THINGS THAT MAKE ME FEEL SEXY

When I was a little girl, my mom had this amazing book that was a dusty, limp paperback with an antiquing black and white cover that had a picture of Jayne Mansfield spilling out of her dress, hair huge, earrings dripping down to her collarbone, the only thing in color on the cover were her blazing red lips and the title behind her read "Hollywood Babylon" just like the Hollywood sign itself. The book sold for $6.95 at a local grocery store where it became my mother's one day when she needed something to read and eventually would find its way into my naive little hands and forever set the tone for my sexuality. 

This underground legend by Kenneth Anger is a compilation of some of Hollywood's deepest, darkest secrets and scandals. Each chapter was filled with juicy stories of celebrities sharing lovers, hot parties, love affairs and dark rumors, but most of all it was chock-full of photos of starlets that dated back to the 1920's - 1940's, in their lingerie, some topless, looking glamorous and mischievous. It has a two-page spread that's a shot of a man and a woman having sex on the floor on top of a pile of cash and by the expression on the woman's face, you can practically feel her ecstasy as the man buries his face into her bare breasts. It was hot and I was way too young to see it. 

I recently found out that I have this book in my possession, it popped out one day as I was sorting through old boxes of stuff. I looked through the dried pages, remembering very well how taboo it felt of me to be looking through it as a little girl while my mom wasn't looking. Just to get a peak of what this world of sex was all about. As an adult, looking through the same book, it still sort of has that effect on me. 

Seeing the corseted, feather-wearing, stocking-clad starlets in Kenneth Angers' "Hollywood Babylon" that used to bewilder me as a young girl, now challenge me from the pages as if to say "We're back and still sexy, are you?" Since the last time I held this book, well—I became a woman and know everything there is to know about sex (just kidding...not at all). It made we wonder, how am I celebrating my sexuality? And I noticed that there are hints of this book all throughout my collection of Naughty things I have at home. My love for glamorous, kinky details, interesting props, girl-on-girl action and mischief can be found in my treasury of pleasure. 

MY PLEASURE TREASURES

Vintage Erotic Postcards 
I have a great friend in my hometown in Los Angeles that likes to share and discuss things in the lifestyle with me. He's a little older than me, so while I was sneaking off as a kid to read my mom's dirty books, he was attending actual fetish parties in the 90's in LA back when Dita Von Teese was dancing for cash and no one had an Instagram account. Because he knows about my undying love for all things vintage, fetish and erotic, he gifted me this amazing collection of vintage erotic postcards (see picture below on the right). Some of the prints date back to the late 1940's. The pinups are constricted in their leather corsets and fishnet tights, some are tied up and gagged, others being spanked by another gorgeous pin-up. They're like sexy little flashcards that I like to look at every once in a while to remind myself that you can be kinky and classy! 

Old Erotic Magazines
The Golden Age of Hollywood was recreated a lot in the 90's, and again my friend had a stash of some good printed material that I could feast my eyes on. He gave me a copy of Fetish magazine and Erotica magazine (pictured below left) both no longer in print. This was Insta stories before that all came about. These magazines took me through parties in the 90's where people came decked out in their fetish gear, danced to underground deep house music and locked tongue rings. These magazines remind me so much of Naughty Events and what goes down at some of those parties. As a writer in the lifestyle, reading these magazines helps me find a sexy, mischievous, yet informative voice.

Costumes
Living in New Orleans, you end up accumulating a lot of costumes just by default; there's a theme and costume for every outing, event and party, and even when there's no party going on, it's never seen as over the top to wear something crazy and fabulous. Overtime, I've collected wings, little ears and tails, some great bondage wear, shiny little booty shorts to wear under anything, masks and corsets. I feel like I'm doing my Hollywood Babylon girls some justice. 

Collar & Chain
I had a lover that liked to play rough. He was the adventurous type that liked to be dominant (but cool in real life). We role played a lot where he took innocent little me into his manly grasp and had his way with me. I was his slave and we loved to play that game. One day we decided to experiment with a collar and chain. The collar is black and shiny with a big buckle and the chain long, but not too long. I wore that a few times while playing these roles with him and it was some of the most interesting, exciting sex I ever had. He lives out of state, but lets me keep the collar to remind me of my capturer. 

Pasties
There's this little black box that sits all the way in the back of my underwear drawer, it's slim and the lid reads "Trashy Diva" Inside, sit two perfectly round silver, cone-like discs with black tassels hanging from the center. My first—and only—pair of pasties. I bought these at Trashy Diva in the French Quarter thinking I'd have the guts to wear them one day whether it was part of a costume or for a lover. Needless to say, I haven't used them. But they sit there teasing me, begging to be brought out to play.