Monday, May 28, 2007

Celebrity Encounters and Chicks with Dicks

In this week’s episode:
- Celeb encounters with Pete Burns, Chris Moyles and Iain Lee
- Guys who love chicks with dicks
- The Real Story behind Mucky Sarah and Wanda being banned from Iain Lee’s radio show.
- A preview of “Net Sex with Iain Lee”

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Monday, May 21, 2007

Pete Burns and Lesbian Kisses


I had intended to wake up 6:30 AM in order to get to my interview / audition to be Pete Burn’s personal assistant but I hit my snooze button and slept another hour.

For those of you who don’t know, Pete Burns was the lead singer of Dead or Alive in the 1980’s. They had a hit with that song, “You Spin Me Round.” Anyhow Pete has a show coming up which is like the Apprentice. He plays the role of Donald Trump / Sir Alan Sugar. I was auditioning for a part on the reality TV series.

I woke up and found my dog had a new hobby. I’m not sure what’s all involved but I know that there is a lot of staring at the wall. That’s all she does, she stares at the wall intently. It’s as if she’s waiting for something or someone. She can do this for hours. What is so fascinating about the wall?

The audition / interview took place at Tavistok Square. As soon as I got there the production assistants were leading people inside. I filled in all the paperwork they gave me. There were release forms that I had to fill in so that they could film me. They asked questions on the forms questions such as, “Why do you want to be Pete’s PA?”

I was wearing a black Naive London Girl shirt and my black and pink tartan ‘fuck me from behind' skirt. I was looking damn good.

I bumped into Joseph in the Bracknell. How bizarre that I recognized him from his MySpace Page He seems like a cool guy but he look almost exactly like my dad! It was good to have a buddy to chat to there.

Both Joseph and I were fast-tracked through the audition process. I passed the first couple of stages. They kept filming us in one of the waiting areas. And they kept asking me if I was nervous. No, I wasn’t nervous. I might have come across as cocky but I’ve been to so many job interviews in my life I just don’t get nervous anymore.

Just sort of amusing myself, I commented on camera, “I want to work with someone with lips bigger than mine.”

Then I went into meet Pete Burns himself. If you picture the board room of the Apprentice, Pete was in the middle and his two assistants were on either side of him. He had heard the comments I made about his lips then proceeded to say, “Which lips.”

Even though I’m not a vegetarian I’m a member of PETA. I don’t believe in wearing fur. It’s cruel to animals. Ultimately it’s a personal choice, and I choose not to wear it. Pete, however, wasn’t happy that I’m anti-fur. I think that hurt my chances of being a PA, but whatever.

They told me right there on camera that I wasn’t proceeding any further. I have a feeling that my rejection will be broadcasts to all of the UK. I sort of didn’t care, but it would have been nice to have been chosen.

After the audition I went to lunch with Joseph and his friend. We did post-mortem on our respective auditions. Joseph seemed to do better than me. “We’ll call you!” I heard one of the PA’s say to him. That’s better than the stone cold rejection that I got.

To earn some extra cash I worked at G.A.Y. Aside from the pride parades I’ve been in / to I’ve never seen so many gay men in my life. It was so hot and sweaty there. I kept having to check that my make-up hasn’t smeared off!

I also have never been called, “Sweety” “Darling” so much in my life. It was actually quite fun! I got hit on by two lesbians. One of whom asked me to kiss her. So I gave her a peck on both cheeks – on her face, you sicko!

That was the first time in a long time that I’ve been able to work somewhere and not have to wear proper work attire. I like being able to dress in boho hipster attire. I like being able to express my individuality in how I wear my hair and my clothes.

Even though the money is shit I met so many people and had a good time.

As I left G.A.Y. at 5:00 AM the sun was up. I was sooooo tired. The dog was ecstatic to see me when I got in. I slept until 1PM then went out with friends to dinner. They paid for my sorry broke ass. Awwww, that’s what friends are for.

Tuesday morning I have an interview with a MAJOR television station. Wish me luck!

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Run-Away Date

Run-Away Date

I met up with Wanda in Covent Garden. It had been ages since we’ve been out together hunting men.

We went to pub Punch and Judy’s and found ourselves surrounded by hot Dutch guys. One of the hot guys asked if he could have a napkin from our table. We weren’t sure if that was his way of opening the conversation between us, or if he simply wanted a napkin. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

We both had a couple drinks. We recorded a podcast and we admired the hot guys next to us.

As the pub closing a tall blond dude named Christian offered to buy me a drink. His accent sounded German or Scandinavian. I couldn’t place it.”

