April Showers

What's that saying about April? April showers bring May flowers?


There is a slowness in this time just before taxes, and as such, my mind turned away from this in search of something to occupy it, to keep from worrying how long it would last...I'd prefer to write about happy, positive things.

I read a lot of Crowley and sex magic and I feel that it misses some element that I desire. It feels written by men, for men and though he praises Babalon, I can't help but think he wouldn't know the Goddess if she pinned him down and had her way with him!

I read about sacred intimacy and tantra and sex therapy and feel something missing too. I love the feminine, receptive quality and emphasis on the healing that can take place. They acknowledge that a genuine connection between two people is healing in itself.  There is also a serious sense to all this, and I miss a sense of playfulness and the power of taboo.

But truly, in my best sessions, these elements are barely in the background, if present at all. There is respect, a mutual trust, connection, playfulness, and the edge of doing potentially naughty things. It is doing one's will. And somehow, these delightful, tingling, naughty play times are healing--to myself and I hope also to those who see me. It's my desire to create an experience that is whatever they are seeking. It can be healing, wholesome, naughty, indulgent or something in between.

Love is the Law

I am still trying to figure out Crowley. Much of it is too ceremonial for my tastes. I prefer something more wild, intuitively done. And yet, I recognize the value in work that has been done. The texts I've been reading are gold mines of magical clues and inspiration.

Here is one particular passage that I've been reflecting on recently, from The Book of the Law:

61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!
62. At all my meetings with you shall the priestess say—and her eyes shall burn with desire as she stands bare and rejoicing in my secret temple—To me! To me! calling forth the flame of the hearts of all in her love-chant.
63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!
64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.

A Desire for Newness

It's funny, as I reach out to new experiences in sacred intimacy, in designing a new blog site and brainstorming a new business plan, I find a desire for newness: for a new name, new site, new ads & marketing. A new openness too--finding other communities besides RedBook.

I'm outgrowing this Electra Blue name--and after finding a spam mail sent through my e-mail, I am ready to ditch it in favor of a new address.

I don't know how much longer I will have this site, but you can be sure I will send links to the new blog when it begins to look presentable (Ugh, I know, I'm a perfectionist!)

Redbook hasn't been the best for business lately anyway. My service is taking on a greater depth that doesn't seem to be experienced much in RB.  I want to share in this sacred sexual healing modality, but I don't see a demand for in it RB.  Looking for greener pastures now...

What's Going On?

It's been too long since I updated! Much has been going on in my world, but my harlot's temple has been fairly quiet. I blame tax season. So just what have I been up to?

Well, I went to my first Gnostic Mass.  Technically, my first Mass *ever.* There was a good group of people, a naked woman on the altar and a lot of ceremonial lines and costumes that I honestly thought was a little silly--but to each their own! To take communion with others in a way that supports my beliefs, that was worthwhile.  "There is no part of me that is not of the Gods!"

I met up with Fantasy Makers and got to chat with some people about joining their house.  While I've identified as submissive for several years, my work is empowering and making me very curious about exploring the Domme side of things.  I've had to turn down several request to dominant others because I felt I had a lack of training--so how about getting some training already?

On the art side of things, I've joined up with a small group putting together a show and was asked to play the role of High Priestess/Babalon.  This is both exciting and scary to me! The idea of having lines to reads scares me more than the public naked body painting that will be part of the show.  I'm also getting a chance to put some art on display, so I've been brainstorming, sketching and collecting materials.  The show will go on in July and I may invite a few people who are interested in seeing it.

A Quick Note

Today, my email password must have been compromised, for I noticed someone sent a spam link through it!  I had to change my password, so hopefully the problem is now fixed.  Apologies to anyone who received one! This seemed the best way to reach my audience.

And Dark Curses on the fool who chose to hack my account. Warts, boils and plagues be upon you!!

Creating Sacredness

When I started on this path, I was drawn to the idea that it could be done  in a sacred way--that, in ancient times, sex *was* a sacred thing.  I loved the idea, but I wasn't sure how it would take form for me in the modern day.

Experience is the best teacher, so I went out and got some experience. Even the few shitty experiences I've had taught me invaluable lessons Some weeks, I have felt more sacred than others--when I take the time out to focus my intentions, it's so much better than the few times I've felt rushed, or just in that headspace.

I knew I needed to give myself time to learn, to test things. I needed to find out what worked best for me, and how to bring sacredness to my work without sounding or feeling like a airy new-age type. I needed to balance the sacred work with the fun of "being bad," and find a way to make them work together.

Babalon has given me this key.  And now, finally, I feel ready to take this big step and truly devote my work to her--to make it Work. It gives me the courage to focus on sacred sexuality.

Expect big changes on this front! I'm taking steps to create my own website (bye bye Blogger) and re-do my marketing on this angle. 

I'll always be that fun-loving, taboo-indulging girl.  But now, I also want to pull out that healing, sacred spirit that banishes doubt and guilt.

Staying in the Red

At the start of the new year, I dyed my hair red. I've gone almost two months now and already the dreaded roots are showing.  I've never noticed now dark my hair is, or appreciated just how fast my hair grows.

Does sucking cock for a dye job make me a whore?