Lipstick & Lust

So, I Thought I Was Living In 'The Emerald City',turns out the motto really should be 'we're butt stupid, and don't know how to shovel snow', a specia

2008-12-27T01:31:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

As I sit here threatening to 'beat the faces off' my two kitties (don't worry, I'd never really do that, I just threaten them to stop them from making mischief) and nearly pulling my hair out by the root, I am wondering how I can live in a city where even the 'average' person knows their way around programming their I-Pod (I'll shamelessly admit I don't own one, being that I spend my little dollars on food, clothes and an occasional treat of new makeup), putting together websites or other techie stuff, yet no one knows how to lift a snow shovel. This thought was going through my mind as I huffed and puffed up a hill to The Digs, through ankle deep slush and water. Oh yes, and after not being sick all season, I now have a healthy cough that might be bronchitis. Thank you Seattle, you bunch of slack assed, lazy, God-forsaking narcissisists.
I mean, how hard would it have been to mobilize a couple of neighborhoods Mayor 'I've got my head so far up my butt, I con't know how to do basic stuff' and get them out with shovels to clean up walks and side streets? Hey, if you'd paid them, there would have been jobs, people would have had money to spend, and there would have been a small dent in this recession. Mind boggling how simple that idea is/was! Yet our mayor, hizzoner couldn't figure that one out, nor could the many overly intelligent Seattleites skiing, picking along like goats on hill, figure out that if they shoveled the snow out of the way on a daily basis, no one would be walking in ankle deep slush/water right now. I can't imagine that I, who writes a column about lust and cosmetics can figure this out, but no one else in the city could, especially not our 'green mayor'. Oh, and just fyi, I'm from Chicago, and salt didn't 'ruin the environment' there, or 'destroy the asphalt'. Instead people were able to get around, buses ran on time, and a city got where it needed to go. Amazing!
So, that's my little rant on how butt stupid Seattle is, and how much I hate living here among the sheep who call this city home, and a mayor too moronic to tell people what to do to avoid this huge mess. 'Nuff said. Now on to other stuff, like how my darling 'army sweetie' has gone from 'love of my life' to MIA,overnight. As in, no calls, no text messages, nada, zip. This after we chatted on the phone Christmas Eve Eve about 'the nature of our relationship', and why we weren't communicating more. That one was super sweet, and this one thought everything was sussed, but now we have not heard from that one, and I'm beside myself with a major attack of 'fire down below',and no one to put it out.
So, this one is planning on schlepping through the mess that is my street, to Le Wet Spot, hoping that one is on the scene (like last time,when we hookecd up after me not seeing that gorgeous one for a whole two years!), or maybe that sizzling hot ex-Marine that this one hooked up with (as a warm up for 'army sweetie') last time. Just know this fire will be put out by early Sunday,one way or another (and hopefully not via my own 'devices').
So, what besides catching a cough, missing 'army sweetie', and cursing on Metro buses (yes, I was doing that as I got packed into the only bus running---what big city only runs two buses the day after fucking Christmas because no one knew about how to remove snow efficiently---not at the driver, but at a completely idiotic city leadership), or sobbing in my living room over 'army sweetie' has this one been doing? Well, I'm making a resolution to try Kat Von D's new make up line at Sephora, particularly the goth black mascara and the nearly black eye shadow (already gave myself 'Bad Gal' eye crayon for Christmas, and am dying to show it off at Le Wet Spot tomorrow), as well as scoring some of that sparkly eye liner from Urban Decay (all of these you can pick up at Sephora). Hopefully someone willclean up the mess from the snow and you won't have to flippin' swim! And I'm still loving the H20 Mascara in 'brownblack' from Wet'nWild (get it at Bartels). And do I have any resolutions for the new year? Well, to get the hell out of Seattle and move to Tacoma(they shoveled their streets according to a friend who lives there), find 'army sweetie' and boink his brains out many more times, and have more adventures at Le Wet Spot, and make more cash, so I can upgrade my living situation from the SHA hellhole I live in (where two dudes were sent to shovel one walk, only did half, then left---wonder how much they get paid) to a place with a bathtub. That's about it, really. So, if there's still slush in your way, grab a freakin' shovel and do something about it moron, so the rest of us won't fall on our asses. And a fond farewell to two greats, the sexy Eartha Kitt and the talented Harold Pinter. We'll miss you guys! Buhbye!

My soldier returns, snow shows how unprepared Seattle is for 'big city status' and other stuff in this end of the year Lipstick and Lust

2008-12-27T01:30:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well,dahlings it's been an interesting time (and not all of that's a good thing babies, fo' sho'), with my darling soldier, 'army sweetie' coming back into my life (though as of this writing, we are wondering where he is in this horrid weather Seattle's been having, since our little text relationship has gone dead after that one went to visit friends in Oly last weekend) and us having a delicious hook up at Le Wet Spot before the really horrid weather hit. Looking forward to seeing that one again, when he returns from his journey to Oly, and this awful weather abates (hoping and crossing all digits that's New Years Eve dahlings).
And speaking of Seattle's cold snap, let me, who did four years of college in Chi-town and a few more before that with hubby number one in Joliet, Ill., this town is simply not prepared for snow. I mean, yes, there are differences between Illinois and Seattle (for one Chi-town has nicer folks and a much better transportation system), but hey, snow is not that uncommon in 'rat city', so you'd think Metro (who has pretty much failed its riders miserably, but I blame the folks in City Hall more than the drivers), and DOT would be better prepared, with more snow plows and a volunteer force to salt and sand main streets. Heck, a group armed with kitty litter and bags of salt could at least make the sidewalks passable, but no one (except for a few civic minded folks I passed on my arduous trip downtown today) in butt stupid Seattle seems to have thought of that. Folks, you can do this yourselves, you don't have to count on the city, in fact YOU SHOULD NOT COUNT ON THE CITY (unless you're the average passive Seattleite,then, carry on my little sheepling).
Grab a shovel, put down some kitty litter, and folks,cold weather doesn't mean you should stop thinking about other people, it's a city, not group of individual planets. 'Nuff said, except that hey, come election time, remember this shit and kick Nickels to the curb.
Well, off that bad subject, what else has this one been up to, besides boinking, then missing 'army sweetie' and trekking through nearly knee-deep snow and cursing the stupidity of Seattle's government for not being better prepared? Well, I did try this yummy eye shadow that I'm still loving, which I picked up at Madison Market. It's by a company called Larenim, and comes in glittery, but sheer shades like 'Purple Reign', 'Envy', and the one I bought 'Scale of Dragon' (which is heavenly green that makes my eyes look smoulderingly gawgeous). I'm planning on giving The Fabulous Daughter some of this yummy stuff in a glittery aqua and getting the 'Purple Reign' to glam up the eyes for New Years Eve (which this one hopes to be spending at Le Wet Spot, with a certain soldier, or the ex-marine, ex-pornstar this one hooked up with as a warm up for the fireworks me and 'army sweetie' had in The Digs later that same night a couple of weekends ago). Also loving the Silkies 'Enriche Ageless Moisturizer' I've been using to keep my skin looking soft and sweet while being a little snow bunny, in those freezing winds. Also, do try the new collection of essential oils at Madison Market (I love the pathouli/amber). A little pricier than the ones I used to get, but these are so worth it, and hey, it's the holidays, so treat yourself, or someone you adore. So, that's it for now my little snowflakes,and by all means, be safe out there, shovel your walks, for chrissakes, and be nice to those snowbunnies you'll meet on your way. And keep in mind, this is all part of global warming,so make a resolution to be nicer to the planet and work doggedly to improve our mother earth in the new year. And to Betty Page, and Majel Barrett, (who both left our world for the next) viva and we're all glad you graced us with your presences. And to the little twirpy chick at the downtown Moneymart who wouldn't open up after this one had hiked all the way from fucking 17th Avenue to Third Avenue to cash a check, hope you get coal in your stocking darlin', because you really are a Grinch. But to the Metro driver who got me back home, slipping and sliding all the way up Pine, you rock babe! Buhbye!

Patiently waiting for my soldiers to come home, 'new army sweetie', and 'army sweetie', another horrid cold and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:42:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well my little peaches, it's been an interestng time, wating for 'new army sweetie' and 'army sweetie' to get back to these friendly shores---actually 'new army sweetie' is the only one's been emailing and IMing, but hey, the heart still beats for 'army sweetie', as well as 'new army sweetie'. What's a girl to do, eh? Sort it out when they're back on U.S. soil, I guess.

And yes, this one also caught another horrid cold---maybe because of my jackoff of a neighbor spewing his pneumonia germs everywhere. Oh, this one will be so damned glad to move from the hell bowel that is Seattle and my current apartment building. And thanks to a generous friend/client who's offered to buy a place to invest in (and me to live in), that won't be too much longer. Yay!

And along with the waiting for 'new' and 'old' 'army sweeties', this one has also seen just about all of the best season finales on te old boob tube, and believe me, some of them were very lame. The season finales of both 'CSI's, 'Miami', and 'New York', both sucked, and so did the season finale of 'Criminal Minds', but hey, now I'll definitely be watching next week, because I'll have to see what happened, and I missed the season finale of 'Moonlight', darn it, so I'll definitely be watchng that one next season. Meanwhile, I have reruns of 'Southpark', and looking forward to 'Swingtown' to keep my little brain busy, at least until 'new army sweetie' gets here, then I'll be hella busy.

So, what has this one tried while counting down the days until my darlings come home and hot times are had at 'The Digs'? Well, I'm loving the sample of 'Silk Skin' moisturizing emoillent I tried (still loyal to 'Deep Water Squalane' though). You can order this amazing stuff by going to www.silkskin.com. And by all means do try 'Lakshmi Oil', which you can order from 'The Y Catalogue, go to www.theycatalogue.com. It's light, perfect for the season coming up and hey, Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and abundance, so, check it out.

Also with Pride coming up before you know it, you'll want to look fabulous and believe me, you will if you get some'Mega Sparkle' glitter from Wet'nWild. Also, if you want to not look pasty white until you get that tan, do try Wet'nWild's new 'MegaGlow Illuminating Powder'. You'll look like you just left the red carpet, and who wouldn't want that.

So, 'cause this one has this horrid cold, and Mercury's retrograde, so the old brain matter isn't clicking as much as usual, we'll close with no 'Young Blues' at this moment. But check in next time, 'cause not only will there be a kickass 'Young Blues', but delish dish about 'new army sweetie', and possibly 'army sweetie'.and hot times in the sheets. Also, this one wishes to send out a special thanks to May's 'Prince of Tides', the one who got things going for 'girl time' if you know what I mean. David, you rock1 Meanwhile, be nice toeach other out there, paint those toes dahlings, so we don't have 'monkey toes' in those cute sandals and do use bronzer so we don't all go blind from the many Northwest pale bodies going for the shorts and scanty tops. And do checkout the print version of this column next week in Seattle Gay News, and feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com.
Buhbye!

The 'Madison Mess', missing my 'soljah', and more in this abbreviated Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:40:00.000-07:00

FROM 5/15/08...

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Maybe because it's late at night, and it's been such a beotch of a week---does it seem to anyone else that Seattleites are losing their minds one person, one day at a time, or is it just my little corner of 'rat city'---but this version of 'L&L' 's gonna be shorter than the other, as in no 'Young Blues' this time. Do keep reading, though, as it'll be back next time, promise. At least this one did have the most amazing experiences at Le Wet Spot a weekend ago, thanks to a new bottom (who let this little sadist have such fun with the few toys she has---unfortunately couldn't get that new flogger at Emerald City Comicon,due to lack of cash flow, darn!), and a really skilled impromptu lover who picked up the slack when another bottom/lover didn't show. Ah, but plans are to make up for that this weekend, so this one does not mind. And this one owes a certan Taurean a big, birthday sexing up, when our paths cross again, as the vibe didn't go that way last time, with too many available love objects and just one, little me, and this one had a taste for Leos that night. Ah well, such is the world of me, oh very slutty one, eh? Er, yeah. We are soooo glad that was the weekend, because honey, last Monday, getting through the 'Madison Mess', you know that stretch of hell the DOT (Department of Transportation, honey) has thrown our way like yesterday's cat litter got more than this one Frederick's panties in a bunch. No, by the early evening, before the workout, this one was almost feeling like risking looking awful in orange (not this one's color hon, for sure), and going medieval on a buncha asses. Gawd, it's like a freaking obstacle course just to go to the Shell MiniMart and buy my fave pickles and one roll of tp (hey, maybe that's what I'll buy with my economic stimulus check, should I get one, a giant, eight roll pack of toilet paper, and a mega jar of sour pickles).

This one has it on good authority that a certain tight lipped beotch on the City Council brought this horror upon us and Senora ('cause I"m sure that one is no 'Senorita' honey, and that nothing good is going on in those musty, cobwebbed knickers babe) Jan Drago is even planning on more of this DOT vomit by the end of the Summer, or maybe sooner if the weak-kneed council and our so-called 'green' mayor bows down to her. Write her 'stick up there tighter than a virgin's twat' ass and tell her you have had enough of risking life and limb just to buy fucking groceries! Hey, you little sheep have to live here with this crap, as this one is off to Tacoma asap, so you might as well get some spines and rebel against this. Or hell, there'll be...hell to pay. After all, wouldn't want to make all of those NW Source commercials the lie that they are now would you? I mean, Seattle, where, according to the Police Beat in the Capitol HIll Times (yes some of us do read that paper occasionally my dears) a man was robbed, ran into the street on Madison trying to get help and got none, then got his ass beat for his trouble. That Seattle, where people not only don't smile and wave at you when you smile at them, but they might even glare at you, or walk briskly by as if you've insulted them. Honey, I don't know what frigging planet those NWSource folks are liiving on, but the Seattle I know, as a bodacious Black woman who is not afraid of food, doesn't need any substance in her to be 'high', and who says the 'G' word (God, ya know?) on occasion isn't at all friendly or even freaking polite sometimes. Oh, and you'll notice the one Black person in their adds isn't around anyone else or being spoken to, or waved at by any of the other so-called 'regular folks' that supposedly live here. Interesting that. Ask any bus rider (particularly the number eleven riders) how 'wonderful', they feel this town is and they'll probably (if they're really honest) give you the dirtiest look you can imagine. Once again, a town inventing its own hype and believing it, how stupid is that, pretty damned stupid.

Okay, enough ranting about 'this evil little town', and on to much better things. Like what I"ve tried recently and adored. Well, my little peaches, I do love the sample of Weleda 'Wild Rose Day Cream', I picked up at Madison Market recently. Lovely stuff and I love how it smells just a tiny bit like roses, but not so it overwhelms you. Makes La Face look yummy too. I also tried Dove's new line of Advanced Care shampoos and conditioners and particularly liked the 'Intense Damage Shampoo', and the conditioner, which even made my growing dreads look just sick and delish. Finally do try Wet'n Wild's 'Split Personality' lip gloss in 'Captivating' and believe me you'll look exactly that when you wear it.

So, since this one wants to get to bed before light comes, being the little vampyr that I am, I'll close it here and say, write Jan Drago, e-mail her or call her office and tell her enough of this construction headache. Unless she's willing to take a bus, or walk through this mess herself for a week, like this one did lately, and nearly get her fanny run over like I nearly did many times. And to you SUV driving, latte swilling drivers, stop putting your texting ahead of my and other pedestrian and bicyclist's safety and watch the damned road, after all, we paid for that concrete too ya know! Meanwhile, this one will go back to counting down the days until her 'new army sweetie', and hopefully 'army sweetie' come home in June. Be nice to each other out there and keep an eye out for folks walking. Buhbye!

Waiting and hoping for that economic stimulus check, my honeys overseas and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:37:00.000-07:00

FROM 4/28/08....

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Ah my darlings, life has taken some interesting twists,turns and flips of late. This one even ended up in the UW Med Center ER last week, Tuesday, after her heart started doing the rock'n roll in this gorgeous chest and this one had to dial up 911. And guess what my little chocolate truffles? One of the firemen who showed up was SO deliciousl, this one's heart felt like it did a backflip, and that was that, next thing I knew, I was in an ambulance on my way to the horsepitall (yes, I know how to spell, darlings!). Then this one was in the ER from midnight until 8, yes, eight in the a.m. And after some of the nurses---the nice ones found out this one is in love with two sarges overseas (and that this one has her own little harem), they were treating me like a celebrity. Ah, but that ended when 'Nurse Ratchett', this obviously very unhappy nurse came in and in a most unkind way, ripped the bandage holding my IV and the other one put on when yet another blood test had to be taken, off my arm. Now I've got this awful purple bruise to show for what started as a normal night, but ended in the night from hell, part two (part one was last year after the evil Metro driver caused me to fall down on his bus and this one was one major contusion from head to toe).
So, if you ever happen to be in the ER at UW Med Center, try to avoid this future sadist, lest your arm have a permanent reminder of your stay. To that evil nurse I say, shame, shame you mean beotch, shame!

Still, life is good, with my 'solja' having finally e-mailed me again, from 'over there' in the war zone, and now it's only one month and a half until this one meet someone I'm calling a 'soulmate'. And I am so hoping to get one of those big 'economic stimulus' checks in the mail soon. Hey, our wicked government has made sure the two sweeties I adore more than lemon scones and lapsang souchong tea are far, far away from this lonely little soul, so I'm thiking the least that Old Bushie could do is approve me a check, and not let the department of edumucation take it for that old student loan this one owes from way back when, eh? You're damn straight, no pun intended here. And there are these gawgess shoes this one has her little peepers on, from a new catalogue that ended up in my hot, little hands a few weeks ago. Do check out the Tracy Potter catalogue, at their website (which I'm just sure they have), and drool over some utterly yummy stuff, like a monkey teapot this one is also ordering soon, so she can have another tea party for when my soldier honey returns.
And what else has this one been doing or trying besides lusting for soldiers, shoes and being treated like a piece of meat by mean nurses at the ER (only one mean nurse to be fair to the other nice ones, especially the redhead who turned on the tv so I wouldn't be bored silly while I waited on the uncomfortable gurney? Well, I"m loving the new lip butter I picked up at the Fay Farm at the Ballard Farmer's Market last week. Try the 'coconut vanilla' and be delighted with how marvelous your lips feel. Hey, someone might kiss you too!

Also love, love, love,Anick Goutal's 'Le Muguet' eau de parfum. When you get some of this for yourself, or your mom (mother's day is coming up dahlings1) at Nordstrom, do ask the nice Asian salesclerk this one met, to tell you the stories that go with each Anick Goutal fragrance, and know that they can be mixed or just worn by themselves. They smell like what angels would make if angels made scents, trust me.
So, hope you've been keeping up with the serial story, 'Young Blues', and enjoying what I hope will someday be Seattle's first cop show. Keeping these fingers crossed my little pea pods, fo' sho'. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Nick, Travis, David D. and David from TJ's, L., those two young skateboarders, the two PLU kids who are 'on the other side' now, and all of my men and women in uniform over here and over there....

'Put the weapon down ma'am...ma'am put the weapon down,' It was him and Jill again, and he hoped this would not be a repeat of the Tiger Market situation, but before Thorkelson had to worry, the young woman put the gun in front of her and dropping to her knees, put her hands on her head. Jill reholstered her glock, as did Thorkelson and while Jill helped the woman to her feet and put her in handcuffs, Thorkelson checked the pulse of the man on the gound, trying to avoid getting the man's blood on his shoes or pants legs. 'DOA, call the guys at the coroners office, this one doesn't need an ambulance," Jill led the woman to the squad car, put her in the back seat, called in an incident report. She looked up when she saw the flashing lights and saw a detective with the new community liason pull up. Anne looked at the man on the ground, and Jill could tell this was the first time she'd seen a dead body. She wanted to tell her to get used to it, didn't, because she,herself still hadn't after three years on the streets as a 'blue'. 'Ah, I guess this one's 'karma' he made the parentheses sign with his hands, 'finally caught up with him,' Anne stepped away from the body, her eyes wide, but she was holding her own, not turning any whiter, or losing her guts on the pavement. Jill felt her chest swell with a sisterly pride, and she remembered doing the same thing when she was new, determined to show the boys she had some balls of her own. She'd have to raise a glass with this Anne Smith someday soon. 'You know..him?' Anne kept looking back,then away, then watched as the CSI's and coroner folks came on the scene and started to process things. 'Yeah, Ari Mohammed, gang banger, and one of the kids implicated in the shooting of a police officer a while back, he looked toward Jill, saw her lip go tight, turned back to Anne. 'He was on probation, and I think the judge was leaning toward community service as a sentence, if he kept his nose clean...always thought he'd resurface, but didn't think he'd end up like this, ' Thorkelson rejoined the group, after taking a brief statement from the woman in the car. 'Said he tried to grope her while she was walking home, followed her to her door, tried to force his way in, and she shot him,' the detective looked toward the woman in the car, whistled softly to himself, touched the gun on the ground with his toe. 'City's sure changed since when I got here thirty years ago from Philly...and not in a good way...Anne, you want to talk to her, make sure she knows we're not looking to railroad her in any way...we don't want a bunch of dy..' he stopped, realising he needed to be more 'pc' now that Anne was on board. 'We don't want her to think we're immediately taking young turk's side here,' Anne smiled at him, broke into a grin, punched his arm gingerly on her way to talk with the shooter. 'It'll get easier, sir, trust me...oh, and I'm a woman..or m to f..not a dyke..' Detective Merkelson turned red, looked up to the sky, back to Thorkelson and Jill, who looked away, refusing to smile, though they wanted to.
'But I've heard it on good authority that she has a girlfriend, ' he said to both officers, then went to talk to the CSI's processing the scene. Jill smiled and Thorkelson smiled back.

Former Captain Lawton had had his ass grilled for two hours by a thin eyed man in a dark suit, who reminded him of all of the '50's movie detectives he'd seen growing up. The kind of man who takes any slight to the justice system personally. Real do-gooder Lawton thought as he sipped on a double bourbon in he bar where he and his mistress met, where she was meeting him tonight. Only tonight, she was in lawyer persona, her 'day job', there to offer him some advice on his chances of coming out of this shit without too much dry ass screwing. 'Hey, been here long, traffic was unbelievable...' He looked up, then down immediately, reflex from old training sessions. 'I'm not 'mistress' right now lover, but the gesture was nice. Order me something, and let's see how we can stop them from taking my slave away from me and turning him into the department bitch,' Lawton grinned like a happy puppy. She would take care of him, she always did.

The next woman Bang killed had had a cat and a dog, and he felt compelled to return to his original nature and take care of them too. Watching her beg for their lives as he broke one neck, then the other made him feel sad and angry and powerful all at the same time, so to make her pay for his confusion, he raped her three times before he finally killed her. Then he stripped bare, dumped his clothes in a dumpster in some alley he'd not remember later, and slept in an abandoned building near her apartment, a place he'd started using more and more. Dressed in clothes he found in a corner, ignoring the smell of urine and sweat, he made his way back to the ramshackle apartment he'd taken over from Mohammed of late.

A long shower, some pot, and he stretched out on his mattress, feeling like a satisfied reptile that had just fed. Feeling the song of his mermaid all through his body, saying 'good, good, good'. And he dreamed of all of them, all of the dead girls, even some he didn't know, all lined up, dressed in white, and smiling, thanking him for saving them.

Jill and her partner, Thorkelson walked behind Anne into the dimly lit bar, felt conspicuous in their uniforms as they felt heads turn and eyes follow them to the booth where they all piled in. A curvy, pretty woman with a froth of red hair that reached to her waist joined them, kissed Anne, and turned to Jill and Thorkelson. 'I'm Chantal,' 'Squeeze, honey, baby, girl, whatever', Anne put her arm lazily around the woman and they both smiled at their companions. 'Thorkelson...Mark..," 'Jill McGarrity,' hands were shaken and they ordred a round of drinks and some food, taking Anne's suggestions as they gave their orders to the waiter, who smiled at Thorkelson. 'Is he single?' the young man asked, still smiling at Thorkelson, who blushed deeply. 'I don't know, but I think he's straight,' Anne winked at Jill, who found herself blushing now too. 'Too bad, for him,' Anne, Chantal and the waiter laughed as he walked off toward the kitchen. Thorkelson smiled, laughed weakly. Jill giggled, spontaneously hugged Thorkelson, then met Anne's eyes. 'Oh, that's how it is. Hey, I'll never tell,' Thorkelson looked surprised, Jill gaped, then they all laughed, sharing a moment that made them feel more equal than they'd felt all day. 'From the two gentlemen over in the corner,' the waiter reappeared with a glass, put it in front of Thorkelson, who raised it in a toast before drinking it. The group laughed again, on the way to getting the day behind them, at least for a while. In his car, detective Merkelson got a call, then called Anne. 'There's been another one, the parents are there, at the scene, and I think I'm gonna need you. Sorry to ruin your evening,' he hung up. In the booth at Spray, where Thorkelson was now on his third free drink and Jill was getting buzzed on something red, in a tall glass, Anne's face stopped smiling. She kissed Chantal on the cheek, made her way out of the booth quickly. 'Gotta go, another...another girl's been killed. The parents are there, and they need someone to talk to, ' She took a deep breath and Jill knew she was thinking of the earlier dead man. 'We'll be right behind you,' Jill downed her drink, Thorkelson his, and they both ordered two coffees to go, watched Chantal and Anne say goodbye at the door.

'We better take our time a bit, let some of the alcohol wear off a bit,' Jill eased into the patrol car next to Thorkelson. 'Aren't we off duty now?' he suddenly reminded her. 'Yeah, but...'Jill started, watching Anne's car pull out of the parking space near theirs. 'She'll be fine...you were...' Jill looked into her partner's eyes, wanted to kiss him there and then, touched his face gently instead. 'Yeah, you're right. So, my place then?' 'Sounds like a plan to me,' Thorkelson smiled, but inside he was hoping Anne had steel in her spine when she got to the crime scene. He knew she was going to need it. The waved to Chantal, walking alone to her car, and they knew they weren't the only ones praying for Anne's nerves to hold.

So,there you are my little petunias, and I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. Do feel free to e-mail me your thoughts at ijanaral@yahoo.com and do read this column in its print form in SGN every other week. Buhbye!

Lust Via IM, the new excercise plan, and following my heart, in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:35:00.000-07:00

FROM 4/17/08

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

First, before my short attention span/swiss cheese memory mind forgets it, I love, love, love that Pepsi commercial (though this one would never drink anything with guarana and ginseng in it honey, lest my heart skip right out of my chest!), and I hate the Lean Cuisine commercial where the women are making it seem eating is bad. Newsflash bigwigs at Lean Cuisine, if it hadn't been for women, who are the 'gathererers' in this society---or were when we were all still grunting, or whatever folks did to communicate back tthen ---no one would have survived. I mean, can you imagine if we'd had to depend on the meat men hunted, meat that often killed the hunter and ate them? So ladies, eat up, eat plenty and stop leatting that stupid diet industry make you feel bad about liking food. Hell, I sure have.

Ah, and I'm sooo much better since my last entry here, in that 'soljah boy' (he called himself that in one of our last messages back and forth) is e-maling back and forth on a regular basis, and hey, this one has even put that one's photo on the fridge in The Digs. True, it's a bit awkward having 'army sweetie' on the cabinet across from that pic, but hey, what's a girl to do eh, when she loves two hot ones?
And no, this one did not hook up with a certain hot redhead in Tacoma last weekend, sadly, but we did attend a friend's wine and cheese soiree, and even sung karaoke to their 'Guitar Heroe' program. So many reasons this one wants to move to Tacoma and now that's one of them, being at the monthly soiree of my sweet, sweet friend.
Oh, and this one must commend Ron Sims for his stance to help animals in those awful shelters in King County. That animals are disposable is a ridiculous thought and it's about time someone noted this. This one also wishes someone would note that Seattle has at least as many---okay, yes I'm still a minority for real here, but the numbers are changing folks---people of color as white folks and that this fact would be reflected in news shows and on commercials. I mean, if Seattle really wants to change something, it could change how it portrays itself as such a white, white city. Think of it, Black anchor women and men on prime time news, and not just out in the fields. Seattle you could change the world, or at least your little piece of it. Think and act.

On that note, I have to express my opinion on the whole 'Obama is elitist' crap. Dude, the man is just calling a spade a spade. This one grew up in Texas, and she knows how there are some folks who are afraid of just about everything----fear based on nothing but it controls them anyway---and yes, they do cling to guns and bash other folks over the head with their idea of religion to explain a whole host of wrongs. True, Obama,running for president might have said it with a little more diplomacy, but hey, the man's a Leo, and Leo's lay it on the table. Unlike Scorpios, who always hide something. Hillary's a Scorpio, you figure that out.

So, what has this one been doing besides lusting for a 'soljah' over there, trying to find this month's 'prince of tides', and occasionally following politics? Well, I did try this delish pressed powder from Wet'nWild, part of their new 'Ultimate Touch' line, and loved my look. Also try Annick Goutal's 'Songes', and when you pick this up at Nordstrom, have the salesclerk ( a nice Asian girl whose name this one did not get because she was rushing to see 'The Forbidden Kingdom' screening) to tell you the story of Goutal's fragrances. Also got this delightful catalogue in the mail, 'Tracey Potter' and have my eye on these spicy python print shoes (no honey, this one would not wear real python skin anything, even if she could afford it, because hey, each animal needs their skin, ya know?). There is also this fab monkey tea pot that this is going to order for her little 'tea party', set for sometime before I move to Tacoma. Check it out and I'm sure you'll find something you love in the catalogue.
Pick up the yummy 'Ultimate Touch' powder by Wet 'n Wild at Bartels.

So, now that I've got my own little lap top---'Gertie', who is quite temperamental, but I love her anyway---this one is going to give you another chapter of 'Young Blues' with that rave inspiration mentioned in this one's print column two weeks ago in SGN. Enjoy. Now, 'Young Blues', for Tamari Jones, Eric, Nick, Shane, David D., David (from TJs), L., Officer Nelson, and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here....

'How long has he been here, sir,' Thorkelson was listening to the manager of La Belle, but he was looking at the sad, badly dressed man sititng in the chair with two restaurant employees standing guard near him. Near the man were three children of various ages, all young, all badly dressed and all with faces that seemed as if they'd never seen soap or water. Connors, his partner for this shift, was standing behind him, her face eager, her eyes bright with the thrill of her first collar. He thought of Jill, his regular partner, and lover's eyes, how hers, like his had taken on a steady stare, as they'd dealt with situations still ahead for this new 'young blue'. 'Did he offer to pay the bill...did you give him...' 'Wait, Thorkelson, what are you...' Connors had her hand on his arm, her eyes were large, outraged. He could almost see her quoting 'the code' to him. He turned back to the manager, and removed Connors' hand, ignored her flashing eyes watching him. 'I have money!' the man stood up, yelling, was restrained by the employees, two overachievers, one with acne,the other who looked like she might have a career in the correctional system someday.
'Look sir, we can take him in, but if he's willing to pay for his meal, would that not satisfy you?' The manager,a shorter man with pockmarked skin, and dark, calculating eyes, looked at him with a tight mouth, then nodded his head toward the employees who went back to work, and left the man and his children alone. Thorkelson stayed to make sure the bill was satisfied, looked at the 'all u can eat' sign in the window. 'You spelled 'you' wrong', he said to the manager, who he would have swore tightened his mouth even more. The man and children went back to their table and ate the food in front of them like starving rats. Thorkelson felt his guts churn, then got back into his car with a still fuming Connors. They rode together in silence, but he knew the lecture would be coming any time now. Until then, he enjoyed the warm feeling of doing something Jill would have smiled at, had she been there..
After Bang had killed the girl he'd met on the bus, he took a while, standing over her body, studying the shape of her face, of her lips, her now silent chest, closed forever eyes. He felt sad, but he got a hard on, and without thinking, he unzipped his pants, lay down beside her and masturbated, listening to the soothing song of his 'mermaid' in his mind.

'Heard that parade might be cancelled..you know the ones with the guys in stockings and those ugly...' Lawton hushed up as fellow officer Grenner held up a hand to silence him. He was back in the station, but only in an unofficial capacity while the investigation into misconduct was still being conducted. Anne Smith, the new community liason was about to give a gingerly, 'acceptable in public' kiss to her girlfriend, when Chantal grabbed her head and forced a real kiss out of her. She melted into it and they both giggled, knowing there were eyes on them. Let 'em look, she thought, watching Chantal peel out into the street and drive away waving a kiss at her. She'd done enough hiding in her time. 'Hello, I'm Anne', she shook Chief Lawton's hand, eyed Grenner and squared her shoulders as she stepped into the station, ready for her day. The first face she saw, Jill McGarrity met her eyes with a sparkle that told her she not only saw the whole thing, but approved. It was going to be a good day, Anne thought as she passed other 'young blues' in the hallway.
Then she saw detective Mellers at her desk, a file folder in his hand and sighed.
'Ready to earn that paycheck the city thinks you deserve?' He was only half smiling, so she knew what was coming wasn't going to be something she'd remember as the good part of this day. 'One of the parents of one of the girls...' he lowered his voice a little, noting that a few officers were mingling near them. '...one of the parents wants to know if we're really working hard enough solving their daughter's murder, you get to talk to him and his...wife...they don't live together right now...it's...anyway...hope you had a good breakfast because lunch might be a little late,' And with that, they were in his car, back out in the afternoon, Anne's heart picking up speed, as she tried to focus on how to help these people.
Travers was the first one on the scene, and already Thorkelson, Jill, and a new 'young blue', Connors were there, taking the statements of a few of the less outrageously dressed 'ravers'.