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“Liverpool.”

“Huh?”

“Liverpool.”

“You’re not foreign?”

“No.”

“No worries about the drink.”

I know it’s snobby but somehow he was less interesting since he wasn’t foreign. Wanda and I left the pub. We walked past the Gardening Club and pondered going in there, but since I’m jobless and on the fast train to poverty, we decided not to spend the 12 quid.

As we were walking to the tube all of a sudden I heard my name being called.

It was Christian. He wanted to chat to me. I didn’t want to leave Wanda in order to talk to him. And if came down to choosing between Wanda and the guy, I’d choose Wanda. Friends have to stick together, right?

So Wanda gives me a look that says, “He’s cute go for him.” She makes a polite excuse and then goes home.

Christian and I go into a pub. The bar was closed we go across the street to another pub that has a sizable queue. I hate queing, but I love nights that are random. I figure go with the flow.

It turns out that Christian is a property developer living in Notting Hill. His stats so far are impressive. I wondered how the night would go.

We queue for about twenty minutes. We get to the front of the queue and are led inside. Christian pulls out his wallet to pay then suddenly he turns around and runs out of the club.

No explanation. No nothing. I thought maybe he went outside to ask the doorman a question but then I see him running across the street.

So I’m standing in club like an idiot. My date just ran out on me. What the fuck?

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Hand Jobs, Heroes and Video Games

Just got back from the Ex’s flat. We had dinner in Hoxton. Vietnamese. Yum. Afterward we went back to his flat to watch “Heros” and to play on his X-Box.

We were sitting on his sofa watching TV when I felt the need to play with his dick. He was wearing button flys (damn him!) so it was difficult to reach Georges – that’s my pet name for his cock. Why do guys insist on wearing button flys? It just makes it difficult for us women.

He unbuttoned his button flys making easier for me to get to his cock. I rubbed up and down his shaft. He felt restricted by his trousers so he took them off.

I placed my mouth on his cock and bobbed my head up and down. He laid back and smiled.

“You’re so hard,” I told him.

I was wearing a jean skirt, a tight black jumper and black panties. I pulled my panties off, hitched up my skirt and sat on top of him, trying to impale myself with his cock.

“Let’s do it doggie style,” he urged.

I obediently got on all fours and assumed the position. He jammed his cock inside me. It freakin’ hurt so much. Is my hole closing up? Am I going convex?

“This isn’t gonna work,” I said.

As soon as I moved off him, his cock softened.

“Rub it until I get hard again.”

Being the overachiever that I am, I took his cock into my mouth once again. I sucked on his head, tickling it with my tongue. I used my fingers to simultaneously stroke the length of his cock.

“Oh, that feels good,” he whispered.

I took his cock out of my mouth and started giving him a hand job.

He was hard. Very hard. Suddenly he sighed loudly, “Oh yeah.”

His hot cum shot out of his cock and slid down my hand.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I shrieked. “You’re not supposed to do that yet!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in. But if it’s any consolation that’s the best hand job you’ve ever given me.”

“I feel robbed,” I yelled back, “You owe me a hand job!”

He laughed at me, “I have to get to bed now so you’re going to have to leave.”

“You just came on my hand and you want me to leave?”

“Yeah. Is that alright?”

I didn’t say it, but I was thinking, “You are out of your fucking mind!”

You understand now why he’s “the ex.”

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I Don’t Fuck Men who Fuck Men

I Don’t Fuck Men who Fuck Men

Everyone needs standards and this is my new one. Not that I’ve ever fucked a man who fucks other men (to the best of my knowledge) but there comes a time in your life when you realize there are some things that you can’t be cool with. And that is my limit.

I met a dude on Craig’s List from Lichtenstein. I don’t know much about Lichtenstein but I already like the place. It’s small unobtrusive and damn cool to say. Just say, “Lichtenstein” a few times.

He was in his late 30’s and was an investment banker. He looked relatively normal in his photo and I was intrigued even more after a 20 minute phone conversation in which he told me about Lichtenstein.

We went out for sushi a couple days ago. I thought I spotted a wedding ring on his hand, but I initially ignored it.

As we ate the fantastic sushi dinner he revealed that he was married and had a 12 year old daughter. When he told me that in my head I thought, “Not interested. It’s over.” But I carried on pretending to be interested. Hell, I even ordered dessert.

As we were sitting at table his phone rang.

“Your wife?” I joked.

He declined the call and smiled coyly. “Oh, you’ll never guess,” he said.

