I Have to Wonder…

July 29th, 2009

I am not ashamed in the least bit, I make no apologies when it comes to who I am. Ever. Though, I have to wonder, I have to wonder why I am not like everyone else. I would not hurt anyone unless it was for a good reason, self defense, etc., but other than that, I have lost my boundaries, that is, assuming I ever had them to begin with. My mother thinks you can’t possibly know who you are unless you have firm boundaries, I beg to differ, in fact, I believe as we slip past our boundaries, as we push ourselves to other realms within our mind, as we let go, that’s when we really begin to understand exactly who it is we are. I’d like to think I have a terribly good grasp on who I am, actually, without sounding cocky, I know I do. Though, I have to wonder, where is it I am slipping to? At times I feel intoxicated, drunk with lust and passion, not always sexual, just a thirst for life, wallowing in my own immorality. I ask questions, I ask why… and I can’t find the answers and so while others would have it be an open and shut case, my book, my pages lay open and I don’t know why others can’t see this. Why their books are all closed and dusty. I feel like Alice looking in from the opposite side of the glass. Sometimes I want to come out and play, and sometimes I just want to linger, in my world, in the silence and the beauty. This, by no means should be taken as a morbid statement, though i realize it may sound that way to some who do not understand where I am coming from. I am slipping deeper and darker within myself, into a realm of desire and pleasure. Completely depraved. On the rare occasion I fight it, for others sakes, but it is such a seductive sensation that overcomes me, I feel its where im supposed to be, and i know there are others out there who feel the way i do. Who crave decadence. I want to create a world, or at least a portion of it, and turn it into wonderland. To be able to share it with others, to let them in, if only for a little while. A place solely devoted to pleasure… and I will.

I Do Not Like Stupid People with my Coffee.

June 29th, 2009

Morning. Though I rarely drink coffee, once an addict, it is bad for you and I have cleaned up my diet considerably, also moving towards a plant based diet once again, though this time eliminating meat as well. Anyways, I am forewarning everyone that I am in quite a bitchy mood right now, as I do not like stupid people with my coffee! Mind you, I do not mean stupid in the traditional sense. You don’t have to be or have been an A student, although I was. J/k, actually I really was but whatever that’s irrelevant. I am talking about idiots. Think George Bush. You know, the ones who just never get it. People with mediocre minds. Don’t me wrong, many of them are my friends. But if there was a pill to eliminate them all, and we all know my firm stance against the pharm. companies, well I just might buy stock in it. I realize this sounds a little snobby but I believe Hitler was on to something there. He just had one huge flaw in his plan, he went after the wrong people. He should have gone after the stupid people. And might I add, if you think that comment is inappropriate and you are failing to see the humor in it, well than stop reading. It’s very simple. Go find Sarah Palin and launch a worldwide campaign against inappropriate people and I will launch mine against stupid people, and I’ll see you on Letterman. Uggh, I normally have a huge tolerance for people, really I do, and I have a lot of patience and am very kind too. That and I can twitch my nose and make unicorns appear as well. I am just venting. There is a difference between dumb and stupid. You can’t fix stupid. Stupid is as stupid does. Any of these ring a bell?? Dumb is Jessica Simpson, stupid is Bush. The funny thing is, my neighbor is the epitome of white trash. Pony tail, greasy, skinny, a bit of addict at times. I adore him, I grew up next to him, but boy is this kid smart, and quick too. People judge him so much by how he appears, which is sad, but man are they ever wrong. I mean, out of everyone in the neighborhood he is the only one who can keep up with me. The majority of the rest, kinda stupid. I hate when people say shit just to say it, with no idea what the fuck is coming out of there mouth. Or the people who can’t listen for shit. You know, say you ask someone to get you coffee and only coffee and then they bring you back tea. And not even in a “will this do, i had to get you something” manner, but it’s like they heard you, fully understood you, but something just went wrong along the way. We like to think that though we are all very different with our thought processes, some of us having none at all, anyways, but we all seem to have that basic logic part to our brain, except for teenagers. You know, that part of our brain that for the most part knows no matter how much you’d like to, it is unacceptable to scream “fire!” inside the library. Or blast music at 3am with a house full of people. And yet, you’d be surprised… at the stupid the people. You know, the person who sits and shakes their head when a drunk driving accident occurs and talks about what a shame it is, and then goes out the next night driving after a few beers. Uh huh. Stupid. At least own up to shit like that. Don’t be a fucking hypocrite. Know what you are and who you are and stick to it. If you’re a yellow person don’t try to pass yourself off as blue. I think a lot of us want to be a certain way in life. We have a certain perception of ourselves and what not. A lot of people talk a lot of shit but that’s all they do. You can’t fool yourself ultimately. If you want to be a responsible person or a rebel or generous person or whatever the case is, you can talk yourself up all you want, but it really is your actions that define you. Yes, yes, I am aware that that now references batman. It’s true to a point, I mean your heart defines you, yes. Not the muscle, but the amount of heart one has, but it’s kind of like a seed I suppose, if you don’t plant it and do something with it, then it’s just a fucking worthless seed. We always say we want to do all these things but how many of us actually do. What is the expression, our first and our last loves, is self-love. I don’t mean charity work or what not either. I am just a little disheartened by all the fake people out there. They just stick out like orange elephants… big ones… with green spots. I had a bit of a discussion with my mother the other day. She loves to insist that all deviantions from the norm., whatever that is, stems from shit that happened to us as kids. Now, I believe a lot of that is true. Though, the more and more I think about it, I am deeply considering the fact that certain factors just are. We can cultivate ones intelligence a bit when kids our young, steer them in the right direction, give them a head start, but ultimately ones intelligence seems to be pre-determined. Our brain’s intelligence that is. And most of us are aware at the small percentage our brains function at. Sooo, is it really a stretch to consider that there’s the emotional/creative intelligence that is underdeveloped as well. So maybe some of us are just born with a bit more of it, a higher functioning level than others. I really think that that may be the case. We look and look for links between serial killers and fetishists, and bdsm-ers but we fail to find a link for the most part. One thing I have found, however, is that a vast majority of us function in a deeper part of our brain. In a different part. We are able to see past what is there in front of us and come up with our own conclusions and often we can improve or expand upon it. It’s quite apparent. It’s the only common factor, for a lot of us, not all, that is prevalent. So, I wonder, maybe we are just born this way? We our born with the need and ability to explore a certain part of ourselves. It doesn’t mean we’re good people. It is a thought though. I mean, no one has ever found out why some people are born with genius IQs, so why would this be any different. I don’t know… perhaps. That being said, I still don’t like stupid people with my coffee.