He felt his 'spidey sense' prickle along the back of his neck, that feeling that eyes were watching him, eyes that didn't approve of a uniform being in their space. He took a deep breath, moved while paramedics, csi's and fire personnel did their jobs in the aftermath of the accident. 'New partner?' he asked Thorkelson as he watched Connors walk toward a group of 'lookey loos' and gesture for them to get back. 'Yeah, a bit over eager,but not bad,' 'But she's not Jill, is she,' Travers let himself put extra meaning into that statement and he enjoyed the flush of red that came to Thorkelson's cheeks for a moment. 'No, but Jill and I have been...we've been partners for a while. I better see if she needs me to keep this crowd back, see ya at the station,' So, there was something, but Thorkeslon clearly wasn't going to talk about it to him, Travers thought, then his attention was brought back to the moment as a hand on his shoulder jarred him. 'Miss....' he was about to say, when he realized he was staring into the eyes of his new lover, who looked like one of his wet dreams, dressed in skimpy shorts and a see through shiny top with a red bra and her usual black boots and fishnets. 'Hi..what's going on here?' a cigarette dangled from her hand, smoke curling upward in the rainy air. 'Accident, some kid wandered into the street, got hit...you should...here...I'll escort you away from this...' he hoped no one was watching them, ignored the eyes of a female paramedic he'd gone out with a couple of times as he walked his girl around the warehouse to a quiet alley way. 'We've got to stop meeting like this, and doing this,' she giggled as he pulled down her shorts, then her fishnets, slipped his fingers into her. She moaned and kissed him as he, now unzipped, slid himself inside her and begin to push her harder into the wall with each stroke. Both were in the middle of an orgasm, when two ravers happened into the alley, on the same business as they, then giggling, left quickly. Travers clenched his teeth as he let himself go inside his new girlfriend, hoping those two didn't attract more attention, something he certainly did not need. But by the time she'd rearranged her clothes and they'd kissed goodbye, the alley was still empty. Still, as he walked back to the scene of the accident, where emergency personnel and a couple of 'young blues', including Thorkelson, Connors and Jill McGarrity were still milling around, he couldn't shake the feeling of there being eyes on him.

So, there you are my little silver hearts, nd I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. And it must be said, those who are wholesale using the 'f' word like it was a paintbrush held by two year olds, stop it, just stop it. I mean, using 'fuck' in every sentence does not a good, or hip writer make, just a bad one, who's run out of real ideas, ya know? Unless you're writing fiction, then all's fair, eh? Keep that in mind, and keep reading this and the print version in SGN every other week. And to a certain 'fan' who needed to ask about my writing credentials, thank you my dear for reminding me why I do this, for the fun of it of course. Oh, and you can e-mail me YOUR thoughts too, dear reader at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye!

Days of no sleep, smells of chemicals in The Digs, lust through the web and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:33:00.000-07:00

FROM 4/11/08...

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

As I sit here, on the third night of a day that started with a workman (this time his trusty co-hort was busy elsewhere) awakening me much earlier than this little vampyr likes to get up, I've cried my little eyes out (the army guy I've been instant messaging with is...missing...or I haven't heard from him in a couple of days, and he's in Iraq, whre the war is). I got yelled by an older lady this evening, after my day turned from bad to worse and I was late seeing my Divine Dr. Que, and forgot not to wear such a pungent parfum--said lady was allergic and really reacted. So my bad day collided with her allergies and I didn't cry then, but I whined, came home, made pasta, watched some television, then I bawled like a baby.

Hey, no sleep, a violent nightmare (that was something that made me grateful for the aforementioned workman waking me up this morning!), no sex for longer than I'm happy with, and not hearing from my new honey (no, I have NOT forgotten 'army sweetie', who' s also still in the war zone), and this kid's not a happy camper loves. Ah, but I did look delish in the red lacy number I ordered from Pyramid Imports, and wore to last night's Seattle Rep opening night of 'The Cure At Troy' (which this one is still mulling over, as in 'did I like it, did I not, hmmm?). One hopes this one can get the photo (and some of this one's undies---that's what 'new honey' wants) to that one before the arrival back in the states in June.

And what else has happened---besides being made a virtual prisoner by SHA,who decided that this week would be perfect to strip and wax all of the floors in the building, thus inconveniencing and giving this one allergic reactions of her own? Well, I did get a horn honk from, maybe a certain officer of the law, today no less. Or maybe it was one of that one's co-workers. Either way, it did lighten this one's misery a bit.

Also, this one has been not only burning up the internet wires with sexy talk to her soldier fella, but also this one experienced something new (this in a life of so many thrills it's hard to imagine anything I haven't done) this week. Computer sex---that's like phone sex, only it was over a computer, with both of us furiously IM'ing and this one in a ball of orgiastic delight before it was over, and many giggles. Ah, the good part of the week before hell came to sit in The Digs for a little sojourn.

Oh yes, this one should mention she now has a laptop, thanks to a dear friend, with Quest broadband (which this one is totally hoping for a miracle of good business to be able to keep affording) and is enjoying all sorts of fun---including writing this blog from The Digs. That iswhen the machine isn't freezing for no apparent reason. Ah, technology.

Oh, and I'm adding to my 'hot list', Rebecca Stevenson, the new Channel 7 weather person, that bride on the 'Jack-in-The Box' commercial (okay, she's a bit bratty, but it makes me want to throw her on a bed and take her forcefully until she's screaming my name in joy), and that redhead on the 'Quest' chatline commercial. All smokin' hotties.

And what has this one tried that she loves and wants to share with you my little frosting flowers? Well this one loves Tom Ford's 'Black Orchid' Voile de Fleur (which this one tried and wore last night to 'The Cure At Troy', and did get so much notice too. Try it and see if folks don't give you lots of attention too. Also liking L'Occitane's 'Myrtle' (unfortunately the older lady The Divine Dr. Que had been seeing before this one arrived on the 'day from hell, part 3' did not feel the same), which you can pick up the L'Occitane store in Pacific Place. Pick up the Tom Ford at Nordstrom. But hey one thing this one loves and will definitely be trying and trying and trying on, is the new Aldo shoe store, which this one passed by on the way to the worst film ever made, 'The Ruins' (see the review in this week's SGN).
Shoes so delish this one probably felt her feet cheering, and shoes this one will definitely be trying on (and buying) as soon as the cash flow situation improves, like say, when this one gets her 'economic stimulus check'---that's if the Department of Education does't scarf it up for that unpaid student loan). A girl could fall in love with shoes like that or make someone else fall in love, or lust with her in shoes like that. Check them out, they're about a block from The 5th Avenue Theatre. So that's it for this time my little Sparklets, and 'Young Blues' will be back next time, after this one has gotten much more sleep, and let's hope this one has good things to report on both her new army honey, and a certain hot, Norwescon redhead this one is supposed to be meeting with this weekend. And oh man, after the week this one has had (not counting the very sizzling computer sex with a certain Italian sargeant, yum!), a good time is long overdue. Be nice to each other out there, and pray that this one also finds a new publisher, because the other one is not publishing 'Prayerland', as had been planned, as the crappy economy had hit home even in the world of new books coming out. Damn that George Bush and his stupid war and trillion dollar deficity any freaking way! So, until a better choice comes up, this one is voting for Obama, and hoping for a better turn in the personal economy. Buhbye my dahlings!

Chatting with soldiers online, lusting for cops, seeing the coolest band and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:30:00.000-07:00

FROM 3/30/08....

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Ah, the woes of having yet another (now Spring) cold, and being 'off the sports list' at the same time. After such great time having little Miss P. be the happiest 'she's' been in some time at Norwescon, via a lovely 'ride' on my young, redheaded lover too! Doesn't seem fair that I"m now 'the sniffleupagus of TheDigs' , and the tissue habit is out of control. Oh well, there's lots of ginger for tea, echinacea/goldenseal tabs (you can get some of your own, for your own cold, at Trader Joes), and this one broke down and got Quest broadband on the laptop a friend gifted me with earlier this year, so I'm now part of the twenty-first century, and having mega fun chatting with this young hottie who's 'over there' (wonder if he's seen 'army sweeti'e', this one sure would love to see that one!). Oh, the e-mails we've been burning up my computer with. Hope Big Brother's not listening in, or if they are, hope they're having fun with the photos of certain anatomical parts of that one, that my young soldier sent me lately.

Hmmm hmmm hmmm! Also, there's another soldier, potential lover (gasp, a Scorpio!), who also sent some delish photos of his own, and is on this side of the Atlantic, so this one is hoping to hook up with that one sometime very soon. Hey, whatever gets this little kitty to Tacoma works for me honey. But I already miss my redhead from Norwescon play, and am hoping that one does take the ferry across the sound and join me in The Digs for a homecooked dinner and more fun in the sheets. Don't care if I'm walking funny for a day or two, heck, even a week, as that one is memorable and so worth it! And lastly, this one is still longing to have a sit down lunch, dinner or whatever with a certain super hot officer of the law, and oh, oh, oh this one did enjoy seeing her fave Trader Joes clerk, even if he was busy at the time. Now there's a kissable face, fo' sho'!

And what else has this one been into besides lusting, recovering from 'the killer Seattle cold', and chatting up hot soldiers? Well, not only did I check out the opening night Cabaret, and the delish party at Sazerac after. The show? Dahlings, it's fabulous, and though we still love the Liza Minelli/Joel Grey/Michael York film version---I mean, nobody is La Liza now are they--the 5th Avenue's version (with the mesmerizing Nick Garrett, he of 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Re-Bar show fame) is definitely yummy. This one particularly loved all of the cheesecake and beefcake a la those sassy, dancers in their sexy, red outfits. Oh, and when those legs (the legs of the femmes, honey) parted, and a little 'stuff' was hinted at, well, this one just needed to fan herself. But, dahlings, this one cannot believe---oh well, yes she can---how stoopid some Seattleites are on the whole WWII history thang. Folks were actually laughing and chiming in with humming on the song that foreshadows the coming Nazi takeover of Germany (and but for the Russian army, everything else, ewww!), and one particularly moronic lad laughed at the tongue-in-cheek number dealing with anti-semitism. Oh baby, these folks need help sooo bad! Seattle, pull your overly computerized heads out of your 'we'll never give up our cells' asses and learn what the rest of us not from here know.

And dahlings, though this one eats meat, she does not wear fur, even old fur, so what's up with those of you silly enough and unenlightened enough to think wearing the skins of dead animals is fashionable. Especially the silly date of the abovementioned laughing anti-semite. Get with the program and remember, there could be a planet where animals have evolved and you would probably be shunned there, so stop wearing fucking fur!

'Nuff said about that, but dahlings do go and see that show and cheer Mr. Garrett on, 'cause he is the real star of that show. And this one also stopped in to grab some of that delish Lapsang Zhivago tea (okay, among you coffee drinking nerds, even my fave Lapsang Souchong is an acquired taste, but hey...) at Sureshot coffee, and guess what? There was this kickass band playing (they're called 'Radiolake', and they have the coolest femme drummer who can really bang those skins baby!). They sound like 'Band of Horses' meets Nirvana and gets tweaked by this one's fave band, 'Dead Confederate', and yet they're so original and so refreshingly original. Way better than those clone bands that all sound alike and look alike these days. Very much like the bands this one loved when she was just moving to Seattle from Chicago, in '87, before the evil condo conversion of every piece of land happened to this evil, little city. They'll be playing at The Skylark (in West Seattle, and a place this one hopes to sample for her other column in The Seattle Sinner) on April 11th, at Flight's in Everett on April 25th and at Bop Street Records in Ballard on May 17th. Go see these guys, and fall deeply, happily in love with them as this one has. Oh, and they have an ep with songs on it this one hopes will weave themselves into the television show she hopes is made from the serial story, 'Young Blues' (in this very column!) someday dahlings. Do see the female drummer in the next print version of this column in two weeks in Seattle Gay News. You'll see, Olga rock (that's her name my little spring tulips).

So what does this one love, and that she wants to share with you right now? Well, do try L'Occitane's Eau de Parfum, part of their Notre Flore line in 'Cedar'. Very cleansing, whether you have a cold or not. Also love Decleor's 'Cleansing Milk' which'll make la face look marvelously clean and sweet. Just what you want for Spring my dears, trust me!

So, to the aforementioned (and soon to be televised on a station you can get, we hope, soon), 'Young Blues', for the crew of the Alaska Ranger, Eric, Shane, Travis, David D., Officer Nelson, and David (ftj), L., and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here.....

Like breaking the surface of the lake he'd swam in as a boy in the small town of Romeoville, Illinois, he let himself go in her, and felt her spasm beneath him, her sweaty breasts mashed flat by his weight, the smell of her surrounding him. He drove in deep, hard, and got as his reward a porno movie gasp from his goth queen Larique, and the feel of her long nails on his own sweaty skin. She rose up and kisses him, her taste of him and her earlier taste of clove cigarettes embedding her into his brain forever. He enjoyed her second and third, and finally fourth, and most intense orgasm, and wished he could join her, but being older and male, he was only good for the one. But as he rolled off his lover, his cock now spent, and the whole day about to crash down on him like a house, he was still happy and seeing her face in the half-light of the lava lamp on her night stand, he felt more satisfied than he'd ever been. Officer Travers smiled as Larique Morris, the girl he was supposed to have arrested for possession of marijuana, when he'd found her smoking a joint with some friends out back of the goth club, layed her head on his chest, her body still quivering with 'aftershocks' as she called them. He started to dream, first of nothing, then of a man with no head pointing a finger at him, and of the same man becoming many men, becoming a battlefield, the same battlefiled he'd been on when he served two years in Afghanistan. He was about to talk to a child, when that person turned around, had no face, and he woke up then, shaking beside a sleeping Larique. He sat up, his head in his hands, his mouth dry, but he decided not to look for water, not right now. Better to lay back down, bask in that warm smell of her, her, and the moments from earlier.

Bang saw the girl at a bus stop across from where he was dragging on a cigarette from a pack he'd lifted from the store one of Mohammed's friends worked in. Somehow knoiwing that it was stolen, right from under the eyes of the clerk (who'd been talking on the phone at the time) made the smoke taste so much better, or he felt it did. She was laughing with some other girls, all in the dress of Muslim's and speaking a language he'd heard, but that was from a different part of Africa than he and Mohammed were from. He watched her, watched her hands dance in front of her, decided he'd keep those after. He was about to move himself acoss the street when a patrol car with two officers drove past. The two white officers, one with eyes like a winter sky looked at him, but they drove on. He felt his pulse quicken, which made his sprint across the street after they were about a block away that much more exciting to him. When he smiled into the shy eyes of the girl, pulling smoke into his lungs, he already could feel her neck in his hands, even as he took one of her hands into his. She even let him put his arm around her on the bus as they rode away from the stop. Slut, he thought, not supposed to let a stranger touch your body this way. He would take his time teaching her a lesson. He was listening to her tell him about where she lived, and something about her roommates being out, and asking him about himself. He only half heard and answered without caring what he said. She laughed,and he plotted.

'So how'd you get roped into this gig?' Lee, one of the downtown officers was asking Thorkelsn, who was keeping an eye on a new group of young men dressed in the usual club wear, including backwards baseball caps. Maybe trouble, maybe just wannabes, he'd keep his eyes peeled. 'Needed some extra cash, and also I happen to like one of the bands, 'Radoolake', they're from near my hometown,' Lee laughed, and Thorkelson could feel his face go red. A couple of teen aged girls passed by them, and the older one, a dark haired beauty that reminded Thorkelson of a girl he'd lusted after in high school looked him up and down, and evenly met his eyes. The smile she gave him made him feel hot all over, and seeing the effect on his face, the two giggled and walked on. 'Females know they're power early,don't they man?' Lee patted Thorkelson on the shoulder and the two laughed, Thorkelson a little uneasily as he looked after the girl, and saw that she looked back at him, and smiled. 'At least I'm not into either 'Neon Pee', or 'Demon Sushi, the other two bands playing,' Thorkelson clapped his fellow 'blue' on the shoulder and they both laughed. Then a sound of loud voices drew both of their attention to a drunk man who was harassing some concertgoers, the same girls from earlier, who had been joined by two similarly dressed boys. Thorkelson had to admit the girl held her own as the man got more and more lewd with his comments, and was about to laugh, when the girl punched the man so hard he fell to the sidewalk. Damn, now he would have to defend the creep on the gound, he thought as he and Lee skidded to a stop near the group. But the man pulled out a knife and just barely missed the girl, and her boyfriend, who kicked the man as payback. Thorkelson reached in, missed the knife the man was drunkenly wielding, a pocket knife from some thrift store, with Lee behind him and they drug the man to his feet, had him cuffed and on the way to the patrol car in minutes. Thorkelson heard the girls whispers, and he found himself walking a little taller, even if he realized his hand had been nicked by the knife and the pain buzzed around his consiousness like an unwanted gnat. He smiled, though, thinking of how Jill would probably be super nice, again, while she helped him dull he pain.

'You look good in your....uniform....kinda sexy..' Anne giggled, a sound she was starting to feel more comfortable with coming out of her once male throat. This was the sound she'd always heard herself making, even as her mother insisted on making her dress as the boy she'd been born, and her father, (a hard-edged machinist) slapped her everytime he caught her in her sister's panties. She'd worn them under her jeans, and one day he pulled them down to spank her for some wrong she'd forgotten and there they were, with little pictures of 'The Little Mermaid' on them. Now she had a drawer full of the laciest, most revealing lingerie she could buy, and ones her girl had bought for her. The touch of her lover's fingers on her useless, but still there, penis brought her back to earth. Anne smiled as Chantel worked the limp organ back and forth, then kissed Anne's mouth gently, then firmly. Her softness was something Anne both loved and envied, and now she let herself belost in in, her own fingers slipping into Chantel's wetness, drawing a sigh from her. Again, the dance of being herself, and being her lover, the joy of being female and not having to hide anymore.

Tomorrow, tomorrow she'd deal with the people from those groups. She couldn't remember their names anymore as Chantel slid on top of her, groaning and grinding, and wet.

So,there you are my little Spring flowers, yet another layer in the cake! Keep reading, and by all means feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and read the print version of this column every other week in Seattle Gay News. And this one hopes 'Dexter' stays on CBS at least until this one gets cable, 'cause he may be a serial killer, but Michael Hall is hot! Buhbye and go Obama!

More Craigslist haters, lust satisfied at Norwescon, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:28:00.000-07:00

FROM 3/27/08...

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, wouldn't you know it. My newest ad's only been on Craigslist a couple of days and already some 'hater' has flagged and removed' it. Aren't they just the 'sour grapes' and all then? You betcha! Probably some nutjob ex, or stalker from the past. Ah, the price of being a Love Goddess, what can I say, my little tea leaves! No matter, this little lust queen had her dreams come true last weekend, when she hooked up with a certain hot, young red headed boy from last year's Norwescon orgy. Yes, this is the same one in a photo on this very blog (you'll probably have to hunt and hunt for that pic, but I think it's still there, dahlings), that gave this one soooo much pleasure last year, and left me in such a state of bliss atter this year's Norwescon, that I might not need sex for another week---well, that is until it's time to visit The Wet Spot (which this one is planning to do this weekend, unless she's 'off the sport's list'). Also got 'sold' in the Timbuktu 'slave auction' to the nicest 'master', a man with challenged vision, but who gave this one a massage, and even attended the impromptu 'tea party' a friend and I threw in our room at La Quinta. Didn't get to any of the other parties, because of my time commitment to my 'master', but still had great fun hanging with the folks from International Bank of Timbuktu after the auction. DoubleTree SeaTac's management---the same ones who are working their staff without a contract (since 2007 folks, is that a crime, or what?!), kiboshed all of the parties by putting outrageous rules on the hosts, so everyone moved to LaQuinta for mucho fun, and the con of all time still rocked with lots of costumed fans and lots of pressing the flesh of old and new friends. True, now this one has a little head cold, but ah well, my memories of a certain red head's face when we both rang our bells, that was soooo worth it! Looking forward to making that one dinner in the near future and will let you in on some of the details (some things are just for the little 'blue book' in this one's head) later. Oh, and the same day this one was floating on pink cloud number nine from the goodbye hug from that tall redheaded hot boy, this one also saw a certain officer of the law, and that one waved to me from his patrol car. Yip, yip, yippeeee and then some! We so do hope to sit down to dinner or lunch, or whatever with that one in the near future. One hopes a disaster of some sort won't have to happen before we break bread at the local I-Hop---hey,it's a budget thing, ya know, and this one really wants to treat that hot SPD officer. Also have been brainstorming to try and figure out how this one can move to Tacoma (and start my ministry for soldiers and their families), and tryiing to get rid of this little cold, all at the same time. I can tell you working out not only is making my body bodacious, but is helping this cold go away too. All of this has made me almost forget that a certain Soap Opera Vixen is still on the job, doing little evil things behind the scenes (there was film I wanted to see, and a restaurant this one wanted to do a write up for her other column, but ah...never happened...so mysterious too), but hey, life's so good, and everyone adores this one these days (especially a certain, very hot Trader Joe's clerk, or at least he blushes we he sees me), that little 'Vixen' can just go and suck on some bitter lemons. Well, karma will catch up with that one, some day, this one is sure.

Oh, oh, and The Fabulous Daughter wrote her first piece of work for this one's paper, and this one is sooo proud! Talk about a chip off the old block. And I'm still saying Mr.Steve Raible should grow back the 'stache, and 'Piggy Man', (that guy on the Money Mart commercials) needs to be replaced by someone cuter. And I'm loving that new show, 'Unhitched' ,and the other one 'New Amsterdam'. Cute folks and good writing too. Oh, and I ad to my little 'hot list', Wendi McClendon-Covey from 'Reno 911'. What a hottie, and this one would love to bury her face in that chest any old day. So, what has this one tried and loved since you last read this blog? Well, I do love Versace's 'Crystal Noir', which got this noe noticed at the gym recently, and Maybelline's 'Volum Express Turbo Boost' mascara in 'Very Black' had everyone checking out these sexy peepers at last weekend's Norwescon (maybe that's why a certain officer of the law waved and smiled eh?). Pick up the eau de parfum at Nordstrom (and ask for Barb, the nices salesclerk) and get the mascara at either Bartels or Walgreens. Also, this one plans to pick up some of that L'oreal HiP lipgloss in a sultry color asap. Something that'll go well with that sexy, new top I just got from MetroStyle the other day, and will be wearing to the opening of 'Cabaret' tomorrow night. So, the last blog didn't have an update of 'Young Blues', because this one was in a hurry, for...Goddess who remembers...but now, here you go, another chapter. Enjoy and do feel free to let me know your thoughts about this series and if you're a filmmaker, hey, I'm still hoping to see this story become Seattle's first televison cop show. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, David, Officer Nelson, L., Kel, and all of my men and women in uniform over here and over there.....

The boy smiled shyly at the woman who sat a few feet away from him in the public sauna, as she prattled on and on with questions about Africa. 'What're you hiding under that towel, huh?' her lips were the color of the models in the magazines he kept hidden under his mattress at home and he suddenly felt a bit dizzy. 'Show me,' she moved closer and the youth slid off the towel, and pulled his swim trunks down to reveal his hard penis. 'Ohh, my, that's really something, so...' Before he could say how embarrassed he was, the woman's hand was around the shaft of his penis, and he could feel her sweat on him. He closed his eyes, put his hand over hers and sighed happily. She moved closer, her wet, pale skin touching his black skin, not thinking of the voices of children and adults outside, until the sound of a child's giggle, and then a woman's 'What are you doing!' Then, even as she felt the first discharges of the young man's orgasm on her hand, she felt her heartbeat speed up, and then there were gym staff, parents, children whispering and she and the young man were sitting in a cold office with bright lights. 'Ma'am is there anyone we should call?' A female officer was standing over her with a pad and pencil in her hand, another one, a young man who seemed like he wanted to be anywhere else was sitting on the desk in front of the young man, questioning him. 'I know her, Millie, it's Pat, can I...can I...just let me talk to her, please....' Another woman, her best friend, she'd been in one of the meetings on child safety with her, bought Girl Scout cookies from her.... 'Ma'am, Ma'am..if you could just wait...' Then she was being handcuffed and put into a patrol car. She saw the look in the young man's eyes as she was helped into the back of the car. Like a young tiger, so beautiful, his skin like polished stone. She could still smell him on her hands. She started to cry as the car pulled away from the gym parking lot. What would she tell her husband, her kids? 'Hey, he looked pretty happy to me....go figure....with her own kids right outside,' it was the female officer talking as they drove. Millie Langford closed her eyes and sighed.

'There's a person from the Iraqui Freedom Defense Fund, and someone from something called Women For Radical Change waiting in the lobby. They're here about the shooting of that Iraqi guy outside Zebra Market,' the new police chief looked at the young, female officer over his glasses. She was barely older than his daughter, and he found himself wondering where she'd gone to school, if she'd always wanted to be a police officer. He almost asked, but instead. 'Refer her to the new community liason, Anne Smith, let's see how she works under pressure,' With that the fresh faced young woman was gone, and he was again lookng over the detective's report on the recent murder of the two African women. He put his hands behind his head and sighed, and wondered what excuse he'd give to his wife for coming home late again. He looked at the photo of he and her on their last camping trip and closed his eyes. Suddenly he didn't like the former chief, a man he'd never met.

Bang was laughing with Mohammed and his new friend, Clay, a young Nigerian man who'd been in the country longer than both of them, and who was attending commuity college on a scholarship. He'd been the one who'd helped get Mohammed out of jail, and had friends from the college who were preparing a defense to try and get him off with a lesser charge.

'Man, that white woman saw this hard, black dick, and that was it. She had to have it. Felt good too, until that stupid kid busted our asses. But hey, what can I say, when you got it man, you got it' They all laughed and no one mentioned how the woman had had to pay for her taste of 'forbidden fruit' by being carted off to jail. They all were starting to feel the effects of the grass they'd smoked, and the beers, and a nice, warm glow started to replace he dull since of loss in Bang. The feeling he'd felt since he killed those girls. It wasn't killing them that bothered him, it was the feeling, strange, of being more alone in the world, that he had lost his mother all over again. He took a huge swallow of the 40 ouncer he was holding, and pushed his mind to forget everything but now. Yeah, now.....

'Good coffee, and good pancakes too,' Jill shoved a forkful of pancake toward Thorkelson, who hesitated, then gobbled hers, and started in again on the mountain of fries on his own plate. He let the salty, greasy taste settle on his tongue, and washed it down with a sip of coffee. Across from their booth, an older man and woman were seriously eating, not talking and not looking at each other, and in the back corner, a loud and noisy group of Goth kids was giggling and one upping each other, and one of them, a Black girl with eyes that met Throkelson's and made him blush, was keeping quiet. There was something about the way she stared at him that made Thorkelson both excited and apprehensive. One of the other girls, a kohl-eyed pale girl with hair that reminded Thorkelson of a parrot he'd seen in a victim's house one time, whispered to her, and they both giggled. Thorkelson met Jill's eyes and smiled. This was now, not yesterday when that man's head had....he looked out of the window quickly and felt Jill's hand touch his on the table. 'You didn't pull the trigger dude...' She said to him so soft he barely heard it. She already had a forkful of pancake for him when he turned around, and he ate it like it had the power of life and death.

Back in his patrol car, Travers was paging the same number over and over and swearing softly to himself. Where the fuck was the girl? He paged her again, and was about to give up, when his cell phone rang. 'You wanted me oh Mr. Officuh?' Her silky voice in his ear gave him some trouble with the hard on he was growing below the steering wheel. 'So where do you live my goth hottie," he was barely paying attention to his driving and nearly missed the car that sped through the light ahead of him, and the pedestrian who was now cursing the person out on the sidewalk. He should go after the car, he thought, but hey, 'Lil Man' was demanding some attention. 'Meet me at the cafe, the wi-fi place. I'll show you where I live,' She was gone and he was on his way to forgetting the previous day's events, and a better night's sleep than last night. And in her new office, Anne Smith was looking at the file on the man who'd been shot and trying to figure out how to serve both her officers and find justice for the people who'd come to complain about police accountability earlier. She pushed the file away and fished her cell phone out of her jacket pocket. 'Hey honey bear, how's your day been working for the 'blues'?' Anne sighed, closed her eyes and saw her girlfriend, Carla, she of the wavy red hair that felt like cool feathers on her hands, she of the sparkling grey eyes. 'Pretty intense, how long you gonna be awake,' 'Long as you need me to be, come on over. I'll give you a massage when you get here,' Anne smiled and placed the file in her 'in' box, lifted herself from the chair it seemed like she'd been siting in forever and prepared to put the day behind her. Driving to his Goth girl's meeting, Travers stopped at the 7-11 to grab a bite. He'd swear he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. His mission for food was stopped when he saw a young woman flagging him down. She had been crying and her clothes were dirty and torn, and an ugly bruise was forming on her cheek. 'He just jumped out and hit me, just jumped out those bushes....' Travers led her inside the store, called for the medics and put the word out to the other blues. The clerk behind the counter hurried to the girl with a can of soda, applied it to her cheek. Before Travers could get a statement, another, older officer, followed by a younger one pushed a man into the store. 'I think this guy is the one she'll be fingering,' the older officer held the man, who cursed and struggled, to no effect. Travers looked the man, a grubby looking junkie with sores on his face and mascared eyes up and down, and stood between the man and the now sobbing girl. 'That's him, he was trying to rob me, I think...' The younger officer produced a purse with a broken strap, and Travers took it. He wanted to roll his eyes, but the other officers were watching him closely,as was the clerk. He guessed desire would have to wait until later.

So, that's it for now, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog. Be nice to each other out there, stay warm in this werid ass weather and let's all pray real Spring comes soon. Buhbye!

The Norwescon adventure begins, 'no he di'nt say that!', and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:26:00.000-07:00

FROM 3/21/08...

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

As I sit here writing this, the sun is shining, and I've just gotten a glimpse of the Divine David of Trader Joes, after scooping up a few items for the impromptu tea party I hope to throw for a few friends at Norwescon. Life's going well, but I'm still burning after watching the news (I HAVE to stop doing that, really!) the other evening, and watching The Evil One's (alias Dick Cheney, someone's vp, not mine) response to the female newscaster telling him that the war is unpopular, that many have died and him looking at her with that familiar smirk and saying 'so'. Arggghhhh and then some! What the fuck is wrong with a country that isn't in the streets even as I write, circling the White House with signs saying things like 'GET THE HELL OUT YOU ARROGANT ASSHOLES!'? I mean 'so', did they put a rock in his chest when he had that last heart attack or what? My baby, the light of my life, my raison d'etre is over there getting his cute ass shot at and all Cheney the Evil can say is 'so'. Time for a revolution folks, so time!

Now that I've gotten that said (and no Secret Service guys have shown up to pull my hot little hands off this keyboard), I'll move on to the joy I'm feeling as the hours tick by to me getting dressed up in my 'Serenity/Firefly' best outfit for Norwescon ('cause I'm a 'Firefly' denizen for the day, and a fairy princess from, maybe 'The Far Side' at night). Cool, eh? I thnk so my little sugar flowers. And I have the coolest pink, lacy cami to top off my frothy beige and pinkish skirt, and white Frederick's stockings (wondered what I'd do with these, a mistake, since I actually ordered black ones) under it all. Can't wait, just can't wait, and I sooo hoping a certain, very hot army guy who just returned from desert training (this he told me via e-mail), one of my Craigslist folks, joins me. Aquarian to Aquarian, hmmm, should be fun! I'll let ya know next time, promise.

Also, I've composed a little 'hot list' in my lusty brain, and on it are Alicia Keyes, that Betty Page-looking redhead in the new Vogue, Max Azria ad, Kate Beckinsale (even if she is married, darn it!), and the Amiga girl who talks about the importance of being treated well. Yummy, wouldn't mind seeing them in my bedroom sometime. But, that piggy looking dude on the PIerre Money Mart commercial, ick, no thank you! All he's missing is the oink. And Steve Raible, you were hot with that mustache, don't led the new set and all change you. Put back the 'stache dude, true dat! So, that's my take on things around and about and I'm still saying to those pussy, lazy Seattleites who can't take bad weather (or whatever stupid excuse is keeping them sucking the oil teat and in their cars), get out and walk, ride the bus, and stop helping The Evil Empire (Bush administration) keep this war going with your refusal to get the hell out of your vehicles! The life you're saving is my honey!
And what has this one tried and liked that she wants to share with you? Well, I"m loving wearing my turquoise eye liner and pencil made by Wet'nWild. Truly, this combo is amazing and gets me flirted with every time I wear it. Add a dab of Make Up Forever's pink/gold glitter powder and bam! I'm dynamite in panties. Also love my 'Bad Gal Blue' mascara with this look, which really makes folks notice these adorable browns. Pick up 'Bad Gal Blue' by Benefit, at Sephora, and the Wet'n Wild line at Bartels or Walgreens. Also looking forward to trying Max Factor's 'Lash Blast' this weekend, to really stand out in my costumes at Norwescon, and will tell you how that went next time (or in the print version of this column in next week's SGN). So, for now, that's it my little Arabian coffees, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and check out the print version of this column in Seattle Gay News every other week. Oh, and if anyone has a cheap apartment for rent in Tacoma and building to donate so I can start my ministry for soldiers and their families, by all means e-mail me asap. No crank shit, just the real deal, 'kay? Thanks, and enjoy the Spring, be safe, be nice to everyone out there, and keep on protesting this stupid war. Buhbye! Oh, and props to St. Vincent De Paul and CAMP for helping this po' little writer keep her lights on. You guys rock! Now if only SHA would get off their dead asses and fix my shower tiles and my fucked up sink, I'd be truly happy!

Parking issues on Capitol Hill, fun at The Wet Spot and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-05-31T03:23:00.000-07:00

FROM 3/16/08...

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

What really gets this one in a tizzy? Folks who think they can park they're big, old truck or SUV or what-the-fuck ever in a bus zone! One, this is against the law, and two as a bus rider, I don't like having to inconveniently schlep out to the street to catch my bus, because said bus has to negotiate around your vehicle, because like an ass you parked in a bus zone. Plagues and poxes on you morons, and may you get many very expensive tickets. That's if the SPD (who this one normally adores---especially certain hot, blond officers!) takes the time to write said tickets. Arggghhhh! So much for the 'greening' of 'misery city'.

Folks, do you realize, with you little pea brains that the more you're willing to sacrifice for oil (watched this news report about people actually pawning or selling their gold jewelry for oil), then the longer that dumbass war will go on? You may as well be pulling the trigger on those lovely young men yourselves! Get a fucking clue and get a bicycle, use your useless legs, or car pool, or take the bus yourself, and stop parking in bus zones where smart folks like me are already taking the bus! There, now I feel better.

