn't that bad. Next thing you know, I'm asking a guy to do it. My actual feelings towards it can be summed up by what Carrie said about blowjobs, "it's not my favorite thing on the menu but I'll order it from time to time. And with the right guy, it could be nice..." Just like the quote says, I won't let any old random joe do it. The 'right guy' for a facial situation is one that is dominant and rough because it's part of a dominant/submissive thing, in my eyes. I mean, I wouldn't say "cum on my face" to one of my nice guys cuz they'll probably think it's weird.   

• Rough-housing- On the note of dominant/submissive, I now don't mind when a guy is very rough to the point of it being kinda abusive. Again, this goes against my feminist-ish ways but the fact that I like this makes sense, psychologically. It's like those guys in powerful positions that like to be humiliated. This includes things like: hard slapping (even to the face), calling me bitch (though it should paired with a nice adjective like 'sexy' bitch or 'hot' bitch), hair-pulling, biting, choking etc. As long as none of it is taken to the extreme, I'm okay with it and like it even. But again, with the right guy. It's difficult for me to imagine this kinda boinking with some of the 'nicer' guys I've been with. Oh! One thing I know though is that I will NEVER be okay with that facial abuse shit you see in porn. I can't stand watching that...these girls have snot and boogers shooting out of their nose. That's effing disgusting. A little pain and discomfort is good. A lot of discomfort is a HELL NO.

• Anal- Whenever a guy asks me whether I've done anal, I'm like "does a bear shit in the woods?" Hello! Of course I have...do I not seem like the type that would at least try it? Try it I have but only twice and it was a very bad first impression. The dude I did it with had absolutely no idea what he was doing and didn't take the precautionary measures leading up to it. Anal takes lots of preparation (H, hehe) both mental and physical. He did none of that shit (hehe). I am still a little iffy about it but am not ruling it out altogether. Anyways, I am more talking about inserting other things than a penis into that chute such as anal beads or a nicely lubed finger. I still have lotsa experimenting to do in this area because I have yet to figure out why so many people are so into it. I need to uncover the mystery to this magic!!!

That said, here is another list of things that I previously ruled out but am considering doing with the right person but have not yet had the opportunity to do so:

• FFM 3some- This is something very recent I put back on the table because I had a sudden realization that an FFM 3some can include a lesbian! Hello! That bypasses the rule I had made based on my belief that no guy deserves to have two girls. I'm a genius....not just a hat rack my friend *points to head*
• Role-playing- Thought it was totally cheesy...still kinda do. But I want to try it, specifically these roles: babysitter/dad, high school teacher/HS student, boss/underling, cop/arrested (sigh). Hehehe. 
• BDSM-Yes, including the tools.  



In particular, the tools shown in this picture: leather, chains, choker, handcuffs, and blindfold.

Okay...that's all I can think of. God I hope my parents or other squeamish/lame adults don't read this. I think it's good to be open-minded with sex. That's why I like to have a diverse taste in partners. Different people bring different ideas and get you into different things. 

I wish I were this open-minded with people in real-life. 

Since you guys are probably already thinking I'm a harlot and to contribute to the shock factor of this entry, here is a pic I took because I love hotels with mirrors in front of the beds. 

Sigh... I know it seems like I'm purposefully being shocking...but how else do you talk about this topic without it being a bit shocking? I'm kinda hesitant about posting it. Meh... it took me too long to write this so here it goes! *braces self for backlash*

Shitty Day #2

So I got up pretty damn early today, which is what happens when I drink vodka the night before. Like I was told, I call up the police department to see whether the paperwork has been processed so I can get my car out of their impound. Homeboy cop tells me "yeah..it's ready. Come on by. But it's going to cost $440 and we only take personal checks and money orders." A) Why is it $440?!!???!??!?!?!? and B) Why the FUCK IS IT $440?!??!??! C) I lost my personal checks in  my move so I have to get a money order. I hate getting money orders. Please notice: homeboy cop did NOT say to come at a certain time but just to come by.

I wait around for the kids and Kelly to get ready because she is the one that will give me the ride. We drop the kids off at the sitter and stop by the nail salon where Kelly works. She has a customer so I decide not to burden her further by stopping to get a money order and I take it upon myself to get one while she's servicing her customer. hehe..that sounds dirty. But I go to 7-11 to get my money order. They don't take cards so I have to fucking withdraw cash from their ATM. They don't have my bank in Maryland. The ATM only dispenses a max of $400 so I have to make two transactions. That's $10 in fees. At that point, I wanted to cry. I almost did... poor Pakinstani/Indian 7-11 guy who had to endure my heavy sighs and my 'fucks.' 

