Connie didn’t really pay attention to her dinner.  She wasn’t trying to prove to Joe she was a light eater and the food that she did taste was delicious, but all she could think about was looking into his bold brown eyes and getting lost in them.  If someone had quizzed her about what they had talked about the last few hours she wouldn’t have had a clue.  She tried to remember, but there was something about Joe that made her get lost and all she could think about was his hands and mouth exploring her body.  She should come to her senses and realize it was just a first date, but she didn’t want to.  She wanted to keep thinking about him the way she had from the moment their hands touched.  She at least realized it was time to ration the wine before she said or did something that would embarrass her.  After a few minutes, it was obvious from the look on the server’s face that they were over staying their welcome, so they reluctantly went out into the cool night air.  Joe didn’t want to keep her standing in the cold, but he didn’t want the night to end either so he took the bold step of asking if it was ok if they went back to her place. He knew it sounded way more forward than he wanted to be, but he couldn’t see himself just driving her home and thanking her for a great evening.  And great it had been, he just wanted to keep it going for as long as he could.   Connie didn’t even think a second when he asked, she accepted his offer with excitement knowing they were not going to say good night just yet.

It is Wednesday night, and I am typ’, typ’, typing away…

Tanisha and Nubi, the stripper and the voluptuous intrigue, both have failed to return my phone calls or follow through with any plans we made.

Yes, I was stood up.

Oh, well, right? Shit happens, but life goes on. Life is a bitch, but at least she is good in bed. Attitude determines your altitude. Extraordinary is ordinary with extra…

Enough of the positivity already! LOL

Tanisha, the stripper, was probably stringing me along so she could get more money from me at the titty club. I can understand the tactic – most men are motivated by the prospect of sex. But, I am an eclectic man, and dangling the carrot of sex in front of me does not motivate me. Instead, I simply go to where I can get the sex. And, when I do find the sex, it is the sex, not the illusion or promise, that motivates me.

Nubi, the voluptuous intrigue, probably spoke with someone she knows and heard some kind of statement like, “And, he’s married? I’d be careful. If he is divorcing, you don’t want to get in that mess. And, if he’s still married, you don’t need to be fooling around with some married man.”

Nubi told me she would like to get together with me over Labor Day weekend. Well, she never called me back to let me know when we could hook up.

I am not one who will chase a girl. Yes, I like chasing tail, but I do not put myself out chasing one particular girl. So, my response to Tanisha’s and Nubi’s lack of response was to permanently erase their numbers from my phone. Erasing their numbers was actually part of my Drunken Frustration night. I was feeling a little depressed from the thought that any woman would not be attracted to me and wish to spend time with me. After getting drunk, I quickly did not give a shit. In my anger, I erased their contact information and cleared my recent calls, permanently erasing all traces of their numbers. The next morning, suffering a hangover, I was a bit frustrated having erased their numbers. But then, my KMA quality in my personal character kicked in and kicked them no good girls out of my mind.

What is KMA? It is a powerful governing value I live my life by. K-M-A are the initials to a personal saying, “Kiss my ass.” That’s right, baby. Kiss my ass!

(Now playing… Black Velvet by Melissa Etheridge)

Yesterday, I met another girl at a McDonald’s where my work crew took our afternoon break.

She is a BBW girl with an incredibly pretty face and a very high standard of fashion. She has blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and rose colored lips. The other guys did not find her attractive as a woman they would hit on or fuck. But, they did admit she has a pretty face.

How we met…

The crew and I went to McDonald’s for our afternoon break after checking and clearing storm grates during an all-day rain, yesterday.

Entering the establishment, I noticed Sam sitting alone at a booth reading a magazine. As we ate, I would casually look over at her. Casually, but not hiding.

The crew and I had finished eating, but I was not satisfied and returned to the counter for a Dollar Menu item. Returning with my double cheeseburger, I picked up everyone’s trays and trash at our table. After dumping the trays, I casually walked over to the booth where Sam was quietly sitting and reading.

