Sunday, March 24, 2013

Wow, it's been so long since I've written anything and maybe it's time to start again.  There have been many times when a burning topic comes up and I don't explore it.  Much has happened in the years past.  My business is on solid ground.   I no longer feel the need to vend at every and anything as my online and wholesale business is steady.  Relationships have evolved.  Dungeons and parties have come and gone and reinvented themselves. 

I know I'll need to revamp my page as half the bloggers and links don't mean anything anymore.

More to come.
Jo

Friday, September 11, 2009

When Disaster Strikes!

I'm sitting here waiting for my landlord to return home to fix my exploding toilet. I had just started a dye batch of Lolita Pink and went back to cutting up black nylon rope when I hear a burst of water spraying. At first, I think I forgot to shut the washing machine off and all my dye is going down the drain. Then, I realize it's coming from the bathroom.

I peek in and see an intense blast of water spray coming from the shut off valve hose. Luckily, I have half a brain and know how to stop the water flow. I throw towels on the floor to soak up the mess and unplug and move the little space heater I keep in the bathroom for cold mornings.

Shit. I start looking around the bathroom to see if I have any dildos or butt plugs laying around drying or waiting to be cleaned. Then I start moving all the bins and bags of rope to my bedroom so he can't see it all. I pack up the hemp in a box. Some stuff is still in the trunk of my car. I left it there as it is going to camp next weekend. I throw my bathrobe over a few big coils of rope. Okay, I scan the room for other things. A black latex dress, a corset, fuck me shoes all get thrown into my bedroom. I hope I've gotten it all or at least the worst of it. Bras, thongs, stockings hanging to dry all get moved.

Now I call my landlord on the phone and tell him what's happened. I examine the piping and explain to him where the plastic connector has split right under the tank. It's a simple job to fix it I think and I'm right.

He's actually stopped in and replaced the hose in a matter of minutes.

So just remember when disaster strikes, hide your dildos!

Monday, August 3, 2009

I'm Gonna Be In Pictures

Well, not me really, but my rope is. And not just porn, but in an art film.

David Lawrence called me last Saturday asking if I had some red hemp rope available. Luckily, I had just done a red dye batch mere days before he called. It wasn't cut up yet or anything, so his timing was great. Turns out he needed 240 feet for a film shoot in NYC on Wedsnesday. He's going to be doing the rigging in an alternate lifestyle film. He won't be in the film, but his work will. I'm eager to find out the title as I'm just going to have to go see it.

I met up with David in New Hope, Pa. just hours ago. One of our topics of conversation turned to The Floating World at which David will be teaching and I will be vending. I can't wait to see the size of the Dungeon, with equipment from the Black Phoenix and The Crucible.

It's interesting to me who uses my rope and what it gets used for. In the past month, I've had two different clothing designers buy bright colored synthetics for fashion shoots.



We always talk about pervertables, but what do we call it when someone de-perverts an item?
One woman bought a 100 feet of red 4mm hemp to cut up for book marks. Re-vanillaized? Born again hemp? Unperved? Depervertalized? It's almost as bad as the time I used my clover clamps on a potato chip bag. Hey, they were handy. It's my only excuse.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Boston Fetish Flea Market

I hadn't been to Boston in years and I was really looking forward to going there. The only time in fact that I'd ever been was years ago on a trip with the Girl Scouts.

Boston is clean. It's a really clean, attractive city yet the parking situation is horrible. Most parking spaces are reserved for the residents. Blocks and blocks are marked for resident parking stickers only. If I went back, I would negotiate the city differently.

The weather was great. I'd heard stores about the "meltorama" where the flea market was being held. The morning was cold and clear and as a result the unairconditioned market wasn't too warm. I loved the industrial bathroom. Exposed copper piping ran across brick walls and worn wooden beams added to the textures in the room.

There were a total of 4 rope vendors at the event. My sales were solid, but not anything out of the ordinary for what I would expect from a one day show. I'd go back. My purchase of the day was a silicone dildo in the shape of an octopus tentacle. Lindsey found an "I love anal" pin and promptly attached it to her shirt. I laughed as my "rope bitch" urged shoppers to buy my rope as she told them I was saving up for a kidney transplant.

I did a demo, which was lots of fun, and got t0 tie up two cute redheads. I swear I had them both done in 15 minutes flat. A few girls came by the booth wanting breast harnesses and buying the rope after the demo. Lots of newbies were buying their very first pieces of rope. I also ran into previous customers, some from Shibaricon and some from Dark Odyssey events.

Friday night we cheaped it out in a Motel 6 just outside the city limits. Saturday luxury awaited us as I had prepaid for a room at Le Meridian, one of the nicer hotels in Cambridge. I paid the fat hotel parking fee. I wasn't going to let thousands of dollars of rope sit out on the sidewalk. We were informed that as two queen beds weren't available I'd been upgraded to a suite with a King bed and a convertable queen size bed.