I go back to the nail salon to pick up Kelly and we go to the police department to pick up my car. Homegirl receptionist, right when she sees me, says: "If you're here to pick up your car, the officer's not here. He told you to come ASAP. He won't be back til 1. He told you you needed to be here ASAP." Uh... Cop did NOT tell me this. Why would I not come ASAP if he had told me that? I understand English and follow directions well. If he had told me to come ASAP, I would have. Shibal.

So that is the beginning of my day. 

Stay tuned for what other shitstorms they decide to serve me with today. 

Gotta surround myself with things that make me laugh and make me happy. 

On that note... my white friend Erin says that I'm good with men because I stroke their egos. I do...it's not like I go out of my way to do it. It's just the way I deal with them. I mean what I say. In spite of my shitty day, I decided to make someone else happy by sending that really hot guy that I wrote about (the one I said I would pay to have sex with because he's a Muslim and doesn't seem to have premarital sex) a nice lil' message on fbook. This is what I wrote:

Ira PeeOn

• Hello. I'm having a horrible day, actually week, but I thought I'd take a moment and tell you that you are one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen and you make me think there really is a god...a god who created you directly because only that would explain why you are so beautiful. Forget your art. I can just look at you all day.
  
  Okay.. don't get too big-headed now.
  
  Have a nice day.

Yup... that's ma game. Too bad it won't get me any closer to having him. Sigh. 

3rd Time's the Charm

OMG. You won't believe what has happened in the past six hours...or maybe you will if you know what kind of person I am and the "stupid" things I do because I decided long ago to make my own rules in life regardless of what outside rules state. Unfortunately my rules do not coincide with society's rules... Actually, they are the opposite and when this happens, it tends to fuck up one's life situations. OH...and I think my luck has run out. I just wrote what happened in an email and I don't feel like rewriting it so I'll just copy and paste:

At around noon, I went out to get some coffee and rather than get it from my local coffee shop, I wanted to try and find a Starbucks which would also give me an excuse to drive around and smoke because that's what I do.. I smoke and drive.. Well the two Starbucks that I tried were both located in a Safeway and the mall so I decided to go back to my regular coffee shop and then hit the mall to look at some gold earrings. While on the way, I decided to not rely on my GPS and rather drive around to find my way back since that's how people figure their way around unfamiliar places. So I'm driving and come across a pedestrian walkway and some middle-aged fat white guy is about to cross. I slowed down and looked at the rear-view mirror to see if cars were behind me. There weren't. Well, there's no way in hail I'm stopping for some dumb pedestrian because they walk slow as fuck... plus no cars were coming behind me, so they can wait until I pass. I am a car after all. Well, I didn't know that it's illegal to not stop for pedestrians who have even a foot in the walkway. I also did not know that Annapolis cops do this as a way to trap drivers and issue tickets to people. Entrapment is fucking bullshit. So within .75 miles, I see two police cars at a side road and one cop is motioning for me to pull over to the side. There are like four other cars who have gotten pulled over. So I ease to a stop while frantically looking around to see whether there were any weed or paraphernalia lying in plain sight and there aren't but I knew that I'd be fucked because my car permanently smells like greenery. The cop asks me for my license and registration and while looking at it, I hear him breathing in deeply. He then asked me whether I had any illegal items in my car like weapons, drugs, etc... I say "no" in a high-pitched voice, which, when I use this voice, means that I'm lying. So actually I mean "yes." He then tells me that there is a strong odor of marijuana coming from my car and asked me if I had any on me.. I have a mental battle on whether I should lie or just tell the truth. I'm a smart girl. I know he is going to search my car anyways and there's no point in lying about it and I'm fucked either way so I say sigh, put my had on my head in an FML fashion and say "yes." He tells me to get it out so I do. I have about 1/2 of a quarter on me (I know. It's stupid because nobody should ride around with it in their car but I haven't been pulled over in 12 years so I figure there's very little chance I will get pulled over now, which is why I smoke in my car. Still stupid, I know). I hand it to him and he says to turn my car off and put my hands on the car. So I do. He cuffs me and asks whether I have any other drug-related items and I point, with my foot, to the middle console and say my bowl is in there. Then a female cop come and frisks me and walks me to his car. While I'm walking to the car, I can't help but laugh at my retarded-ass predicament and also at my retardedness, and everyone else who's gotten pulled over is staring their eyeballs out at me. Poor me. I get taken to the Annapolis jail and am very nice to the cop asking him questions like what I will be charged for...and he, in turn, is very nice to me. While at the station, I go through all the motions...(fingerprinting, mugshot, FMLs)...all of which I am now quite familiar with. Because I was super polite to the cop, he pretends he doesn't see me making frantic texts to people who would wonder where the fuck I went if I don't contact them in a couple of hours..I call my roommate and tell her and she's like 'Ohmg" because she was the one who was there through my other two ordeals. I was mentally preparing myself to be in jail for awhile because  I was told if I got arrested again while on my 'agreement' from my DC charges, I was going to jail until my court date, which is October 4th.So while my papers are being processed I'm sitting in a little jail cell for about 1.5 hours. While I'm in there, I think of things I'm going to do while in jail. I probably wouldn't eat the food so I would skinnier (score!) I also thought about the different workouts I could do in my cell. The cop who arrested me shows up. He transports me to the Annapolis court house where a  commissioner will determine whether I am going to be bonded out or have to stay in jail. The cop and I make small talk and I'm wondering why the hell I'm so nice to the cop who is charging me but  know that he's just doing his job and I deserved to get arrested because I was breaking the law and got caught. The cop told me earlier that he used to smoke before he was a cop and knew the smell of weed very well. I was like, that's so unlucky, and he was like "yeah...you could have gotten one of those cops who've never smoked in their life..people are so sheltered." Then he and I had a good chuckle. Anyways, so the commissioner and his secretary are both white people my age and look at me very closely. The secretary asks me questions, including whether I had pending charges and I tell them I don't really know how to answer that and the commissioner pipes up "because of the charges in DC?" Obviously, he's going to check my background. But then a small miracle happens. The secretary asks me whether I will show up to my court date. I say yes...and she tells me I'm free to go. I heard a chorus of angels because I was certain that I would be in jail, if not until my court date, at least for the next 24 hours. The last time I was in jail for 4 days was possibly one of the worst times of my life. The cop and I smile at each other because he was telling me that the commissioner might just let me go. Before the cop leaves I say "thanks... I guess" and he says "you're welcome...I guess. Just use this as something to learn from..." He leaves and I start calling/texting everyone. A taxi shows up (I guess taxi cabs just routinely drive around areas like that) and takes me to my friend's nail salon since I thought I didn't have a house key. 