“Your butcher, your baker, your candlestick maker,” I said, fairly uninterested yet somewhat curious.

“No,” he laughed.

“Right. Then who?”

“Well,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I am really into transsexuals.”

“Oh cool,” I said as if I were hardly bothered.

But in my head I was saying, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! ARE THERE NO ‘NORMAL’ MEN IN LONDON? I’ve already had a tranny. I don’t want a tranny-lover.”

Lichtenstein dude went on to explain that he only likes the very feminine looking trannies. Oh, well THAT makes it okay!
And even though he’s from a quiet village in Lichtenstein and has polite Austrian wife and normal 12-year-old daughter, for the past 5 years on his business trips out of town he’s been fucking and getting fucked by chicks with dicks.

Hey, whatever floats your boat, but not on my watch. That’s where I draw the line.

I was terribly polite the rest of the evening but I thought. “There is NO WAY in HELL I’m sleeping with him.”

I don’t fuck guys who fuck other guys. End of.

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"Uncomplicated Oral Pleasure"

Frenimies and A-List Friends
Anjelika hates Instant Messenger
Getting over a break up
Anjelika introduces Wanda to Craig's list

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Monday, May 14, 2007

New York City Special

Wanda and Anjelika travel to New York City. Hear about their advenures.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Wanda Doesn't Masturbate - Audio

Wanda and Anjelika discuss:

- Fanny Butter
- Wanda doesn't Masturbate
- Imitation, the sincerest form of flattery
- Dating Millionaires vs Dating poor guys
- Sex in a MX 5 (Mazda Miata) ?
- Live show Wed May 9


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Sunday, May 06, 2007

Sushi Date Haiku

Sushi Date Haiku

A tale of last night's date in Haiku form.

Sushi Date Haiku #1:
Craig's list, N.S.A.
"Looking for sushi and sex"
Hundreds of e-mails.

Sushi Date Haiku #2:
Nobu very nice.
Canary Wharf is the shit.
Sea Bass, yum, yum, yum

Sushi Date Haiku #3:
Conversation: Good.
Food: It was quite fantastic.
Sex: Nothing went down.

Sushi Date Haiku #4:
Lonely Businessman.
Good food. Tiny portions. Left
hungry. No action.

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Friday, May 04, 2007

No Regrets

No Regrets

Is it wrong that I have no money and am unemployed yet I still have a cleaner?

I’ve been thinking about this for the past couple hours as the cleaner has been making my flat sparkle.

The last week in March the contract with the television company I was working for ended. So I’ve been unemployed since then. I got my last paycheck just before I left for Rio. Now I was keenly aware that my pay was the very last of my money I had but I went to Brazil anyhow.

So then I went to Rio and spent too much money. Mea Culpa. I could have played it safe and stayed in London. But there was something telling me “Go to Rio.” The thing is, even though I’m unemployed and have relatively little money, I don’t regret going. I don’t regret it at all. I do, however, reserve the right to retract that statement once I’m signing on.

Anyhow, I know this is a sex blog, but I have absolutely nothing to report. No news. No Sex. Just me being unemployed watching episodes of Sex and the City on V.O.D.

The episode “Ex and the City” from season 2 is a particular favorite of mine. In the episode, Big gets engaged to Natasha, AKA, “The idiot stick figure with no soul.”

Samantha: I’ve never been able to be friends with any man. Why would I? Women are for friendships. Men are for fucking.

Carrie: Honey, you have got to learn to form an opinion

Charlotte: Friendship is the bonus of a relationship. If they don’t want a relationship they don’t get me as a friend.

Carrie: So what? If you don’t make it as a couple you withhold your friendship as punishment?

Charlotte: Well you make it sound so bad

Samatha Black widow spiders bite the head off their mates when they’re through with them . I say withholding friendship is letting them off easy

Carrie Hey you imagine you guys instead of the whole breaking up scene, ‘Hey you come here [chomp] and you just bite their head off.’

Miranda: Believe me . I would love to be one of those people who’s all, ‘We loved thank you. You enriched my life. No go. Prosper!’ But I’m much more, ‘We didn’t work out. You need to not exist.’”



Okay, is there a girl alive who cannot relate to any of those statements?

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Thursday, May 03, 2007

Wanda Doesn't Masturbate

Wanda and Anjelika discuss:

- Fanny Butter
- Wanda doesn't Masturbate
- Imitation, the sincerest form of flattery
- Dating Millionaires vs Dating poor guys
- Sex in a MX 5 (Mazda Miata) ?


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