My hand hovered near her tray, giving the impression that I would pick it up. Not wanting to be rude, I asked with a smile, “Are you done with this, sweetheart?”

As if I were a ghost, she sharply looked up at me, agape. For a moment, I did not think she would answer. Maybe she is deaf and I startled her. Maybe she does not like strange men approaching her. Or, maybe I just fucked up and walked myself right into a women’s lib advocate lying in ambush for the next unsuspecting man for her to castrate.

“Yes, I am. Thank you,” she said with pleasantness and sweetness in her tone. The words rolled smoothly and gently off her moist, pink lips. Eye contact between us let me see a sparkle in her eye with a hint of sexual arousal.

My eyes lingered on her for just a brief moment, and then I promptly and gentlemanly removed her tray.

I returned to the table where my crew was sitting, and I finished my double cheeseburger.

(Now playing… one of my favorite songs… Driving My Life Away by Rhett Akins)

Now, the crew and I had been boisterous with wit and silliness since entering the McDonald’s. However, it was only after I had initiated some kind of acquaintance with Sam that she began responding to our raucous, laughing at our jokes, rolling her eyes, and shaking her head.

She was showing interest.

Finished eating, the guy on my crew that I am most sociable with had to use the restroom. Doing so required him to walk right by Sam. As the rest of crew went outside, I acted like I was going to use the bathroom, too. Except, upon reaching Sam’s table, I allowed my co-worker to proceed as I paused and asked her with a smile, “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

“No. Please,” she responded with equal charm as her first words. I sat down, turning my body so I could rest my back against the wall, hanging my boots over the open end of the bench seat, and using the table as an arm rest.

There we sat together in her booth. She commented enjoying my antics with my crew, as I seemed to be the comedian of the bunch. She shared with me her love of football and the articles she was reading in her sports magazine, Sports Illustrated. She did not care that I do not follow football, but enjoyed laughing when I jokingly asked if she was a sports agent.

I enjoyed her attention, loveliness, beauty, and wonderful smile.

She gave me courtesy; she gave me respect. She gave me affection.

We exchanged names, but did not have an opportunity to discreetly exchange contact information due to the return of my co-worker.

At this time, I do not wish to share my sexual discontent and marital trouble with my co-workers. Therefore, I do not collect or share that kind of information with females when I am in the presence of my co-workers.

She told me where she works, and it is right across the street from the McDonald’s. I tried calling, today, but only received a recorded message explaining a list of representatives and their respective phone numbers.

I hope to see Sam, again. Perhaps she and I will hit things off, huh? No need hold my breath, as time will prove the course.

I like quotes, so here are some I wrote. Perhaps they will continue the hope of fleeting love’s return:

1. Be the person you want to be, live the life you want to live, and you will have those things true to your heart.
2. It is within you.
3. When it is time, it will happen.
4. What a person says is equally important as what a person does not say.
5. Life and love is like breathing.

(Now playing… (I’m Just a) Redneck in a Rock N Roll Bar by Jerry Reed)

This song reminds me—Jerry Reed, country music artist and actor, recently died. I think his passing is a real shame. I like his movies, especially Smokey and the Bandit, and his music. I can not say I have all of his music, but I have some of his albums on mp3.

* * * DISCLAIMER: by the author stating that he enjoyed a BBW’s “attention, loveliness, beauty, and wonderful smile” does not imply that the author no longer objectifies women. In the author’s personal beliefs, women are still sexual objects, property to be owned, and in the service of man. He still defines the phrase, “It is what is on the inside that counts,” as, “It is what is inside them clothes that counts.”

If you found the above disclaimer offensive, please read the second disclaimer for a politically correct explanation that is more sensitive to your concern.

* * * DISCLAIMER: Hey, kiss my ass!

That is how you effect the KMA governing value.

These weird thoughts just came to mind, dunno from where - what is this obsession men have with BBWs? Ok wikipedia would inform you BBW = Big Beautiful Women, but c'mon we all know what it actually is 'big breasted women.' So why do men have this obsession for big boobs. No that's a serious question.