I Made It!!!

May 17th, 2009

So, as many as you know, I’ve moved. Finally. The grass… the trees… the dog shit. Oh, how I’ve missed long island. It’s a beautiful rainy night too, it doesn’t get much better than this. So… I went out to J&R’s steakhouse tonight, I know, I know, ” forgive me father for I have sinned” , I got dragged there by my father and his girlfriend. Btw, I love my father but man is he ever pussy whipped. Seriously, how does this even happen? It’s disgusting and just uncalled for. Anyway, I got dragged there, which they have great sweet potato fries but that’s it, and I didn’t expect much more. I rarely, rarely eat animal protein, but when I do, it’s from Keen’s or Old Homestead, even Ruth chris’, though it’s a chain, is actually pretty fucking good. My favorite, however, is right off the BBQ, and only my fathers. He can do a few things really well, one is his work and two is cook. That said, my father didn’t want to go there, he doesn’t exactly advocate doing so… Carol did. Yes, because SHE knows good food. Uh huh, okay. My father is off the boat italian and is fucking GOOD and she’ll eat a hamburger instead of his food. That said, she also thinks grilled chicken and seafood are healthy. They’re not. They’re so very not. Please challenge me on this because most americans are completely ignorant on this matter and have no idea the severe ramifications that come from eating the way that we do. Educate yourself. You health is your responsibility so please do not become a victim… because I have to pay taxes and I don’t want to pay for everyone’s gluttonous indulgences. Yes, prostitution and drugs are illegal, but chemicals in food, sure, why not. I know when I wake up in the morning there’s nothing I feel like more than a nice bowl of some chemicals and growth hormones and just regular old casein (animal protein alone is a killer), oh yea, just make it taste good and i’m on board. No thank you. Why don’t you just throw me in with the pigs down in Mexico. It is seriously like having sex without a condom. Maybe it feels/tastes really good at the time but not smart. And let’s think now, how many kids under 25 have had children. I know about 100 or so that I was friends with. Yes, seriously, that many. Between all the people who drive drunk, fuck w/o condoms and eat irresponsibly (that does not just pertain to overweight individuals), our country is made up of a bunch of unhealthy, whiny babies. I totally and utterly agree with the French. Respect yourself, respect the people around you and educate yourself. There is no harm in not knowing, it’s not wanting to know, and even worse, having the information in front of you and turning your head away from it, that’s the crime. That’s the ignorance. Every thing you eat makes up every cell and organ in your body, so it’s really not such a huge jump to think that diet directly effects your health… on a huge, massive scale. I know though, it tastes good. And yet, there aren’t any major cures for heart disease or diabetes and yes, even cancer. Hmmm, or try there is a shit load of evidence to prevent it, to even reverse it, but money is always more important. Because the truth could cause an economic crisis. You can’t buy stock in fresh broccoli. But then, would people even listen? We all want the easy way. We treat our bodies like cars. Not bentleys or camaros, but more like a 1992 camry that we can just bang around with, get a tune up, change the oil, get new brakes on, and then just buy a new one when it can no longer be revived. Only, when cars die, that’s possible. When car’s need to be fixed, they are not in pain. People on the other hand, well we die. We feel pain. The truth is, we don’t have too. Not the way we do at least. These aren’t natural diseases that come with aging. They’re not natural at all. We have one thing we can control in our lives. Ourselves. Everything else is an illusion. But, if