Okay, on to other things, like say, the presidential race. I've said, and I stand by it, that I'm for Obama, and I still am (though, being a Socialist/Feminist/Anarchist, I'd rather have a green, working class candidate from a third party), and watching Hillary's Scorpio stinger bring up some nasty stuff, I really am. Look folks, some of you don't believe in astrology, I get that, but you have to admit, Scorpios are downright wicked, and Leos rock. Hillary's a Scorpio and Obama's a Leo, both pretty typical of their signs too. You hang with a Scorpio, you've only yourself to blame when you get torched, or more accurately, stung.

Ah, and the dating experiement goes on, sometimes up, sometimes down. We did meet one of the Craigslist folks, and sparks didn't fly, though there was a lovely, delicious kiss before we parted, 'cause that one had a family emergency. Thus my bad luck with Taureans continues. Still, there are a couple of other ad answerers, so we'll see what happens in the future. For now, this one is looking forward to Norwescon, where I"m sure I'll get my bell rung (at last!), and maybe meet one of these folks for some face to face joy and bliss.

Oh yes, and my opnion, after hearing from very reputable sources that the DoubleTree SeaTac's new management is being jerks about the room parties this year, is that maybe it's time all of us freaky people moved to another hotel in the future. I love the DoubleTree, but knowing that they are making their workers work without a contract, not being willing to negotiate one that includes GBLTQ protections, and that they've virtually kicked out the most fun parties, I'm urging con goers to boycott the DoubleTree. Not Norwescon, that would be three parts of stupid. But definitely the DoubleTree should know how unhappy we Norwescon folks are, and La Quinta (who's hosting some kickass new parties, and the Timbuktu slave auction), should get all of the props we can give them. Viva LaQuinta! Boo DoubleTree SeaTac! Viva Norwescon forever!

Oh, oh, have to tell you, I finally tried The Sybian, this incredible sex machine. Yes, it's literally a sex machine, with removable dildoes and multiple speeds that can be controlled by a partner or one's self. And oh baby, the orgasms will make you pass out, trust me! Tried it the last time I was at The Wet Spot, and even though I was wanting a live 'sex machine', this little toy still did the job very well, thank you. Not a bad show for those who watched me get my cookies again and again and again, either. It also helped that my fave femme playpal helped in her own sadistic/lovely way by torturing my breasts at the same time. Yum! Left this one's knees weak, but not too weak to end the night, as I'd started it, by torturing yet another bottom. Good times!

So, with all of this fun, and getting all excited about Norwescon, what has this one tried and wants to tell you about? Why you simply must try L'Occitane's 'Very Precious Cream' facial moisturizer, and their 'Facial Masque' as well. Super for skin that's been tortured by Northwest weather changes. Also do try Versace's 'Crystal Noir', which this one tried and loved recently and will probably be on this one's skin at Norwescon for the festivities.

So, for you who have been enjoying my serial story 'Young Blues', here's some more for you. Enjoy! Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, L., Josh, David, David, Officer Nelson and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here.....
'You, you, come over here, now!' The two clerks behind the desk had been laughing about something that had happened with a customer earlier, and now they scrambled, hands on their heads out of the informal 'office' area and into the center of the store. Other customers, herded by the original man, who now waved a knife around warningly, gathered at the front of the store and other clerks stood frozen at their registers. One girl shook visibly, and another girl went to her. 'Make sure she's okay, now!' the man weilding the knife was in front of them, and now both girls trembled and the first one started to whimper. 'Here, call your authorities, now, now!' The man with the gun held out a cell phone to one of the clerks, identifying him correctly as one of the managers. The manager took the cell in trembling fingers, dialing uncertainly. 'We...I...there's a situation at The Zebra Market...yes, yes, yes...' The gunman snatched the phone from him, and shouted into it. 'I am Omar Shahid, and my friend and I, Kouref are in your store and we have been here in this city for six months, and we need to have housing. We are transferred from Iraq, working, worked for your government, and now we have no homes, you come here, one hour, you make someone talk to us, give us home here in this city, or customer die, now!' He handed the phone back to the whitefaced manager. 'He has a gun, the other one has a knife...about six or seven customers, some clerks...I think he means it...' The gunman snatched the phone, hung it up. Two customers, two women who looked like lovers, held hands and stared at the gun man with stony, resolved faces. The man looked back at them, frowned, looked away. He returned to the door, watching to see if anyone would come. The face of his wife, and daughter, who he knew would be making dinner right now at the home of a friend who'd allowed them to move in when they had to flee Iraq. He also thought of the ruin that had become his old neighborhood, the sounds of the dying, he sounds and smells of combat. He clutched the gun in his hand and started to look around the room, a feeling of power starting to rise in him. His friend, holding the knife, smiled as he knocked a bottle of pickles from a nicely dressed woman's hands, sent it crashing to the floor, enjoyed the reaction of the other customers, especially the one who fainted.

They'd torn each other's clothes off, him lifting her off the floor, then onto the bed, and fucked. Not made love, fucked. Now they lay curled around each other with that familiarity and forgiveness couples who've come through a fight and made up have. 'You've been with someone new, haven't you....' Kirsten leaned on her elbow above her boyfriend, Mark Travers, officer Mark Travers, who lay on his side, facing away from her in the dark. She turned on the lamp he'd bought her for Christmas, and he blinked as he looked up at her, his brown eyes like opaque water, like Puget Sound from the deck of the ferry. 'Haven't you'. He tried to touch her, she moved away from him, turned on her side and curled up. He could feel her anger, hear her try not to, but start to cry softly. 'Honey...Kirsten...' 'Is she pretty?' her voice whispery and watery from someplace that seemed far away. 'It...she...baby it's nothing, come on...we were separated...' Kirsten turned, faced him, tears running down her face, her blue eyes on fire with hurt and anger. 'We were trying to figure out where we were going...at least I was...' her voice, so soft and without malice cut him like a laser. 'I won't see her again...' Kirsten's eyes got wider and she stormed out of the bed, throwing on the robe she'd been wearing. 'Get out, get out Mark! Get the fuck out of my house!' He held up his hands, pleading silently for her to return to bed, but she was resolute, sobbing now. 'Get out.' He quickly dressed, didn't try to hug her as she closed the door behind him and locked the door on his way into the night to his car.

Thorkelson, Jill, and Pam were wrapped in a nest of naked arms and legs, dozing off the many glasses of wine when Jill's beeper went off and she finally acknowledged that she wasn't dreaming. She shook Thorkelson, her partner, disengaged herself from Pam, eased her back onto the makeshift bed they'd made of pillows and blankets on the floor, tried to clear her head. Thorkelson was already up, in his pants, pulling on his shirt, had a glass of water for her and one for himself. She knew they looked just like they'd slept in their clothes and was glad that Thorkelson had an extra uniform here, just in case (she'd made him do that when he was late having to return to his place to change after spending the night a couple of weeks ago). 'It's The Zebra Market, hostage situation, better get there in a hurry,' the dispatcher crackled on her radio as she and Thorkelson got to their cars, headed to the station to pick up their patrol cars.

The girls had both been sexual traces, but one seemed to have been raped before being killed. That was the finding of the medical examiner, after the bodies of the two dead girls had been thoroughly gone over by his team. Not much else, yet, but the detectives were already starting to wonder if this was the same person in the other case they were working on. No need to let that slip, just yet, stay on it though, Eggars thought as he sipped his coffee, reading the ME's report, and looked at the photos again. The sound of footsteps brought his head up, and he met the eyes of the new captain, who was ushering in a young woman to Eggars office. He cocked his head, thinking if this was a woman, then there was something noticeably different about the way she held herself. 'Eggars, this is Ann Smith, the new community outreach officer, thought you might want to talk to her...about this case,'
Eggars nodded and the Captain left them, with Ann looking back at Eggars with what, he wasn't sure, maybe nervousness. She walked to his desk, he stood up, they shook hands, and then he knew. She had been a he. 'I'll try to stay out of your hair, but the community will want someone to keep them posted, someone neutral, or that's what the higher ups thought,' she laughed, as if she had told a joke that only she knew about. Eggars sat down, leaned back in his chair, stretched his hands over his head, smiled at this new development.

Ann smiled back, a little crimson coloring her high cheeks. 'Okay, I'll say it. I used to be Ian, now I'm Ann, and I know my stuff, so you don't have to worry that this will be a problem.

I'll deal with the press, you deal with getting the guy who did this,' she touched the photos.

Silence, and then Eggars smiled again, softer, trying to be welcoming. 'Welcome, Ann, let's get to work, shall we?' he pushed the file on this murder and the other one toward her, watched her long fingers go over the pages, her eyes widen, then narrow, seeing the crime scene photos. Good, this one had balls, even if they were on the inside now. This he could work with.

By the time Thorkelson and his partner Jill reached the store, some other officers, Moffett, Crane and Thy had the street blocked off, and some news photographers had shown up, along with a few reporters and some onlookers. Thorkelson glanced at Travers, who looked about as worn out as he did, decided not to think on that right now, joined him and some other officers, as well as someone he hadn't seen before, a tall, then Asian man named Kim, who seemed prepared to start negotiations. There were also a couple of suits and swat guys on the sidelines, and Thorkelson guessed this must be pretty hot, because he would swear some the suits were FBI. 'We're bringing the wife and daugher of one of the men right now,' Thorkelson heard one of the suits talking to the negotiator, who held a megaphone at the ready. Then it was showtime, with Kim trying to get the men to allow the hostages to come out, the man refusing, the wife pleading to her husband with broken English spiced with words Thorkelson couldn't understand. An ambulance siren made everyone turn, and at the same time, the man with the gun pushed his way outside with a young man in glasses in front of him. 'We serve this country, this country, and we can't even live in your city in our own houses. We only want what was promised us by your government, we want peace, we want only peace,' the man sounded about ready to lose it. Jill stood in back of Thorkelson, her pistol in her hand, and the S.W.A.T. guys inched closer. 'Sir, if you want peace, then put the gun down, we can talk about this,' Kim's logical, accented voice, then the sound of a helicopter overhead, a gunshot, and the man, his head snapping back as he fell, blood and brains covering his hostage. Someone screamed, the man's wife, and the hostage collapsed to the sidewalk, the other man ran out, fell to his knees, letting the knife fall to the ground. The rumor would be that one of the S.W.A.T. guys, a little too eager, had decided to take the shot, feeling the gunman was getting shaky and that the hostage wouldn't make it out of this alive. No one could be sure, but as things sorted themselves out, onlookers left,some talking to the female reporter, some shaking their heads in disbelief, Thorkelson knew this wouldn't go well in making it any easier for them to win the public's respect back. He leaned his head on his steering wheel, felt a hand on his back. 'Come on partner, I'll buy the coffee,' He looked up at Jill, a tight smile on her face, and he nodded 'yes'. Later for the mess that would come, but now he'd drink coffee, make the headache that was blossoming go away, maybe even laugh about last night with his partner. Yeah, laugh, forget, drink coffee.

So, there you are my little chocolate bunnies, and I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. Stay warm out there and dry and let's all pray that the sun returns soon, as Spring starts this week, I think. And by all means, feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and check out the print version of this column in SGN every other week. And for you protesting the anniversary of this ill-conceived war, be careful out there.
Buhbye!

Finding, at last, the perfect feather for my collection, lust satisfied at The Digs, and more Craigslist ad woes in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-02-28T23:17:00.001-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Just to clarify why there was a pic of 'my boyzz' in the paper version of this column from about two weeks ago, that was to draw attention to the fact that there's a terrible trend of violence against Gay Men (a lot of whom are my friends and clients) on The Hill. And I'm incensed about it, so I wanted to put a face to the people bashers think are just targets, hoping maybe they'd think twice next time. I personally don't advocate (as one columnist did in a local paper) an army of glock toting Gay men (or women for that matter, or heck anyone else!) roaming the city. Folks just walk tall, carry a major 'i'm crazy, and I'll kick your ass from here to kingdom come' attitude and no one will mess with you, trust me! I do that all the damned time, and I'm Black, female, Bi, and short, so that should tell you I know what I'm talking about eh?

And on the subject of 'tude', let's not anyone, for a moment think that Hillary Clinton did not know what she was saying, or doing when the pix of Obama were distributed and she made the statement 'at least if you elect me, you'll know that I can understand the voter pamphlet'. Folks I was watching the woman's mouth on the news coverage when she said it, and I don't know, but hey, where I come from, that smacks of hella racism. Watta bitch! So, let's just get this straight (no pun intended here!), voting for a Scorpio (and we who know these folks know they're sooooo uncool!), and a racist would get the country back on track? Hmmm, don't think so. And you're hearing this from someone who would rather be voting in a Socialist/Anarchist candidate instead of either party! So, yeah, I'm still endorsing (with a great, heaving unhappy sigh), Barack Obama. At least he's a Leo, and I know they're the coolest folks there are, having four planets in Leo in my little astro chart darlin'.

Ah, and yes, I've been advertising on Craigslist again, with some luck and another 'hater' bumping me off, (again!). Still, the folks who answered before said hater bumped me, are too hot, and I'm looking forward to meeting at least one of them very, very soon. Should just add icing to the lust cake that I am these days, after having a delightful romp in the sheets with one of my Wet Spot pals, and continuing to lust for a certain hot Trader Joe's clerk and a very hot SPD officer. Some day officer sir, some day!

Oh, and I did finally, finally find the 'perfect' feather, one that is different from the gull, crow and occasional pidgeon feather in my collection. Still wanting an eagle feather and/or a hawk feather, and am planning to travel to get at least one of them my little Ishtar eggs.

So, what have I tried and loved during all of this lusting, feather hunting and being apalled by the former first lady and now presidential candidate? Well, I do love Decleor's 'Experience De L'age', for the eyes, and really love The Body Shoppe's 'Aloe Soothing Day Cream (for sensitive skin)'. Both make La Face look yummy, believe this one! Also am adoring the new Prestige eye shadow this one picked up in 'Indigo' ( a delish aqua!) at Bartels the other day. Makes these mesmerizing browns really pop honey! Pick up Decleor at my fave store, Sephora and all Body Shoppe products at The Body Shoppe in Pacific Place.
So, I just know you've been salivating for another chapter of 'Young Blues', so here ya go!

Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Officer Nelson, L, David, Josh, Travis, and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here.....

He knew she was almost there, and he was trying to hold on until she got there, but damn, the girl he'd met earlier at the concert (or really outside in an alley smoking pot with some of her friends), was so tight, so wet.... 'Oh baby, yeah, damn, ahhhhh...' That was it, officer Travers let go, grabbing the girl's ass in both his hands and jamming his crotch hard against her. He clenched his teeth and held on as she bucked back against him, making animal noises and reaching back to grab his glock with one of her free hands. After he pulled out of her, she turned around, her round, firm breasts bouncing free, her red lacy bra an afterthought under them. Her lips on his made his stomach twist and he felt himself let go again, and kissed her back hard, this time grabbing a handful of her dreaded, nappy hair.

'I won't tell if you don't,' she teased him, pulling on her skimpy thong and refastening her bra, while officer travers zipped himself up. 'Not as long as I'm the one holding the bag,' he held up the confiscated bag of weed, and dangled it in front of her, letting her reach for it a couple of times before he finally gave it to her and slapped her plump ass in the short skirt she wore. He watched her for a moment, the knee high black, high heeled boots, the black leather jacket and tank top, her big breasts pushing both out in a way that almost got him hard again, and smiled at her. He'd think about his actions, those very unbecoming an officer, later. And he'd think about his girl, Kristen, later. Hell, she hadn't even called him for a few days, and since that last fight over him taking on some overtime, he wasn't sure he wanted her to. 'Here, in case you ever wanna....you know...come by or something...' the girl waved a business card toward him, which he took quickly, starting to hope no one saw them. 'Yeah, sure...hey, don't let me catch you smoking that stuff outside again, okay?' She giggled and started to walk away. What the fuck, in this darkness, in this remote park, who could see them, and it was way after bar time anyway. He pulled her back for a moment, kissed her hard, tasted the mix of pot smoke and his own spunk (from the earlier 'warm up' blow job) and grabbed her ass again. 'Hey, I've gotta get home and I'm not even sure the buses are running....' 'I'll get you to a cab....I'd drive you but...' 'Yeah, you being such a boy scout and all...' They laughed as she got into his car and he sped toward a place in the park where he knew he'd be able to safely let her off and be able to get a cab to pick her up. Yeah, he thought as he watched her wave from the Orange Cab that took her away, he would call her and next time, they wouldn't have to worry about anyone seeing them. He wondered, as he drove back toward his regular patrol, if she could cook.

Bang had tried to take things slowly---he had never taken on anything as big as this 'project' before---but after the one girl he'd picked up on the bus had tried to push him off her (he'd decided to try and have sex with this one, before what he knew would happen eventually), the other one freaked and started to fight him. They'd met her at the cafe the bus girl had taken him to. This one was African, like all the rest, but the bus girl turned out to be half African, and half American, born in this country, not worthy of 'saving', but after the fighting started, and the singing in his head started.... Now he sat rocking on his heels, a mewling, animal sound coming from his throat as he carved symbols into the body of the now dead African girl. It wasn't exactly chanting, like he'd seen elders in his village do, but he thought it sounded right. The other girl, her throat slit like he'd slit the throat of the cats and the two dogs in his old neighborhood, lay just beyond him, her eyes still open. He wondered what he should do with her, and a deep hatred came over him. He suddenly remembered the men who'd killed his mother, that they looked like this woman, was the color of this woman.

This woman who was 'other'. He got up and stood over her, then started to kick the body, over and over and over again, then knelt and began beating her face with his fists. The singnig stopped, for the first time, but he ignored it, and continued to pound the dead body of the girl until his fists and clothes were bloody. After, he simply walked out of the apartment where they'd taken him, stripped off his clothes in an alley and walked home, several miles in a chilly rain, naked as an animal.
Thorkelson and his partner, Jill, had been the first to answer the call that there was some kind of commotion in a fast food restaurant on what they called The Hill. But neither of them expected what they found, a man in a tattered camo jacket, his wheelchair overturned beside him, various belongings strewn over the ground around him. Then there was the small dog, with a bloody wound on its hindquarters who snarled at them when they approached. 'He's alive,' it was Jill, who knelt beside the man, and checked his pulse. Thorkelson had already called for an ambulance, and was taking a statement from two young, Gay men who'd been on the scene when Thorkelson and Jill arrived. 'He was just trying to stop these assholes from calling us names, and one of them pushed him over, started shaking his back pack out and....and...' 'And the other one stabbed his dog,' the other man finished, as the first one just ran out of words, his eyes still on the unconsious man on the ground. Two other patrol cars arrived, one bearing Travers and the other a new officer, Mehler, then the ambulance and an aid car from the fire station joined them. A young woman Thorkelson had thought of asking out several years ago, one of the paramedics rushed to the man's side and started checking him out, while her partner tried to calm the still skittish dog, who had stopped snarling, but was still acting uncertain. Travers had taken the two men's decriptions of the assailants and was calling to another patrol car in the area, while Mehler went about picking up the wounded man's belongings and stuffing them back into a back pack. Travers, seeing the other officer look over a little baggie questioningly, stepped up, and took the bag from the man's hand. 'Probably medicinal, from the looks of the guy. I've seen that insignia before on jackets from 'Nam vets. My dad had one.' The other officer gave Travers a wide eyed deferring to the 'alpha dog' stare and continued searching the ground with his flashlight. 'Can we go with him? He might have kept those jerks from kicking the...' The female paramedic looked the two men over, looked at her partner, who nodded and the two men were allowed to ride in the back of the ambulance with the now consious man and his dog (who refused to leave his master's side).

'Just another night on The Hill, eh?' Travers closed his notebook and put his pen in his jacket pocket. Thorkelson and his partner, Jill looked at each other and shrugged. There was an awkward silence between them, as each realized, without any logical statement to preface it, that there was a secret the other was not telling. 'Yeah, another night, see ya,' Jill was the first back to the patrol car she and Thorkelson rode in, leaving Thorkelson to look at his friend in wonder. There was something in the way Travers looked back at him, a little smile dancing on his lips that made Thorkelson wonder. Another time, another day, he thought and rejoined his partner in the car, watching the little crowd that had gathered disperse into the night. 'So, Jill, home...or would you like to see where I live,' The question lingered too long, and Thorkelson remembered her statement about 'her girl' earlier. 'Why don't we just keep patroling, try to see if we can catch those asswipes tonight, before anyone else gets hurt,' More silence between them. ' 'Kay...' Questions swam in Thorkelson's mind, but again, not tonight he told himself. Bad guys to catch. Without thinking about it, he started humming the 'Cops' theme song and Jill giggled a little, then joined him. Yeah, another night.

So, there you are, my little cornichons, and hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and check out the print version of this column every other week in Seattle Gay News. Buhbye!

Sad news on the Hollywood front with the loss of Heath Ledger, lusting for SPD officer, Trader Joes clerks and so much more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-02-06T01:58:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

When I heard over my fave radio station, KEXP that Heath Ledger had been found dead in his SoHo apartment in New York, I think I just stood at my kitchen sink, dumbfounded. Also just heard Christian Brando's gone too. They do go in threes my mama always said, and I have to say, I'll particularly miss Ledger's handsome face on the screen---well he will be in 'Dark Knight' (a new Batman installment) this summer, but you know wha' I'm sayin'.
The fella's not in the flesh on this planet anymore. Viva in the afterlife Heath.
On the homefront, this one has not only been graced by seeing her fave lust object, a certain officer of the law (who was in my building to deal with a belligerent neighbor back in December), but also the delish, and charming David at Trader Joes (who blushed sweetly when we saw him about a week ago). If I were queen (llike I think I might have been in my past life), that one and that cute new girl who was waiting on this one would make a 'lust sandwich' at Le Wet Spot some chilly Saturday. Oh, how this one does wish!

And yes, the almost romance with the Marine who answered this one's Craigslist ad is history, as it seems the Bonney Lake 'sanitation engineer' is too. So this one put yet another ad on the infamous Craigslist, hoping there's some hot bod out there just made for luvin'. That is, until 'army sweetie' returns sometime this Spring and sends all pretenders packing a la 'Penelope' in 'The Odyssey' (me being Penelope waiting for my Ulysses to return from war). Ah, and the second 'cold from hell' is almost gone, and this one has her voice back (though it's still a bit phlegmy and scratchy), so things are cooking right along for the birthday celebration this one is celebrating later tonight (Saturday), at The Wet Spot.

Hope all of my faves show up and give this one some hot lovin' and those bottoms I adore show up to let this little sadist have her fun with their willing bods.

In the mean time, this one is delightfully getting her costumes together for upcoming Norwescon, which comes in March this year, as Easter is early. So looking forward to the kind of fun I had at Rustycon with a certain very hot, and imaginative Sag who kept me gasping and screaming in pleasure for over an hour! Yee ha! Also with all of those glam Oscar parties (let's hope the Writers Guild of America gets it together and there IS an Oscar celebration this year!) your little glamour girl decided to tell you about some yummy glittery items you'll love wearing to look your fabulous best. Do try Makeup Forever's scrumptious 'Star Powder', in a plethora of fab shades, including a goldy pink this one wears a lot to spice up these gray days. Good for cheek, lips and eyes. Also, do try Benefit's 'Show Offs', in a gorgeous array of sparkly colors ( I love the 'Curtain Call', which is a cobalt blue that makes this one's brown peepers really pop), and is the bomb if you're wanting to look like a star for those parties. And do moisturize La Face with 'Vitamin E Moisture Cream' (which you can pick up at The Body Shoppe in Pacific Place, the above yummies, pick up at Sephora). So, honey there's no reason to not be gawgeous for those Oscar parties, whether there's a show or not.

So, for those who miss 'Young Blues', (the serial story based on Seattle's finest, one member of that force being 'The Finest' in this one's opinion), here you go, 'Young Blues', for Eric, David, Officer D. Nelson, L. and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here....

When Pam saw her old partner, she put down the coffee she'd been sipping, and smiled broadly. Memories of discreet, but passionate meetings in her patrol car in certain out of the way places flashed in her mind, and she knew, seeing her ex partner's gleaming eyes, that those same memories were on both their minds. 'Pam....I'm so glad...' And the small space of the hospital room was crossed and Jill was hugging her old friend, trying to make sure she didn't disturb the cast Pam was holding gingerly, the only reminder of the recent shooting. 'I'm good, and it's great to see you too. So, where's that new partner of yours, Thorkelson, I believe?" Jill sat on the bed, happy to see that her friend was obviously mending quite well. 'Probably out on patrol with Traverse, his other partner, by now," Pam saw the red blush that spread on her old partner's face and she poked Jill gently on the arm.

'So, he a 'partner' like I was a 'partner', or is that red on your face 'cause it's hot in here?' Jill blushed even redder and giggled a bit before answering. 'I don't know how this happened. It was the night you....' 'The night I got shot, you can say it. I can, and I'm fine with it, now'. They were silent for a bit, both looking at some game show on the television above Pam's bed. 'We're keeping it pretty discreet, but you know how things get around in this group,' they both rolled their eyes and laughed. ' 'So, what about you, you seeing...anyone?' Jill asked, and quickly looked away, almost not wanting to hear the answer. There was more awkward silence, a nurse came in, checked a few things, made some notes and left. 'No, not anyone serious, not like us. I keep pretty busy these days, hoping to make lietenant this year,' Jill looked at her watch, made a soft sound of surprise. She'd better get her ass to work or there'd be hell to pay. After all, her father's good name could only do so much.

'Yeah, I know, time for you to get back to the daily grind. Thanks for stopping by, and hey, I'm in the book so call me. I wouldn't mind taking you to this place I know, sometime,' they both blushed and Jill laughed almost quietly. She took Pam's good hand and kissed it before she waved goodbye, and she didn't mind that the nurse, a small Phillipino woman gave her a strange look before entering Pam's room. So what if she saw the kiss on the hand, they were friends, and who would she tell anyway. But later in her patrol car, all on her own, Jill wondered what would happen if not only that situation, but her new found relationship with her new partner got found out. Her thinking was cut short by a call on her radio about a disturbance in a bathroom in the new park area. By the time she got there, Thorkelson and Travers and another cop she didn't know were already there. They were questioning a young man who had his hand to his head, where blood was trickling down. Another two men were talking to Travers, while Thorkelson took a statement from the young, wounded man. Two medics she knew as Mark Gunnars and Rachel Averson showed up and started to care for the wounded man. 'Looks like a trick...I'm sorry....attempted trick gone wrong,' Travers said, closing a small notepad that he put in his front pocket. Thorkelson turned the other two men over to the other cop, who put them, handcuffed into his patrol car. Jill read 'Emerett' on the name tag, and new he was one of the new 'young blues' from a recent class. Not hers, but she knew some of those officers, had driven with a few of them in the last couple of weeks. 'The guy bleeding said he was approached by these two numbskulls, and asked if he wanted to buy some 'soup', or knew where they could find a buyer. They flirted, all three of 'em, but then in the bathroom, things got ugly and the next thing our innocent Gay boy...guess I shouldn't call him that, Carl, that's his name, said the older of the two jerks hit him with what he thought was a gun and called him some names. Sounds like a bashing to me, but I'm not sure what they'll call it at the station, Jill felt her blood boiling and she knew she'd better keep a cap on the anger she was feeling, some of this fueled by having recently seen Pam, her old partner. 'If it's a fucking bashing, it's a fucking bashing and that's what we'll call it, whether those old boys at the station agree or not!' she realized she was nearly yelling, and only when Thorkelson met her eyes with a bit of surprise, did she calm down. 'Hey, it's your call, after all, I just got here. Any weapons found?' Travers picked up on the look Thorkelson gave her, raised his eyebrows but said nothing. 'Yeah, we did find a small caliber pistol on the older one, Darius G., or something like that. He wouldn't give us his full name, and the other one clammed up. I"m sure they'll get it out of him at the station,' 'So, how's your old partner, Pam?' Thorkelson ignored the way Travers was watching him and Jill, and yet he was worried the concern he felt, and the surprise of the morning's 'discovery' was showing on his face. 'She's good, in her usual perky mood, but her arm's broken. Look, I still have to get to the station. Talk to you, maybe, later?' Travers was back at his patrol car, reporting in, but the two of them, Jill and Thorkelson knew he was still watching them. 'Yeah, I'll buy the beer this time, and maybe some pizza,' they laughed and Thorkelson joined Travers in the patrol car. They were silent while they watched Jill drive away. 'Nothing you want to talk about, is there mate,' Travers suddenly said and surprised Thorkelson. 'Nope, not a thing. We'd better get to the station so we can check in too,' And that was that, but Thorkelson knew Travers had seen the energy between he and Jill, knew his partner had picked up on the concern in their voices, that softness they used in addressing each other that spoke of more than just a work relationship. It was called an assault, not a hate crime at the station, and later, Jill and Thorkelson talked about it, and then they didn't talk, just lost themselves in all of the familiar smells and touches that'd now become part of their lives.

So, my little cinnamon buns, this time we'll cut 'Young Blues' short, so this one can go out and celebrate her birthday. Look for a longer installment next time and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and check out the print version of this column in SGN next week. Buhbye!

So, is Seattle still listening to Dr. King's Message, losing my voice, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-01-22T02:55:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

So, I"m still Black, still from the south (southwest, really), and still remember the days before and after Dr. Martin Luther King was marching through the south for civil rights, and yet, living in Seattle (which I"ve nicknamed 'misery town', of late) none of that is making me feel good as I sit writing this. I missed this year's MLK march (which was held not at Garfield High School, like the last several years), and the before and after rallies. I'm not pleased about it, especially having heard some other Blacks proclaiming at a bus stop that 'it's too much of a journey' (referring to the Seattle march and a new one to Olympia---now I'd have like to have gone to that one). Too much of a journey? What?! Imagine if Dr. King had felt that way 30 some years ago, when folks like those two people probably weren't even born, but their parents were being treated like garbage. Ah Seattle, you never fail to lower my expectations, and again, looking forward to that move, later this year, to Tacoma, where I hope there'll not only be more of a community feel on MLK day, but more advertising about it too. Still, happy birthday dude, and happy birthday to another civil rights activist (who always seems to get lost in the shuffle), Angela Davis (whose birthday this one was born on). So, yeah, happy birthday to me too.

So, now that's off my chest (which is enjoying my new Frederick's of Hollywood bra), I can tell you about some other things going on in this little kitty's life. Like how a certain femme activist turned this one on after the Radical Women's panel on reproductive rights last week. I think her name is 'Bronwyn' (and I'm kicking myself for not exchanging at least e-mail with her), and she so hot, I can't wait to see her again at the March 8th International Women's Day event. Hey, it's not Fall (which is when a certain member of 'team Shani') said this one gets involved with femayls), but there's a touch of Spring in the air for this one, who is looking at both boyzz and girlzz here lately. Good thing this one renewed her membership at Le Wet Spot, so now playing with both will be possible. Stay tuned for tales of future adventures. And while we're on the subject of 'adventures'. we cannot say enough about the fun time this one had when she was at Rustycon a few weeks ago, when she met a hot Sag who made her glad to be a girl. Baby, not only was that one good with fingers, but with what Goddess gave him too, in the way of 'equipment', and such an imagination! That one will definitely be remembered in this one's 'little blue book' of naughty thoughts.

Also had fun at the International Bank of Timbuktu's 'slave auction' getting bid on and 'bought', as well as whipped by The Mistress of The Whip during said bidding. A very cool night all the way around (or should I say 'hot night'?). Also, this one is very disappointed that her Marine romance seems to have bitten the dust before it really got started. That one's good on the phone, but seems impossible to meet in person, so this one said 'bye bye' and is focusing instead on a Bonney Lake friend which this one met online via a new Craigslist ad (and who this one hopes to celebrate birthdays with very soon, as we're both Aquarians). Should be hot and delish when it finally all comes together.

Ah, and this one is counting the days, hoping 'army sweetie' will be on the way home soon, and back in The Digs, making this one shout for joy (my snuffed out voice---due to laryngitis---having returned by then, I'm so sure!) again. One hopes the war 'over there' ends soon, or at least some more folks are allowed to come home and rejoin their lonely girls (like me), very soon. And for those two this one met (a certain Navy Sag, and a very hot Army Ranger) earlier, who might be 'over there', one hopes they're safe and come back soon.

This one is also hoping there's an Oscar party/show and that the WGA comes to some solution with those greedy producers soon, so this one can dish with the rest of the GBLTQ tribe, and good tv can return. How many reruns can anyone watch before the brain turns to dust? Or, hey, if they're going to show reruns, how about 'The Outer Limits', 'Halloween The Series', or other shows like 'Firefly'? Jus' sayin'.
And what delish products has this one tried of late? Why Neutrogena's yummy 'Comforting Body Butter', and 'Comforting Body Wash', which this one got for Christmas from The Fabulous Daughter, and truly loves. Also am loving the Victoria's Secret lipgloss this one gave herself for Christmas, and which makes lips look so kissable and feel so good, even in this horrid Northwest chill we're having of late. And do try Ocean Actives Squalane moisturizing oil for La Face. You can order it by going to www.oceanactives.org. The stuff's the bomb for looking fresh and young forever, trust me. So, that's it for now, as this one is taking a break from 'Young Blues' this column to treat my ailing throat and feel better by the time she has to do her stint at The Cuff's Full Moon Party tomorrow as the tarot reader. Stay warm out there and be fabulous and never forget to thank the universe for all of your blessings, so you'll get lots more, or to help others see more clearly. Do check out the print version of this column in Seattle Gay News every other week and feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye!

Looking forward to a meeting with an online sweetie, confused about 'army sweetie', and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2008-01-05T16:44:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Happy holidays sweeties, and hope you're not one of those folks out there snarling, exhibiting 'road rage', or in all ways acting like a 'Grinch' during this, the season that's supposed to be about peace and love. This one is getting through, one day at a time, slowly putting together little 'gift packages' for friends and loved ones and nearly all done mailing this year's cards out. Whew, such a lot of stuff, but hey, the whole thing seems so much easier this year, compared to last year, when this one was missing 'army sweetie' so much (turned out he was on a bus on his way to Ohio to spend the holidays with the family).

