Cease and Desist

I think of myself as being as liberal. I am open. I am a free-thinker. I shy away from judging others.


Therefore, when it comes to sex, I will proudly support the full expression of your desires. Yet, in my world, I have identified a few situations where I can present a Cease and Desist order and I expect the recipient to comply. This doesn't mean that the activity can't continue, I simply want the activity to Cease and Desist in MY presence. IMMEDIATELY. 


The activity can "Get a Room!"


ONE         Dive Bar Girl-on-Girl Action 


I put a few dollars into the juke box to and got the dive bar a rockin'. I took a quick bathroom break and walk in to see: FULL woman on woman action. Not your curvaceous, drunken, girl-on-girl-action. It was sweaty, fat and biker grandma types going to town! I know, big girls need loving too. Especially after a long, hard  day of drinking. But when you are so fat that you can't close the bathroom stall door to hide your girl-on-girl lovin', please cease and desist from doing it in the dive bar bathroom.


Walking in on girl-on-girl action of that magnitutde....it is simply, impossible to get it out of your head! No amount good vibes in the juke boxes or shots of jaiger could rid one of those images.

TWO         It's all Good 'till the Anal Beads Come Out


I am all for expressing sexuality in each and every way. I hit up a club off Santa Monica Boulevard. The DJ's opening act was an S&M show. I applauded the 300 pound, 6'4, chubby man, wearing a vinyl corset and a tutu and six-inch heeled black boots as he walked on stage. He led the show, a dominatrix of sorts. Let's call him Dom-Dude.

Watching the show with the wonderment of a child at the zoo, I noticed that the music got intense and Dom Dude took a break. The DJ picked up where Dom Dude left off and the crowd started swaying. When the show started again, Dom Dude brought 2 attractive girls on stage with the mandatory whips.  I noticed a string of rubber black anal beads, each the size of my fist, make a disappearing act into DomDude's derriere. And here I, Raquel, would present an order to Cease and Desist. But I didn't have one....


After a few minutes, the beads reemerged. Let me say that the "exit strategy" wasn't smooth. And things were flying around that I wish to this day I never had seen.




THREE     It's all Good till the Fat Man in the Wheelchair Pulls out a Paddle


In my "I will try anything 3 times" phase, I had a hankering for goth clubs. I like the clothes, dig wearing black and goth clubs give me a valid excuse to wear my platform combat boots as if they were daily wear. Mainly, the clubs were the perfect wedge between bar hopping and after-hours.


I had a mad crush on a go-go dancer who rocked to Nine Inch Nails. He had pierced nipples, black electrical tape spelling S-I-N down his chest and leather pants and was hotter than Rose McGowan and Dita Von Teese combined. I quickly made his club a stop on my night time itinerary. One night, the club had a noticably different crowd.  The main floor was filled with older, much more rotund people, with whips and paddles and various S&M paraphernalia.  I made a beeline for the upstairs dance floor. Only to be stopped by a woman resembling St. Pauly's girl older-uglier-bigger-sister. She smiled. I smiled back and turned to go to the dance floor. She promptly spanked me. 


Shocked! No one had ever done that to me before. Soon after, I felt a nudge on my ankle. A fat man, with glasses and in a wheelchair, St. Pauly's male consort, pulled out a paddle. My new pasty friends offered many variations of experimentation, and NO was clearly not an option. NOW this would have been THE perfect time to serve them with a cease and desist order!

Explore S&M or live it! I thank St. Pauly's girl older-uglier-bigger-sister and her fat wheelchair date, singlehandedly shattered my visions of leather clad modelesque men and woman resembling Conan the Barbarian and Zena the Princess Warrior as people living the S&M or BDSM lifestyle.  


And now, every time I see a ping pong table, I recoil in horror.


Cease and Desist!
Get a room! DAMNIT!!! 




-Raquel