Somebody explain this to me. Isn't it true that a fat women would by default have a considerably big size (for lack of more decent words). Does that mean this popular interest men have for big bs (what? What did I say?) is in effect an interest in fat girls?

But last I checked fat = ugly. One thing men say, and I know it as a matter of fact, is this, "Oh! I don't like skinny women but they should have a decent figure, should not look unhealthy."

Now question is what are the chances of a girl with decent figure having big bs? Will she have it naturally or would she have to get some silicon. Also when you get those siliocon does it function normally? As in can you breast feed a child?

Talking about this fetish look what I found, Boobpedia. Surprises me so much to see what all things are the people of this world engage in. I mean boobpedia of all things. And if you visit one of the orkut communities man is it enlightenment or is it enlightenment. From Incest to pedophiles ask what is not there. People narrating stories of how they got fucked by their parents or raped their sisters. I wonder is it all for real? Do people really have such bizarre fetishes?

Though I have a quite a liberal view on incestuous relationships. Sometime back we saw this play by Marathi play writer Vijay Tendulkar, 'Silence! Court is in session.' After the show I was discussing the play with my  friend. While talking about the protagonist he said, "well it's not her fault. After all at 15 she didn't know that it was wrong for her to fall in love with her maternal uncle. She didn't even know what is an incestuous relationship."

That's one way to look at it and invoke sympathy for the protagonist. The other way to look at is to question who said incestuous relationship is bad. That is also is set by one of us no? It is society who set the rule. To this my friend said, "well it has been occassionally scientifically proven that incestuous relationship gives birth to unhealthy life."

Is the only purpose of two people being in a relationship is to produce babies? Can't their be any other purpose. If two people, in this context the protagonist and her maternal uncle, decide to be in an incestuous relation without posing any threat to their own life or any future life why should that be a problem for the society?

I kind of went off track. Well I never had a track. I was just writing what I was thinking. I was thinking atype. I guess after quite some time I am blogging just because I want to without worrying too much about the quality of the post or the size or whether it would attract enough traffic and shit like that. I am back to my innocent days of blogging when I didn't have any readers and I used to write such long rants.

More such reckless posts are on the way... Meanwhile on 'This is my mind' I wrote about how it makes me happy to see Bush showing the middle finger to Narendra Modi.

I can battle for the rights of almost anyone diversity-wise. I've gone on protests for gay rights (I'm not gay), defended against ageism and sexism, but I never seem to be able to stand up for fat rights. Except for nudism.

How weird is that? Regardless of my own physical size, I've been a nudist my whole adult life. This includes going out in public and shedding my clothes among crowds of other human beings. But I can't stand up in the workplace and insist that we have meeting room chairs that don't cut painfully into my hips.

When I read about other (mostly) women who gain ten pounds and won't be caught dead in a swimsuit, it kind of mystifies me. Applying logic to this, however, I realize that the real mystery is in my ability to be naked while fat.

But tonight, I can't figure it out. I may also never even try. Instead, I'm off to the Forest Sauna, so I can commune with the little woodland creatures.

All of us naked, of course.

 Should I make extra trips to the university this year? I'm planning on going there friday because I have to go out and do some work out that direction, so I figured I should wait and go the the university on the day it'll be convenient, but then I saw all these college girls at Wal-Mart this evening and got inspired to go tommorrow too! I need to go there a lot now while the weather's still warm, right?
  How much do you guys all like college bbws? For those of you who've browsed through blackstreetbbw.com's videos, how much did you like of the college candid bbw videos I've made? You want more, right?
Keeping in mind that I have to make a relatively LONG journey to get to the university, do you think I really should make some extra trips over there like I think, or should I just stay at home and update the site tomorrow and just go sometimes? In other words I guess, do I need to make a chapeter of blackstreetbbw focused on the university this year? (You know, until it gets too cold outside to walk around out there.)