And a lot of this excitement is due to the joy generated by a certain Marine this one has been chatting with and texting with, after that one answered my ad on Craigslist, but even more because the face to face is only a week away dahlings. So yes, though this one is confused (hey, did I not say I'd wait for 'army sweetie' my dears, yes I did) by stirring feelings for someone other than 'army sweetie', I am deliriously happy. Ah, life is interesting at time, is it not mon amis? Qui, qui!
Oh, and it must be said about certain news people who insist on wearing the most unfashionable hats, dear take note from people like Monique Ming Laven and Margo Myers, look for something like a fedora, or a bright color. Hey, you're on tv, so you want to present well, right? Right. Also we love that sports woman on King 5. Pretty and well spoken too, and I'm sure the players love seeing her show up in the locker room!

Ah, and this one not only managed to get to a bit of the 'Figgy Pudding Caroling Contest' held in downtown Seattle about a weekend ago, but she did also attend the opening night of 'Jersey Boys' at the 5th Avenue Theatre. Oh baby, we loved the whole show, but were mucho impressed by young talent Deven May (who played Tommy, the bad boy who gets young Franki Valli to the stage), who this one felt was flirting a bit with moi, who looked very tasty that night too. Mr. May also liked the title of this column, and seemed a bit lusty himself when I said goodbye after the opening night party (which was very posh, with a lavish spread of Italian themed food this one took good advantage of). We hope we see more of him in the future, fo' sho'.

So, what has this one tried in the last few weeks that she wants to share with you my little Godiva chocolates? Well, we loved wearing Guerlain's 'Insolence' eau de cologne to the soiree this one did her psychic bit at last weekend (and I'm sure this is why some folks were flirting and taking notice aside from getting readings). Also loved the new Victoria's Secret lip gloss that this one wore with Urban Decay's glitter powder in Pina Colada for a very sparkly, holiday look. Try it sometime, and believe me, you will get all eyes on you dahling, believe me! Both scent and glitter powder (in other delish flavors) you can find at Sephora, this one's fave store for all things pretty and wonderful. Also, do try EDDF's 'Day Radiance' moisturizer for keeping your skin dewy fresh looking while winter's chill is blowing in.

So, for those of you who have been following the serial story this one has been tempting your minds with over the last few blogs, get ready for more of the same, as the whole thing gets a lot hotter and sexier. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, Subzero, David, Adam, Matthew, Brandon, Officer Nelson, L., and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here....

Captain Lawton could have rinsed his mouth out as soon as he got home, considering what taste lingered there on his tongue, but he didn't. He wanted to remember her, remember that this night had been different from the other 'sessions'. That this time she'd let him actually touch her, even be sexual with her. True, it was on her terms, and not meant to be pleasant for him (she'd been as she put it, 'having girl time'), but that only enforced her power over him as she made him service her, then fuck her, witholding his own orgasm, until she said he could. And she made him thank her, as she used his face and hair for a towel after the whole session, which took place in a dark back room of the bar that Lawton assumed was usually used for storage. He remembered the smell of dust and old beer, and other things he couldn't name, mixing with the smell of her, so he waited to shower, waited to brush. Only the phone ringing and him finding out it was one of the 'young blues', a guy named Bush (he got constant ribbing about having that name), calling to say there'd been an accident. That Svenson was in critical condition after a car accident. 'The son of a bitch drove home...' 'Huh, sir?' 'Nothing, I'll be right there.' He showered then, but took his time. No reason to hurry the inevitable bad scene he knew was coming, the fallout sure to follow the conversation he remembered from earlier, and now this. Damn fool, he thought, damn fool should have taken a fucking taxi. But as he washed, he knew that wouldn't have made any difference in the long run. No difference at all.

Meg, Thorkelson's partner answered her door after one ring, and then she was standing in front of him, her off duty look a nightshirt with 'The Roadrunner' on it and fluffy slippers. Her short hair seemed---to him-- to glow in the light from her hallway light, but he knew to her, she probably thought she looked less than perfect. But to him, as she welcomed him in, her blue eyes questioning and soft, she looked like an angel. 'Drink? I"m on my second glass of a particularly satisfying little white I picked up at this place near the station, on the way home.' she held a glass in front of him, and he followed her to her small kitchen, watched her reach to a higher shelf for a glass for him. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, but he enjoyed the little show of red lace panty that flashed when her nightshirt rode up as she located the glass. The woman had a nice ass, he thought, and then felt his face turn red, just as she turned back around and offered him the glass. 'Ahhh...guess I forgot I'm no longer alone here, maybe I should change into something...' she smiled as she poured wine into his glass. 'No, I mean...it's okay, really,' they both sipped and he could see that she was blushing a bit too. 'Hungry....of course you are. Why don't I order pizza, there's this great place that delivers pretty late, good stuff too,' he could hear her words starting to slur a bit, and he imagined she'd actually had more than one glass before he got there. Guess she's worried about her old partner he thought, feeling the tension left over from the confrontation in the fast food place earlier, drain out of him. 'That sounds good, I am a bit empty there,' she laughed and dialed for the pizza, pausing once to make sure they both wanted the same extras on it. On her couch, with music playing on her stereo, her cat watching them from its spot near the window, he felt himself relax even more, could see that she was definitely getting more than a little 'toasty'. 'So, what brings you over this late, Thorkelson?' There, now he could talk about what had happened, how he felt now. He looked into her eyes, took more wine from her, sipped. 'There was a shooting, guy took hostages in one of those mall fast food places, didn't end well. He was a vet,' One heartbeat, two, three, the cat got up, stretched, went to the kitchen and starting eating, the sound of crunching filling the silence between them. 'Sorry about that. Did you...' she put her glass down, gave him her full attention. 'No, one of the other officers, me and Travers couln't get to him in time....there was this other guy, another vet, trying to talk him down, when the sniper took the shot. He looked like he was going to cut this girl's throat,' He stopped talking gulped the wine, coughed a bit. She moved closer to him, patted him on the back, left her hand there, even though he assured her he was fine. 'They took him to the hospital, but I'm not sure if he's gonna make it. You know, I thought about joining up, was going to go Army, but then decided I'd rather help out in the city, you know with the little crime wave we've been having and all...' Meg looked at him, offered more wine, he refused, and they sat looking into each other's eyes. He knew she knew how he felt, because she'd shot someone a few weeks ago, and there was the beginnings of an investigation around the number of officer shootings that had happened over he last year going on. The door buzzed and she took care of the pizza order, payed the delivery guy, who also checked out the fact that even in her nightshirt, Meg was pretty hot. Lucky guy, Thorkelson could almost hear from the young man, who caught his eye before leaving with his payment and tip. We'll see, Thorkelson thought, continuing his internal conversation, we'll see. They ate in silence, listing to music, drinking more wine, settling into a comfortable, warm anticipation of what might happen later. What had already happened, drifting between them like an unspoken promise.

It had been so easy, easier than he thought it would be. Bang was looking down on the girl who'd come over at his invitation, the girl from the market who'd been so glad to say yes to him. Her face looked almost peaceful, as if she was sleeping, as if she would soon get up and apologise for staying so late, and make her way to the door, then home to her parents.

She might say she'd been seeing a friend, or make something else up, might go to her room, take off her clothes, smile remembering him moving in her. Even forgive how clumsy he'd been, and then how rough toward the end. But, as Bang held the now lethal knife in his shaking hand, he knew none of that would happen. Knew, as he kneeled down and carved the words 'this one' into her unmoving belly, made cuts on her thighs, then on her face, that this girl would never explain to her father anything about this night. He'd made sure of that as he pressed the pillow from his bed over her face, holding it until she stopped clawing at him, fighting him. He sat back on his heels, looked at her wounds, thought, now, now she is a warrior and no one can hurt her ever again. He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of singing, the singing of his mermaid mother, of drums, and he raised his arms and chanted silently to the empty room. She deserved this, she was the first one to be saved.

And while he was wrapping the body in the plastic he'd put on the floor to keep the raggedy carpet from bearing witness to what he did, cleaning the knife in the apartment sink, then replacing it in the special place in a drawer in his room. Lawton was sitting at Svenson's bedside, watching the neon blood pressure numbers and the lines that indicated his colleageue still lived. Still lived, even though there'd been massive injuries after Svenson's car hit the other car and spun, hitting another car, before stopping on the side of the freeway. The other passengers had been injured, one seriously, a young woman, but not as seriously as Svenson. Damn fool should have taken a fucking taxi, Lawton thought, his head in his hands, only the smell of soap to comfort him now.

Thorkelson, his chest bearing the delightful weight of his partner's head woke first, then realized it was because Meg's phone was ringing. He didn't want her to move, but he knew he shouldn't answer her phone either. She woke on her own, reaching over him to grab the phone. 'Uh huh....Pam...Pam...oh my god, I'll be right there, right there. Shit!' They sat there for a moment, both naked, Thorkelson feeling suddenly like a cheating lover, trying to not look at Meg's small but gorgeous breasts. 'Pam's awake, and she's gonna be fine, shit, I'm sorry baby,' she leaned over and kissed him quickly. 'I gotta go to her,' She was already up and getting dressed and then he was too. 'I could drive you, or...come with you...' he wasn't sure what he should say now. 'Ummm...let me handle this first...by myself...we should talk about me and Pam..sometime though....come here...' she kissed him longer this time, and for the life of him he tried to keep himself from getting excited, but couldn't. She giggled, still kissing him, feeling him press his sex into her belly. 'Later hot stuff, now I've gotta see my girl,' And it suddenly hit him what they would be talking about later. Meg, his new partner also liked girls, and Pam obviously was more than an 'old partner'. He thought about that on his way home, his heart hammering, feeling more awake than he'd ever been his life, on two hours of sleep and four glasses of wine.

So there you are my little petits fours, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it for you. Feel free to e-mail me your thoughts on this column and the print column (which comes out every two weeks in Seattle Gay News), and stay safe and sane out there. Oh, and if you need suggestions for great places to shop, having not satisfied your inner Santa, then do check out the cool stuff at the farmer's market in the U-District on Saturdays and the other on in Ballard on Sundays. Friendly folks and very unique, sensibly priced gifts for that special someone on your list. Buhbye!

Shakeups on the 'home front', dating the military and so much more in this Lipstick and Lust, including an update on 'Young Blues'

2007-11-26T15:25:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well hi there my sweet holiday shoppers (and those who are staying away from that glut that is downtown these days) , welcome to 2007's end. In the next few weeks, in the print version of this column, I'll giving a short list of my faves from the year soon to past, and fave 'adventures'. For now let me just say it's been a wild time at the old paper with a fave friend and editor leaving, and things going wacky sideways (what else is new honey?) in the days that followed. Thank the Goddess/Great Spirit that this didn't happen that same awful weekend my ex had his heart attack (the beginning of The Fabulous Daughter's Saturn return), or this one would be in the Harborview Hilton by now.

Ah, but this little kitty's life has been anything but boring and actually quite good, considering money's still an issue (unfortunately). I've finally 'knocked boots' with two lovely military persons, both from the sunny South (one from Georgia and very hot, and the other from North Carolina, and equally hot). Nothing like gettng the old bell rang to make one able to handle whatever nuttiness is going on in 'rat city' here. That would be The Emerald City to most of you, but since this one started spotting mega huge rodents all over this town, she decided that 'rat city' fit better. Fits the tone of this whack town too, methinks.

And yes, besides having my lust satisfied by those two, this one is now chatting up another branch of the service, a Marine, who is making this one all hot and bothered and anxious more than ever to move and before that, travel South (in the Olympia vacinity) for some 'akshon' with that one. Keep you posted on that, and on anything that happens with a certain Vancouver, BC fireman this one is also chatting up. Hey, Craigslist can really rock at time honey, let me tell ya! And in the mean time, yes, I did try some yummy products, which I'll share with you right now ( hey, they'll all make great gifts too, sweeties!). First, do try DMAE Anti-aging gel (which the divine Dr. Que, this one's naturopath extraordinaire, can order for you---look up her number in the print version of SGN). This stuff rocks and is just as good as my fave moisturizer, Ocean Actives Squalane Oil. Google 'ocean actives' and you should find out how to get your hot little hands on this fantastic stuff. And do try L'Occitane's 'Precious Cream', and their 'Eye Baum', both of which make you look fabulous, and you do want that at those holiday parties, now don't you baybees.
Now that that's all done, time to update those of you following 'Young Blues', the serial story set in Seattle and based, loosely, on Seattle's younger finest. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, L., Ricky, Travis, J.J., Adam, and all of my men and women in uniform over here and over there.....

They were meeting in an elegant, but very dark bar in a Northern part of the city. An area not familiar to Captain Lawton, but that was the point, to keep him off balance and remind him who was in control. The pull of the silkie women's panties he was wearing (again, for her), made him feel both a mixture of excitement and almost fear. He never knew what she had in mind for him, but he always knew that after their session he'd feel stronger and more grounded than he usually did. He was walking quickly to the bar, after entering the place and before that making sure no one saw him, when a familiar profile caught his eye at a table near the back of the place. He let his eyes adjust to the dim light, and hoped he was wrong, but after looking again, knew that even in this bad lighting, that could only be Svenson, and he was with another vet cop, Harata. The chink, he thought, and felt a mental parent scold him, thought of Maguire and her harsh looks, and then tightened his grip on himself. No way he could avoid a run in with these two, so instead of cowering,he took one three sixty glance around the bar to see if his mistress was waiting. She wasn't there yet---probably wanted him to sweat a bit first--so he walked briskly to the trio, who were lazily sipping beers, a pitcher at the center of the table.

'Well, looky who's here...' it was Svenson, and by his speech, Lawton could tell he'd had more than beer and sure enough there were two empty shot glasses on the side of the table, waiting for the waitress to pick up. Scotch, Lawton guessed, thinking of the tough image Svenson, the older of the four, tried to project. Most likely a bottom like me, Lawton thought to himself as he pulled over a chair and sat down. 'Okay, you're cut off...' Harata said, and everyone but Svenson laughed. He had a film of sweat on his beefy red face and Lawton guessed something was up, decided to listen, not volunteer anything of his own. 'Drink?' it was another older cop, who Lawton only now noticed. It was another white cop, Mellers, the one who'd gotten mixed up in that drug bust scandal a few months back. Nothing had been done to him, and the whole matter seemed to go away, only now they all looked worried again. 'No, I'm meeting a friend later and she...' he decided not to tell them anymore. The trio laughed, all of them obviously had been drinking a lot before Lawton showed up.

'Better watch that..'friends'...' Svenson held his fingers in the quotations sign. 'That shit'll get you in trouble one day...I know...' Harata and Mellers gave him a sharp glance, looked like they wanted to hit him, but didn't. Harata gulped his beer and started to leave. 'Don't worry about it man, remember whatever that pansy ass review board's got, they don't have any fucking proof, or we'd all be in front of some suit by now. Later, and Mellers, make sure our friend there gets home safely, okay...' Mellers, his eyes glinting in the little light, shook his head and Harata, nodding to the other, including Svenson, walked away and then out of the bar.
At the same time Lawton's mistress walked in, her cool glance falling on him, her red lips crooked in that 'now you're gonna get it, because I told you to be at the bar, slave' way. 'Gotta go boys, fill me in later,' Svenson whistled and belched, but Lawton hid his disgust and walked as quickly as he could to the bar. As quickly as his growing hard on would let him.

Bang was glad Mohammed and the others (who'd been released until a trial could be held, later, were going to be out tonight. He was glad he'd be alone with the girl he'd met earlier in the African store. He went about his small room in the apartment he shared with the others, preparing. She'd like the candles he thought, not that he really cared what she liked. He also looked over what he wanted to use on her, enjoying the feel of the two knives he'd picked up from the cookware store. No one had been watching, and it turned out to be easier than he thought to lift them, and a metal mallet and get to a bus and home before anyone even saw him. His petty crime made him feel heady, almost turned on, and he enjoyed the heavy feeling of lust in his penis, which now pushed against his jeans in a pleasing way. No, he would not do that now. He'd wait, he'd have her and then... The image of the mermaid who was his mother and a goddess came to him, and the sound of drums and the way the first woman he'd hurt had fallen, the sound echoing in his mind of her hitting the pavement. He got harder and it became hard to breathe, but he made himself wait. There would be time for that later. He gently touched the sharp blades of the two kitchen knives and fondled the mallet's smooth metal handle. Yes, time, later.

Thorkelson and his new partner, Travers were crouched just outside of the fast food restaurant inside the busy shopping mall. They'd been called by dispatch to answer what at first seemed only a disturbance. A man had refused to pay for his meal, saying he saw the clerk, a young Latino woman, spit in it. By the time they arrived, things had escalated, and now the man, in his late twenties and dressed in a disheveled combat outfit, and combat boots was holding a knife to the girl's throat. How had he gotten behind that counter with so many people there, Travers thought, as he gave orders to two other officers who'd just arrived on the scene and were inching along, trying to assess the situation, and get between the guy and any other civilians. Then his eye travelled to where a police officer lay on the floor, being attended to by a frightened looking young girl, who looked like her only worry earlier was probably to answer her cell, and what was new at Abercrombie and Fitch.

He noted that though a lot of blood was pooling under the officer, the man was clearly still alive. Good, no deaths yet. Let's keep it that way, he saw the thought in Thorkelson's eyes. 'Hey, fella, we can all go home and we can talk to the girl, find out if she...' there was a short, sharp sound and some scuffling, and they both looked up to note that the man had pushed the girl to the floor, and she hit a chair on the way down. Her head had hit the table and she was bleeding, but still consious, just obviously terrified. Before Thorkelson or Travers could do or say anything else, another man, a customer, in green combat pants had stood up, knocking his chair over. 'Look, bro' I know what you're going through, let the chick go...' The man, stunned, pushed the girl away, focusing on the man instead He looked unclear as if he'd been dreaming and someone had just woke him up. Only he wasn't sure he was awake yet. A lot of pain in that one, Thorkelson thought, and he and Travers inched more inside the restaurant, followed closely by the swat guys behind them. 'How can you know, how can you know what I think,how I feel. I come in here for a simple fucking meal, and the bitch spits in it. She should pay for that...' The other man moved from behind the table put his palms out so the other combat dressed man could see he held no weapons. 'Iraq or Afghanistan?' he asked, still walking forward. 'Stop right there, I'll cut her, I will...' the man had the girl in his arms again, his knife to her throat. The swat guys and Thorkelson and Travers all stopped moving, waiting. 'I'm guessing Baghdad. Have some buddies there, and some that didn't come back, from Mosul, just went to a funeral a few weeks ago...' The other man's hand was shaking, and he looked about to crumble, but he still held the girl, who was sobbing uncontrollably and talking in Spanish. 'You shut up...shut the fuck up...'he squeezed his other hand around her hair and pulled.

'Man, brother,' 'Stop calling me that, I'm not your fucking brother...' The other man who held the girl pressed the knife harder to the girl's throat, she stopped speaking. Thorkelson could see that there was a thin line of blood on the girl's throat where the knife was. It was time to act. He gave a quick hand signal to one of the SWAT guys and knew that signal was probably being relayed to a sniper out of sight of the others. Things happened quickly after that, a shot, the man falling backward, blood spraying from his neck, the girl, screaming, crawling on all fours away from him as fast as she could. 'Shit, shit, shit!' the other man running to the now fallen suspect, cradling his head, blood pooling around them, and drenching the other man as he cried over the limp suspect. "He's still breathing, help him,' then motion, sobs and from somewhere two paramedics, who lifted the man, gently and quickly to a stretcher, working on him as they went out the door. 'He just wanted food, man, just food...' the other man following them, glancing back, tears running down his face as he met Thorkelson's eyes before he got in the ambulance with the man and the paramedic trying now, to save his life. 'Come on buddy, let's get a beer,' Travers, finally taking a breath and wiping his brow with his sleeve. 'Nah, have some stuff to do, I'll meet you in the car,' Travers looked at him, made a gesture that could have almost been a smile, then turned and left. Thorkelson dialed his old partner's number, heard it ring, almost hung up, before her voice answered uncertain.

'It's me, can I come over...I mean I'll understand if you...' 'No, it's okay, I think we need to talk anyway...' Okay, I'll meet you at Dan's Coffee, you know the one...' I know the one...' and she hung up. Thorkelson took one more look at the scene behind him, saw the janitor trying to clean up, the victim, the Spanish girl being comforted by her co-workers and a manager type on the phone. Probably making some report to higher ups, Thorkelson thought. He walked into the scattering crowd, only thinking of his old partner's face, and how she smelled, the softeness of her hair against his face when they'd finally slept. Last time.

So, there you are my little peach fizzies! Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and check out the print version of this column in SGN (or online at sgn.org). And don't let the shopping madness get to you, buhbye!

The Fabulous Daughter's 'Saturn Return' starts early, with a bang, trying to date online, and more in this Lipstick and Lust, and A New Chapter of 'Yo

2007-11-05T17:11:00.000-08:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Ahhh, 'Saturn Returns' and the fun they can bring one's life. I'm being sarcastic of course, as no one I know, (except for maybe two very lucky people), have had good 'Saturn Returns'. For the uninitiated, a 'Saturn Return', is when Saturn, planet of good sense, (read BIG responsibility), and kind of an 'inner parent' returns to the place it was when one was born. Usually it means for the recipient, difficult times, as whatever maturing you haven't done, gets done, with a kick in the butt from Saturn. Mine had my mother die, my ex go to jail, (we weren't exes then), me and him break up, and me getting temporarily kicked out of school for some very bad decisions around money. Then I ended up in Washington, and finally in Seattle, after staying with my first ex (The Fabulous Daughter's dad), for a couple of months. Good times, good times.

So, my sweet child's 'Saturn Return', kicked her in the butt last weekend (just before Hallowe'en, go figure), by having her dad have a heart attack (luckily they were BOTH there, so she could call 911 and get him an ambulance ride to the nearest hospital---which as luck would have it, has a great cardiac team), and her having to shed her 'little princess' status and learn to deal in the 'real world'. Ouch. Oh yes, and this one's life has been turned upside down in the ensuing scrambling to pinchhit for my ex, who made my daughter the little princess she is. Can we say 'Goddess, stop the madness already!', yes we can.

But hey, except for some tears (on her part and mine), a little snappiness here and there, we're good. And I'm thinking of putting on some kind of psychic/music/thing to raise money to help them with their mortgage, since they're deeply in debt now. Any ideas as to a place and any musicians interested in donating time (psychics too), e-mail me, 'kay?

In the mean time (like I have extra time these days, honey!), I've been running an ad to find temporary, good sex online, and have had the most interesting experience (though I'm yet to actually meet someone and 'bump uglies', if you know wha' I'm sayin'). Seattle is such a lame place for a bodacious, voluptuous, outspoken sistuh to get a hookup, ya know?

But I"m still hopin' (and maybe when I put my 'wanted, man in uniform' ad online again---'cause I will honey, I will--maybe officers of the law will answer, not just folks who like e-mailing pics of their 'members'). One can hope.

Also, I've tried some delightful products, as usual and I'm going to share them with you right now. Do try Diesel 'Fuel', (which you can pick up at Nordstrom), and do try to pick up some 'Hyuluronic Eye Creme' by Mario Badescu at the Olivine salon and boutique in Ballard, near the Sunday Farmer's Market, as well as the delightful Jasmine oil that you can get at Madison Market. So yummy mixed with their Patchouly, (though the Fabulous Daughter's kind of scent sensitive to it, so I'm wearing 'White Musk' from The Body Shoppe at the moment). So, hopefully you've all been watering at the mouth for a new chapter of 'Young Blues', and it has taken a bit of wrangling between me and my dear editor, who posts my blog for me. But here it is. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, David, Officer Nelson, L. and all of my men and women in uniform, over here and over there.....

He was listening to the daily report, and occasionally taking notes about what was on the roster for today---new problems to be watchful for, ongoing stuff, like the woman who'd gotten attacked earlier and was still recovering in the hospital. But Thorkelson's mind was really on the night before and particularly on his new partner, who after visiting her old partner in the hospital, decided a stiff drink was in order. That led to a ride to Pioneer Square, to a favorite hangout, where there was blues music by a live band, some overly happy sports fans, and their bimbo dates, and a lot more beers and shots. Which led to him taking her home, very wasted (him a little wasted too), and after some awkward fumbling and crying on her part, a sloppy kiss that led to him and her in bed. He still remembered the taste of her sex in his mouth, the first orgasm, and then how she clung to him as he gently, then less gently pumped into her for three more orgasms for her---the last one with her kissing him like her life depended on it, and clawing his back like a tigress---and one aching one for him. Wow, who would have thought that little Dykey looking blond 'borg could do all of that (she'd given him a half-hearted blow job before all of the other stuff, too, damn!), like one of those porno stars on his private tape collection. 'Thorkelson, you and Macguire will patrol together around the fast food and shopping areas near Broadway. We've had some reports of Gay bashers in the area and it's coming from the top that we're not looking sharp on how we've handled the last two assault cases. Now, between me, I'm not sure I care if a couple of fags...' The chief, a red-faced, beefy man named Lawton, who Thorkelson often wondered about, was cut off by the next-in-command, a pressed and thin-lipped, no nonsense woman named Swerberg, and he continued, a little more in control. ...anyway, keep your eyes open. We don't want to get caught with our pants down on this one,' there were a few snickers, which stopped immediately with Swerberg gave her usual ice blue eyed stare, and the chief reddened even more when she gave him a sideways glance of the same. Then they were all of them, the 'new blues' and the 'old blues' on their way to their cars, or other places, depending on if they were just 'uniforms' or detectives with active cases. Thorkelson looked for his female partner, wondered if she'd get cited for being late, noted that she had been there, sitting in the back, and now she was talking with Park, a short Korean guy, new cop who worked with the gang unit in the ID. They were laughing, and he felt his face go a little red, hoped no one noticed. But at that moment his partner looked up, her eyes wide and searching, silently asking about last night, which she clearly didn't remember. Or not all of it. He'd talk to her later, help her sort things out as delicately as possible. But she decided now was good, as she broke away from Park, and walked quickly toward Thorkelson, a pained look on her face, clearly hiding a hangover from last night he supposed. 'Hey, didn't hear you leave this morning. Thanks for setting the clock for me, a little later. I had to make a few excuses about being ten minutes late, but I don't think anyone's gonna hassle me about it. I do remember some of last night. If you're wondering....and...we can talk, later, if you like. I'd like...' She looked at him, her eyes a little misty, but otherwise nothing seemed different. ' 'Kay...hey, and I hope your old partner's gonna be alright...' 'I called her, she's mending, but she'll be off duty for a while and of course you know they have to investigate the shooting. Some talk's going that a few folks are protesting the shooting, you know the usual shit,' They walked out together and for a moment, he thought about hugging her, saw her panicked look, like she read his mind, and decided against it. They'd talk later.

'I want to meet you later. Be wearing what we talked about, and don't be late,' it was his mistress and even though she was calling him out of the place where she was in charge and he, her slave, he still lowered his head, and took on the submissive tone. 'Yes, mistress, and I'm wearing them now,' He heard her sigh, knew she was smiling and that made him get hard, and he liked how that felt against the thin, silky panties he was wearing under his uniform. 'See you then,' and she was gone, leaving him a little anxious, but in a good way.

Bang (William had long ago disappeared, only a tiny voice in the darkness of his mind now), was shopping in the Halal Market, or pretending to. Actually he was watching the young woman at the counter, watching her smile and chat with two men who spoke a different language than Mohammed or Zafir, but that was familiar to Bang. Her white teeth shone clean and attractive against her dark skin and Bang wanted so to run his fingers across them, to have his mouth at her ear, just below the scarf she wore to cover her head. He liked how she bent her head slightly when talking to the men, the way she showed how she knew her place with them. Not like the young Black girls he saw at the bus stop, or the gaudily dressed men and women he saw at the club down the street. Them he felt like hitting, hurting, and the thought made sweat break out on his forehead, made his mouth dry, but excited him too. 'Can I help you?' it was another girl, probably this one's sister, standing next to him in the small aisle of packaged foods. 'N..no, I"m just looking for now, but thanks,' he smiled and she smiled, and the drum sounds welled in his mind again, almost making him dizzy. 'Hey,' he grabbed the girl's wrist and she stopped smiling, so he let her go. 'You can help me, you can help me by having coffee with me,' she blushed a little, and smiled again at him. 'I'd have to ask my father, but come by later, and maybe,' Bang clenched his teeth, but smiled. She was a bad woman. She should have been angry that a strange man had touched her in public. His eyes met hers and then he picked up a couple of packages and walked toward the counter with them, paid for them, all the while looking at the girl. Later for you, later for you....he kept thinking to himself. He thought of how the last woman had fallen, had sounded falling to the ground, when he hit her. Then he thought of how a dog he'd killed recently had looked after, its eyes staring into infinity. He felt powerful, picked up some cookies, paid for them, ate one before leaving the store, and smiled at both girls, who smiled back. Yes, it was time he knew how it felt to kill something bigger than a dog. He heard them giggle as he left the store and heard the drum sounds, the sounds of singing by the mermaid that was also his mother, and he made up his mind to see how that felt tonight. Yes, tonight. And a block away, a police car was making an arrest. Two men had gotten into a fight, one had shot the other one in the leg, and now one was on the way to the hospital, and the other in the back of a patrol car. 'Used to be this city didn't have this many fucking guns, now...all the damned time, when you least expect it,' it was Murray, an older cop, riding with Thorkelson's partner, who barely listened to him. She kept remembering how Thorkelson's hands had felt on her breasts, his lips on hers. But she was a Dyke, wasn't she? Wasn't she? Didn't she and Pam seal that deal some time ago? And there was that redheaded stripper at the club downtown she often visited, touching herself in the safety of a dark booth, plugging a slot with quarters until she came, the girl always smiling at her. 'It's always better when it's a woman I make cum,' she'd said through the glass once. 'Yeah, I guess,' and that was the extent of their conversation. Now everything was upside down, and Pam was in the hospital, recovering from being shot. Not a bad wound, but it made Thorkelson's partner think, and she didn't like what it made her think about.

Mortality. They weren't invincible. And she was maybe...'Bi'? 'Oh, sure, yeah, let's stop and get something to eat', she answered her riding companion absently, and he headed toward a soul food place some of the older cops liked when they were in 'The Valley' as they called it. And across town, Thorkelson was trying to calm down a kid and a mother who'd just found their rottweiler 'Bill', gutted in an alley not far from their house. Already two other patrol cars and a detective, Mathers, were on the scene---Mathers, because this was the fifth dog in this area, and he suspected a pattern. 'I'm sorry ma'am, sorry...' was all Thorkelson could say as the dead animal was covered and lifted into an animal control van.

Suddenly a chill ran up his spine that he couldn't account for, and he wondered about his partner, and a movie he'd seen years ago came back to him. He looked around for no reason, not sure what he'd expect, but knowing this was a beginning of something far, far worse.

So, there you are my little truffles, and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you. And do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think and definitely if you're interested in helping me with a mortgage party for my ex and Fabulous Daughter. In the mean time, be safe out there, buhbye!

Yay, Yay, I Was In Tacoma, If Only For A Short While, Still Lusting For Someone To Warm My Sheets, and The Next Chapter of 'Young Blues' in This Lipst

2007-11-01T17:56:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, what a wonderful day it was (in spite of getting my little pinkies all wet and squishy, because rain and ballet flats don't mix--will be soooo glad when my wardrobe is updated to include warmer shoes, which it will be this week, yay!) my little peroncinis. This one spent a delish afternoon at The Tacoma Art Museum, checking out the new art exhibit there and even getting her hand kissed by one very nice bartender at the reception for said opening. Do, if you get a chance, go and see the art of Cecilia Beaux, which is very like a mix of two of this former art student's faves, Monet and Renoir. Also, the Gee's Bend Quilt exhibit is so wonderful and so overwhelming, you just might have to see it twice to really appreciate the beauty. And speaking of beauty, this one saw the cutest grrlz on the way back, while on the #594, and you can check them, and the bartender out in this blog. One was from New York, and they both live in Olympia and were too thrilled when I said they'd be on this one's blog in the near future. See, people are friendlier outside of This Evil Little Town.

And honey, I did indeed love the new vampire show, 'Moonlight', which I managed to get home in time for last Friday (the 28th of September). Too bad the mean bus driver on the #11, who didn't wait for this one, while she languished at that too long light at 23rd and Madison made me miss the season opener for 'Ghost Whisperer'. Bad Metro, bad, bad, bad. Oh, and the 'mean bus driver' thang doesn't only apply to Seattle, but to Tacoma as well, as the beotch who was driving me to Tacoma made this little kitty walk two blocks, after 'forgetting' to call out the Tacoma Art Museum and even glared at me a little when I took my very hot looking self off the bus. Oh, the hatin' that goes on with wimmen around this area, is too, too awful sometimes! Still, hanging out with bodacious friend Brei in Tacoma, and checking out a nice dining spot (whicn this one will be returning to on a future date, fo sho') was worth all that hassle.

So, what, besides travelin' South and lustin' for my baby in Iraq ('army sweetie'), and watching new shows, has this one been up to? Why lovin' the whole 'smoky eye, nude lip' look that has returned to glam us up this Fall. And if you don't have the proper stuff for that look, well honeys get on over to Sephora, and pick up either Stila's kajal liner in a plethora of groovy Fall colors, or one of MAC's pencils (I love the 'Prunella' pencil I treated myself to last year, that I'm still wearing this year doll babys). Also, both Loreal and Revlon have new, Fall shadow pallettes that should also work and won't set your budget on its ear (pick these up at either Bartels or Walgreens). And for lips, do try Lorac's 'Missy', or one of the HiP nude colors by L'oreal. You'll look delish and get noticed, even in the darkest weather, for sure!