So that's what happened. I called my best friend Janice who talked to me for 20 minutes about what the fuck I was doing...it's a much needed lecture from someone whose opinion I actually value a lot. Right now, I'm still elated that I'm not in jail but am annoyed at this situation. I just want to drink some vodka...and I am in about 2.5 hours with a 'friend.' I honestly do not think I use alcohol, weed and sex to 'cope' with life's situations...but tonight, vodka is going to help me cope with this shit.

Write me a reassuring comment please. Or bitch me out. I need to hear both.

Oh. I had $40 in my wallet that is not there anymore. Do they take cash$$ when they catch you with weed or did the 'nice' cop steal it from me? Sigh.

**edit: Let me clarify that I still got charged with possession of marijuana and paraphernalia. I just did not have to spend extra time in jail like I thought I would...that is what I'm very thankful for because jail SUCKS.

Purple Crayons & Why I Love Them

If you ever want to waste hours of your life on something truly retarded and bad for the world, check out thedirty.com. Wait.. I don't even want to advertise it, it's so stupid. But the reason why I mention it is because the dude who manages the site (who tries to be funny but fails, miserably) calls black dudes 'purple crayons' because of their black penises. Not only is that ridiculously unfunny, it makes no sense. Everyone knows black guys (are rumored to) have big penises so why would he even refer to it as a crayon? Crayons are skinny. Anyways, the reason why I mention that horrendous website is because my sister Ewina asked me one day, when I was wearing big hoop earrings: "You know what that guy says on Dirty.com? That if you wear big hoop earrings, then it's automatic that you like black guys."


I love hoop earrings. My dream is to get score these solid gold earrings.

I have fake gold versions of these that are like $5 at your local Claire's. The solid gold ones are $500+. Hellooooooo sugar daddy!


But it's true. I love me some big hoop earrings and I loooooooooove me some black guys. This developed over my career of guy-boning and now I prefer them over any other race. In fact, if I had to choose a race for my future husband, it'd be a black guy. It's sad because liking black guys has such a stigma attached to it. I bet if I told any random Joe that I was into black guys (especially if this Joe were Korean), they'd inwardly make a face. I mean, there's a whole category of porn dedicated to "my wife fucking a big black stud" as though that is something hugely taboo that it has to become a fetish of some sort. I know why this stigma exist and it's sad that it does. But I, Iroar, will openly admit that I love Black guys. 