The anticipation of the night to come was driving Connie crazy and if she looked up at the clock on the wall one more time she swore she would see time moving backwards.  Connie had met Joe in the most innocent of ways.  Her best friend had thrown one of those “let’s group all my single friends together and see what sticks” kind of parties that she hated, but only went to out of loyalty to her friend.  She never did well at those kinds of things.  While she was strong and authoritative at work, talking to men in a forced social situation was difficult for her.  Her shyness made it difficult to get that all important eye contact going and she just couldn’t take that bold first step like most women could.  Luckily attending her friend’s party had been different in many ways.  She hadn’t been nervous because she really had no expectations of meeting anyone.  She was going because she cared about Scott and she would help him manage the party, and that was all.  The night had been going well; good drinks and food, lots of laughter and a group of people that meshed well.  She was happy she decided to come because despite herself she was having a great night.   As she was helping to clean up in the kitchen, she had that sudden feeling of being watched.  Her back was to the door, but she could swear she felt eyes on her ample, round, backside. She was just about to turn around and meet the eyes head on, when she heard a very gentlemanly voice say, “Excuse me.”  Connie turned around with a kind smile instead of the more unkind one she had been thinking of earlier.  There he stood. She didn’t know anything about him yet, but just the warmth in his eyes and soft smile made him someone she wanted to get to know. “I’m sorry to bother you but I’ve noticed you have really been doing a lot for Scott tonight and I was wondering if I could help.”  Connie was taken aback for a second, but she wasn’t going to turn down an offer to help from someone she had an instant desire to get to know better.  She offered him the towel and he took the time honored role of dish dryer for the mountain of wine glasses that seemed to have appeared on the counter.   Joe jumped right in on small talk, telling her his vitals and that he had just moved to town recently and was new at Scott’s office.  She shared a bit about her and how she always seemed to end up in Scott’s kitchen cleaning after one of his famous parties.  When she handed him the last glass, their hands innocently touched and the shock was surprising.  What was it about this man that she barely knew that seemed to make her almost vibrate with desire? That touch was enough to send waves of pleasure through her body and right to that special spot between her thighs.  She put out a soft gasp and Joe looked at her with one raised eyebrow to make sure that she was ok.  She waved him off with a gentle smile and turned to busy herself with some imagined spot on the counter to give her a few seconds to catch her breath.  She could feel his eyes on her again, but this time she didn’t get nervous about his perusal and actually gave him a few more seconds than normal to take her in.  When she turned around, she noticed it was hard for Joe to take his eyes off of her and look her in the eye, and the thought of that brought those same sparks back through her body.  He caught her gaze and in a slightly husky voice asked if it would be ok if they had dinner one evening since he had enjoyed their dishwashing conversation.  She accepted his invitation and they made plans to meet for dinner after work the next day.

Connie stood in her bathroom, damp from her shower that washed away all of the long day at work.  She ran her fingers through her long brown hair, watching the damp ends spring to life with soft curls.  Her left hand trailed down her neck and across the tops of her ample breasts.  She didn’t hate her body, but she knew that her curvy hips and round soft tummy might not be supermodel beautiful, but she liked how her body looked womanly like a great Renaissance painting.   She loved to feel the soft, delicate pink skin of her breasts as her hand caressed and wondered what it would be like to have Joe’s hands on her body.  Her fingertips traced a line down her chest and across her soft tummy down to the spot between her thighs.  With every inch, she thought of Joe and his hands replacing her own.  She barely knew him yet she could feel his warm touch as it massaged her breasts, playfully tweaking her nipples until they perked to attention.  She moaned softly at the thought.  Her fingertips explored her soft lips and she could feel her moisture grow as she thought of Joe using his long fingers to open her and find her clit to massage her to one strong wave of pleasure after another.  Her fingers moved in quick circles on that special spot driving her wild and the waves of pleasure were so strong she could barely keep standing even though she was leaning against the wall with her leg on the side of the tub.  Connie moaned as she took her fingers and continued exploring her wetness, slowly guiding one finger within her depths.