we chose to take control over ourselves, our actions, if we really take it, that is power. An enormous amount of power. Look around you, that concept has alluded most people. Don’t just say you do, don’t just say you will, but really look, really see people. Not just from the outside but from the inside (no, not jeffery dahmer style). Look at the parts of people that they don’t show you. Look behind their facades. Everyone is running, grasping, reaching away from themselves. Usually with some hope to find themselves. It’s like in high school when you had to do a project and you looked around you at around else’s to make sure yours looked like theirs. How to know whose right though? I don’t know, maybe i’m just talking out of my ass. Maybe i am just ranting. Maybe in fifteen years i’ll be miserable and lost like everyone else. Maybe some of you think that’s cute but I’m still young now. Well that would be quite naive on your part now because life doesn’t care how old you are, it happens to you regardless. As I watch people, closely, I find, that there isn’t much difference between teenagers and adults, 25 yr olds and 35 yr olds. There are a few degrees, job experience, love experience, life experience, naturally, yes. Varying degrees, but the more time you clock, well you know. That said, most people don’t learn. Lots of people are in the insanity cycle. If you don’t get that, look up the definition of insanity. Don’t be lazy, look it the fuck up. Anyway, it’s true. Stupid people and intelligent people all over the world are making the same mistakes, hitting their thumbs with the hammer repeatedly and crying out in pain but never thinking to take the hammer away, never thinking to stop…. Never stopping to think. If that’s even possible. Schools were first introduced to teach people to think. To use their minds. Now instead, schools just teach children what to think, instead of how to think. Then the government and society does the rest. Adults tell kids to think for themselves, but many times they don’t know how to themselves or what that even means. It’s a pity. A fucking, fucking, fucking shame.

And here I thought this blog was going to be about steak. Oh well, I tried.
I’m finished now. Rather, I’m finished FOR NOW.

Because Laughing IS a Serious Matter…

April 26th, 2009

-Non-recommended BDSM Book Titles-

My Experiences in the Scene by Eva A. Wannabe

Personal Limits by Dennis Rodman

Lorena Bobbitt’s Guide to CBT

Bullwhip Mastery in 5 Minutes by Ima Dreamin

Being Submissive by Bill Gates

Domming for Dummies

The SAM’s Book of Manners -(for those of you not in the know, SAM = smart ass masochist)

Medical Play by Jack Kevorkian, M.D.

Cooking with Scat by Julia Childs

People I Would Never Play With by Madonna

My Life in Drag by Rev. Jerry Falwell

Out of the Closet: The Politician’s Guide to Public Perversion

Brilliant Career Moves by Marv Albert

Disney’s Guide to Wholesome Family Perversions

Erotic Strangulation by the Boston Strangler

Fisting Safely by Captain Hook

The Pervert’s Guide to Right Wing Acceptance

The Fine Art of Negotiation by Howie Dodat

My Kinky Lovers by Van Illa

Safe and Easy Knife Play by Vincent Van Gogh

Safe, Sane and Consensual Kinks by Ted Bundy

Inescapable Bondage by Harry Houdini

Jeffrey Dahmer’s Guide to Oral

Consensual Biting by Mike Tyson

Acceptable Kinks by John Paul II

Polyamorous Marriages by Mother Theresa

You Too Can Be a Gorean Slave Girl by Hillary Clinton

Corset Training - How to Get the Figure That Drives Men Wild by Roseanne Arnold Barr

Dominance - Your Attitude is Everything by Steven Wright

Consensual Non-consensuality by Monica Lewinsky

Lessons in Purity by Aurora Storms ;)

-Not my list, I copied it off from a site, though it is one of my favorite BDSM humor lists. Anyone else have any to add?? Email me ;)

Happy Birthday to ME!!! YAY, let’s all celebrate me getting old!!!

