crazy travel...
After nearly 10 hours in flight I land in London on Thursday at 8am. During the flight I didn't sleep at all as I was working on a column and an interview with deadlines looming over me.
At my secret hide-away I slept fitfully for 4 hours. Long flights eastwards is a real killer on the body, for anybody, if you don't get to sleep on the flight. Got myself ready for the class and trip to Paris and headed to my class at Coco De Mer where I taught the class on Sensual Flogging. Great group of students!
[Accolades and Irritation: Last year I did a salon on JoyStick Secrets: How to Please a Man, especially for the women from Harper's Bazaar UK. I flew in from Amsterdam where I was teaching there. I just saw the article and they did a lovely write up, but never once mentioned my name. I'm just the 'teacher who flew in from Amsterdam'. they mention all my cute little trade mark names for hand jobs and blow jobs, but not my name. why? sigh]
After class, over to Kumi's flat to sleep another whole 4 hours. Up at 4am to get a car at 430am to get to the train station for EuroStar. Nice smooth ride to Paris. Kumi slept - she didn't get too far on her web updates. LOL.
Off to the flat where we're crashing... Lovely quiet place in the outskirts of Paris.
I spent the day at the Centre Pompidou at the exhibition on art and faith... then to the Men's Art Gallery to see the special exhibition on Tagame Gengoro at the Art Men Paris gallery. Got to spend a couple of hours with the gallery owner.
(more on this later with photos.)
Cheap delish dinner at a kebob place. I thought I saw drunk guys in confrontation on the street. Turns out it may have been a disabled guy being robbed. sigh.
Drinks with Kumi and the Nuit Elastique fetish club night at the local rocker club, a very cool place called Les Furieux. I was so tired and jet lagged I was falling asleep at the table. lol
back to crash pad. nice long bath reading manga. Slept for 12 hours.
more later. Kumi needs her computer back for updates.
ciao!
After nearly 10 hours in flight I land in London on Thursday at 8am. During the flight I didn't sleep at all as I was working on a column and an interview with deadlines looming over me.
At my secret hide-away I slept fitfully for 4 hours. Long flights eastwards is a real killer on the body, for anybody, if you don't get to sleep on the flight. Got myself ready for the class and trip to Paris and headed to my class at Coco De Mer where I taught the class on Sensual Flogging. Great group of students!
[Accolades and Irritation: Last year I did a salon on JoyStick Secrets: How to Please a Man, especially for the women from Harper's Bazaar UK. I flew in from Amsterdam where I was teaching there. I just saw the article and they did a lovely write up, but never once mentioned my name. I'm just the 'teacher who flew in from Amsterdam'. they mention all my cute little trade mark names for hand jobs and blow jobs, but not my name. why? sigh]
After class, over to Kumi's flat to sleep another whole 4 hours. Up at 4am to get a car at 430am to get to the train station for EuroStar. Nice smooth ride to Paris. Kumi slept - she didn't get too far on her web updates. LOL.
Off to the flat where we're crashing... Lovely quiet place in the outskirts of Paris.
I spent the day at the Centre Pompidou at the exhibition on art and faith... then to the Men's Art Gallery to see the special exhibition on Tagame Gengoro at the Art Men Paris gallery. Got to spend a couple of hours with the gallery owner.
(more on this later with photos.)
Cheap delish dinner at a kebob place. I thought I saw drunk guys in confrontation on the street. Turns out it may have been a disabled guy being robbed. sigh.
Drinks with Kumi and the Nuit Elastique fetish club night at the local rocker club, a very cool place called Les Furieux. I was so tired and jet lagged I was falling asleep at the table. lol
back to crash pad. nice long bath reading manga. Slept for 12 hours.
more later. Kumi needs her computer back for updates.
ciao!


Comments
And it sucks that they're not crediting you properly...
I mean, they're bound to get even more response (and a better bond with you) if they do (and I can't imagine them forgetting your name).
(now only if you'd come back to Amsterdam / the Netherlands for some more :D)
And I am fucking appalled that they failed to include your name. Will write letter next week.