but i am back! and i am glad to be back :) i have been asked a few times why do i do this? what is so appealing to being a phone sex worker?

well my answer is this:
i have always wanted a job that can be fun, and that i get paid for doing. ive always wanted a job where people actually appreciate what i do, and show that appreciation in their own way. whether it be having a mind blowing orgasm or buying my foot fetish videos, i love that guys out there appreciate what i do. i also do this job because where else can i be this free and be open? porn, i suppose, but it is really hard to break into porn. and i really do enjoy the personal connections i make with my guys! they all bring out a different side of me, which is the fun part. i can be naughty and nice, sweet and innocent, or be that bitchy black domme that you desperately need.

so that is my answer. im a very big advocate for expressing yourself sexually, and i love to express myself. doing this not only allows me to express myself, but it also allows me to cater to different things that most people don't. like cuckolding, bbw, size queens, face sitting and all of that

phone sex is fun, and healthy. there is nothing wrong with calling your fantasy girl for a good time. hey, it's alot safer than hooking up with a hooker. there is no chance of contracting/spreading std's! lol.

well that is all i have to say for tonight!
im not on the phones tonight, but will be back tomorrow.

be sure to visit me at at my niteflirt page-seasanscurves

or visit the test site of my personal page! (will be launched soon) my website

have a good and sexy night!

Anywho... getting back on track...

I have met many people in life that have transformed into something greater than they previously were. I am talking about people who may have been poor, unattractive or shy in school and then as an adult has transformed into a wealthy, gorgeous socialite who knows no limits. I have also met people who have been raised in the shadow of success and have never went without and don't even comprehend the meaning of struggle. Through all of the different people that I have met, I notice that there is one very common characteristic between a large majority (I'd say 90%) of them and that's their pretentiousness. Let me speak freely and tell you that there is nothing more unattractive to me than an egotistical blow-hard! Now for the other 10% of successful individuals who can maintain their sanity, I have nothing for the utmost respect and appreciation.

The thing is... I can sometimes understand why people who were born with a silver spoon in their mouth can get away with thinking they are better than everyone else, they don't know any better, but I will NEVER understand how people who know what it 's like to be on the bottom can EVER look down upon or act in a manor that is demeaning to the people around them. I truly do look at people on a very equal level. I feel like this... we are ALL flawed, we all bleed red and we all can lose everything we have in the blink of an eye... as humans our lives are delicate and can be shattered instantaneously! This fact in itself should be enough to humble any soul.

I say all of that to say this... I was a poor, strung out kid who grew up in the slums of foster care. I struggled with dangerous living circumstances and addiction on a daily basis and as a teenager I was a HOTT MESS! I worked hard, got emancipated and moved straight out of the slums to white suburbia! I went to college and made a life for myself that I never dreamed possible... sh@t, I never thought I would turn 18, let alone become successful.  Years later I don't work in corporate America anymore, but I am doing what I love and I am living my life the way I chose in the way that makes me happy. I have no regrets and I make no excuses for who I am, no one should! No matter where life takes me I will always be exactly who I am, no more and no less. I am just 1 person in a world of millions and if Hollywood was swallowed up by an earthquake, it wouldn't matter if I was homeless or Hillary Clinton, I would die all the same.

Looking around at all of the people that surround me and those that I observe from all walks of life, I notice that very few individuals really know what it is to be humble. I believe that everyone at some point in time has been humbled, but to be a humble person is a completely different story. I will never forget where I came from, therefore I know I will continue to appreciate everyday as it come and every person for who they are. Today I find that it's the people in my life that keep me the most humble as I am so appreciative and grateful for each and every one of them. I know that in this life anything can be taken away in an instant, I never want to take anything or anyone for granted. So at the end of the day I say living humble is the only way to live. Be appreciative of what you have because if you think you're beyond the reach of "life", life will be the one to serve you a super-sized slice of humble pie!