So, by now, hopefully all twelve of you--hey, I"m not sure who reads this shit, but I know some of you do, and I thank you!--have checked out the new serial story, 'Young Blues', and here you go, another chapter to enjoy! Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, Officer Nelson, L., David, J.J. and Shane, and all of my men and women in uniform, over there and over here....

Officer Grace Logan reached across the table and swabbed at her partner, Officer Thorkelson's cheek, where spaghetti sauce from his meal threatened to run down and ruin that perfectly pressed uniform. She smiled, making herself not laugh, as Thorkelson, who looked like one of her younger brothers, blushed and self-consiously dabbed at his mouth with his own napkin. Man, watching this guy eat, what an adventure, she thought, as he chugged down the glass of root beer, and nearly choked. So like one of her younger brothers, she thought, stood up and patted him a couple of times on the back. This time, she did laugh, but only a little. No need to get one of the seniors pissed at her or anything, being she was still 'the new kid on the block, as it were. Having transferred into the Sixteenth from Northgate and before that from Burien. Yeah, that hell hole, where the 'good old boys' tried as hard as they could to break her, and took pleasure in getting her to point where, in the end she'd ended up with her weapon pointed at her last partner, making him strip down to his 'tighty whities' off some forgettable highway between 'Bumfuck Egypt' and Auburn. That hadn't won her friends, but her dad had known the Captain since back in the day when they both did a hitch in 'Nam, so instead of getting her ass canned, she was able to quietly transfer to Northgate. And that went okay for a while, until the night she and Pam Stevens, a quiet, mousy redhead on day shift got a little too drunk (and a little too honest), and ended up in the back of Pam's squad car in the middle of a park'n ride, kissing and making out like high school cheerleaders. Unfortunately, the one other Dyke on the force, McGuire, an iron-willed, school marm looking ballbreaker had been patrolling in the area and happened to come up on them just about the time they were both having one hell of a shared orgasm. Number two, if she remembered correctly, blushing a little, remembering.
'What?' It was Thorkelson, who thought she saw something else on his uniform, or that he'd accidentally gotten more sauce on some other area of his face. 'Nothing, kid, nothing.' They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Thorkelson studying her face between bites and gulps, until the radio on Logan's shoulder went off, and after answering, she put the whole Stevens thing aside and told Thorkelson to get a 'doggy bag', they were rolling. It turned out to be a five year old who'd been flashed by some old guy at Miller Community Center when she'd been in the women's bathroom. The mom met them when they arrived and two men, (both Gay, but one trying not to be obvious about it, Logan thought to herself) who held a rumpled, grey haired man in his fifties. The little girl, who looked at the two officers with both curiosity and that look Logan had come to call the 'wow, look the good guys are here' look, stayed behind her mom, a young woman who seemed just a little more frazzled than she needed to be. Think, maybe crack mom, Logan though, mentally noting that she'd ask Thorkelson to search the mom's purse, but later, out of reach, and hearing of the kid.

'What happened?' Logan took the initiative, hoping Thorkelson didn't mind. He didn't, and was already cuffing the perp, taking a statement from the two men and Logan could see him eyeing the mom, and she knew they were on the same page about searching her later. As they questioned the man, who looked at them with glazed, almost guilty eyes, a small crowd gathered around them. 'Welcome to the 16th kid,' she heard Thorkelson say under his breath and she smiled, glad to be among folks who probably wouldn't care, if she ever dared to come out, that she was more interested in muff than dick.

William, who now called himself 'Bang' had long since left the family that had adopted him, and now stayed with a fellow countryman from Nigeria--well, they weren't actually from the same town, but he was from Africa, and had been a refugee, like William, so it was much better. And William, 'Bang' had long since put out of his mind the nightly visits of his adopted father and the queasy sensation he got when this pale man put his hands on places that were sacred (though no one had told him this, he knew it, knew his mother thought so, before, before...). He could feel the effects of the marijuana he'd smoked with Mohammed earlier, and he let himself drift into his favorite dream, that one about the mermaid, (who looked like his mother, only more powerful, and less hungry than he remembered from that awful place, before...) He hummed to himself, flipping the switchblade he'd started to carry with him at all times after he finally told his adopted mother about what his adopted father was doing to him at night. The mother hadn't been happy, had slapped him, called him a 'liar!' and two days after that, he came to the kitchen to find his things packed, and a strange woman who looked like she always smelled stinky things waiting for him. He didn't remember much after that, but travelling away from that neighborhood that always smelled of coffee and cooking bacon, and then being in a large place where there were other boys, and some girls who looked like him. It was a miserable place, and as soon as he could, he ran away, knowing no one would look for him. He took pleasure in killling a dog, in a yard that he passed before he finally came to an empty building where he slept until Mohammed found him. In fact, he'd killed two more dogs, keeping the tails in a special back pack he kept for 'trophies', as if he was a hunter. It gave him pleasure, pleasure he couldn't understand, but pleasure nonetheless, to see their eyes roll back in their heads, their tongues lolling out as they died. He was powerful then, and yet he knew the mermaid still loved him would always love him, no matter what. And when he wasn't killing dogs, or cats, and one time a bird he found, with its wing wounded on the side of a road, he hung with Mohammed and his 'crew', lurking near businesses, ('banging', Mohammed called it). And occasionally he stole things from stores, brought them to the cluttered room in the apartment he shared with Mohammed and two other boys from Africa, Safir, and Elijah. Now, he was dreaming, dreaming of what it would feel like to kill something bigger, to hold it down and feel its life go away. He thought of his adopted father, then he thought of the girl at the store that he and Mohammed had visited earlier. William got an erection thinking about having his hands around her neck, and even though the mermaid told him 'no', he kept thinking about it, masturbating until he came and fell asleep.

After processing the old man, and taking the mother's statement (and yes, she did have a small baggie with what tested positive for crack cocaine in her purse), then calling Child Protective Services for the kid, Thorkelson and Logan were rolling again. They'd booked the mom, and left the kid with a nice, Black social worker named Patrice, who, when Logan thought of how soft her skin looked, caused a tightness in Logan's gut. And just as she was thinking she might breach the subject of how Thorkeslson felt about Gay folk, another call came over the radio. Fight at Sugar, that new nightclub on Pike. Man with a gun, one person shot and wounded, another man involved, they should pursue. So they did, with about what seemed like every car on patrol in the area. Arrived at the scene to see a bunched up mob of hoody wearing and backwards baseball cap wearing locals. All who looked at them with hatred and outright arrogance. Yeah, she thought, remembering what Stevens had told her about how this place used to be a women's bar, welcome to the 16th kid.
So, there you are my little crispy treats, hope you liked that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Look for the next chapter in few weeks, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com with your thoughts and elucidations. Until then, be safe out there. Buhbye!

Yay, Yay, I Was In Tacoma, If Only For A Short While, Still Lusting For Someone To Warm My Sheets, and The Next Chapter of 'Young Blues' in This Lipst

2007-10-01T18:25:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, what a wonderful day it was (in spite of getting my little pinkies all wet and squishy, because rain and ballet flats don't mix--will be soooo glad when my wardrobe is updated to include warmer shoes, which it will be this week, yay!) my little peroncinis. This one spent a delish afternoon at The Tacoma Art Museum, checking out the new art exhibit there and even getting her hand kissed by one very nice bartender at the reception for said opening. Do, if you get a chance, go and see the art of Cecilia Beaux, which is very like a mix of two of this former art student's faves, Monet and Renoir. Also, the Gee's Bend Quilt exhibit is so wonderful and so overwhelming, you just might have to see it twice to really appreciate the beauty. And speaking of beauty, this one saw the cutest grrlz on the way back, while on the #594, and you can check them, and the bartender out in this blog. One was from New York, and they both live in Olympia and were too thrilled when I said they'd be on this one's blog in the near future. See, people are friendlier outside of This Evil Little Town.

And honey, I did indeed love the new vampire show, 'Moonlight', which I managed to get home in time for last Friday (the 28th of September). Too bad the mean bus driver on the #11, who didn't wait for this one, while she languished at that too long light at 23rd and Madison made me miss the season opener for 'Ghost Whisperer'. Bad Metro, bad, bad, bad. Oh, and the 'mean bus driver' thang doesn't only apply to Seattle, but to Tacoma as well, as the beotch who was driving me to Tacoma made this little kitty walk two blocks, after 'forgetting' to call out the Tacoma Art Museum and even glared at me a little when I took my very hot looking self off the bus. Oh, the hatin' that goes on with wimmen around this area, is too, too awful sometimes! Still, hanging out with bodacious friend Brei in Tacoma, and checking out a nice dining spot (whicn this one will be returning to on a future date, fo sho') was worth all that hassle.

So, what, besides travelin' South and lustin' for my baby in Iraq ('army sweetie'), and watching new shows, has this one been up to? Why lovin' the whole 'smoky eye, nude lip' look that has returned to glam us up this Fall. And if you don't have the proper stuff for that look, well honeys get on over to Sephora, and pick up either Stila's kajal liner in a plethora of groovy Fall colors, or one of MAC's pencils (I love the 'Prunella' pencil I treated myself to last year, that I'm still wearing this year doll babys). Also, both Loreal and Revlon have new, Fall shadow pallettes that should also work and won't set your budget on its ear (pick these up at either Bartels or Walgreens). And for lips, do try Lorac's 'Missy', or one of the HiP nude colors by L'oreal. You'll look delish and get noticed, even in the darkest weather, for sure!

So, by now, hopefully all twelve of you--hey, I"m not sure who reads this shit, but I know some of you do, and I thank you!--have checked out the new serial story, 'Young Blues', and here you go, another chapter to enjoy! Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, Officer Nelson, L., David, J.J. and Shane, and all of my men and women in uniform, over there and over here....

Officer Grace Logan reached across the table and swabbed at her partner, Officer Thorkelson's cheek, where spaghetti sauce from his meal threatened to run down and ruin that perfectly pressed uniform. She smiled, making herself not laugh, as Thorkelson, who looked like one of her younger brothers, blushed and self-consiously dabbed at his mouth with his own napkin. Man, watching this guy eat, what an adventure, she thought, as he chugged down the glass of root beer, and nearly choked. So like one of her younger brothers, she thought, stood up and patted him a couple of times on the back. This time, she did laugh, but only a little. No need to get one of the seniors pissed at her or anything, being she was still 'the new kid on the block, as it were. Having transferred into the Sixteenth from Northgate and before that from Burien. Yeah, that hell hole, where the 'good old boys' tried as hard as they could to break her, and took pleasure in getting her to point where, in the end she'd ended up with her weapon pointed at her last partner, making him strip down to his 'tighty whities' off some forgettable highway between 'Bumfuck Egypt' and Auburn. That hadn't won her friends, but her dad had known the Captain since back in the day when they both did a hitch in 'Nam, so instead of getting her ass canned, she was able to quietly transfer to Northgate. And that went okay for a while, until the night she and Pam Stevens, a quiet, mousy redhead on day shift got a little too drunk (and a little too honest), and ended up in the back of Pam's squad car in the middle of a park'n ride, kissing and making out like high school cheerleaders. Unfortunately, the one other Dyke on the force, McGuire, an iron-willed, school marm looking ballbreaker had been patrolling in the area and happened to come up on them just about the time they were both having one hell of a shared orgasm. Number two, if she remembered correctly, blushing a little, remembering.
'What?' It was Thorkelson, who thought she saw something else on his uniform, or that he'd accidentally gotten more sauce on some other area of his face. 'Nothing, kid, nothing.' They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Thorkelson studying her face between bites and gulps, until the radio on Logan's shoulder went off, and after answering, she put the whole Stevens thing aside and told Thorkelson to get a 'doggy bag', they were rolling. It turned out to be a five year old who'd been flashed by some old guy at Miller Community Center when she'd been in the women's bathroom. The mom met them when they arrived and two men, (both Gay, but one trying not to be obvious about it, Logan thought to herself) who held a rumpled, grey haired man in his fifties. The little girl, who looked at the two officers with both curiosity and that look Logan had come to call the 'wow, look the good guys are here' look, stayed behind her mom, a young woman who seemed just a little more frazzled than she needed to be. Think, maybe crack mom, Logan though, mentally noting that she'd ask Thorkelson to search the mom's purse, but later, out of reach, and hearing of the kid.

'What happened?' Logan took the initiative, hoping Thorkelson didn't mind. He didn't, and was already cuffing the perp, taking a statement from the two men and Logan could see him eyeing the mom, and she knew they were on the same page about searching her later. As they questioned the man, who looked at them with glazed, almost guilty eyes, a small crowd gathered around them. 'Welcome to the 16th kid,' she heard Thorkelson say under his breath and she smiled, glad to be among folks who probably wouldn't care, if she ever dared to come out, that she was more interested in muff than dick.

William, who now called himself 'Bang' had long since left the family that had adopted him, and now stayed with a fellow countryman from Nigeria--well, they weren't actually from the same town, but he was from Africa, and had been a refugee, like William, so it was much better. And William, 'Bang' had long since put out of his mind the nightly visits of his adopted father and the queasy sensation he got when this pale man put his hands on places that were sacred (though no one had told him this, he knew it, knew his mother thought so, before, before...). He could feel the effects of the marijuana he'd smoked with Mohammed earlier, and he let himself drift into his favorite dream, that one about the mermaid, (who looked like his mother, only more powerful, and less hungry than he remembered from that awful place, before...) He hummed to himself, flipping the switchblade he'd started to carry with him at all times after he finally told his adopted mother about what his adopted father was doing to him at night. The mother hadn't been happy, had slapped him, called him a 'liar!' and two days after that, he came to the kitchen to find his things packed, and a strange woman who looked like she always smelled stinky things waiting for him. He didn't remember much after that, but travelling away from that neighborhood that always smelled of coffee and cooking bacon, and then being in a large place where there were other boys, and some girls who looked like him. It was a miserable place, and as soon as he could, he ran away, knowing no one would look for him. He took pleasure in killling a dog, in a yard that he passed before he finally came to an empty building where he slept until Mohammed found him. In fact, he'd killed two more dogs, keeping the tails in a special back pack he kept for 'trophies', as if he was a hunter. It gave him pleasure, pleasure he couldn't understand, but pleasure nonetheless, to see their eyes roll back in their heads, their tongues lolling out as they died. He was powerful then, and yet he knew the mermaid still loved him would always love him, no matter what. And when he wasn't killing dogs, or cats, and one time a bird he found, with its wing wounded on the side of a road, he hung with Mohammed and his 'crew', lurking near businesses, ('banging', Mohammed called it). And occasionally he stole things from stores, brought them to the cluttered room in the apartment he shared with Mohammed and two other boys from Africa, Safir, and Elijah. Now, he was dreaming, dreaming of what it would feel like to kill something bigger, to hold it down and feel its life go away. He thought of his adopted father, then he thought of the girl at the store that he and Mohammed had visited earlier. William got an erection thinking about having his hands around her neck, and even though the mermaid told him 'no', he kept thinking about it, masturbating until he came and fell asleep.

After processing the old man, and taking the mother's statement (and yes, she did have a small baggie with what tested positive for crack cocaine in her purse), then calling Child Protective Services for the kid, Thorkelson and Logan were rolling again. They'd booked the mom, and left the kid with a nice, Black social worker named Patrice, who, when Logan thought of how soft her skin looked, caused a tightness in Logan's gut. And just as she was thinking she might breach the subject of how Thorkeslson felt about Gay folk, another call came over the radio. Fight at Sugar, that new nightclub on Pike. Man with a gun, one person shot and wounded, another man involved, they should pursue. So they did, with about what seemed like every car on patrol in the area. Arrived at the scene to see a bunched up mob of hoody wearing and backwards baseball cap wearing locals. All who looked at them with hatred and outright arrogance. Yeah, she thought, remembering what Stevens had told her about how this place used to be a women's bar, welcome to the 16th kid.

So, there you are my little crispy treats, hope you liked that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Look for the next chapter in few weeks, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com with your thoughts and elucidations. Until then, be safe out there. Buhbye!

Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks

2007-09-25T18:52:00.002-07:00

Didn't make the zombie films, but did see the Mariners lose, and found lust at Safeco, all in this Lipstick and Lust---And Another Chapter of 'Young B

2007-09-25T18:52:00.001-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

I think I just saw my ex---and not my nutty ex-girlfriend, but the woman I asked to marry me some years ago (then totally wimped out, when I realized her daughter was more than I could handle and broke up with her). Christy, if you're out there, and if you don't hate me, too much, I'm sorry, I'm soooo sorry. And if that was you in Madison Market, I'm even sorrier that I didn't work up the courage to talk to you, fearing you might slap the bejesus out of me. Forgive this kid, huh? And no, I"m not asking for a 'second chance', but I am sorry.

So, there, now you know this kitten is not perfect and that she does make mistakes, so maybe some of you out there who think 'she thinks she's all that', will get off my back and stop hatin' on me so. And I think you know who you are, eh? Onward and upward.

To the grinding, awful memory of watching 'my boys' the Seattle Mariners get their butts handed to them by The Tampa Devilrays yesterday (Saturday, the 15th, if you're reading this later). Dudes, I did not come to that cold stadium to see you lose, but hey, you're still 'my boys', so I forgive you. Sort of. Ah, but going there, to The Safe, did get me flirted with by a certain 'Stacey M.', who had the nicest accent from Idaho, and gave good service to this hungry fan, along with those beautfiul blue eyes and that blushing smile. See now why baseball can be so much fun, and why this little kitty loves the game so much? Check out the pic and the pic of those tiny baseball players on this blog. Okay, so I'm not a great photographer, and my equipment cannot do closeups, you can still see the field.
And no, this one did not make it to the 'Revenant Film Festival' after the game, because all of the taxis were going elsewhere and this one finally had to admit after one two many cigarettes (oh, the pain of this addiction and trying to quit!), and sitting in the chill of The Safe, that home was a better choice than a zombie movie fest. Maybe next time.

And yes, I'm still lusting for a certain SPD officer and a certain Trader Joes clerk, when I'm not turning inside out over missing 'army sweetie' (who this one hopes is among those troops our numbskull prez is going to let come home in December). And if you wanna know one reason I miss my darling so much, read my column 'This, I Shamelessly Tell You', in this month's Seattle Sinner. Believe me, him being a good friend is only half of it!

Antyway, what did this one try that she wants you to try too? Well, I'm still lovin' the Benefit 'Showoffs' eyeshadow in this delish cobalt blue, that doubles as a marvelous eyeliner when you dip a wet brush in the powder and makes for a knockout look for brown eyes. Pick up at Macy's. Also love Dr. Brandt's 'Lineless Eye Cream' that I picked up at Sephora, and 'Vertigo', this wonderful scent I picked up at Nordstrom. But I'm not thrilled about Sarah Jessica Parker's 'Covet', which this one thinks is a bit over flowery for the wild cat I am.

But if you like that sort of thing, go ahead and try it, 'cause you might like it.
Ah, and I hope you got to check out the new serial story, 'Young Blues', based on Seattle's finest and events in the news of late. Here's the next chapter in that story, and do feel free to let me know if you like, by e-mailing me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Travis, Officer Nelson, David, Subzero, J.J., Shane and all of my men and women in uniform, over there and over here....

'If I fill this out, what are my chances of bein' like them cops on 'SVU'? Sargent Pavullo (he hadn't expected the promotion, but was glad of the increase in pay) tried to show interest, but not too much, to the young, Black girl in front of him. He was doing 'high school duty', sititng at the recruiting table at the Garfield HIgh School Job Fair, which was geared toward graduating seniors. At least no one was protesting at his table like the young man at the Army recruting table, where a bunch of scruffily dressed, piereced kids were holding signs, one of them arguing with the young man, who didn't look like he'd been out of high school that long himself. Pavullo smiled inwardly, gazed back at the girl, who'd raised her eyebrows, and was looking at him at that way he knew so well. 'You, pay attention to me, I'm young, and Black, and if you don't listen to me, I can make people think of you as a Pig, not a man in a uniform'. He felt his face flush, took a deep breath.

'Well, most officers don't do stuff like that. Those are mostly detectives...' He didn't get a chance to finish as two things happened at once. The girl, joined by an equally sassy friend, who was looking him up and down with that hungry look only sixteen year old girls, of any race have, was taking a cell phone call, arguing loudly with someone. And across the gym where the fair had been set up, the protesters had grown louder and the young soldier/recruiter had started to look desperate. Other kids who were walking by other tables turned their interest to the potential for a confrontation and everyone started chanting with the protesters. A few teachers who had been lolling on the edges of the fair, keeping an eye on their students, maybe to see who had promise for a future, who needed sheperding toward more productive behavior, stopped chatting and looked on alert. 'Scuse me girls, be right back. Go ahead and fill out the applications and I'll be over to talk to you...' He got to the Army recruiting table just as a girl dressed and made up like Avril Levigne---he knew that name because one of the younger officers listened to the tape all the time, and had offered it to him. 'Give you some street cred when you're out there with the homeys' he'd said, but Pavullo had never actually listened to the cd. 'Hey, you, and you, move away from the table, now...' He snatched a couple of pens and some applications out of a young man's hand, heard the hissed 'Pig and pig alike' as he skulked away. The recruiter sat back down in his chair, watching the little crowd disperse, a look of fear and wonder on his face. 'I'm not the reason we're over there, you know. I"m just doing my job, and they're paying me a bonus for this,' the kid was really mad, his face red and blotchy, his blue eyes sparkling. Pavullo looked after the kids, at the teachers who had gone back to watching, but a few of them glared at both men now. 'Don't let it get to you, kid, they hate us until they need us,' The kid looked up at him, blinked, took the pens and uncrumpled the application one of the kids had thrown at him. 'Yeah, I know,' They talked a bit more, and Pavullo found out the kid, whose name was Merritt, had some friends over in Baghdad, expected to ship out himself by year's end. They shook hands and Pavullo went back to his own task. The two girls were still there, the one who looked at him with a flirty smile now holding an application. The other one filling one out. Great, just what we need, he thought, Mary J Blige and Lil' Kim on the police force. He took the apps from them, gave them the usual speech, and before he knew it, it was time to pack up and get back to the real job. The reason the city paid him the little dollars, he thought with an ironic sense of humor.

'Yeah, it's been some day. First I had to stop a boyfriend and girlfriend---who claimed they really loved each other--from killing each other in the middle of Trader Joes. He didn't like the chips she picked and she thought he was being a pussy for not liking spicy salsa, it escalated to name calling, and you can guess the rest. Then there was the guy peeping at some woman in the Ross' dressing room, and a transient threatening some shoppers with what he said was bomb, a 'kinetic device' he called it,' Pavullo was riding with his newest partner,Thorkelson, a cornfed kid from Cally, who'd been in Seattle about five years before deciding he wanted to be a cop. Nice guy, but a little too serious at times, which made some of the other 'young blues' give him a hard time at drill and occasionally pull pranks on him. Pavullo liked the kid, saw he had potential and had volunteered to help him learn the street, since he knew that's where the kid was strongest and could see the way the kid interacted with the populace when they walked the beat together downtown.
'Hey, I'm hungry, let's pull into that Shell and pick up a burrito or something,' Thorkelson was always hungry and though Pavullo, who'd started dating this very hot, very healthy Black chick from one of the other precincts--she worked in dispatch--tried to convince him that eating right was important, the kid insisted on junk food. 'Okay, I could use some coffee myself,' They parked, walked into the small store, looked around. Old habit, to check out the premises, see if everything was kosher. The young Korean clerk smiled, and when she joined him, coming from the back of the store with a cup of what looked like soup, she smiled shyly too. Pavullo envied them, two people who had found each other in this chaos he thought of the world as, and now the girl, Min, was pregnant. About eight months from the look of it. They exchanged pleasantries, while Thorkelson checked out the sweet rolls, got one, and something from one of the big jars near the roll. 'Hot link. They're addictive,' He was already munching on it, and Min smiled, a smile of someone who liked to watch men eat. Bet she's a good wife, Pavullo thought to himself and was was about to take a sip of his coffee, had put some bills on the counter to pay for his and Thorkelson's purchases, when a figure moving in one of the back rows of the store caught his attention. As habit, he put his hand on his gun, saw Thorkelson's face change, and those of the clerk and his wife.

'Hey, stop, you, stop!' a young, Black man, carrying a six pack of beer and a package of cookies rushed past him, but not before Pavullo saw his face, his eyes met the kid's. Eyes like a wild animal, he'd remember later, a year from now, when that same face would before him in a line up at the end of one of the worst serial killing sprees in the Northwest.

He would have chased after the kid, but at that moment Thorkelson was pulling on his arm impatiently, and he heard the sound of water on the concrete floor, looked back to see Min holding her stomach, her face an 'o', of pain. Her husband helped her to the stool behind the counter, talked to her in Korean. 'Call 911!' Pavullo heard himself say, was already moving to the other side of the counter, trying to figure out how often the contractions were. Thorkelson dialed, came to stand beside him, and then Min grabbed Thorkelson's hand, squeezed hard as a major contracton hit. She said something in Korean and with the clerk's help and Pavullo's slid to the floor. 'Get towels, water, something to put under her, hurry,' It was like watching a movie in slow motion, as they got the woman out of her underwear, pushed paper towels under her, while her husband softly crooned some tune to her in Korean. Then Thorkelson, who Pavullo had always known would come through when it counted, was delivering the baby, there on the floor of the Shell station, just at the medics came in. 'Hey, Pavullo, you trying out for another career?' It was Scanlon, one of the firefighters Pavullo had known for a while now, followed by Murdoch and Padilla, the medics who'd been on the scene right after the shooting at the 7-11 a few months ago. Then mother and baby were on their way out the door, swadled in sterile, white sheets and blankets, the ambulance's red lights reflected on Min's pretty, almost saintlike face. 'Damn, damn. That was f... that was cool. Damn. " It was Thorkelson, who was sucking down a coke as he watched the ambulance pull off, sirens pinging the evening air. 'Yeah, not a bad day after all, huh,' They went back to the patrol car, got in and drove away, but even then, Pavullo felt a strange chill go down his back and he remembered that kid. Those eyes, eyes like someone who he'd meet again, and he wouldn't like it when he did.

There, my little chocolate Madeleines, hope you enjoyed that, and do keep reading as things are going to get a lot more interesting soon. For now, buhbye!

Girl plumbing problems, more lusting, and heya, the new 'Young Blues' kicks off in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-09-25T18:52:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, children, even 'the screaming' is over, as I say---you know, 'it's all over but the screaming'---and Fall's upon us. I've been combing through those piles of catalogues I get because I'm the mail order queen and order stuff all the time (hey, I'm probably Frederick's of Hollywood's best Northwest customer by now!), and checking out Fall fashions. Can't wait to get those divine boots I ordered from Metrostyle, and those delish tights in 'deep teal' from the same. Oh baby, this one's gonna be looking phat and fly, believe me.

And speaking of phat and fly, did anyone besides little old me catch 'Fashion Rocks' last Friday (the 7th) on CBS? Hey, how about that opening with Aerosmith and I believe that was Fergie in those tight, black glittery hot pants, having problems getting that designer coat off. Practice before you go onstage darlin', practice! And how about the mega gawgeous Alicia Keys, who looked so glam this one wanted to leap through the screen and bite her, as I did when I saw the bodacious Jennifer Lopez (who this one thinks is just a so-so singer, but has style to burn, and those legs, hmmm baby!). A downright edible lineup of musical talent and fashion icons nearly made this one's head spin, though I ate up every note and every push and thrust from those pouty models in their designer duds. Meowrrrr!

Me, I wanted to know where Alicia baby and some of those models got that yummy makeup. And you can believe this one will be on the hunt for those colors, and for the Revlon 'Hot Metals' eyeshadow they advertised during this dishy little show.
In the mean time, I'm lovin' my Benefit 'Showoffs' eye shadow in the chicest sapphire blue. Good for eyeliner and shadow, and the glitter in it adds just a bit of oompth even in the daytime, when you want something to make you smile. And do try Benefit's 'Fantasy Mint Wash' for the face as well. Both, you can pick up at Macy's.

But honey, honey, do at all costs avoid that stanky perfume with the 'Kiss' label. Super friend Brei and I tried that awful stuff at Ulta (in Lynnwood at some mall we went to) and I couldn't wait to hang my head out of her car window and let the breeze blow that smell out of these discerning nostrils. Yuck! But do try 'Reaction', the new men's fragrance by, I think Michael Kors. At Ulta, and most likely at Nordstrom too.

So, babys I have been teasing you with buzz about my new story (what, I can't make my own buzz, sez who!), 'Young Blues', so sit back, open your mind wide and get ready, 'cause here it TI is. Now, 'Young Blues', for Eric, Officer Nelson, Travis, L. and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here and David....

The cat had stared at him. Just sat there with those wide emerald colored eyes and stared. Like he was guilty. Him, William Borrison, who lived with a white mother and father and their sons--one younger than the other--in a two story house on a normal street in Puyallup, Washington. Normal. Not like the place he came from, on another continent, so far away he barely remembered the name. But the brothers made him find it on the globe in the parents' den, find it over and over again, then pointed at him, giggled and called him names. Names he'd heard were bad names from the few other African-American kids who he went to school with. He was ten now, and his brothers teased him less, but the look they gave him was like the cat gave him now. A mixture of fear and indifference. Little 'shithead boy' it seemed to be echoing the boys, 'dirt boy', 'refugee survivor'. He wouldn't cry this time, not like he did when they said it over his head at night before he went to sleep. Them laughing in their beds, knowing their blood and the parents' blood was the same, that he was 'other' someone they didn't need to be nice to, because he was not of their tribe.

The music of drums and a sound of chanting filled his mind and he found himself up, standing over the black and white cat (his mother had said it was pretty and kissed it, and he'd felt jealous of that cat, hated it). It's name was 'Mystery', and it ate food that cost a lot of money and it never got called 'little shithead boy', but got held and rocked and patted.

His hands, two black things he did not know anymore were around the cat's neck, and the knife he'd stolen from his brother's room ('Jim's room) appeared in one hand from his pocket. Slisht, like he was cutting a furry fish, then shunk, shunk as the knife went into the cat's stomach and blood ran from the wounds like water in the sink where his mother cut up vegetables. He stood there, watching the cat die, it's eyes turn dull and the light in them go out, knew this was his doing. The chants and drums in his ears grew louder and he wanted to cry out, but he didn't. The brothers would call him a savage, the mother would be afraid and he would be sent away from this normal house. So he cleaned up the blood, buried the cat deep in a neighbor's trash can, but saved one of the paws, which he cut off before he wrapped the cat in newspaper. That night, when the brothers looked at him, and the mother, he looked back and for the first time in months, he smiled, and his food tasted good.
He could smell her, knew she was wet down there, knew the sight of him naked, with the hood over his head, excited her. He also knew she was sweating, saw in his mind her licking her lip. Saw those ruby red painted lips and her tongue on them and got an erection.

The sound of the whip falling hit him before the lash and even though the sting of it surprisedx him, he liked it, liked the sudden pain. Now things would get interesting. He felt her spike heel dig into his flesh, his thigh, but he didn't try to stand up, stayed kneeling as she had made him. 'Did I tell you you could have one of those!' The whip swished through the air again, and this time pain stung the shaft of his penis, but he bit down on the cry. He couldn't see her, as she'd closed the slits that were for his eyes, only leaving him an opening to breathe. 'Up, up shithead, now walk', he felt her strong hands on his bound ones and knew she was showing him off to the other folks in the room. The erection grew longer, harder, he could feel himself near cumming, but he knew better than that. Not until she commanded it. And that was a moment Captain Lawson was definitely looking forward to.

The smell of mustard, cheese and onions hung in the air, made everything else that was happening seem somehow out of place. The man in a blue ski mask with a gun pointed at the face of the Indian clerk, who held his hands aloft like he was about to start dancing. 'Put the gun down and put your hands in the air, do it now!' He new his buddy, officer Travers would have gotten the call by now and that he was probably outside with some of the other 'young blues', all with guns drawn, ready for anything. But he was here, with this twitchy, skinny guy, who had a gun on an innocent clerk. A movement from the back of the store drew his attention and that of the gunman for a second, and in that wing flicker moment, the clerk, already terrified, dove for the floor, and officer Pavillo fired his weapon into the chest of the man who had so recently been in charge of the whole situation. The sound of the gun, the way the man simply arched back, then hit the floor, blood spreading rapidly from the wound burned a space into officer Pavillo's mind and then time speeded up again, the clerk hit the alarm, the movement turned out to be the clerk's mother, trying to sneak out of the store or distract the gunman. Officer Pavillo would sort it later, the why and wherefore, calm the clerk down, talk to the review board. He'd shot a man, and they'd want to know the details of that. His first kill and he hadn't even thrown up. He wanted to raise his fist in the air in triumpth, but other officers, his brothers in blue were pouring into the tiny 7-11, putting their guns away, now that they could see the suspect was clearly no threat. Then he noticed that the man wasn't dead, that he was trying to say something. Shit, shit, shit!

'Hey, hey, asshole, you, I wasn't going to...' he was cut off by another officer, who was standing over the man, and had kicked the now discarded gun away. 'No, you were, but you got caught, and if you live, you're going to jail, now shut the fuck up until the medics get here', It was Svenson, an older officer who officer Pavillo both admired and feared, and when they were having a beer at the tavern in Pioneer Square, after hours, some of the young guys made fun of. The mother was comforting her son, the clerk, talking to him in East Indian, and they both were smiling grateful smiles at the officers and watching the medics, who raced to the side of the nearly unconsious suspect and started working their routine on him. 'Good job, son. First mano a mano? You'll get used to it, there's a lot of those types out here lately,' Svenson nodded to the man, who the medics were now lifting gingerly onto a stretcher and taking out of the door. Already the other clerk, who'd hidden in the back, was preparing to mop up the blood on the floor. Pavillo felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, realized he was shaking a little. "Come on, kid, let's go grab a beer or something,' It was Connor, his academy mate, who'd also qualified for the 16th, and who often rode 'wingman' when they patrolled The Hill together. Damn, Pavillo thought, at he looked at the faces of the clerks and the now freshly cleaned spot where a man had laid in his own blood, only moments ago. Damn, it never seemed that fast in training, never seemed that close. He got in his car, followed his friend, Travers, nodded to a couple of other officers he saw entering the store, knowing they'd take care of the particulars like writing everything down.