Here are the mostly sexual but also non-sexual reasons on why I prefer Black guys: 

• Their Dick Game- First, I am not talking about the proverbial 'game' that guys 'spit.' I hate that shit. When I experience guys 'spitting game,' my female-boner slackens. Unfortunately, a lotta men, especially Black guys, are into 'spitting game.' (On that note, I know most Black guys are not the best ones to have a relationship with. That's not me being racist... this knowledge comes from personal experience and the experience of my friends. But I'm not here to go into all that. I'm solely focusing on their bed skillz). Black guys really bring a different sort of...vibe to a boinkfest. Unlike other dudes who think girls enjoy jackrabbit sex or just boring, slow, unrhythmic humping, (many) Black dudes seem to treat thrusting as an art, which it should be. It's kind of like dancing. Have you ever seen the way a white dude dances compared to a black dude? Totally different...though Channing Tatum would give a black dude a run for his money. The first Black dude I was with was adamant in me 'watching' how he would swirl and gyrate his hips. Totally cheesy but it got the job done...very well. Let me provide a video link to give you an idea what many Black men are capable of doing.....   

                           

Pretty sure he's gay...but that type of movement is totally hot...

• Bodies-I know just like in every race of America, fat people are abound. But with a Black guy, there's  a better chance that he will be more naturally toned than the average fatass. Same with Black girls. I'm jealous that a lot of them have natural toneness that I would have to work years to attain. The level of toneness I have right now, it took me YEARS to get to the level whereas it would serve as a baseline body for a toned Black girl. I was never into muscly men....but I think I will add that qualification for my future husband/boyfriend because muscle translates to being fit and being fit means a long-lasting erection. I dislike being boned by a semi...something that typically comes with an unfit man. Plus, it looks good.

                               

• Freakiness- I love men who are...flavorful. Most of the other-raced guys I've been with have been... bland... you know, just p in the v, maybe a slap here and there and some dirty words thrown around...that's the height of their freakiness.  The men of color I've had, on the other hand, had some kind of freak in them. Not all...but 3/4 is a pretty high ratio.  
• Dominance- Hand in hand with freakiness is a man's tendency to be dominant. I mean, you're not freaky if you are too much of a pussy to tell me what you want or if I'm doing something wrong (or right). Every Black dude I've been with doesn't hesitate in telling me what he wants and how he wants it and what I should be doing. I love that.
• Socially Unacceptable- One thing I haven't really managed to grow out of is trying to make a statement to people by doing things that are socially unacceptable. For example, I have dreadlocks for a variety of reasons but one of them is that it is shocking, especially for an Asian girl to have them. Another example is this blog. I realize I write about things that are taboo and advertently shocking. I do it to prove that I don't care whether others judge me on what I think and write ie: how I live my life. It is the same with me dating a Black guy. Regardless of how far our society seemingly has come in regards to race, I still think that interracial dating, ESPECIALLY between any race with Black is deemed as taboo. Especially if it is a Black guy with another raced female. An Asian girl with a Black guy, I feel, is the most unseen and taboo...and I love walking around with a Black beau. People look at us like "wutda" and I want to be like "that's right bitches." *flaps hands*  

I know this entry comes off as borderline racist. Sorry, I see race. I'm not going to pretend that race and racial differences don't exist because they do. I bet if those super "intelligent" gawker-readers read this, I would be criticized to the bone. Luckily, no assholes like that read my blog. 

I really don't intend to be racist. I just love to have sex with (some) Black men and overall, every guy I've been scoping out has been Black. These are the main reasons why I prefer them the most now out of any race. 

One month later.

Oops. It's been one month since I've last updated. I know. I don't know why I am not updating. I have all the time in the world and all these things I want to write about... It's probably because I feel nobody reads this. My motivation for writing feeds off of attention and comments. It's sad. I don't know how blogs get so popular especially when they suck.

Anyways, for the past month, I've been playing...and as stupid as it sounds, playing means drinking, toking, boinking (shaddap Enoch), and hanging out with  my gfs. It's a much needed break because the past 13 months I was doing none of that...well, except the first one. I just got back from Atlanta. I stayed there for two weeks and just like I expected, I wanted to move back when I was so dead set on staying in this area. So for the next two weeks or so, I'll be making half-assed attempts to find a job here (DMV) but will most likely return to Atlanta and find temporary work before I set off on my adventures abroad.

Okay. I just wanted to write that quick update. I'm going to try and get my lost passport replaced now...then I'll come back and write more. Woot woot.

You go Miley. Oh I wish I were 19 again...though not engaged...and able to drink (legally).