Why must you be so immature? Why must you make things more difficult than they have to be? What is it that drives you to feel compelled to speak on me when you don't even really know me? I have news for you sweetie... people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, as your own house can and will shatter around you! I am who I am and I am not ashamed of what I do. If I was afraid of someone finding out what I do for a living I would be more careful about putting my face all over the internet, magazines and DVD! I understand that once you make the decision to put something on the internet it will ALWAYS be there in some form or fashion. Don't be surprised if something pops back up with you in it one day! With that said, when it comes to my personal life it i still MY choice who I divulge information to... not yours!

If you have made your choice to be vindictive and bitter, then understand that you will be held accountable for your actions. To speak poorly of me and my character shows that you are the one that in fact lacks in character. Of course I have yet to observe any type of substantial character on your part. I'm sure under different circumstances you are a kindhearted person, but it is at times like this when someones true character is revealed. It's not the situations that we go through that build our character, it's how we deal with them that defines it.

You are the past, I am the future... accept it and move forward! I respect the relationship that once was and I would expect you to be adult enough to respect the relationship that IS! It would be beneficial on everyone's behalf if you would accept the fact that I am not going anywhere, just as I have accepted your role in my life. Yes, I said your role in MY life. Regardless of any other relationship, we will have one of our own. I am not the enemy, in fact I can actually be quite an ally.

When exiting someones life there is proper etiquette, as it seems you are unaware, here are a few tips you should take just for your own benefit.

1. Nobody is the only one to blame; each person takes ownership of their own parts. You can't begin or end a relationship by yourself. So, reflect and acknowledge your part and stop playing the blame game.
2. Revenge is not the business... you will inevitably end up being bitch slapped by karma. When you try to take revenge on someone you will undoubtedly be the one that suffers in the end. Everyone around you sees what you are doing, even if you are delusional enough to think it's ok because they deserve it. (i.e. your child will resent you for using them as a bargaining chip and people will lose their respect for you for not being a bigger person.)
3. Don't make things more difficult than they have to be. Talking shit amongst mutual friends, avoiding necessary conversation, holding belongings hostage, inviting others to get involved to stir up more drama and trying to sabotage the other persons relationships are all examples of unnecessary conduct. Making a spectacle of yourself just to get attention should be left up to the toddlers that don't know any better!
4. Find new friends, unless they were your friends prior to the relationship. It is incredibly awkward and selfish to put people in a situation where they are forced to take sides. People may try to reach out because they are trying to be nice, but don't be "the one" who doesn't get it! C'mon, we've all invited someone somewhere just to be nice... get a clue!
5. Move on and take an active role in rebuilding your life, don't sit around and wait for a new life to come to you.

Relationships sometimes fail... it doesn't make either person a "bad" person, it just means that you weren't a good match, that's it! Stop whining about how horrible things were in the past and make a positive effort to make better changes for the future. You can't make someone love you if they don't, plain and simple. Without trying to sound insensitive and I can't reiterate it enough... it's time for you to move on because we already have!

I was raised by my mother as a semi-single parent... shocker, I've never met my sperm donor. I say semi-single because I can never remember her without a man of some sort, she was/is a very codependent woman. As a child I had endured severe emotional, physical and sexual abuse. Most abuse came from the men in our lives, some came directly from her. As my age grew barely into the double digits, I was taken from my mother and placed into foster care. Now people have there own thoughts on foster care as these are just mine. I see foster home as most people look at motels, a temporary shelter in which you pay (in a child's case the state pays) to be lodged. To be quite honest foster parents are generally out to get a check and could really care less about who you are or why you're there. On the other hand I have met a handful genuinely good people.