He looked at the pack of Camels near his seat, thought of smoking one, decided against it, put the car in gear and looked one more time at the store before pulling back into the river of night traffic, sounds and the knowledge that he'd just crossed a major line in his life.

So, there you are my little Italian plums and do keep tuning in as things get even more tricky for our 'young blues' as the boy becomes a man and a serial killer. And do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahooo.com and let me know what you think of this column, and do read the print version in next week's SGN. Buhbye now!

A truly 'evil busdriver' ruins my evening, lust satisfied at The Wet Spot, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-08-07T12:06:00.001-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, my dear little Godiva shell chocolates, sometimes no matter how good a person you are (giving change to homeless folks, feeding pidgeons, etc.), the universe still wants to poop on you. Or is that since I'm leaving this hellhole of a town, it's decided to kick me in the ass every chance it gets? Methinks it's the latter, because this one does not believe in a malevolent deity, who gets his/her/its/their kicks by torturing us humans.

This is what happened yesterday. I'm going along my merry, little way, happy that this one has come to the notice of a fan at The Stranger's 'slog' (check it out, they even ended it with 'viva Rajkhet'), when I get on this very, VERY late number ten bus. And chile, if ever there was an 'evil busdriver' this little pinhead, dickless one certainly was. I mean, I have an ex-beau who uses the moniker 'evil busdriver' for his e-mail address, but he's really a cuddly kitten, and though he's not really this one's long-term type, we've had some fun in the sheets on more than one occasion.

No, number ten driver---who I'll nickname 'dickless', because I honestly believe men who have inadequate equipment, who are phallocentric in their personalities, are truly hateful people---was on a mission to make his passengers miserable. And in less time than I can say 'you bastard, you', this little gnome had jerked the bus forward before La Diva here could put her backside on the seat, causing this one to go flying, off balance, one leg outstretched under the bus seat and twisted to the side, and the other bent at the knee to try and balance. Thus, this one suffered the worst fall she's had since the Seahawks were in the Superbowl, and moi got too excited, jumped up, and landed face first on a hill next to The Metropolitan Grill (where I was watching the game through the window with two very handsome waitstaff). Oh, guess what, chillun? Even though a couple of passengers, including a writer for the Times (dude, I need your testimony for my lawsuit, so if you're reading this, e-mail asap!) sprang forward to check on yours truly, 'dickless' kept driving, even glaring more, as I groaned in pain, and promised to sue Metro for this act of pure malice by one of their less 'people friendly' drivers. Dude even tried to score another hit by racing down the street at car chase speeds (don't cops arrest reckless bus drivers for speeding, if not, they should!) and nearly toppling another female passenger and almost hit a car. Talk about 'unsafe at any speed'! And he glared at me when I limped off that deadly bus of his! Mofo didn't even fucking apologise!

Well, hours later, the pain at excrutiating levels, this one is in the true 'hell on earth', the UW Med Center's emergency room, with a motley group of humanity, watching first a marathon of 'COPS', then 'Court TV', until this nice young man turned the channel for me. True agony, and this on top of my, by then, aching hip, leg and shoulder. Hell, I felt like I'd been hit by a frigging truck! So, by six a.m., after finally getting seen at nearly 4 a.m., and x-rays (I'm pretty much one big contusion), and watching an old 'Batman' show (one featuring Lee Meriwether as 'Catwoman', not my faves, Julie Newmar, or Eartha Kitt---oh, the humanity!), I'm finally on my way home. Via guess what, another fucking Metro bus (this was not one of those 'cash lovely' weekends folks!), cold and in pain, wearing my tee-shirt and leggings from the day before, and starving. At least they gave me a script for good pain meds, and my kitties Zzell and Garbo were so pleased to see me, that they nearly kept me from finally sleeping (someting my sore ass and shoulder needed badly!). So be warned, should you ride Metro, hope you don't get 'dickless' as your driver, or this sordid tale could be yours. Me, I'm just hoping those folks who advertise late at night (The Bernard Law Group) can sue the bastard, and Metro, so at least I can soften this awful nightmare with cash. Keeping the fingers crossed.

On a positive note, the x-ray guy was cute and totally nice, and my nurse, Lisa treated me like a star, and was the one who put on 'Batman' for me, thus relieving my brain of having to take in more 'Court TV'. Props, guys!

Ah yes, and do try Wet'n Wild's 'True Touch' facial powder if you're short of cash, and their pink and glittery lipgloss is to die for. That's it for this one, my little dahlings, and I so hope the next time Comcast sends someone out, it'll be that hot, blond sweet thing that showed up last Saturday (and should that happen again, this one won't let anything, or anyone stop me from trying to get him in The Digs). And do e-mail me at ijanaral@yaoo.com and look forward to 'Young Blues', the serial story about SPD, that this one hopes will turn into a hotter than hell telly show. Oh, and do check out that new show, 'Masters of Science Fiction', which is actually on ABC, on Saturdays around ten. Buhbye!

Meeting great folks to lust over, but still no 'akshon', easing into deeper Summer and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-07-17T11:45:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, little dahlings, I put the ad on Craigslist, looking for a roomie situation, so this one can get the heck out of toxic land (Seattle to you!), and move to her dream place in Tacoma. And, it is a dream, because I haven't started looking yet, but there are plans afoot to do just that very, very soon. But, not to fear, this column will continue---unless 'powers that be' deem it not so (we hope not!), and you'll undoubtedly be thrilled with even more adventures in Tacomaland I'm so sure. Hey, maybe I'll see that cute Army Ranger again, or someone very like him (though, be sure, our heart is still and always 'army sweetie's').

So, I've been lusting like mad, meeting a very hot Leo on the number 11 bus (who's name is 'Adrian' like my legal name, go figure that one!), but unfortunately no digits were exchanged, so I just have to hope that one is one that bus again very soon. Keeping my fingers and toesies crossed that happens, as I want to see if that blond hair goes all over, if you know what I mean! And then, of course we've been still fantasizing about young David at my Trader Joes (though we did not see him the last time we were in there shopping for stuff to make 'tacos a la Shani, recipe to follow) and things we could get into if he came over to The Digs. Ah, Summer lust, how it can keep one's mind busy and one's heart soaring high!

And, a little downer, my creepy neighbor has been trying to insert his weird self into my life again (though a little more subtly, since I called SPD on his sorry, broken down ass!). Keep a lookout for an old, bushy bearded dude, that usually wears a dirty teeshirt, or plaid shirt ('fashion clinic' missed this one, honey!), baseball cap over that greasy grey hair and is about 5'11'' and maybe 200 pounds. He's a peeper into windows, so ladies be warned! Maybe if enough of us call on his ass, he'll get caught and we'll no longer have to worry that someone's watching when we're in our nighties (or less!) in our apartments!

Oh, and this one read something about something called 'vaginaplasty' in another mag (rag is more like it!), and I can only say: 'what the hell would any woman have reason to 'modify' her pussy for!' I mean, hey 'Miss P' is cool with me, and every person who's been down there's been pretty happy too. What a bloody stupid idea!
Anyway, all of this rambling and you're wondering, what cosmetics did the girl try lately? Well Miss Impatient, here you go! First, I tried a sample of 'Starlet' at this very cool salon/boutique in Ballard, called Olivine that also sports a great line of cosmetics and lip glosses ( I tried the 'Bullet Bra', a nice, sexy red and will be getting it after my stint at psychic at the Cuff's Full Moon Party later this month). I'm wearing a sample of 'Wish' today, but you can't get it, because they're not ordering it anymore. Oh well... Stop by and say 'hi' and tell them I sent you. Also stop by Duque (which is nearby, on 5348 Ballard Avenue), who are having a killer delish sale until the 23rd. Nice folks and yummy stuff to boot!

And the recipes for 'Tacos a la Shani'. Enjoy! Simple really. Get some corn or flour tortilla shells, heat them up via skillet ( a little butter or margarine helps to keep them from sticking), then toss together in that same butter or margarine, some florets of cauliflower, or brocoli, fresh onion, spinach, and some cooked chicken breast. Layer on top of heated refried beans, drizzled ranch dressing over, maybe add some spicy salsa (you can get some great spicy salsa at this stand at the Ballard Farmer's Market on Sundays!), roll up and enjoy with some cold ice tea! You can also add sliced avocado, cooked, cubed potato, or just about anything, including canned tuna. It's all good, fast and great for a Summer meal.

So, that's it for now, and let me just say, I'm glad that Mr. Craig Ferguson stopped bending to the will of the corporations and stopped doing those stupid early commercial breaks in his show. His monologue is something this one lives for and what keeps her smiling through having a loved one in Iraq and other minor life dramas of late. Keep it fresh Ferganation and consider yourself an honorary citizen of 'Lipstick and Lustland', and the whole neighborhood of Capitol Hill, in Seattle. Buhbye my little cherry popsicles!

New lust object, oh boy, oh boy, 'soap opera vixen' drama and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-07-13T17:27:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, my darlings, Mercury is finally moving ahead and so communications are a little better (though there was some Uranus drama, sponsored by our old friend, 'soap opera vixen' the other day, whew!), and we are STILL hoping for some kind of comunique from a certain Officer Of The Law, who received flowers but is still not talking. Maybe that one's as shy as the guy in the splendid film, 'Introducing The Dwights' that I just saw (and that made this one's panties wet, as the kid---or young man, rather---reminded me so of 'army sweetie' I nearly wanted to cry). Honey, you have to see it, if only to see the inimitable Brenda Blethyn create the character of a lifetime, and this one thinks if the world is fair, lovely Brenda should be getting an Oscar nod next year. Go see it, do!

And let me just say those folks blowing through red lights, and nearly knocking pedestrians down---women are the WORST, let me tell ya---I hope either 'my officer' (I wish dahling!) catches your impatient asses, or some officer of the law does. Hell, you could hurt someone, so slow the fuck down already! Capitol Hill does not need to become any more dangerous dearies, so take your mind off the cell phone, or whatever and obey the traffic lights. 'Nuff said there.

Ah, and lust, thy name is David (no, not THAT David you sillies, the one who works at my local Trader Joes, and blushes so charmingly whenever this one notices His Hotness). Oh baby, would I like to see how red that face could get when certain 'maneuvers' were tried on that one's lower regions, hmmm? Ah, this one has been fantasizing that scene like mad---between fantasies about a certain Officer Of The Law and memories of my dear one, 'army sweetie' (who I'm sure is hotter than we are, ovah theah in Iraq). Ah me....little fickle me.
And yes, we were given another dose of drama, thanks to 'soap opera vixen', who seems to never stop being evil and bad, even as this one is worrying about her love overseas and trying to move her cute ass to Tacoma. Yes, my dahlings, I am moving, hopefully by next year, but not to worry, as this blog will continue as long as this one can find a wifi hookup.

So, bite me in the big one 'sov'. And, if you are looking for something to take the grime and grit of a day at the beach or just a day in the heat off, then you must try 'Coconut Body Scrub', which you can pick up at The Body Shop in Pacific Place. And for a light dusting to add glow, but not heaviness to your face, do try Bare Minerals 'Mineral Veil', which comes in just about every skin tone one could want this time of year. And of course, I can't go without recommending Ballard Organics
'Patchouly/Orange' soap,which I picked up last Friday at the Farmer's Market at MLK and Union. Stop by and say 'hi' to the cute guy who works there. So, I guess that's it for now my sweet vanilla ices, as this one has to get home to kitties Zzell and Garbo, who are suffering in the heat of The Digs while I'm out and about. Do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and check out the print version of this column in SGN in another week. Oh, and must tell you, had the greatest time with two, count them two bottoms last weekend at The Wet Spot---one who brought me three orgasms, digitally (so we can say that one is good with his hands, yes?). Nothing like getting all sticky doing 'the nasty' with folks you like. But, oh, this one so hopes to do something similar with young David, or that officer, sometime soon. Keep ya posted! Buhbye!

Missing 'army sweetie' like a hole in my gut, longing for a certain officer to 'step up', and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-07-01T12:54:00.001-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, children, it's been an up and down couple of weeks, what with Pride sneaking up on this one too soon this year, and my own 'Felliniesque/David Lynchesque' life keeping me on my toes (and sometimes with my head buried in my pillow). But I am glad to say I've made it through the hardest part of the summer (for me), and am looking forward to a very different Fourth of July, hanging with some friends from The Wet Spot, on their boat! Yes, I did say 'on their boat' my treasures, watching the fireworks up close and personal. Should be a blast and I'm hoping to shake some of these 'summertime blues' by then, or at least after then.

And of course, I've been missing my soldier sweetheart (who's in the war zone right now), like there's a huge planet sized hole in my soul, and even cried some tears the other night, I missed that one so! Then there's a certain officer of the law (D.N., dahling I hope you like flowers, because this one is tired of waiting out your shyness and is delivering a little bouquet your way, with an invite for tea, pretty damned soon!) who has got this one staying late in her bed to fantasize all sorts of wild scenes. My fave, of late, is I'm walking along, and that one, feeling a little less shy, rolls up to this one and asks her to 'get in, I'm taking you home'. Of course it's late at night, so that one is acting like my 'knight in shining armor', rescuing me from all kinds of baddies that might be out and about (hey, the Hill has been pretty dangerous of late, and even this little 'warrior princess' has looked over her shoulder more than twice on the way home from some late night thing or other). Ah, but that's only a fantasy, one this one hopes will be real someday soon.
Oh, and I must, must, must tell you about the trio of hot firemen that landed in front of The Digs the other day (okay, there were four, but the fourth one looked like every other boring Seattle dude, so we did not notice him) and this one could not stop staring.

Heck, I even ran out of the building in my loungewear to check out what the dealio was, since there wasn't any alarms in my building (except in this one's panties dahlings!) and found out there was a little fire down the street, but nothing else. Still, the excitement, especially when one of the mega hotties kept running his fingers through his hair, like he knew this one was watching, with baited breath out of her window, lusting, lusting, lusting.

Oh, we do love our men (and ladies) in uniform my little petals, oh yes we do!
And, before I tell you what delish products I've been trying of late, I must give a shout out to those dear friends who have helped this one survive her 'summer of no cash', like the bodacious and always wondrous Brei, who filled a bag of goodies so this one could make it through the week until my psychic gig at The Cuff, for their Full Moon Party. Also, my co-worker, Rick and very nice editor-in-chief, who have kept me in cash loans lately. Thanks and a big hug and kiss to all of you. Trust me, I won't forget when my ship comes in!

Also, big props to Norm Dicks who is trying to get our wrong headed legislators to inact a bill that would protect Southwestern wolves. Good going dude and keep at it. You have my support, for sure, since to me, all life is sacred, being part Cherokee and Blackfoot, but the wolves always have a special place in this one's heart of hearts. You go Norm!

Finally, thanks as always to Mr. Craig Ferguson for keeping my heart happy, even as it's suffering, missing my darling overseas and longing for a certain officer of the law. You rock, Craig, and keep the jokes a' comin'!
So, what have I tried besides my fave oils (from Madison Market and Ballard Organics at the Farmer's Markets on Sunday in Ballard and Friday at MLK and Union)? Well, I tried 'Vertigo' eau de toilette (pick this up at Nordstrom),. and am loving the 'Messing Cream' for the 'locks from Fekkai (get this at Sephora). And I hope all of you are wearing sunscreen out there and keeping those toes looking yummy and not oogly, so folks aren't having to shield their eyes from da feet.
And at last, now that cash flow is improving, here's a brief update on the serial story, 'Adryana', for Eric, Travis, D.N., J.J., Shane and all of my men and women in uniform, over there and over here----

Officer Eggars reacted instantly to movement next to him, and had to remind himself, for the hundredth time tonight, this was a friend. True, she wasn't Vera Blue, but she was close enough for him and her body moved with his as if she were carved by the hand of God for him long ago. 'Hmmm, you not sleeping baby...' her sleep husky voice came to him out of the darkness beside him, and he felt his balls tighten, felt blood rush to his dick, getting him hard all over again. 'Nope, not used to...to company, I guess...' he knew he probably sounded dorky, but that was the truth and he'd decided the moment she crossed the threshold of his apartment that he would be truthful with her. Something about the deep down sadness in her pecan shell colored eyes and the way her body seemed to hold the sorrows of a lifetime, made him want to never lie to her. 'C'mere', let me make you feel all better then...' and they were rolling together like two different colored waves in his bed, the sheets tossed aside, and only their white and caramel skins to warm them. God she was so wet, so deep and he just let her work him into the frenzy she had made him go into before, until he was on top of her, pounding hard, her long fingernails in his back, digging.
It seemed to last forever, and even though he knew inside himself that they were both with someone else in their minds, he still enjoyed every moan, every thrash of her long dreadlocks against his face, and her orgasm, right after his.

She had been Kelly, married to a seargent who'd just returned from Iraq and her life had been as perfect as anyone's could be, at first. Then, little by little, as the days turned to weeks and he'd been home almost a year now, something just seeped out of their lovemaking, left their home, and left her feeling both angry and helpless and alone all at once. Then the arguments started and he started being away from home--he said he was hanging out at the base with friends, or visiting some in the hospital who'd recently returned--and she needed something. That's how she became 'Candyce Kelly', a dancer at the Larkspur Lounge, making tips and taking shit from the lecherous manager, Dade, a survivor of hurricane Katrina, who'd gotten the job from his cousin, Bijou, a little, Black woman with an attitude and a temper that kept all but Dade at bay. And when Officer Eggars came in one night, looking like he'd lost his best friend, she made it her business to work it so she did her best lap dance for him. Even let him touch her from under the table, though she knew Dade would be pissed if he found out and Bijou would fire her on the spot, no matter that the dude was a fucking cop. And when she got off later that morning, the sky just starting to go that dim purple between late night and morning, he was waiting and she got in his car and accepted the cigarette he gave her as if this had been pre-arranged.

And while the two slept, legs and arms tangled around each other lazily, Acer Harrison, Sgt. Harrison dreamed of the night in the dessert he never wanted to think of again. Of how the other Sgt.'s body just fell after being stabbed, after raping the female soldier. Dreamed of arms and legs flying, of 'booms' all around him---the sound the bombs made--of screamng men and women and the smell of fear and death. Then, because she was bidden, but also because she liked this one form the first time she'd met him, Adryana slipped into his dreams, became the woman he'd met in the dessert, then became Kelly, his wife.

They were driving through the country, on one of the islands they loved, having taken the ferry from Seattle for a much needed day trip. He was laughing at some joke she'd told him, then they were in the heart of a forest they'd hiked together what seemed like centuries ago, and he was making love to her, trying to keep her from making too much noise, so whoever else might be hiking out there wouldn't surprise them, stop their joyous moments.

He smiled in his sleep, curled into a fetal position, forgot everything but the touch of Kelly/Adryana and how wonderful it felt to be inside her again.
From his mirror, Lucifer watched with anger and jealousy, but a little amusement as Adryana took little bits of the Sgt.'s lifeforce into herself, but didn't do what he, Lucifer had told her to do. Corrupt this one, fill him with bitterness and a deathwish, so he could be taken later, taken from The Celestial Three, who had dibs on him first. 'Damn the witch, she will pay for this...' he balled his fist and then let it fall to his side, knowing no matter what he did to her, Adryana would be untouched. After all, wasn't she already enduring the worst of all punishments, to live without a permanent body, to be at the beck and call of The Celestial Three and live without her beloved angel, Meriin, forever? He threw back his head and laughed a maniacal laugh, then turned away from the mirror. Maybe it was time he left this place and once again walked with the monkeys below. Yes, it was time to throw all caution to the stars and spit in the face of The All Mother/She Who Is/She Who Was Forever, and do a hands on job of wreaking havoc on her precious souls. And he would start with Kelly, wife of this seargent, who now lay dreaming beside her new lover, unaware of the tall, nude figure that suddenly mateiralized in the hazy darkness before morning. The clock read six a.m. on the nightstand near her love's head. Perfect enough, Lucifer thought, conjuring a 'word' in the air before he turned to smoke, then found the thread of Kelly's dreaming. Found her dream and her guilt about her husband, Acer Harrison, and there he leapt in, glee filling his evil heart while he started to change her guilt to hate.

So, there my little strawberries, hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it for you, and feel free to comment back to me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and do read the print version of this column in SGN next week. Buhbye!

Missing 'army sweetie' like a hole in my gut, longing for a certain officer to 'step up', and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-07-01T12:54:00.000-07:00

Well, children, it's been an up and down couple of weeks, what with Pride sneaking up on this one too soon this year, and my own 'Felliniesque/David Lynchesque' life keeping me on my toes (and sometimes with my head buried in my pillow). But I am glad to say I've made it through the hardest part of the summer (for me), and am looking forward to a very different Fourth of July, hanging with some friends from The Wet Spot, on their boat! Yes, I did say 'on their boat' my treasures, watching the fireworks up close and personal. Should be a blast and I'm hoping to shake some of these 'summertime blues' by then, or at least after then.

And of course, I've been missing my soldier sweetheart (who's in the war zone right now), like there's a huge planet sized hole in my soul, and even cried some tears the other night, I missed that one so! Then there's a certain officer of the law (D.N., dahling I hope you like flowers, because this one is tired of waiting out your shyness and is delivering a little bouquet your way, with an invite for tea, pretty damned soon!) who has got this one staying late in her bed to fantasize all sorts of wild scenes. My fave, of late, is I'm walking along, and that one, feeling a little less shy, rolls up to this one and asks her to 'get in, I'm taking you home'. Of course it's late at night, so that one is acting like my 'knight in shining armor', rescuing me from all kinds of baddies that might be out and about (hey, the Hill has been pretty dangerous of late, and even this little 'warrior princess' has looked over her shoulder more than twice on the way home from some late night thing or other). Ah, but that's only a fantasy, one this one hopes will be real someday soon.
Oh, and I must, must, must tell you about the trio of hot firemen that landed in front of The Digs the other day (okay, there were four, but the fourth one looked like every other boring Seattle dude, so we did not notice him) and this one could not stop staring.

Heck, I even ran out of the building in my loungewear to check out what the dealio was, since there wasn't any alarms in my building (except in this one's panties dahlings!) and found out there was a little fire down the street, but nothing else. Still, the excitement, especially when one of the mega hotties kept running his fingers through his hair, like he knew this one was watching, with baited breath out of her window, lusting, lusting, lusting.

Oh, we do love our men (and ladies) in uniform my little petals, oh yes we do!
And, before I tell you what delish products I've been trying of late, I must give a shout out to those dear friends who have helped this one survive her 'summer of no cash', like the bodacious and always wondrous Brei, who filled a bag of goodies so this one could make it through the week until my psychic gig at The Cuff, for their Full Moon Party. Also, my co-worker, Rick and very nice editor-in-chief, who have kept me in cash loans lately. Thanks and a big hug and kiss to all of you. Trust me, I won't forget when my ship comes in!

Also, big props to Norm Dicks who is trying to get our wrong headed legislators to inact a bill that would protect Southwestern wolves. Good going dude and keep at it. You have my support, for sure, since to me, all life is sacred, being part Cherokee and Blackfoot, but the wolves always have a special place in this one's heart of hearts. You go Norm!

Finally, thanks as always to Mr. Craig Ferguson for keeping my heart happy, even as it's suffering, missing my darling overseas and longing for a certain officer of the law. You rock, Craig, and keep the jokes a' comin'!
So, what have I tried besides my fave oils (from Madison Market and Ballard Organics at the Farmer's Markets on Sunday in Ballard and Friday at MLK and Union)? Well, I tried 'Vertigo' eau de toilette (pick this up at Nordstrom),. and am loving the 'Messing Cream' for the 'locks from Fekkai (get this at Sephora). And I hope all of you are wearing sunscreen out there and keeping those toes looking yummy and not oogly, so folks aren't having to shield their eyes from da feet.
And at last, now that cash flow is improving, here's a brief update on the serial story, 'Adryana', for Eric, Travis, D.N., J.J., Shane and all of my men and women in uniform, over there and over here----

Officer Eggars reacted instantly to movement next to him, and had to remind himself, for the hundredth time tonight, this was a friend. True, she wasn't Vera Blue, but she was close enough for him and her body moved with his as if she were carved by the hand of God for him long ago. 'Hmmm, you not sleeping baby...' her sleep husky voice came to him out of the darkness beside him, and he felt his balls tighten, felt blood rush to his dick, getting him hard all over again. 'Nope, not used to...to company, I guess...' he knew he probably sounded dorky, but that was the truth and he'd decided the moment she crossed the threshold of his apartment that he would be truthful with her. Something about the deep down sadness in her pecan shell colored eyes and the way her body seemed to hold the sorrows of a lifetime, made him want to never lie to her. 'C'mere', let me make you feel all better then...' and they were rolling together like two different colored waves in his bed, the sheets tossed aside, and only their white and caramel skins to warm them. God she was so wet, so deep and he just let her work him into the frenzy she had made him go into before, until he was on top of her, pounding hard, her long fingernails in his back, digging.
It seemed to last forever, and even though he knew inside himself that they were both with someone else in their minds, he still enjoyed every moan, every thrash of her long dreadlocks against his face, and her orgasm, right after his.

She had been Kelly, married to a seargent who'd just returned from Iraq and her life had been as perfect as anyone's could be, at first. Then, little by little, as the days turned to weeks and he'd been home almost a year now, something just seeped out of their lovemaking, left their home, and left her feeling both angry and helpless and alone all at once. Then the arguments started and he started being away from home--he said he was hanging out at the base with friends, or visiting some in the hospital who'd recently returned--and she needed something. That's how she became 'Candyce Kelly', a dancer at the Larkspur Lounge, making tips and taking shit from the lecherous manager, Dade, a survivor of hurricane Katrina, who'd gotten the job from his cousin, Bijou, a little, Black woman with an attitude and a temper that kept all but Dade at bay. And when Officer Eggars came in one night, looking like he'd lost his best friend, she made it her business to work it so she did her best lap dance for him. Even let him touch her from under the table, though she knew Dade would be pissed if he found out and Bijou would fire her on the spot, no matter that the dude was a fucking cop. And when she got off later that morning, the sky just starting to go that dim purple between late night and morning, he was waiting and she got in his car and accepted the cigarette he gave her as if this had been pre-arranged.

And while the two slept, legs and arms tangled around each other lazily, Acer Harrison, Sgt. Harrison dreamed of the night in the dessert he never wanted to think of again. Of how the other Sgt.'s body just fell after being stabbed, after raping the female soldier. Dreamed of arms and legs flying, of 'booms' all around him---the sound the bombs made--of screamng men and women and the smell of fear and death. Then, because she was bidden, but also because she liked this one form the first time she'd met him, Adryana slipped into his dreams, became the woman he'd met in the dessert, then became Kelly, his wife.

They were driving through the country, on one of the islands they loved, having taken the ferry from Seattle for a much needed day trip. He was laughing at some joke she'd told him, then they were in the heart of a forest they'd hiked together what seemed like centuries ago, and he was making love to her, trying to keep her from making too much noise, so whoever else might be hiking out there wouldn't surprise them, stop their joyous moments.

He smiled in his sleep, curled into a fetal position, forgot everything but the touch of Kelly/Adryana and how wonderful it felt to be inside her again.
From his mirror, Lucifer watched with anger and jealousy, but a little amusement as Adryana took little bits of the Sgt.'s lifeforce into herself, but didn't do what he, Lucifer had told her to do. Corrupt this one, fill him with bitterness and a deathwish, so he could be taken later, taken from The Celestial Three, who had dibs on him first. 'Damn the witch, she will pay for this...' he balled his fist and then let it fall to his side, knowing no matter what he did to her, Adryana would be untouched. After all, wasn't she already enduring the worst of all punishments, to live without a permanent body, to be at the beck and call of The Celestial Three and live without her beloved angel, Meriin, forever? He threw back his head and laughed a maniacal laugh, then turned away from the mirror. Maybe it was time he left this place and once again walked with the monkeys below. Yes, it was time to throw all caution to the stars and spit in the face of The All Mother/She Who Is/She Who Was Forever, and do a hands on job of wreaking havoc on her precious souls. And he would start with Kelly, wife of this seargent, who now lay dreaming beside her new lover, unaware of the tall, nude figure that suddenly mateiralized in the hazy darkness before morning. The clock read six a.m. on the nightstand near her love's head. Perfect enough, Lucifer thought, conjuring a 'word' in the air before he turned to smoke, then found the thread of Kelly's dreaming. Found her dream and her guilt about her husband, Acer Harrison, and there he leapt in, glee filling his evil heart while he started to change her guilt to hate.

So, there my little strawberries, hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed writing it for you, and feel free to comment back to me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and do read the print version of this column in SGN next week. Buhbye!

Nude dancing onstage with Sister Hyde, looking hot in red, and still missing a certain officer of the law in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-06-25T16:49:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, dahlings, Pride Saturday is nearly over (at least for this one, who is about to go into 'moon time', which curtails any plans I might have had for 'Miss P' doncha know!) and having smoked too many cigarettes (again, oh, it's soooo hard to quit the evil things), and not gotten nearly enough sleep in the last few days, this one has a bit of a Bette Davis in ' Now Voyager' type of cough. Have to stop smoking and staying up until birds sing my dears, really! Anyway, the dish I've been holding in my little brain all day since early this afternoon!

Chile, Sister Hyde put on one helluva a show, and my dear friend and fellow reprobate, 'Hyde' (who has gone through almost as many incarnations as yours truly here in the time this one has known that one!) got things raunchy and chaotic at Queerfest. Calling some of the more lively (what was up with everyone today/yesterday--depends when you're reading this---that everyone was so moribund and silent?) audience members to 'get up here on the stage', 'Hyde' raised eyebrows in the crowd ( a whole slew of Dykes and even a few Gay men looked askance and in shock, believe this one!) when that one had 'Bo Odyssye', known for his 'scarf dancing' take off his clothes to be a nude 'go go dancer' for the show. And then another very cheerful young man joined the fun and took off his clothes too! Well camera phones started popping pix and the organisers of Queerfest (or, I believe the stage managers---two none too happy Dykes) at first looked on in horror (not everyone loves cocks the way this one does dahling!), then started rushing everyone (including the nude dancers) off the stage. Heck, even this one, a professional writer, and a member of the SGN staff, co-sponsor of the event was given some 'evil looks' by said Dykes and hurried off the stage, so that this one nearly tripped on her boa. Welll...not really, but it was a cold slap in the face, though between me, you and this computer here, I'm not too unhappy they made the guys put on their clothes and get off the stage. Not to be insensitive, or politically incorrect, but honey, if you don't look like my 'army sweetie' (who even has gorgeous feet, I kid you not and has nine inches of the most beautiful 'meat' this one has ever seen!), or officer D.N. (yes, we looked at the card he gave us back in the chilly month of March and noticed it's not 'Officer Dan' but just 'D.N.', so we stand corrected!), or Matt Damon (who looks a lot like 'army sweetie'), or my Wet Spot 'cowboy', then honey, keep the clothes on! Really, my eyes and my mind, may never recover from what I saw. But Hyde's putting his 'axe' between this one's thighs, now that was just damned tasty (as were the hot chix who came up and grabbed this one's butt and danced with me, making my black boa molt a few more feathers). What a day! But honey, tell me, why, why, why, with all of those beefcake cops out there 'representing' (hey a few looked as ready to jump these bones as this one was to jump on some of that hot meat, hmm hmmm!) where was officer D.N.? We looked and looked, hoping to be seen in our red, sex kitten outfit, but no tall, blond SPD man to be seen by this one. And we were sooo disappointed, let me tell you, since we had plans for that one, had a 'sighting' occurred. Well, hey baby, there's still tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow, as 'Ms. Scahlett' would say!). Maybe that one will drive by The Digs (you know the one with the 'fake grass' that looks like a hospital since SHA's horrid construction project ruined what was a very nice place?) and I'll be in my window, he'll look up, see me in my Frederick's best---or better, catch my creepy neighbor, who this one had to call SPD on last week for looking up, into this one's window, ewwwwww----and a 'hookup' will happen. One can hope. Oh, and for those who think all officers of the law are 'bad guys' since the recent debacle over two bad cops hit the pages of the mainstream press, stop the hatin', 'cause this one's here to tell you, some of them are not only tasty looking in those little bike shorts, but some are genuinely good guys. Like the one who reported, when I called over the incident with above mentoned 'creepy neighbor' (who this one hopes gets thrown out of the building over this latest stalkeratzi incident, and again, ewwwwww!). Officer Zech, you rock, thank you very much! Oh, and for the hot fireman, the one who looked like his pants were a bit too big, but handled it well anyway, who came to our building on a recent call, oh baby, this one has a 'fire' for you to 'put out' if you know what I mean, hotcha! And for the Times writer who was hatin' on Neyo recently, shut the hell up dude! That man's got game and then some, much more than the avereage pencil dick Seattle man, and you know it, so chill on the reason 'girls melt over him'. They melt because Neyo is one foine Black piece of chocolate gorgeousness, who this one would put aside her propensity for blonds and redheads for any goddamn time. You heard? 'Kay!

And finally, what was this one wearing besides a very hot red body suit, Frederick's corset and tasty black fishnets on Pride Saturday? Why her Lola 'Glola Gold Dry Body Oil', MAC silver eye shadow and that delish ylang ylang oil I picked up at the Friday Farmer's Market (you can get that and some other essential oils at the booth selling oils and soaps at the Ballard Farmer's Market on Sundays too), and Decleor 'Harmonie' facial moisturizer (pick that up at Sephora, this one's fave store). So, that's it for now my little jalapeno olives, and do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and look for an update on the serial story, 'Adryana' any day now. Kiss, kiss, and stay safe out there my sweet one! Buhbye!

Creepy neighbors, the joys doing nude protests at Fremont Solstice Parade and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-06-25T16:47:00.000-07:00

From June 19th...