April 20th, 2009

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.

Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

- Don’t tell me you don’t know

I Have Something to Say…

April 8th, 2009

Alright, this is bothering me. I recently went on TER, the erotic review, to read the details of my latest reviews. Quite frankly, they are good reviews. The problem is, though they were clearly meant for me, they are not true. I have an excellent memory when it comes to certain things, and then at times I am a little blonde. When it comes to emails and scenes and such, I have an almost impeccable memory. Chances are if I don’t recall a certain scene, it never happened. Now one of the reviews was from Chicago, but even though it is a scene similar to many I have done, it never happened. Also there is one before it, which once again never happened. First off I never tongue kiss and I would never ever allow anyone to put their hands on my throat and lastly, I would never show up to a hotel, or most places for that matter, dressed so provocatively, absolutely not. Though they were very complimentary reviews they are not based on truth. Which is so odd to me, why would someone, two people apparently, post a false review. They are obviously two different people, I checked out their profiles. It just really baffles me. I just felt I needed to put the truth out there as it has been bothering me. That’s all.

… oh, and I no longer feel like a schmuck, I feel like a nut ;)

God, I Feel like Such a Schmuck…

April 7th, 2009

And I don’t have time to elaborate on this right now, so I’ll save it for later.

Embrace Yourself…

March 27th, 2009

I understand that the choices I make for myself are not the ones that may be right for someone else. They may not even be right for me for that matter but I do so believing that they are and if they don’t go as planned, well then I am okay with that as long as I come away from them having learned something so that maybe next time I will get it right, so that I can grow from it. Sometimes I suppose we get confused, we feel that there are just certain things in this life that are right and wrong, which is seldom the case, life is mainly a big mesh of various shades of gray. It’s more or less what is conventional and socially acceptable, possibly even politically correct… and we all know how well that goes. I get so many emails from all of you asking me how I am the way I am, especially at such a young age. I am not sure how it started, but I know in part it’s because I have almost always questioned everything and have then decided for myself how I feel about it. Trust me, I was no easy child, I was stubborn and still am. But only if stubborn means having a will of your own, having strong convictions but possibly no morals, not by today’s standards at least. With me… the past few years, what you see is what you get. I don’t really have any reasons to lie because being honest with others helps me to stay honest with myself. To stay self aware. I have few things I am ashamed of and even less decisions I regret. I have no excuses and I make no apologizes. I am not religious but yet I believe in many things I cannot see, like magic and fairies. I think for myself and I live for myself, I have amazing friends but I have no god. I am very spiritual, however, and I do have faith. I do not necessarily view religion in a negative light, but I do view many of it’s preacher’s in such. For fuck’s sake there are wars going on over religion, there is hatred amongst so many due to it, there is bigotry and condemnation, but where is the unconditional love for everyone, for all? Where did the notion that if someone doesn’t follow their life in a way we approve of, think in such a way, look a certain way, fuck a certain way… than they are wrong? Seriously, what the fuck? Don’t tell me why it’s right… tell me why it’s wrong. Give me facts not opinions. Don’t point to text and tell me because it says so here. I just believe in being my own jury, my own judge… I believe in the faith I have in myself. I am open minded enough to consider everything, I will always listen, I just may not always agree. This isn’t just in regards to religion but with everything. See, I am a giant pain in the ass, asking “Why, why, why… why not?”, just like a 2 year old. So I suppose then, the answer is because I have embraced myself completely and I am happy with that, I am happy with who I am. So simple, but… if everyone in the world started to jump off a bridge, how many of you would follow? That sounds drastic but we are essentially a nation of followers, too lazy and too scared to find our own truths. I should have breakfast, I should say I’m sorry, I should go college, I should make money, I should buy a house, I should get married, I should have kids… I should… but why should you? Not that any of these decisions are wrong, but “… because I should” - SHOULD NOT be an acceptable answer. Aren’t ourselves and our rights as individuals, to be happy, to love, to live, to do as we please as long as it harms none, aren’t these things worth fighting for? Are we all just living our lives on auto pilot? Have we all just accepted… Because. It seems to work until our late 30s/ early 40s and then, what? Do we start to realize we are dying without ever having really lived? People confuse bdsm with pain and pure sadism, but what many people can’t comprehend is that bdsm relationships have more trust and respect, more depth in them than the majority of conventional relationships out there. They are cerebral and raw and understanding and forgiving. Maybe I do represent sin, if that is, it’s a sin to be who you are… to embrace yourself… Your light… and your dark, your love… and your hate, your purity… and your filth. This is something I wish for everyone, above all else. Happiness and health.