As most young foster kids, I tended to cling to the older kids. I have always looked older because of my height and at the rate in which I developed early on. Since I associated with the older kids, I did what the older kids did and it usually involved some type of substance or illegal activity. As a preteen, I was a full blown drug addict and it progressed from there. By the time I was an actual teenager I had overdosed and had experienced things no one should ever experience. I was a runaway, a drug runner and a junkie. I had witnessed or endured rape, death and more violence that I care to speak of. I don't want to dive too much into my past, I just want to give a brief glimpse of my environment.

Growing up this way one can understand why I may have a skewed perception of life in general, not to mention trust, love, patience... all the things that you are supposed to learn as a child. In my life trust meant that if you started foaming at the mouth someone would drop you off in front of the ER before you quit breathing. Nothing was your own, if someone else wanted it they took it. Men took what they wanted, when and where they wanted it. Adults were worse than the street kids... shit, at least you knew what to expect from the street kids! The rule of thumb is never sit or stand with your back to anyone, sleep with one eye open and a weapon in your hand and NEVER show emotion.

Now for me... this was just the way I grew up, not the person I was. I overcame my odds and got emancipated at 16, graduated HS at 16 and went to college. At the ripe old age of 19 I was making $78K a year and things were lookin up! I had a few major hurdles to overcome as an adult, but nothing I couldn't handle. See, the thing about me is I know I will always be ok, no matter what. The worst thing that could happen to me is death and I lost the fear of dying long ago. To me death is peaceful, no matter how it occurs and since death is inevitable, you'll struggle through life one way or another. I'm a survivor, it's who I am and even though I have a million flaws, I know as long as I am breathing, I will come out the other end of the tunnel.

I shared all this about myself to give you an idea on where I came from and some of the circumstances that have helped mold me into who I am today. When I speak, it's from the heart. I speak honestly and bluntly with no intention of harm. I speak from experience and personal knowledge as well as knowledge that has been passed onto me. I can only hope that at some point something I say or do will impact someone else's life enough to evoke some sort of change for the better. I am damaged goods, but aren't we all in some form or fashion?

I am a person of many flaws

From life my suffering draws

I am no exception to the rule

At times life is mean and cruel

I make no exuses for who I am

As I am no hollow sham

By no man should I be judged

Unless my life you have trudged

I am who I am so let me be

Accept who you are and you'll be free

This is the Thick N' Busty 36GG Lady Snow, check her out in this solo with BoobieMovies. Download Here. Also this video has been uploaded to Z-Share for you all to enjoy!

Then... just in case you're like me and hadn't known about this woman yet...
I present to you My Second Webfind Post!

Click the pic to go to mercedes' new site. Where are all these 'UniquelyMadeDiva-sized' women coming from?! Where do I need to travel to see them?!
P.S.: I feel 'special' because I viewed and scanned the source code of her page to find out how to link to her pic directly even though I'd saved it to my hard drive. I'm sure she bought lots of bandwidth for all the traffic she's going to have so she won't mind with this extra publicity... :) ?...?

In the BBW adult industry, it's difficult to find GOOD male talent. I think the hardest thing to find is quality male talent who don't mind shooting scenes with a BBW/SSBBW. Now I know, from personal encounters, that there is a lot of male talent that are personally into BBWs but they don't want to work with us on camera. I can slightly understand why they feel that way, but it still pisses me off. Then you have the male talent that are willing to work with the big girls but they don't have sex with BBWs on the regular, so they really don't know how to do it right... ugh! So that is why working with Christian is such a pleasure.

Working with someone, who not only digs me on a personal level but is more than happy to work with me, like Christian is a breath of fresh air. Personally I could care less what anyone has to say, I LOVE him and I appreciate the person and the talent that he is. I am proud to call him a friend and he is someone that I would work with anytime, anywhere and recommend him to all of my fellow BBWs.

Christian has written 2 blog posts about me and they can be found at the following links:
http://cwians.typepad.com/christian_sings_the_blues/2008/08/zero-tolerance.html
http://cwians.typepad.com/christian_sings_the_blues/2008/01/avn-conventio-1.html

Here is one of the pics that Christian took of me during our scene for Zero Tolerance.

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So, this...

Or this...?