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, children, I did go nude---or mostly, my pink and black boas covered most of my 'naughty bits'--at the Fremont Solstice Parade (and got tons of postive response my lovelies!). My heart was hammering from nervousness, but I did it and now can say, always, that I did a nude protest for my beloved and all of the other soldiers trapped in this illegal, immoral war in Iraq. Also, had sooo much fun at The Wet Spot with my new bottom and a 'cowboy' who wore the most delicious black Stetson (hey, this one's a sucker for a cowboy or cowgirl!) and gave me a ride so good, I nearly lost my voice from all of screaming orgasms I had. Such good times, such good times!

Also, on the 'Mercury retrograde' side, this one sighted a certain SPD officer, looking all studly and delish, driving by me an my friend Subzero, when we were on our way to the U-District on Saturday (had to satisfy a kimchee craving before we went to The Wet Spot for other cravings to be satisfied). I belive said officer thought my friend was 'army sweetie' (we were dressed in camo for 'Fantasy Uniform Night' at The Spot), and the look that one gave this one....well, I guess that one is definitely interested, but still too shy to 'step up'---but hon' you had it all wrong. That was NOT 'army sweetie', just a friend dahling, and this one still sooo wants you across the table, over tea (or whatever you drink, baby!) and see what's on your mind, under that gorgeous face. Sooo....next time you're riding by, stop, let's chat, 'kay? 'Kay! Like, I have this fantasy, that you and I play out, (a 'take down' fantasy my hot cop!), involving you taking me, like a criminal in handcuffs, off a bus, then driving somewhere, and well, you know, having some fun.

Ohhh...get's me all hot and bothered thinking about it! So, Officer Dan, of the hot bod and cool blond hair, and great blue eyes, step up!

There, now that I'm sticking to the chair here (not really, but sort of to my pants), let me tell you about some great products this one tried recently. By all means, you must, if you haven't yet, get by the new Swoon (actually they've been there for a few months now) spa/salon and pick up some 'Cleansing Milk/with Rice Oil and Carnation', from Maria Badescu. This stuff gets off any makeup in a jif and makes skin feel yummy, promise. And for everyone looking to sparkle on Pride day (which is around the corner as I sit and write this), do hike on down to Sephora and pick up some 'Pina Colada' or 'Mai Tai' glimmer powder and be wonderful marching down Broadway (Urban Decay makes this delish stuff, I beliieve, and Lola has 'Glola Dry Body Oil' that is scrumptious in gold---I'm wearing some now, hoping I'll see my officer later, and get him to cruise me like he cruises these streets, hotcha!). So, there you are my little kimchee pieces, and and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think of this column. And look for an update of the serial story, 'Adryana' soon. Buhbye!

Lusting for a warm body to keep me company, enduring the continual 'horrid construction' project in my building and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-06-20T16:25:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

So, as I sit here in my fave wi-fi cafe (if they didn't win 'people's pick' they should have), I'm a little gray, (like the weather), having seen 'Folklife hookup' that very hot Irish redhead who makes my knees weak every time I see him, and not gotten a definite 'I'm coming home with you' answer from that one. Oh, to be chronologically one age, and lust in another, and want young things I cannot have (at this time), woe is me! Ah well, maybe a certain very buff SPD officer (who this one has seen more than a couple of times in the last week, yippeee!) will finally 'step up' and be asked out by this one (we understand that one is very shy, so I guess I'll have to do the honors, like I did with 'army sweetie', hmmm?). Meanwhile, the horrid construction project being done by SHA in my building is nearly complete (as least that hospital looking entryway is done, so this one and her neighbors don't have to trek through the creepy basement anymore), and those homophobic asshole construction workers are gone (for the moment anyway), so there's some peace in The Digs these days. Tears over 'army sweetie' and lack of cash, but peace at least.
And kudos to CBS for putting my fave show 'Jericho' back on its Fall lineup. Hey, we could not do without our 'Brad Beyer' eye infusion, now could we (especially since he reminds this one so much of 'army sweetie' and I am missing that one soooo much these days!). And I am looking forward to watching the very hot Jimmy Smits in 'Cane' and that new vampire show, 'New Amsterdam' and so glad to see someone got 'Standoff' back on the air. Hot people, and hotter plots, all this girl could ask for and the great Gina Torres to boot!

So, what has this one tried of late that makes her smile through the tears and look delish (even though it seems no one is looking, boo hoo!)? Well, I'm still loving Ojan's 'Hair Recovery' and Murad's 'Essential C', which this one picked up samples of at Sephora recently, along with a delish coppery lip pencil that makes moi look all gothy but sexy too, and sophisticated. Won't someone kiss me please (officer Dan, how about it, eh?)!
And still happy about that wonderful orange/lemon soap this one got from a vendor at the Friday Farmer's Market (locate at MLK and Union, from 3 to 7 p.m., every Friday). Check those folks out and enjoy all that's there.

And I've been promising all three of you an update on the serial story, 'Adryana', so here it is, enjoy my little Madeleine's!

'Adryana' (for Eric, Kell, Travis, J.J. Shane, officer Dan, and all of my men and women in uniform over there and over here)

Flick, flick. Reopen the wound, let it bleed some more. Flick.... Officer Ronald Eggars scanned the crowd of ruffian figures hanging out on the steps of the grimy arch that he remembered looking so much better when it'd first been built. Now it was just a hangout for street kids. Like Vera Blue and her hanger on, dealer boyfriend, Snow. He gripped the steering wheel hard and clenched his jaw tight, trying not to remember that lithe body beneath him, her softness, a little toward fat, but not too much so that he got too turned on to do her. Yeah, three times that first night, and two the second time, in his squad car at the park, in a place where only the wind and rain kept them company and no one around to say that he was probably breaking all kinds of protocol. Him still new and all. But Vera, lovely mocha colored Vera, with her hair like hemp rope and her lips on his... Movement and the sight of fire caught his attention and he stopped, pulled over to the group, who edged away from his car, glared at him. All but one. Snow, Vera's fella, the one she always went back to, that he could not convince her to leave.

' 'Sup officuh Eggars?' The lean redhead ambled over to the squad car, leaned on the window, looking in with the eyes of a born thief, or at least that's how Eggars saw it. He wasn't high, but his eyes were half-closed, like a cat watching him, waiting for a chance to pounce. Eggars felt his heart skip a beat, eased his hand to his gun out of habit, then back to the steering wheel. He hated himself for the words he was about to ask, asked them anyway.

'You seen Vera around..." Snow stepped back from the car, glanced back at the group, and a thinner, dreadlocked girl with a tear painted under her eye glided over to join him. The two embraced loosely the way kids do in the presence of a grown up, the enemy, Eggars thought. 'You seen Vera sweetness?" The girl looked at the officer in his car with glittering eyes and he knew she was on something, decided not to pursue anything, but made a note of her face. "Nah, she ain't been around lately, heard she might be leaving town, or some shit like that. But hey, if I you see her, tell her Snow's gotta new squeeze now, so fuck off," The girl half sauntered, more staggered away (definitely on something, Eggars thought again, almost touching the computer screen in his car to check on this one, deciding against it, for now), rejoined the group on the steps. He watched her lazily light and smoke a cigarette one of the others gave her, knew she was checking him out, knew she'd give Snow shit about Vera later. Good, Eggars thought, good. At least some rain would fall in that one's life, but nowhere near the hailstorm that'd been going on in his life since he hooked up with Vera Blue, picked her up from that alley where she'd been nearly beaten to death a couple of months ago. " There, now if that's all officuh...' 'I never did see what she saw in you, and never will, but give this to her for me, if you see her. And if I find out she didn't get it...." The boy took the envelope from his hand, being discreet, which made Eggars thank him, like him even, for a moment. " Sure thing, and don't worry, I"m not like that. As to what she sees in me, maybe my cock's bigger and I last longer," with that his rival (so odd to call it that, but there it was, the truth staring him in the face) turned delicately, and rejoined his group, effectively dismissing Eggars. It burned him, but today he'd leave them alone, for Vera, for Vera. And then he was screeching off, the sound of their laughter behind him, and he missed seeing a pale face among them, the face of a woman he'd not have wanted to meet, but one that could have told him much about Vera, if he'd seen her.

Adryana drifted just out of sight of the others, fixed her gaze on the young redheaded boy. Irish, she thought to herself and let the butt of the cigarette an old man on a bench near the group had given her before she took his life and sent him home to Lucifer. Debt paid for today, she decided it was time she had a little fun, and she'd chosen this lucky mortal for that. Because he had red hair like Meriin and she missed Meriin today like a crater in her soul (if she'd been anything more than the ghost of the witch she once was). The boy looked up, saw her looking at him, disengaged with some difficulty from the girl who'd been attached to him when he was talking to officer Eggars. He moved toward her like a wolf, and she felt her unearthly heart start to quicken its beat, stretched her hands out to meet him.
'Come, my little treasure, let's see if you can make a cursed gypsy witch/vampire/shapeshifter forget her troubles for a night, eh?" The boy laughed and kissed her wrist, his tongue warm and wet on her pulse, making parts of her that had been long dead wake and desire in ways she didn't think possible. Then speaking an old language Lucifer had taught her, she and the boy were gone, back to the backroom of the blind psychic's parlor she used on occasion when The Celestial Three allowed her out for a jaunt on her own. True, they made her pay in spades for it later, with some new, whimsical torture to her soul and body, but these moments were all she had, so she treasured them.

'That you E'lazj', the psychic called from the other room where she met clients. Adryana had let her believe she was some recalled ancient spirit, that the girl had conjured up with one of her half-working, mostly non-magical spells. With another word, Adryana made the curtains and a few of the potion bottles move, some wisping, some rattling, and the girl made her usual sound of glee, happy that she had company. Too bad, Adryana thought bitterly. In another universe, one where The Celestial Three didn't run everything, this girl, Monica was her name, but she used the alias 'Starbird', and Adryana would have probably been compatriots. But this was not that universe. She heard the sound of bells and knew the girl had a client. Good, she could materialise more for her 'catch of the night' and have fun until she had to return to her prison and await her next assignment.

'Like what you see," she strode over to the boy, who smiled broadly, obviously accepting the form she presented him with. This time, as a vampire, she appeared as someone just a bit older than him, a woman with pale skin, long, wiry dark hair and dark eyes. He came to her swiftly, and she let him undress her, her undressing him at the same time, all the while her mind picturing Meriin and the first time they'd made love in the barn near her cottage.

He was larger than Meriin had been, and far less kind, but Adryana took every thrust, then flipped him on his back. straddling him until they both came, her screaming, him silent, but holding her tightly around the hips. Then she bit him, a deep bite that she knew would take his life. But as his sweet blood flowed into her mouth, she didn't care, almost. She justified it, thinking of the conversation between this boy and the policeman, and thought of how much emotion she'd felt from the other mortal. Pain like her own over Meriin. She wiped her mouth on the boy's discarded teeshirt, hauled his body out like so much meat. No need for her blind benefactoress to have to deal with the cops or the smell of death in her sanctuary. And as she heaved the young man's now dead carcass into a dumpster in an alley, she let her tears flow, let herself sob in great heaves of regret. This was who she was now, this was who they had made her to punish her for daring to tempt one of their own. This was who she was as she disappeared, her last sob vanishing on the night air, as she returned to her place in that 'no universe' where They could keep watch on her. Returned to cry some more, missing Meriin, wondering again, when she could be free and if they could ever be together again.

So there, my little red hots! And here's hoping you liked that as much as I liked giving it to you. And do join me if you can, at the Fremont Solstice Parade, where I'm going to make a 'nude statement' against the war. Buhbye!

Lust, joy and dancing at Folklife, a moment of silence for the troops and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-05-28T16:25:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

As I sit here, (working, even though I said I wouldn't, to my 'hookup' yesterday), part of me is feeling I'm the only one in Seattle who realizes that this day, Memorial Day is more than about car and clothing sales, and barbecues (though, I'm wishing someone had invited me to 'bobbycue' or we had one in my building). I guess having a soldier who owns my heart, 'over there' in the war zone, makes me more reflective on the true nature of Memorial Day. And no, my love isn't (thank the Goddess!) 'on the other side', but knowing and loving that one, does make me think of the soldiers who aren't with us anymore, and I feel a moment of silence is due them. So, during my meditation, I did that and I hope you have done that today too, and not forgotten that while we dance and laugh here, there's a war going on somewhere else, where young, wonderful people are dying, for the worst reasons, for a man who is little more than a carpetbagging crook (I'm referring to George Bush, of course).
Well, onward into other thoughts (though 'army sweetie', my soldier love, never leaves my thoughts).

Ah, the joys of youth, particularly young men and women who are enjoying the joys of Spring (which all of us were doing last weekend at Folklife). And this one was enjoying the banquet of beauty and music that laid itself out before my eyes like something out of one of my 'hippie people' dreams. Particularly the delightful red-headed 'leprechaun' I met and took home with me Saturday evening. Oh, what pleasures this one gave me, (though the dog that came with that one scared my kitties Zzell and Garbo, so much so they're still jumping at every sound) and honey, if you really want to see me every Tuesday, I'm so there! We'll keep you posted on whether we're becoming a 'sugar mama' or not (that's part of this 'deal' my dahlings, and trust me that one is so worth it!).

And we are wearing our Alba spf 30 sunscreen and DDF 'Eye Nourishing Cream' to look our delightful best while we're out and about there lusting and picking up hot, young things. Also loving my patchouly oil that I picked up from Madison Market and the wonderful spf 30 Moisturizing Cream from Neutrogena. Have to look good and keep 'em guessing about the age of this one, eh? And these products are great for making this a reality.

Oh, and if you haven't seen that awful, awful commercial that Pontiac is doing, featuring that cheerleader-looking blonde and her 'thank the troops' campaign, check it out and send letters to protest the brash commercialism this represents. I mean, what are they 'thanking' the troops for, dying so Pontiac and the other big car companies can keep the dollars rolling in from more car purchases and more oil for said cars? Yes, I'm sure that's not in their little corporate brains. Sure, right. All I can say is shame on you Pontiac for being war profiteers (like I'm surprised at that!).

Anyway, keep the troops in your thoughts and pray we get the hell out Iraq posthaste, so there are no more needs to grieve lost soldiers, or slaughtered innocent Iraqi citizens either. Peace in our time should be all of our goal. So, that's it for now, since I'm going back to Folklife to dance some more and maybe find my young gigolo/leprechaun again. And do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and the written column which appears every two weeks in Seattle Gay News. Be wonderful, be about peace and lust or love and keep on keepin' on in every good way my little strawberry crepes. Buhbye!

Rain, lust, a clean, clean, clean body and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-05-23T14:20:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well the 'elimination diet' that friend put me on about seven years ago to deal with a then health problem (and that I did again for the last several weeks), is finally over and I'm back to eating normally. Or at least I'm reversing the diet and adding things like dairy, fruit and meat back to my palate, and believe me, I'm so glad. Although, yes, the health benefits and how slim I look are perks from doing this extreme cleansing. Also, my Norwescon hottie is back in the picture, so maybe cleansing the inner self is making a way for other good things to come to the outer self, eh? Whatever, all I know is that today, honey, things are popping and they're all good!

And some of that 'pep in the step' of this one is due to a little 'adventure' of the lusty kind with a hot, young thing yesterday, that myself picked up after the U-District Street Fair and brought back to The Digs. And yes, before you all start rolling your eyes and saying, oh my gawd, she did not do that, this one did check out the 'credentials' of said lust object before bringing him into my little love lair. No axe murder charges, no stds and we were safe when things got hot and heavy later my luvs, fo' shore. Ah, and five orgasms later this one is no longer singing the 'I hate Seattle blues' like she was last week in the print version of this column (though yes, I'm still looking forward to moving south to Tacoma, where cooler folks live). But nothing like good sex to improve one's view on life, eh? Sho' nuff!
And we are so looking forward to hooking up with 'Norwescon hottie' (you've seen those pics on the earlier version of this column, haven't you dearies?) this weekend, during Folklife, and hanging with our trusty galpal, Brei this coming weekend. Hmmm, the things I have planned for the aforementioned 'hottie' would make you blush, were I to divulge such things!

Anty way, I'm so enjoying the Patchouly body oil I got from Madison Market a few weeks ago (and was wearing yesterday when I hooked up with the luscious someone from 'The Show Me State' !) and loving the N.V. Perricone, M.D. 'Eye Area Therapy' (which you can get from Sephora) and 'Laser In A Bottle' from Dr. Brandt (also at Sephora), which make my skin look radiant (even after a night of screaming orgasms and bone rattling sex!). Also try DHC's SPF 30 'Sunout' facial moisturizer/sunblock, which you can order through www.DHCcare.com. So, that's it for now, and let's all think 'sun' for Pride and maybe we won't have to wear the 'high waders' like for yesterday's street fair in the U-District, because of rain. And I'm crossing my fingers and toes for sun for Folklife too, as we want to look as bodaciously bare as possible for 'Norwescon hottie' and have a little picnic on the lawn while listening to the music of so many delightful folk artists I'm sure myself will still be humming this time next week.

And do keep 'army sweetie' and the troops in your prayers, so this one and that one can restart our romance someday in the future. Buhbye! Oh and feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and particularly the serial story running here. And let's hope whatever glitch is keeping me from accessing my own blog is cleared up soon, and thank my dear, patient editor Robert for posting for me for now, so you, my little Sparklets don't miss a moment.

The horrid sounds of construction, and contruction workers rattles the neves and an update of 'Adryana' in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-05-19T15:39:00.000-07:00

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, as Ntozake Shange would say (and I'm probably misquoting her poem here), 'I used to live in the world/now I live in hell', or something like that. Anyway, I used to live in a building that had two lovely cherry trees, a little yard and wake up to the sounds of birds singing, or just quiet. Now I wake up to the moronic 'speak' of the most loutish, ill-bred construction workers one could ever imagine (and honey, I hope you never meet these pigs, even in your wildest nightmares!), and their loud, noisy machines. Yes, the horrid construction project from hell that my SHA landlords foisted upon me and the other residents of my building lumbers along at a crawl and brings ever more evil intrusion into this one's life.

You'd think these lowlifes would realize they're on Capitol Hill, not some backwater, redneck bar and act accordingly, but no. The spew coming from their pie holes is hideously racist, misogynistic and homophobic at best and just plain ugly at worst. Goddess, grant me a kind millionaire to help me move me and the kitties to Tacoma, to a nice, quiet apartment (or better, a small house where we can have that dog I want so badly) where nature is respected and the only sounds I wake up to are my other neighbors and natural sounds.

In the mean time, I'm still lusting, unhappily in Seattle, waiting for someone wonderful to 'step up' and keep me busy until 'army sweetie' returns from his tour in Iraq. But, dahling, I'm not holding my breath, as the pickin's here are pretty lean, ya know?

And yes, I'm wearing my Alba spf 30 sunblock to protect the gift of redhead skin from my grandmother and loving these sunny days. Also, if you're going to be out in the sun, do try DDF's 'Nourishing Eye Cream', with spf 15,and Neutrogena's moisturizer, with spf 30. And for lighter scents, try 'White Musk' eau de toilette and a nice body oil (I'm in love with the 'Satsuma' and 'Sandalwood') that you can pick up from The Body Shoppe in Pacific Place.

Mix with patchouly if you're daring enough and watch heads turn your way!
So, that's the ditty on that subject and now, an update on the serial story, 'Adryana', for Eric, Travis, Kell and all of my men and women in uniform, there and here'.....

Joseph 'Acer' Harrison, Sergeant Harrison to his soldiers had been back home with his girl, Kelly for six months, having sustained a dislocated shoulder and fractured femur after he and his group had been surprised by a particularly nasty attack, which included a car bomb.

He'd lost two of his best friends, friends he'd been with since 2001 when he joined and even now, laying next to Kelly, listening to her soft snoring, and wrapped around her lush body, he still could hear the screams and feel the earth shaking under him before he hit the ground and everything went black. He'd handled the whole mess about Barger and McGaffey as carefully as he could, without out and out lying, and the girl had been transferred, with the body of the other Sergeant sent home and an explanation of 'death in combat' accompanying him. He wouldn't talk about that night, not to Kelly, not to anyone, but he'd never forget either.

Kelly stirred in her sleep, her long fingers tracing down his chest to his crotch, gripping his dick gently and stroking. He soon forgot everything but the sensation of her warm hands and moving to the silent dance they'd established long ago, he moved on top of her, feeling her half wake up, and slid into her wetness, deeper, deeper, enjoying her now fully awake response of biting his shoulder and then kissing him deeply. Let sleeping dogs lie, back in Baghdad, he thought as he flipped over and she sat astride him, riding him, her hands on his shoulders for balance in the darkness of their bedroom, moving slowly to her orgasm.

In Mosul, a little girl named Fajool awaited the American couple who would take her home to America, and raise her with their own family. She couldn't know that when she'd been saved by the young Sergeant almost a year ago, that her life and all that was to be in it someday were orchestrated long before her birth by The She That Always Is and Always Will Be and her two other selves. And as she smiled up at the strange man and woman, who smiled back and hugged her, their new family member, she couldn't know the other intrigue that would someday reunite her and the young Sergeant again, in another land, many years from now.

Adryana was watching two aerialists above a crowd of onlookers in a makeshift tent that served as dining room for a dinner theater/showplace in the small town of Busker, Maine. This was supposed to be high culture, but she could hear the drunken ramblings of several of the audience and knew that some of the men were only watching because of the skimpiness of the young woman aerialist's costume, hoping there'd be more moments of her opening her legs, when they would focus on that little triangle, barely covered by her garment. She was on another 'mission' this time to bring another human back to The Path, and thus back to The Celestial Three, who'd actually been kind about her punishment, when they found out that she'd been consorting with her old Lord, Lucifer. They didn't know all of it, of her visit to Meriin, but they knew she'd been to Hell and they didn't like that. So, she was watched more closely, and allowed only one form, that of a small butterfly, until she fulfilled her mission.

She flitted close to the woman's hand that she was to inspire, and the woman looked down with amazement, probably thinking this was part of the show. 'Hey, where'd you come from, you little treasure?' Her words were a bit slurred, from drink or something else, Adryana didn't know and didn't care. All she wanted to do was start the process that would take this young woman from this place, put her in bed and help her to the dream that'd show her The Way again. So simple and yet so difficult, considering her form, still, as the woman finished her dessert and yawned, and Adryana realized the slurirng came from the pill she'd taken earlier, it seemed possible. 'Well, better head home, early work tomorrow. Bye now, hope you make it home too, ' and shakily the woman stood, just as the aerialists finished and the crowd was cheering, not noticing the thin woman making her way to the exit, or the butterfly that glowed eerily bright above her head as she left the room.

And later, as the woman slept, having just barely made it through a quick shower and fallen to bed, naked, Adryana watched her, entered her dream, brought her to the room where she'd meet The Celestial Three, and left. Left, head bowed, realizing her servitude and resenting how closely they were watching her, knowing that she dared not try and see Meriin again, at least not until they were satisfied she was back on board with her sentence.

And as they let her once again take the form of a woman, and sit in the room with the dark pool of reflecting that showed her her past, and bits from events on earth---including her time with Meriin, Adryana wept, gritting her teeth, knowing that in his void, Meriin ached for her, that he too, bided time, waited, hoped for some sort of reprieve.

So, there you are my little peach smoothies! Hope you enjoyed that and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think. Be nice to each other out there and don't forget your sunscreen if you're going out into the sun. Buhbye!

Frozen out of my own blog, unhappy in Seattle, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-05-08T15:22:00.000-07:00

Frozen out of my own blog, unhappy in Seattle, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, folks, hope you're reading this, because that'll mean at least my ever handy editor was able to post on my blog. For whatever reason, I'm frozen out. Who knows, maybe it's the nutty Canuck ex who keeps stalking me, or 'soap opera vixen', up to her old tricks again. Or maybe I pissed off someone higher than them. Who knows. Hey, if you're going to be a diva, you're going to make enemies, right? Right. Anyway, this one took in the new show at Teatro Zinzanni last night with my astrologer pal Leah (who was in town for a fair she did last weekend, and stuck around after to visit old friends, like moi), and loved, loved, loved it.

True, we did not get much love when it came to picking audience members (female ones), by the certain 'Ceasar', but hey, this is Seattle, and NO ONE notices The Girl here. (Thus, our hurry to move to the more laid back and welcoming atmosphere of Tacoma!) But I loved the aerialists and the food was good, considering I'm doing the 'elimination diet' again, and can only eat fruits and veggies for now (next week it's only veggies, then the week after green juices, and finally lemon juice, then we'll be clean as a new mirror after windex, and several pounds slimmer---getting toned for that groom I keep waiting for, doncha know!).

Treat yourself and go see this show and enjoy especially Ms. Lilliane Montivecchio, who is a tribute to older beauty and this one's heroine from now on. The lady is elegant, has a dynamite voice and is featured on a cd called 'Divas', (which this one will be reviewing in this space or the print version of this column in SGN, very soon!). In other news, La Diva has not been a happy camper, feeling like 'the invisible girl' in this town of cyborgs who seem to be more interested in their computers or some skinny Barbie wannabe that the bodacious curves of a real femme fatale. Missing 'army sweetie' is not helping matters, as that one treated this one like the goddess she is, and no one's come close since. Woe is me!

But with all of that going on, yes, this one did try some fabulous new products and I have to say, you must try Lancome's 'Absolu' (which is good for those days we have 'sunbreaks'), and also try 'Giselle' eau de parfum, by Carla Fracci, (all of which, including Lancome's Nutrix Royal and 'High Resolution Eye' you can pick up at Macy's). So, for now that's it, and lookl for another chapter of 'Adryana' when we get this blog thing straightened out (may a brick fly off a building and clunk certain nutjob exes on the head!), and let's hope someone special wanders in my direction, or at least there's cash for moving to Tacoma, happening and in my hot little hands, posthaste. And do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think of this blog and how you think it could be improved (nothing mean or silly folks, eh?), and be nice to each other out there. Buhbye!

Sleepless in SHA building, wanting a lover, now, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-26T15:40:00.000-07:00

Disappointment in love, and lusting, more construction nightmares, and more in the Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, my sweet tasty ones, The Josh is taken and woe is this one, because she finally thought something was going to change this 'curse' on her love life. Well, maybe being patient will be rewarded with the perfect lover, who the hell knows? In the mean time, we're still lusting like crazy, and hating, hating, hating the noise, commotion and inconvenience of the construction project going on in and around my SHA building. (Honey, if this one ever gets her hands on a windfall of lotto cash, you can be sure Disneyland will be pre-empted for moving the fuck out of Seattle and all of this construction shit!) And tell me, why is it that construction workers yak it up outside The Digs when this one is trying to meditate, (so she can stay sane enough to live in this blighted town?), or get some needed sleep? A pox on them all!
Antyway, less about that trash and more on what cosmetics you should try, and then on to an update of 'Adryana' the serial story I'm hopng you're loving as much as I'm loving writing it for you.
Do, do, do try DHC's 'Eye Makeup Remover' --hey this stuff even removes 'Wet'n Wild's' kohl black eye liner like magic!-- and Hanae Mori's 'Magical Moon' eau de toilette. I wore the latter to bed the other night and had some interesting 'shopping dreams', so who knows, maybe you too could have either interesting dreams or real experiences when you wear this. Get it at Sephora, and order DHC through their website at DHC.com (or just Google 'DHC Cosmetics').
And even though our relationship ended with me owing them money---sometimes cash doesn't come when you need it, ya heard---I still love my Yves Rocher 'Sparkling Lipgloss' from Christmases past. You can also go to their website (www.yvesrocher.com) and check out what's new there. So, all of that done, let's get to 'Adryana', which is dedicated to Eric, Travis, Kell, and All Of My Men and Women In Uniform, Here and There....

It had been one of those days and the young sargeant had had his hands full of all kinds of stuff, including the blood of more than one of his soldiers after that last battle. Now everyone in the makeshift camp was on edge, the air hot, heavy and ripe with portent for more death and more surprises to come. No one was ready or anxious for anything but a night of almost rest, back at the big hq where his unit and several others were stationed outside of Baghdad.
He thought of Kelly again, as he knelt with his weapon, scanning the distance with his field glasses for any movement on the horizon, and trying to have eyes on the side of his head and in the back of his head to be prepared for the next sniper or group of off the radar insurgents that might materialise (as the others had, the ones who killed Dean, the kid from New Orleans, and one of his best soldiers) out of nowhere and wreak havoc on his crew.
He could also hear the ambient sounds of his soldiers, laughter, some soft talk, the click of weapons as some checked and rechecked just to be sure....just to be sure.... But no one was ever sure, or ready for what eventually showed up, and sometimes what often made the difference as to whether that soldier went home in a wheelchair, standing straight, or in a bodybag. He'd seen too many body bags of late, but had worked hard to not think of that part. He had to be here for his soldiers, they needed him to be stronger than them, calmer than them.... Thoughts of this strange events in his tent yesterday morning (had it really been yesterday, or maybe it was a week later, heck here, time had no meaning at all, no fucking...) He came to full attention, aware that someone was running toward him. He kept his weapon poised, ready for anything, then relaxed a little when he saw that the person was Spc. McGill, one of the new female soldiers that had been added to his unit before they left the states. She was nearly out of breath and her eyes were wild with that look that said before she said it, something awful was about to happen and he should come. Fuck, and he'd thought the only thing he had to worry about were the locals and their private battle to kill each other, and them, the ones who'd been sent to stop them from doing just that.
' Sarge, sarge....' 'Calm down soldier...take a breath...now, what's the deal?' he tried to sound like a big brother, hoping he didn't sound too patronizing. How was he supposed to deal with these women, when all he'd ever known to do with females was either listen to them, because he was a son, or spar with them, because he was a big brother, or make love, and be in awe of them because.... Kelly flashed into his mind, her soft eyes and full, smiling mouth, and he stood up, put his hand on the woman's shoulder, only to have the smaller, shorter soldier flinch away from his touch. Damn this war anyway, he cursed to himself. 'It's Barter and...and...Garvy, she's....she's...' the woman was holding her stomach now, and the sargent insisted she sit down, which she did, but stood up again, adrenaline making her. No one ever relaxed here, couldn't. 'Take me there,' he said and they were both running at full speed to whatever emergency there was going on in the camp, behind one of the latrine areas.
As he got closer, he could hear cursing, could hear laughter, and the sounds of a struggle and saw that a little group of other male soldiers, some who were laughing, had gathered around the two, Barter and Garvy. 'Attention!' he yelled, instinctively putting his weapon between him and the other group, with the female soldier who'd brought him here, behind him. "What's going....' but before he could finish, he heard a yell, then a slap and another curse and he just pushed the group out of his way, coming to stand in front of the two other soldiers, Pfc. Barter and one of the other sargeants, Garvey, who stood over the female soldier, a leering smile on his face. Both of the soldiers were half-dressed and Garvey, who was now rubbing the place Barter had slapped her, was crying (though she was trying not to, and that fact made the young sargeant even angrier). 'What the fuck's going on here Sargeant?" he shouted to the other non-com, who made no small show of zipping up h is uniform pants and strutting around like a proud peacock, before he answered. "Nothin' sir, just a little...horseplay is all...' the other group laughed, but the female behind him didn't and she ran to the other woman, who was attempting to stand on shaky legs. 'He attacked me sir!' she shouted to the young sargeant, who now looked sqarely at his comrade, with clear, angry eyes and a set to his handsome face. The group had stopped laughing and everyone knew now that something bad would happen. 'Take this group back to their tents! Now McGill, I'll deal with them later. You, stay here and you, go with McGill....no, wait, stay...' Everyone else left, and the two sargeants just stood staring for a moment, the space of two heartbeats. Then, without warning, without even a blink of an eye, Garvey was suddenly between them, a flash of metal glinting in the half-darkness of gathering night, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh, then Garvey, clutching his crotch falling to the ground. And as if frozen by some unseen hand, the younger sargeant watched as Garvey fell upon the other soldier, stabbing him repeatedly, her breath coming in ragged gasps, then some tears following, until the other figure lay, in a pool of his own blood, motionless. It took less than six heartbeats...that's what he'd tell Kelly when he got back home, when he was able to speak about what happened that night in that place, under the half-moon in a foreign land. And no one else talked about it either, even after they'd all been witness to the burial of the other sargeant and McGill had helped Garvey clean up in the women's shower after. Out of their sight, a figure rose from where they'd buried Sgt. Barter, something that wasn't him, but was, but nothing they'd know if any of them had seen. 'Good work, my young one. Now bring him to me...' Adryana took the cold hand of the spirit and led him, unspeaking to Lucifer, then stood back, turned away as 'the rending' took place---that process where Lucifer took the newly dead soul of another mortal to himself. Adryana looked up and around, then realized they were 'between', in that slice of time where The Celestial Three could not sense them. It was something she learned from her 'familiar' Gziel', when she'd been a witch, alive, back on earth. So long ago.... 'Yes, he'll do nicely, and someday, someday, there'll be enough of them to maybe even the score with Them. But for now, you're free to do what you will while this 'slice' exists, but don't dally long, they're everywhere, remember this....' And with that he was gone, his dark laughter floating on the air like smoke. Adryana drifted to the place where Meriin hung, suspended in a void without light, air or sound, where he could neither fly or think. Just outside of what felt like a sphere of glass, she watched him, her heart glad for that instant, and she promised herself, someday, someday, they'd be together again.

There you are, and I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter as much as this one enjoyed preparing it for you. And do feel free to e-mail me your thoughts at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and check out the print version of Lipstick and Lust in this week's Seattle Gay News. Buhbye!