There was a time a few years ago that brought out so much in me. So much pain and misery, so many tears and then none at all… and then afterwards, after all of that, so much happiness, acceptance and strength. There was a period of time where I was not happy with the way my life was going, I was living in such a way that was a contradiction to who I wanted to be, what I wanted to represent, at least for myself. There was a time that I wanted to be rescued, I would lie in bed and cry and dream and wait, although I knew I was waiting in vain. I knew what I was really waiting for was myself. To be strong enough to do what I had to do. I was waiting to be rescued, yes, and at night I would dream of being rescued by a man, but when the daylight came I knew that what I was really waiting for was to be rescued by myself. Regardless of gender, there is no shame in asking for help, there is no shame in wanting a friend to journey along life’s paths with. I just believe that like happiness there are somethings we must allow and find for ourselves… sometimes we cannot expect or wait for someone else to change our situations, whether they be internally or externally. We have to love ourselves enough, to do it for ourselves.

All that being said *breathe* , I have also had a number of you ask me when my birthday is and what I’d like. My birthday is April 20th, yes that’s right 4-20, I am aware. As far as what I’d like, well mostly it involves spending time with the ones I care about, and cannoli cake and champagne, like I said, LOL. Though I do have an Amazon wish list under aurorastorms@yahoo.com, although simple birthday wishes mean a whole bunch to me, so please keep that in mind.

Aurora, IL

March 25th, 2009

Things I have learned in Chicago.

1. The pizza really is as good as everyone says it is…. but not better than my father’s off the boat pizza, god that stuff is untouchable.

2. Cars are parked in the sky or at least some architect thought they should be once upon a time.

3. The spy who loved me… asked for pop. What the fuck is pop? (I know what it is, I just never get tired of hearing people say it, it does to me what the word penis does to a 12 yr old boy, “haha, you said penis” or ” haha, you said pop” , I just think it’s so adorable.

4. New York and LA aren’t the only cities with lawyers in them, Chicago has them too.. they are everywhere.

5. Your cheesecake is just weird.

6. ALL your hotels are 100% smoke free and while I don’t smoke anymore I still ask for smoking rooms so this does not please me. Someone fix this.

7. Apparently I have been banned by the church. I really am a sin, go figure.

8. The room service in my hotel does not deliver alcohol after the bar closes at 11pm. First off- What the Flying Nun Fuck, your bar closes at 11pm?! This is certainly a Chicago hotel thing. 2.- There goes my midnight glass of wine, and by glass naturally I mean bottle. Usually I get myself a little drunk and then fuck myself, guess that’s not gonna happen now. Tha-anks a LOT Chicago.

9. You apparently can drink the tap water here and survive to tell about it. Though I didn’t, I just watched by in amazement at the others who chose to do so.

10. AND last but certainly not least, no one wants cum up their nose.

And this is what I am taking away from my time in Chicago, which certainly didn’t have all the sex and scandal the show/movie promised. Too bad.

Wicked Games…

March 22nd, 2009

Yes, Chris Isaak. One of the all time sexiest songs in existence… getting intelligent men laid everywhere. Of course, then there’s Justify my Love by Madonna, which was and still is such a sexually progressive song for women. So straight forward, so honest, such unashamed, uninhibited desire.

“What are you gonna do?
Talk to me — tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I’m not afraid of who you are
We can fly!

POOR IS THE MAN
WHOSE PLEASURE DEPENDS
ON THE PERMISSION OF ANOTHER…”

I am not a huge Madonna fan, her 80s and early 90s music, yes, but after that, not so much. All that aside this song says it all, all the things we try to feel, all the things we can’t. Well, not me of course, I am… after all… a god damn fetish :)

- LOL I completely just had a Paula Abdul moment “I’m tired of people not treating me like the gift I am…” Too funny. Of course, she was serious , me not so much, those of you who do not know me well enough to know that I am in part making fun of myself, well I am :P