Monday flooding

Referring to my inbox, and San Francisco (not to mention Napa and every town near a Northern California river right now). It’s *still* raining. Trees falling on cars by my house; my back fence came down during the night. It rained all day yesterday, too, but that was fine because I was hung over and decided to spend the first day of 2006 cuddling with myself under a blanket and reading James Ellroy.

I spent New Year’s at Laughing Squid HQ with lots of friends. No naked New Year for me, but it was still nice, full of love and warmth, and low-key. What was the hot thing everyone was talking about? Second Life.

Today I see that one of my favorite sites, Crooks and Liars tells us that their most downloaded clip of 2005 was the Kayne West Concert for Hurricane Relief clip. Which makes Mike Meyers the Most Uncomfortable White Man of 2005. If I was going to AVN this year (which I’m definitely not), I’d wear my “Kayne Was Right” shirt, and like eight people would be really stoked I did. (Crooks and Liars scoops the media all the time on news stories; a recent breaker was the Uzbekistan UK-US torture memo blogger revolt; elaborated here.)

Few have reported on it yet, but I had an extra reason to celebrate saturday night — last wednesday a US District Judge ruled that the changes to 2257 are unenforceable. That means Tribe can eat crow, and the legal battle will still rage, but it’s a big victory. Jason Schultz points me to a nice legal wrapup here.

Apple returned me to iTunes. I made a list of goals for my upcoming year. One biggie is to make some changes to Tiny Nibbles: I want to add a sitewide search; I want to get the entire site translated in Spanish (as 1 in 4 Californians speak Spanish); French would be nice, too. I’ve been working for over a year on my AI robot and I need help formatting her into an HTML page (I know *nothing* about forms) and beta testers for an oversexed artificial intelligence being who still has a touch of Turrets. I want to learn to play the trumpet. I want to do more pinup modeling. My accountant lied to me for the past year about fees and filing and now I owe thousands to the government for her fuckups, so I seriously need to figure out some new revenue streams (and no, she won’t return my calls, so shocking). I want to write a novel, which I’m already outlining — I’ll self-publish if I don’t find a publisher I like. I want to take more sex ed classes and update/reset my internal sex ed programs. I want to teach more, as well. Some time this year, I’ll have to help move the entirety of SRL, which will be insane.

Image: Dahmane.

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MIA from iTunes

I’m getting a lot of emails like this tonight:

“Hi Violet,
I really enjoyed your “quickie” and when I saw you also had OSS26 I went to itunes but could not find it there. (…) I tried to search on “sex” and “open source” in the itunes podcasts but could not find ANY of your work there! What Gives?”

Also, another: “This is so frustrating, I don’t know how you deal with it.”

No kidding — but in the time it took for me to check iTunes, write this post, and check again, my podcast was put back into iTunes (but with no #26: New Year’s podcast, which I downloaded from iTunes earlier this afternoon). So my podcast was off iTunes for several hours, so weird. I really appreciate everyone helping me keep an eye on this strangeness; iTunes seems hella buggy — but I have to wonder while I sit here waiting for my hair to set before going out, *who* at Apple has to work on New Year’s?

My dear, ever-subtle friend Thomas emails me with the best New Year’s wishes, a message worth sharing with the world:

“Have a debauched and hopefully drunken NYE celebration without me. Try not to puke on the Baby New Year. Remember: HE IS NOT THE BABY JESUS. Puking on babies is something good girls save for the Baby Jesus alone.”

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Naked New Year podcast

Wait — I’m not naked. Not yet anyway. But listen, and get inspired before the ball drops! text:

Last quickie of 2005! A special story just for tonight: “Naked New Year” by Dante Davidson — including hot public sex in the cool night air, delicious oral sex and an unusual spanking technique. Happy New Year everyone — and thank you for listening, and for all of your warmth and heartfelt support. It’s been quite a year, and I feel like you and I, dear listeners, are doing something really amazing here. Image: Siege @

Open Source Sex 26 (MP3)

* I seem to be dropped from the iTunes search interface. My page is still there though direct link, but the usual searches for “violet blue” and “open source sex” and even “sex” in the “podcasts” genre make it look like I’m no longer listed in iTunes. Anyone else having this problem? Email me: violet at tinynibbles dot com

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Books I loved this year

I read a lot of sex books, but when I want to depornosaturate my brain, I read a lot of non-sex books. Though I’ll admit that for a book to be exciting to me, there needs to be some sort of sexual, criminal or horror component; a book without these things is like food without salt. Sure, it keeps your blood pressure down, but… here are a few favorites I read (or re-read) in 2005:

The Crimson Petal and the White (read it twice) and Under The Skin by Michael Faber * Stormy Weather (3rd reading) and Strip Tease (2nd reading) by Carl Hiaasen * Dead Reckoning: The New Science of Catching Killers by Baden + Roach * The Da Vinci Code and Deception Point by Dan Brown * Middlesex: A Novel by Jeffrey Eugenides * What the Corpse Revealed: Murder and the Science of Forensic Detection by Hugh Miller * Dark Ladies by Fritz Lieber * Unnatural Death: Confessions of a Medical Examiner by Michael Baden * Cat Owner’s Manual by Brunner, Stall, Kepple, Buffum * Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith (2nd reading) by Jon Krakauer * Slammerkin (2 readings) by Emma Donoghue * The Dress Lodger by Sheri Holman * Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach (2nd reading) * JG Ballard: Quotes (endlessly thought-provoking) by Vale + Ryan * The Field Guide to Tools by John Kelsey * The Fig Eater by Jody Shields * Carter Beats the Devil by Glen Gold * Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy * The Simple Art of Murder by Raymond Chandler * I also re-read all my still-awesome Sin City comics (which I have in original form, not this fancy box set!)

Image: must-see Film Rotations Sin City Comparisons

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I’m good with a whip, too

Cat’s coming out of the bag: Jackson points out to me that if you read today’s San Francisco Examiner, you’ll see this in P.J. Corkery’s column:

“, that daily gallimaufry of things San Francisco, showed that San Francisco hospitality isn’t just an old-school drill – by jamming ’em in jolly down at Otis, the Otis elevator size club on Maiden Lane. That makes for intimate mixing. Weighing in on the seminarlike salon: Matt Gonzalez … law partner Whitney Leigh. … SFist co-editors Eve Batey and Rita Hau. … That Liebling of the blogs, Jon Shurkin, and founding genius Jackson West … Maiden Lane’s been cleaned up since the Gold Rush days when it was a street of stews, but one argument fit the old themes: Wade Lagrone of was chewed out by local sexpert Violet Blue (and lawyer Jason Schultz) over changes that Tribe has made to cozy up to new fed obscenity regulations. Very hot talk. …”

Goodness, there were a lot of witnesses. Scott Beale remarked to me afterward that he was very bummed he didn’t have his camera on hand. Also after, Jason told me I’d make a good lawyer because I was relentless with Tribe’s esteemed marketing pawn. In my own defense, I was minding my own business at the holiday party (in 8″ heels and sock garters) when Lagrone interrupted me. He apparently came to the party to confront me “off the record”; at first I pretended not to see him to avoid a holiday party bloodbath but he insisted on making me talk to him and jumping right into a 2257 policy discussion. I was very excited to challenge him to every bit of bullshit about this whole thing, from start to present; I didn’t care who heard or saw. So I did. Jason Schultz just happened to walk into the party mid-confrontation; he calmly walked up, folded his coat over his arm, listened for a minute, and joined in.

When Jason was finished calmly and bemusedly grilling (receiving what people called later “oh shit” looks from the Tribe man), Jason took a spot on a nearby couch. (I’m just getting to know Jason, but our timing in countering Lagrone’s bullshit and not letting up on him was… unexpectedly awesome.) I finished with Lagrone, who kept insisting on trying to get my sympathy about their poor plight. (I hate it when people try to get me to agree with them about something I obviously don’t, just so they can feel better, or at least feel like they “got” me.) I told him “I am not talking to you about 2257 anymore.” He wouldn’t stop, going on about how it’s just awful they have to do this and decide the fate of gay tribes and artwork, etc. I told him several times to stop talking to me about it because I was getting very angry. I had to ask him at least three times that I can remember to stop talking to me until I finally ended it in a somewhat ugly way.

I was fuming. I told him something along the lines of, “I *said*, we’re not talking about this anymore. It doesn’t matter now. Now that you’ve lumped obscenity and sexually explicit conduct together, 2256 and 2257, with your site’s content filtering policy, you are going to be very VERY busy. Good luck to you.” He kept talking about it as I was turning away. Some men don’t know how to leave a woman alone, even after she tells him to repeatedly. I finally said, not nicely, “I *told* you we’re not talking about this anymore. I do not agree with you, and that’s the end of it. Someday you won’t work for Tribe anymore, and I’ll be seeing you around town for quite a while I’m sure. So good luck. You’re going to need it.”

Don’t confront me if you don’t want a fight. And do your fucking homework if you do.

(best part: me = no panties that night.)

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10 minutes on a website

From SRL cohorts, this, leading to: Tortura. Listen to the sexy MP3 — whipping put to jazz was never so sexy! Even stranger, “sound effects of US Air Force firepower“, “Instant Insanity Drugs” (too late for some of us), “Suicide Prevention” (opposite effect), and the NSFW album cover of all time, “The Sensuous Black Woman meets The Sensuous Black Man“. Nice cock, but I’ve got to get my jive on. (And isn’t this Edward Gorey artwork?)

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