Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

Sometimes I stumble across a fictional character that I NEED to cosplay as, even if I'm not familiar with said work of fiction. Today was one of those stumbly days!   Quoting Wiki for ya, this is what the character is from:   "Japan Animator Expo or Japan Anima(tor)'s Exhibition is a weekly series of original net animations released as part of a collaboration between Hideaki Anno's Studio Khara and Dwango, consisting of various anime shorts produced by many directors."   This delightful character is from the 3rd episode, entitled "ME!ME!ME!"   Her color scheme is so shockingly wonderful. I need to be her, even for just a day.                       She seems like the kind of character that would be fun to cosplay as, personality-wise...  

Some days I love being a kinkster and being a part of the scene/profession. Some days I want to set people on fire. Slowly. One match at a time.   Go ahead and laugh. Think I'm kidding. Meanwhile I'm stockpiling matches like the Little Match Girl... of Hans Christian Andersen's worst nightmares come true.     Tee hee?   Look, I have been debating Financial Domination with other kinkster for years. YEARS. I have been standing up for a perfectly reasonable fetish, not just because other kinksters think it's a bad/fake fetish, but also because the Insta-Dommes of the internet are dragging the kink down into the proverbial mud.     I just can't stand by and let it happen. I'm too much of a stubborn Bitch.   Some of you know the term "Insta-Domme" from My past rants. For those new to this title, let Me explain.     Firstly, it's not just the financial domination fetish that gets these wanna be's. It's all over the kink spectrum...

Once a week, I plan on doing a Q&A vlog. I will gather up all the questions that y'all send in via My ask.fm account, and answer them in video format.   Aren't you excited?   You had better be!   I will take questions on pretty much anything...   Adult entertainment Sexality Gaming Furries Fractal art And so much more   So slap the question mark below and submit your question(s)!  

Oh Sally's , when you put your B1G1 nail polish display by the front door.... so evil!     12 polishes for less that $30 on a gift card. The happiness is real.   I'm going to give a short opinion on each, with a link to a professional pic of the color so you get a better idea. My phones don't always do them justice.   So let's review...     ORLY Left to right:   ORLY Nite Owl (20749) : A nice, shimmery taupe. Slightly warm in bottle.   ORLY Ingenue (20046) : Oh Em Gee... In love here! Shimmery pink and gold. It's a stunner!   ORLY Darkest Shadow (20823) : Extremely dark red with red glitter. Very sexy, very goth. Do love this over a red or a black base.   ORLY Gumdrop (20733) : The name makes Me think of pinks, but this pale, minty color is a lot of fun. Part of the teal spectrum IMHO, it looks great with My olive skin tone.   ORLY Midnight Show (20859) : A lovely, ultra dark blue.     OPI Left to r...

Dear Feminism,   How're you doing today? Are you feeling ok? You were doing so well, but then you had a relapse. I'm worried about you!   Yes, I suppose that this is an intervention. No worries, I haven't called in your loved ones and a television crew. This is just you and I, chatting about your health.   We've known each other a long time. I admit, for a while there, I was worried about some of your decisions. Slut shaming, turning against certain women instead of supporting all of us. But you made amazing progress since then. You embraced all women. You went from "Smut is demeaning" to "these women are empowered and sex positive!" and I was so proud! You had finally figured it all out. I celebrated your accomplishment.   It seems that you've changed your mind, though. You've taken a step backwards, and this concerns me. Now you're back to slut shaming... you're even shaming pixelated game characters and inked comic book ch...

Happy Caturday y'all. Whilst My Twitter has met a reasonable person's limit of cat pics, that's not why I'm here.   Today I'm here to tell you about the brain breaking experience that I was blessed with earlier today.     Browsing the Gates Of Heaven, AKA the cold soda selection at the gas station, My ears picked up on some teenage girls rambling on and on and on... About how amazing Miley Cyrus looked recently. They were molesting one of the girls' phone with their glassy little eyeballs. I suppose My watching them during a Cannot Even moment was obvious, because they stampeded over to My spot in front of carbonated nirvana, and proceeded to force Me to look at above mentioned Miley images. Mayhaps I look youthful enough to care, or mayhaps they assume that anyone equipped with a vagina cares, but they wanted My opinion on Miley's attire choices.   Correction... They wanted Me to echo their opinions on said attire. Alas, this was not meant to be! Th...

There is something about nudity that breaks the brain. That numbs the senses. That turns people kinda stupid.   Not all people, but enough to make the pattern quite noticeable.   One such nudity-induced derp is the inability to recognize a stripper when they have their Civilian Clothes on.     No, seriously... It happens to Me all of the time.   It's like some sort of Superman Syndrome.     Change Clark Kent's attire and no one knows who he is? Really?   Put jeans and a tee shirt on a stripper and people draw a blank? Jeebus...     Yeah yeah... I know. "But Paige, dudes at strip clubs aren't looking at your face LOL!" but really... they are. Most of the customers that I've entertained over the years have made excellent eye contact. Am I unusually blessed? I really don't think so.   When I'm at a strip club, I LOVE to People Watch. Strip clubs are amazing venues for such an activity. Add to that the 19.5...