I also indulged at dinner at the Rendezvous just a few blocks away. Oysters, Bluefish, Fava Beans and Gnocchi were all great choices accompanied by the Italian white wine. I'm terrible at remembering the wines I ordered. I have however realized picking wines that sound like Porn Stars is not the way to go. Ahem, Rodney Strong.

I also discovered that Lindsey's bar tab might actually be worse than Jefferson's. Midnight brought an invasion of the minibar searching for gin and tonic. My crackberry roomate sent me down the hall in my nightie to get ice. "You, you sex thing, you're hot, you go out in the hall and get the ice." Twittering and emailing and talking away, she mutters, " I'd kill my mother for a lime." I shake my head and finish running credit cards on the computer while she finishes the port I brought upstairs from the bar. We talk and talk and talk, but eventually we tire out.

Some how we're hungry again and stuff our faces at the hotel buffet. We drive around Boston a bit as I want to get a feel for the city and see the harbor. We realize we're never going to find a parking space anywhere near the art Museum we want to see and decide to head home.

I think I could spend two weeks there, easy.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Tesfest 2009

Top Ten Fun Tesfest Happenings:

1. Getting staked to the lawn and tormented by Zelda and Uncle Marty.
2. Having my clothes cut off during a scene.
3. Getting to fuck Rita Seagrave at the non-bio gang bang. (What a hot bunch of women!)
4. Getting to kiss Rita at the gang bang. I think I actually enjoyed the kissing more.
5. Watching Naylon and his smoking cigar play on the patio.
6. Buying Boymeat at the Celebrity Auction for Zelda's Anniversary present.
(Three years! Which is fifteen in BDSM years.)
7. Giving Nix a self-suspension lesson.
8. Caning Zelda and then throwing her down on the floor to make out.
9. Getting an Uncle Marty spanking!
10. Winning the plaid short green kilt skirt at the auction for $40 bucks. Hilton tells me that skirt screams "spank me!"

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Four Strand Bavarian Blond



I'm so happy that I'm buried in raw hemp rope again. It took me months to find a new distributor after Ecolution fizzled out of rope. I still don't know what happened with them exactly, but I knew it was time to go on the hunt for alternative suppliers. I NEVER want to be dependent on just one supplier ever again.


My hemp rope drought ended in March. The four strand Bavarian shipped in from Munich on a Friday and the following Monday I was struggling to drag in hundreds of pounds of European hemp rope off my front porch. What a relief! I had 9 orders waiting to be filled and I got right to work.


In the above picture, the raw Bavarian is on the top of the pile. I was awed by how clean and pristine it is in it's raw, untreated stage. I processed it, (the lower pile on the left) and It truly is the nicest, most buttery soft, supple and delicious hemp rope I've ever had my hands on.
I'm offering it for $1.50 foot at Black Phoenix's Boot Camp on April 18th. For those of you who know how much this rope sells for on other sites, this is a really great deal. I'm tempted to keep most of it for myself, but business comes first.
The coils of rope on the bottom are 8mm on the left and 6mm on the right. The 8mm has a very golden color. Well, for those who thought you can't get 8mm, I have quite a bit.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Pussycat, Pussycat, I Love You


Many people like to indulge in animal play. Pony play and petting zoos are examples of the more popular ways I've seen it expressed. I've always felt like Zelda treats me like a pet. A few weeks ago I told her that is exactly what I put on my Fetlife profile. I'm also a niece to Uncle Marty and that's my other special relationship.


On the way back from Winterfire in February we stopped at the Coach Outlet in Maryland just past the Annapolis Bay Bridge. We always check out the clearance stuff in the back.


"Oh, Look at this!" she exclaimed as she picked up a pink and brown dog collar. I give her a dirty look as she puts it around my neck in the middle of the crowded store. It's on sale for 15 dollars and this kitty's getting a fancy collar.


The next time we play she puts it on me. It's comfortable and I know it is a symbol of her love and affection for me. And that's a whole 'nother topic, collars and what they mean. Zelda and I will be together for 3 years soon and it's a perfectly natural expression of our relationship for her to put a collar on me.


I get a phone call one day. "What kind of a cat are you?" She wants to know. "Are you a tiger, a cheetah, an alley cat, a Siamese cat? What kind of cat is my Jo-cat?" I think for a minute and I'm definitely no alley cat nor am I some huge wild beast. "I'm a regular house cat. A pampered indoor house cat. I am not running around outside fighting with other cats. I am a yellow tabby like my own cat, Carter." "Send me a picture of Carter", she says. I want to know what my cat looks like. Eh? I look down. I thought she knew what my pussy looks like already. But, okay, she wants a picture, she'll get a picture.


Last week a new Coach outlet opened up near her home. "I found a pink and brown leash to match your collar." She also got me an ID tag. Jo-cat it says. A cute little tag for my collar.

I am one special pussy. PURRRRRRrrrr.


The Black Phoenix Club in Philly is going to start having Pony Play, Animal Play nights on the third Saturday of the month, starting in May. I know Zelda's going to put my collar and leash on me that night. I'm proud to be her pussycat.