The film sucked, mostly, but meeting a hottie made it worthwhile and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-24T22:07:00.000-07:00

Okay, I didn't hate 'The Condemned', but I wouldn't recommend it, but the hottie I met was worth it and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Okay, Hollywood, consider this my 'open letter' to you. Enough with the films where you kill off strong female characters, especially women of color. What's your fuckin' problem anyway? Hey, I'm jus' sayin'. Like 'The Condemned' had me all excited, ready to cheer---pretty good plot, ripped off, somewhat from a scene in my own story, 'Prayerland: The D'i'a'leggj Chronicles', coming out this summer as a book from Windstorm---but then things went way wrong. Stupid plotlines that only served to glorify violence and then some silly, tacked on message about said violence, that didn't help at all. Basically, a loser film. Get a clue guys, try mining some real talent, like the folks who did 'Children of Men'. There, that's my 'message'. On to other things.
Like the supah hottie that I met while at the aforementioned film, who really got me all wet and stuff and made me have to smoke a cigarette after, just to calm the freak down. (Although the film's action got me that excited too, so....). I so want to just do wicked things to him, all night long, and see if under those clothes and that backwards baseball cap, beats the heart of someone up to La Diva's standards. We'll see children, because The She e-mailed Mr. Josh (that's his moniker), and invited him to The Wet Spot for some 'akshon'. And guess what, he's the same age as 'army sweetie', who this girl knows has Much Game (but unfortunately is in Iraq, trying to stay alive---do darlin' 'cause this one's still holdin' that torch for your return!) and is a Libra like a certain Army Ranger this one has never heard from. Mr. Travis, we are waiting! And just so you don't think this girl's gone completely 'boy crazy' here lately (what can I say, it's April and since early days, this one always has turned into a fuck bunny at this time of the year) I still have the super hots for a certain member of Soulforce, after only seeing her photo. Love that cute, fresh scrubbed look and how intense she looks. This one would love to make her scream and shout and see those cheeks even redder. And guess what again, this one got 'cruised' by a hot 'butch' in a pickup yesterday, crossing the street and believe me, she was a happy camper for the rest of the day. Must be the upped excercise routine, and the new diet that's making heads turn of both sexes of late, hmmm.... And while I'm on what's making heads turn, I am wearing Lola's 'Glola Gold Dry Body Oil' on the lids and Sephora's new metallic pencil, looking biteable (maybe that's why Josh's friends looked so envious when I gave him 'the digits' before exiting the aforementioned the-ater. Hmm hmmm! Also wearing Lancome's 'Tresor' so I'm smelling sweeter than a rose too. Try both and see what happens to you dahling! That's it for now, as hunger of another kind is taking over, so this one must get back to The Digs, after hitting Safeway for some grub. Keeping fingers crossed (and other parts of the body), that that cutie does take this one up on her offer for some fun in the sheets. Wonder if he tastes as good as he looks? Stay tuned and believe me, this one will let you know. And do tune in later this week for another chapter of the serial story, 'Adryana'. Do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know your deepest thoughts (and your naughtiest wishes!). Buhbye! Oh and check out the print version of this column in this week's SGN.

Pics O' Plenty

2007-04-24T17:12:00.000-07:00

Drama in the building, day and night, more 'progress' , no tree in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-23T17:24:00.001-07:00

Cop drama, neighbor drama and we 'get it on' at The Wet Spot, in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well folks, this has been quite the couple of days. From opening my outside door to check out what the heck the matter was, after hearing mass sirens outside, to have police, with guns drawn, meeting me at same door. They went in, I went out, joined friends on the sidewalk (who were there to get a reading from this also psychic diva), and we all watched the drama unfold, me snapping photos all the while. Turned out someone had called in a report of gunfire, that turned out to be a false alarm. Heck, even two news crews from local stations showed up, (to be greeted by yours truly in her 'Betty Boop' slippers--same ones I was wearing back in December when there was a fire in t he building), then left, when they found out it was 'just a false alarm'. Fye on them anyway, honey it's news when that many blue cars show up at The Digs on a Sunday afternoon!
That ended, the day went on, then later there was more drama, with one of my less stable neighbors (can we say 'two sandwiches short of lunch') brought more cops and ambulance drivers late last night. She'd been 'dropped off' (by who I never learned), and without her house keys, so this one, acting a 'back up manager' (since that one was nowhere to be found, as usual), let the whole kit and kaboodle in. Unfortunately the same neighbor then woke me up, sans panties and pants (not a pretty sight, trust me!) first to 'sleep on my floor', then to 'talk'--all of this at around five in the morning thank you very much! Well, it was good seeing all of that hot meat in uniform, (since this one was very horny!), but the rest of it....well...honey it's the last time we volunteer to let in another nutjob neighbor in the middle of the freakin' night, belive me! So, to put myself to sleep, as none of the 'men in uniform' seemed up to answering my obvious flirting, yours truly got out her trusty Pyramid Imports 'personal massager' and rode to happiness, then drifted off to sleep. Let's hope whatever weirdness is in the cosmic stew, makning folks act out, will calm the fuck down tonight, so this one can get some much needed rest. After all La Diva had to make an earlier than usual wake up to see the screening of 'Spiderman, III', and though I cannot reveal anything until the May 4th opening, I'll say this: it's hot, hot, hot and you better get your tix now or look like a fool when you have to wait in t hat long ass line sure to accompany 'Spidey's' opening weekend!
And yes, we did get to 'hook up' with a new person at The Wet Spot last weekend (being t hat the wonderful, bodalicious Kell never called, or e-mailed, darn it!), and did have some fun. And the new bottom was given quite the working over by this little sadist, so I'm sure both folks will be revisited by this one in the future, for sho'. In the mean time, we're still crusin' for a groom to walk on a beach with, and say 'I do' to (though we do have our little heart set on a certain Sargeant in Iraq). Hopefully, myself can convince the bubbly Miss Brei to take the trip to Tacoma and check out some more Army rangers this weekend (or find the one who is still fondly remembered by this one!) Oh yes, and SHA's horrid construction project continues, with them waking up me and the kitties to the most atrocious banging, crunching and awfulness this morning. Looked outside to see that, oh, my two loved cherry trees are gone, only bits of them left, sniff, sniff.... So much for SHA's attitude about 'Earth Day' and the environment, eh? The horror and disgusting ugliness of it all, and it only makes La Diva here determined to move the hell out of this 'development mad' city, and move to a more pastoral environment. In the mean time, I label SHA 'environmental criminals' for their wanton destruction of two perfectly healthy, innocent, and beautiful cherry trees. Hope someone writes them a searing letter or two, calling them to task. You there, what are you waiting for, get to composing!
And yes, I did try some wonderful products (which I'm wearing right now) and I'll share them with you. Do try Alba's 'Green Tea SPF 30+ Sunscreen' if you're going to be hanging in the sun (which has finally arrived, yea!), and also Murad's 'Oil Free Sunblock, SPF 30' for the face. Wear it with their 'Intensive Wrinkle Reducer' and look fabulous like moi. So, that's it for now my little treasure chocolates, and do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog (and checkout the written L&L column in this week's Arts and Entertainment section of SGN). Keep thinkin' those good thoughts and spread some love around out there. And if my baby in Iraq is reading this, know the torch is still burnin' darlin', just you get back here safe and let's do that thang, 'kay? And to the rest of you out there in the war zone, know that some of us do love and support you, and want you home now, so hang in there and be safe. I heart you all! Buhbye!

Drama in the building, day and night, more 'progress' , no tree in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-23T17:24:00.000-07:00

Just another boring Saturday, or rather one without Wet Spot and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-21T20:38:00.000-07:00

Oh, the whimsies of wanting those who don't want you, picky hearts and hoping for a miracle in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Ya know, I don't need a million, bazillion dollars--though that would be great, then I could just jet somewhere else and probably find a lover, instantly---just a lover that'll stick around long enough to figure out I'm more than an 'ice cream dinner'. That's what I think most people who fall into my golden web think about me, that I'm great for dessert, but there's someone better for the full meal. Au contraire my wayward lovers, this gal is the full package! Yes, it's Saturn Day and this one is playing 'Miss Lonely Hearts' again, wishing the fabulous Kell would call, or that Army Ranger would remember my number and call, then show up in this here town. Seattle can be soooooo boring when you're horny, missing your lover (who's in Iraq right now, damn!), and not sure The Wet Spot will quite 'hit the spot' tonight. Got money, got no lovin' (sounds like a country song, doesn't it?), and wantin' some 'sum'n sum'n' right now honey! Well, this one is certain to be in better spirits soon, as even now a new plotline for 'Adryana' (the serial story running in this blog) is shaping up and will be in this box soon. For now, gonna just go home and see what's shakin' with the bodacious Brei, maybe check out a flick and flirt outrageously with whoever comes our way. And love the way Mac eyeshadow is making me look super hot, as is my Wet'nWild mascara (hey it doesn't have to be expensive to be gorgeous dahling!). Mabye the 'Ruby Woo' lipstick I'm wearing (also by MAC) will get this one the attention she so craves before tomorrow's dawn. We'll see.... For now, checking out, and do e- mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think or just some thoughts. Hey, even your bad poetry is welcome here my little tulips. Buhbye!

looking for love and lust, and coming up empty, and other things in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-20T15:03:00.000-07:00

Where is that 'dream lover', missing 'army sweetie' even more and wondering why everyone's so preoccupied with copying the Virginia Tech shooter in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Ah the whimsies of 'con relationships'. I'm sitting here, feeling that familiar sort of grey, empty feeling, wondering if I'll ever see my 'con lover' again (there was at least one e-mail, and that was a positive one, but nothing since, darn), or I'll just have to 'settle' for what's available in this barren city. I sure as fuck hope not, because honey, let's face it, the pickin' here are lean on a good day, and if you've been spoiled by the lovers I've had recently, then...well...you see my dilemma? In the mean time, I'm occupying my time fantasizing about the wedding I hope to have someday, picking out dresses and shoes in the various catalogues that have been showing up in my mail of late. Hey, you order something by mail and you can count on more stuff showing up, at least catalogues. And some of these have been pretty tasty too, like the Napa Style catalogue I ordered my latest gourmet cooking supplies from, and the Victorian Trading Company catalogue I ordered my 'princess' dress from for Norwescon. Looking forward to the day I have the cash to order 'those shoes' from the Baker's catalogue. Then watch out world, hot mama's going on the prowl! And yes, as I fantasize about weddings in the future, the 'person most likely' (and most desired!), 'army sweetie' has been missed like crazy. Baby, all I can say, is you better bring your sweet behind back here when your tour is over and get with this girl, ya hear? Viva the grand Eric, this one aches for your delicious touch again! (And hey, whatever happened to the 'other Eric' from the Biohazard party at Norwescon?) Oh, the agony of lusting for those who aren't there! Including a certain kissable Army Ranger, who e-mailed, then fell off the face of the earth (or it seems so, since we have not heard from that one again either!).
But, so you don't think my nether regions do all of the thinking for this one, I have been thinking other things too, of late. Like why in hell are so many nutjobs packing heat and holding innocents hostage a la the Virginia Tech shooter? Guys, this is a bad thing, shooting innocent people, not something to fucking emulate, ya heard! Get therapy you losers, or at least go smoke a bowl with some friends and chill out. We have a real, live war going on, where thousands of Iraqis civilians--including children--are dying on a daily basis and hundred of American soldiers are being wounded and losing their lives too. Do we need more senseless violence folks? No, this one thinks we need a grand 'hug-in', say at Westlake, or some other huge place, with kissing and groping. Hey, we like lust, not killing my dahlings. Whadaya say, meet around 3ish, sometime in the next week and commence to hug, kiss and grope until we're all breathless? Consider it a call to stopping the madness and go for it! See you there, because let's face it, this one needs some strong arms around her---and yes, cops can come too, if they leave their attitudes and need for 'keeping order' outside the circle. Just bring your lips, your arms and your lusty hearts, and let's have a real, old-fashioned 'rite of spring' in the middle of the city? What say ye brave and lusty folks, ya willin'? Well get to it then! And this one doesn't want to hear anymore jive about gun totin' whackjobs, 'kay? 'Kay!
Ah yes, and a 'personal note' to the one named 'David' who, this psychic believes told a fib to her last week, maybe after seeing my thing about not wanting to date anyone who isn't a Libra, or water sign (Cancers get high marks from this one sweeties!). Sorry if moi singed your fur, no harm meant, just statin' and lettin' the universe know what La Diva wants for her future. But hey, baby, we're still friends and would play with you in a second, 'kay? And no, you are not considered an 'old goat', not by a freakin' long shot. Just know, this one is marriage minded, and she likes 'em young, so..... And movin' on from that, officer Dan, dahling cute one in your blue uniform, would it be a crime, really, if we hooked up, say tomorrow, or sometime soon? You have the most kissable mouth this one has seen since she fell for her soldier love, hmmm? Come on down, the water's warm and waiting.... Okay, if all y'all aren't too moist to read on, then let me just mention that I love Decleor's 'Body Milk' and wish I had a ton of it to smear on this golden skin of mine. Get some at Sephora, and while you're there, pick up some of Becca's delicious creme blushes, which go on light and don't look like you're wearing your grandmother's rouge. And I do love the Neutrogena lip gloss I got from the bodacious Brei, my gal Friday (and every other day too, hotcha!). Try it, and see if you don't get an invitation to be kissed! So, that's it for now my little petunias, and do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog. And hey, if you're a real hottie, feel free to send me a pic and maybe it'll be on this blog in the future, as the photos you'll be seeing here, soon are. Don't you love the two guys in Valu Village holding up skirts? They were shopping for tacky items for some drag thing and set off this one's lust meter big time! Enjoy the other photos, including the sign from my 'Brazil' building (which is improving, finally, thanks to some nice construction guys who were so flirting with yours truly the other day, my babies!), which says 'you're going to love it'. Well, guys, (meaning SHA), this one's not 'loving it' now hon'. She'd prefer not being awakened with the sound of machinery and guys yellin' beneath her window (and most of them aren't even cute!) and all of that danged dust too! For now, buhbye!

Missing the bus, thus missing a film, hoping lust is soon satisfied and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-18T14:22:00.000-07:00

The problems with Metro and their 'gran'pa' drivers, still lusting, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

First, just so people know I'm not some shallow, stoopid beotch, I did see the news of the tragedy in Virginia---and instantly reflected that I'm glad my nephew goes to school in Philadelphia and that my sister moved from Virginia to Houston last year---and again, I'm apalled at this kind of mindless violence. One just wonders, with a full scale war overseas, with people dying there constantly---my worries for my love continue, as he's over there too, right now--why do some people feel the need for mass carnage on this soil? What was Cho thinking anyway, and how do we, as a society, let people like this 'fall through the cracks' so they get to the breaking point, and act rashly as this man did?
And what can we all do to make sure more of this isn't in our futures? I'm not saying guns are bad---heck, there are moments when I wish I had one, like when the computer I'm working on now is being its 'diva self' and screwing up my flow with constant popups and being a 'slowby' (which this one hates!)---but when they're as available as t hey seem to be these days, this is a problem. Maybe we need to be checking people's backgrounds more before we let them have firearms. Honestly, I'm not sure what the answer is--a better mental healthcare system comes to mind---but I know these tragedies are happening more and more and we'd better damned well do something, and now. Meanwhile, my prayers go out to the survivors and their families.
And then, there are other things to worry about for this one, like Metro making
her late again! Really, can't the bus drivers realize that the reason they have jobs in the first place is the riders who are waiting at bus stops for them to drag their sorry asses into gear and get there? And hey, I'm not trying to be ageist, but really, when the bus driver is driving like an old gran'pa, not worried about
being on time--as the one who made me late today was---then maybe it's time to think of retiring said 'gran'pa' driver, or putting him on a slower route, where his population of riders isn't trying to be on time for work. Just sayin'....
Hope you all enjoyed the update to the serial story yesterday, and do look for more later this week. In the mean time, if you haven't tried Lola's 'Glola Gold Dry Oil Body Bling' then do, and you can dab a bit on your lids for an extra sexy look. I'm wearing 'Pink Bling' today and believe me, I'm lookin' hot! Maybe that'll get someone interested in yours truly, so she can get 'some', if you know what I mean. Also I highly recommend Essenscuals 'Bare Mineral Powder', which comes in two shades, translucent and tinted (I'm wearing the tinted and it doesn't look like I'm wearing anything!). Good stuff for those who hate heavy makeup looks. So, that's it for now my little kewpie dolls. And to a certain Craig Ferguson, honey not all of us bloggers are pinheaded nerds angrily typing away in some dark basement. This one is hot and sexy and hopes to be on your show promoting her book someday, so look out and get ready to be wowed Monseuir Ferguson. And I think you have a birthday coming up, so happy, happy ahead of time. Keep making me laugh baby.... And the rest of you, do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and particularly the serial story, 'Adryana' and go see 'Gem Of The Ocean' at the Seattle Repertory Theatre, if you haven't already. It rocks! Buhbye!

Finally, and update on 'Adryana', the serial story, lusting for a certain someone and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-17T19:08:00.000-07:00

Yea, 'Adryana' is back, lusting for that certain someone and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

You ever wake up in the morning, (or in my case, the afternoon--hey, I'm a real vampire folks, heheheh) all turned on, look over to see the 'someone' who should be there, only there's only your cat? Ahhh, the rites of Spring, and how they are affecting this one! From lusting after everything moving, boys, girls, construction workers, cops, and of course, always, the wonderful and delicious Kell. And of course, missing 'army sweetie', the marvelous Eric (who is in Iraq with his company---be safe my love) like there's a piece of me missing. What's a lusty girl to do, eh? Well, there is my new 'toy' from Pyramid Imports, but that's not the real thing. Maybe I should see if the bodacious 'John', (who I had such a good talk with a few months back) at my local Trader Joe's is interested in coming over for more conversation, and a few, h mmm other things. Keep you posted on how that goes. And if the tasty Kell does make it up here this weekend for some more 'getting sweaty' with this one. Oh, she hopes so, she hopes so!
In the mean time, I'm wearing Paris Hilton's scent, 'Just Me', and not hating it (didn't like either of Britney's scents, but then I'm not fourteen anymore). And do try DHC's 'Velvet Skin Coat' to make you look yummy if you're going out on the town for fun and shenanigans (like this one wishes she was doing, but hey, patience is a virtue, right?).
Oh, yes, and I'm so getting hot over the grrrlz on The Hill, who've been smiling prettily at this one when she wears her leather jacket out on the street. Isn't being Bi just so coool? Hmm hmm, it is.
And for those of you who have been 'tuning in' to this blog and loving (I hope), my new serial story, here's more, and please feel free to let me know how you like it. Now, 'Adryana', dedicated to Eric, Travis, Kell and all of my men and women in uniform, here and there....

There had been a girl, and her name was Fajool, and he found her crying, dirty and bleeding from a wound to her shoulder in Tikrit. There had been an explosion, and unfortunately for her, she'd been in the way of one of the suicide bomber's ecstatic, if insane 'service to Allah'. The medic helped the young Sergeant lift the girl onto a stretcher, while some of his squad covered his butt, making sure there weren't anymore surprises today. Hell, and it wasn't even a whole month he'd been in this hellhole yet, he thought as he scurried around, checking to see if there were other survivors, coming back to the girl eventually, and following her to the makeshift hospital where she'd get treatment. But something in those dark, foreign eyes and the words of the strange woman from last night kept him from leaving the girl's side. Who was this child, who looked like all of the other 'locals' around him, and why was it his job to save her--because he knew in his bones, like he knew that Kelly was back home being strong for his sake--that that was why he and his squad ended up here. He put the thoughts aside and lay his hand gently on the girl's forehead, watching her fall asleep, listening for anymore trouble outside.
Adryana watched from the shadows of Lucifer's 'home', as he took the naked girl from behind, wincing and yet feeling an odd excitement as he pounded into the space between her legs. He could see sweat on the girl's face, saw her eyes, glazed over and her lips parted in ecstasy, and Adryana knew what this was about and remembered her own 'ride' with The Prince of Demons when she'd been a witch in France. So long ago.... Knowing he would eventually see her---it was his 'home' and he knew everything that went on in it, every time someone entered--she moved out of the shadow into the firelight coming from the fireplace against one wall. 'Welcome my dearest one, do you care to join, or just watch this time,' he laughed and she cringed, ,knowing the request was only rhetorical, as Lucifer could make her do anything he wished her to do. 'No, master, unless you will it so...' she prayed he would not, not today. He laughed again, and came with the girl screaming and writhing like a wild animal, then he unsheathed himself, admiring the look of lust that came on Adryana's face as she saw his huge organ, covered with fresh sex juices. 'Ah, but you're thinking about it, aren't you. Though I'm not as innocent and sweet as your....other...angel...now am I?' Anger burned her cheeks, even as she realized she did not have cheeks in the corporeal sense anymore. A flash of Merriin's face, his long, red hair and pale skin, his blue, blue eyes, wavered in her mind and she felt a longing she could not fight, knowing that Lucifer joyed in this, her punishment. 'Too bad you only like the good ones, Adryana. We'd have made a splendid team....' he kissed the girl, worked some incantation in the air with his hands and suddenly there were only the two of them, the girl having been returned to earth. Probably to her campfire in some isolated spot where she had cast the circle to bring this event to pass. Adryana wondered if the girl had any idea what she had just given up, and what consequences might follow, if...if.... 'So, what brings you to my...home?' He sat down, waved his hands again, and both of them became flesh, in such a hurry that Adryana nearly fell down before she caught herself and settled on a cushion of some unknown fur across from her host.
'I...I want to see him....just for al ittle while...I won't...' Lucifer's piercing gray eyes looked deep into hers, and she knew he was thinking of when he had been an angel too, feeling envious that she loved one of his own, feeling anger that he no longer flew in that ethereal palace with the rest of The Light Ones. He leaned back, smiled an almost warm smile, bade her come nearer to him. His hands, which were not reptilian as the books had said they were, not long-nailed, just more powerful than any human's would ever be, trailed over her naked flesh, stopping at the triangle of hair between her legs, and pushing, just so gently into her wetness. She moaned, without wanting to, giving in, knowing whatever he wanted, if it got her even a second of time with Meriin, she would allow it. 'Why did you never love me, as you loved him? We're both angels, and you know I loved you, even though The Celestial Consortium has forbade us both from fulfilling our desires....' a look of pure hatred returned to those storm colored eyes and Adryana flinched, even as his other hand grabbed a handful of her black hair and pulled her face to his. " I...I...' He kissed her, and she tasted blood, fire and things she would never be able to give voice to. 'Still...this will do, for now...' She took his weight, took him into her body, let him hurt her as he fucked deep into her, knowing he hoped not to hurt her, but those who cast him down, and those who punished her for corrupting one of their own. When he was finished, he led her to a room, deepter within the darkness of his 'home' and waved his hand before a mirror. Suddenly she saw Meriin, his tall, muscular form, his wings wider than Lucifer's, his beautiful body, all held in suspension in the void where The High She kept him, as punishment for answering carnal needs over his celestial ones, with the witch Aryana. 'I'm so sorry, so sorry my love...' Adryana touched the mirror, swore she saw Meriin's face look up from his torment in a place where he couldn't fly, and couldn't think of anything but chaos. She saw him mouth the words: 'Adryana, my Adryana...' before Lucifer, acting like the 'fallen angel' actually was waved his hand in disgust and the image vanished. 'Please...one more second...please...' He raised his hand to strike her, instead turned from her in disgust and rage, impotent to punish her any more than she had already been punished by those who also punished him. He feel to his knees before her, and Adryana thought he was crying. She stared at him in wonder, letting her hand fall to touch his head, surpised at how soft his blond hair was, so like Meriin's and yet different. He wrapped his arms around her legs and buried his face against her, and then she could feel tears. They stayed like that until she was called again to earth, called to fulfill yet another 'mission' for The Celestial Consortium, left to wonder just how long does God feel anger at betrayal and how she could continue to survive on this plain without Meriin's embraces.....
So, there you are, and I hope you enjoyed it, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think. And do keep writing your reps urging them to block Bush's efforts to keep us in the Middle East and block him from sending anymore troops over there. Buhbye!

L&L weighs in on the Don Imus mess and how rap is getting blamed and other thing

2007-04-16T18:20:00.000-07:00

Rap is not the cause, racism is folks and non-sexual fun at The Wet Spot in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Okay, let me say it out loud. Rap music does have some lyrics that I'm not down with, and some brothas (and sistahs too) who are singing those lyrics need some edumacation. Still, to put down a whole genre of music--some which by groups like The Roots, Gabriel Teadros, and a few others I can't think of their names, but do like--because some white dude thought he could get away with ripping off the words 'nappy headed hos' is just wrong. I believe Don Imus thought he was being 'one of the bro's, ' by saying what he did, but dude, come one, you will never be in our house, get it? And let's face it, 'our house', that being the Black experience does have some issues, but they are internal issues caused by years of being exploited by white culture. True dat, Snoop Dogg and a few others have said things that, as a Black woman, made me want to bitch them upside the head, but believe me, seeing the mug of Don Imus, and knowing what's behind him--an 'old boy' system of power and privilege--made me want to gather some likeminded folks and march in the streets. The problem folks is not rap music, but a system that denigrates Black women, one that men like Imus, back in the day, started in the first fucking place! So, let's not condemn folks who are being supported by a dominant culture (read white) system, with cash bonuses, but condemn the system itself. And thank the Goddess that a dinosaur like Imus is now out of work, hopefully a message to other 'good old boys' like him, there is zero tolerance for that kind of bullshit.
Ya heard? 'Kay, let's move on to other matters, like why the hell can't Metro put more buses on the number 11 line (which runs through 'the hood' before it gets to tony Magnolia), and when Metro will get a clue that people don't ride the bus, because (a, either the bus is late or (b the driver is acting like an asshole, or (c no one wants to deal with the drama that goes with riding some buses these days. Just think the number 174 (called rightly 'the Jerry Springer' bus by a fellow passenger), the number 7 and of course, the downtown trip on the number 11 and you get my drift. Wake the freak up Metro and let's get something done, and give folks a reason to not drive. 'Cause hey, a sistuh is tired of nearly being run over by impatient, hungry assed white women and cell phone talkers who run red lights because they are too busy to see me in the crosswalk. Onward!
Baby, last Saturday The Wet Spot was back in jammin' mode and just about every available 'station' was filled with the delicious sounds of leather contacting skin and heavenly screams of pain/pleasure. And this one had fun letting her inner sadist out for some action, trying out a couple of new toys I'd picked up at Norwescon (unfortunately the flogger I wanted had to wait, but believe me, the feathers and little fur pelt were still fun) with a new bottom (who might become this one's next slave if all works out well next time). Then there was the foot rub (no getting thrown out by a peckish host this time!) and massage by my new bottom and another person, who wants bottom for La Diva next time. Good times, good times and after Norwescon's 'dancin' in the sheets' with the sweet and sexy Kell, this one did not want or need 'sexing up' (but did go home and have a wee hour orgasm with her new play toy from Pyramid Imports that made for a good weekend!). Still looking forward to playing with the aforementioned Kell again (hopefully this week dahlings!), and disturbing the neighbors with multiple orgasms. Maybe that'll make 'Old Creepy One' my neighbor/stalker leave me the freak alone, so I won't have to beat his ass down or curse him out like the perv he is. Or in his case, maybe buying that mace I've been meaning to get, is a good idea. We'll see. And yes, this one was awakened from a beautiful dream (I think 'army sweetie' and I have been having little trysts on the 'dream plain' while that one is in Iraq being a soldier) by the ever present noise and drama of 'the archeological dig' in what used to be my front yard in my under construction building. Oh, had I only had a few heavy water balloons, and not been trying to be a 'good person', those who disturbed this sleeping lioness would have suffered! Grrrrr! And no, guys no amount of signage saying how 'you're gonna love the final result' is gonna make me love this horror you call 'progress' that SHA is paying you to foist upon my sleep starved self. But, on a positive note, there was finally one cute construction worker, who smiled at moi last week (and who we haven't seen again, but have had lusty thoughts about every since) in this motley group of very uninteresting specimens. Something good out of something terrible can sometimes come.
And finally, loving the 'Vitamin C Ester Amine Complex Face Lift', by N. V. Perricone and Marc Jacobs perfume essence I'm wearing today. Pick up the 'Face Lift Complex' at Sephora and the Marc Jacobs perfume essence at Nordstrom. So that's it for today, as this one jets off to do her workout, since she believes she's gained back a pound of the weight lost last year. And though I'm not wanting to be thin and hungry like a lot of women in this town (you know who you are!), I do want to get into the clothes I've been loving, in a smaller size, of late. Do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and let me know what you think of this blog and of the serial story (the update is coming, promise!), 'Adryana'. Buh bye for now!

Thanks To the Divine Dr. Que, I'm Not A walking allergy attack and more

2007-04-14T18:31:00.000-07:00

Cured of my allergies, let the night of fun at The Wet Spot begin, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Yea! Thanks to the Divine Dr. Que, I'm feeling better, and not feeling like a giant, walking, dribbling nose. So, I can get on with matters in the lust category---like hoping a certain Aries bottom (that I met a few weeks ago), is at The Wet Spot tonight. And wishing a certain redhead (that one in the photo, who so deliciously pink--all over, mind you!--and tall!) was going to be there too. Ah, next week my darling giant, next week! And I am so enjoying the gourmet food items I ordered from 'Napastyle' catalogue, making dishes I'd love to share with that gorgeous one, (or even better, were he here, with 'Army sweetie'). I'm sure my cooking would be better than the MREs that one is probably wolfing down in the war zone right now. And hey, my apartment doesn't have bullets flying either, just love, love and more love. Hurry home, baby, and I'll make you dinner fit for a king, then 'sex you up' in a fashion Cleopatra would have envied. In the mean time, nothing like good food to take my mind off missing said beloved one, and worrying about that one's well-being in Iraq. Be well you, and all of Charlie Company. Viva!
In the mean time, I'm trying to balance 'requests' for La Diva's favors, hoping no one's feelings get hurt when I have to say, 'Libras, and Cancers up', 'Taureans, and Scorpios, strictly friends'. Even though, yes, this one would certainly give that Mr. Craig Ferguson at least a roll in the hay he wouldn't forget, hmmm, hmmm, hmmmm! Just that this one, being an Aquarian, with a water trine in her chart, finds that Taureans want to much of this one's time, and though I love them dearly (having a Taurus rising), if a fire sign, or water sign's nearby, welll... But hey, that does not mean a girl can't change her mind in a pinch, just don't expect permanence. Because my heart belongs to a certain soldier, and other parts of me belong to that cute redhead, for now. And keep in mind, my dahlings, this one is 'marriage minded' (hey, I was even picking out a dress in my MetroStyle catalogue last night and thinking of where I'd like the divine event to take place), so be warned. She's not just 'kicks and giggles' (as my friend, Lori would put it) anymore, well, she is, but more with something deeper in mind. And I do have my little heart set on the aforementioned soldier love (though that redhead did move our heart, as well as lower parts of The Kid here). Should make for an interesting night at The Wet Spot, for sure (and thanks be to one of my fave clients for getting the reading that'll give me the doug re mi to make it there tonight!). In mean time, I'll keep enjoying the little sample of Prada perfume I picked up at Sephora a month or two back, and the metallic pencil I'm wearing to day, a nice blue/grey that Sephora's come out with, along with some other tasty colors. Do try them all, and I'm sure you'll get some 'akson' too! And I have to say, the new 'personal massager' this one ordered via the Pyramid Imports catalogue....oh....my...gawd! Can we say I saw stars and maybe even a little glimmer of The Goddess after that orgasm? Yeah, baby, we sure did. Find Pyramid Imports by Googling them (same with Napastyle). And yes, there will soon be another update of the serial story, 'Adryana' in the coming days, so keep checking back. Oh, and if you haven't tried it, do try Neutrogena's 'Foaming Cleanser'. I picked it up at Norwescon, courtesy of The Doubletree SeaTac, on my way out, but hey, you didn't hear that at all, so shhhhh.... Still, the stuff's amazing! So, that's it for now, and believe me, I'll be forthcoming with tales of my adventures at The Wet Spot next week. Can't wait, as this one has new toys she wants to try out on some willing bottom. And do feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and the serial story in particular. Be nice to each other, and hope you enjoy Tommy Womack's newest as much as I do, as well as the delicious sounds of Amy Winehouse and Alphamale Mystery Dog (or something like that!), and props to the KEXP djs for continuing to introduce me to folks like 'Cold War Kids' (my new fave group, along with SilverSun Pickups and Gabriel Teatros). Rock on guys, especially dj Larry Metro, the Street Sounds crew and dj Troy and Rachel.
Buhbye!

Norwescon Photo!

2007-04-13T18:08:00.000-07:00

The 'archeological dig' continues in my front yard, thinking more and more of becoming partnered in the future and mulling over some post-Norwescon st

2007-04-12T16:52:00.000-07:00

Mulling over post-Norwescon 'stuff', hating the construction project in my building and wanting to find a mate, in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, darling one, things that are bothering this one today, (besides working on a computer that seems to be infected with 'the virus from hell', grrrrrrrr!). Trying to come terms with the fact that the head of my 'harem' was hitting on The Fabulous Daughter, (and she was totally creeped), and my best friend, ruining Norwescon for both of them. And still trying figure a way to like this person, in spite of poor judgement calls. Ah, sex and ethics, a tricky place to be for this little kitty, to be sure. But not trickier than thinking about (read obsessing, a little) a certain hot redhead that we met last weekend, who banged our bones pretty damned good, and still holding a torch for 'army sweetie', (who is even now in the thick of battle). Okay, 'Penelope' this one is not (check out Ulysses if you need to know the story), right folks? And then there's the ongoing, forever construction project SHA has foisted upon the peace and quiet of my building, even infesting The Digs with noise, dust and remnants of asbestos (which they swear is safe, but hey, this one is not braindead, ya know). Maybe that's why your girl's been tired and cranky of late, hmmm? Also, after last weekend, being influenced by the stars, this one is so in a mood to find not only a 'plaything', but a 'mate'...for life. You know, the ring, the beige, off the shoulder dress and cake for two---well, for friends too.---the whole marriage thang. Guess I'm wanting a 'partner-in-crime' to share the adventure that is my life with. So, I'm all geared up, checking out 'potentials' and longing, and lusting like mad. In the mean time, I am so enjoying the 'Pink Bling' by Lola that I picked up at Sephora (in fact I'm letting it make my eyes 'to die for' right now!), and loving DDF's 'Nourishing Eye Cream' and DHC's 'Rich Moisture' (which is making yours truly look like 'the marrying kind' if I must say so myself!). Pick up DDF products at Sephora and order DHC online. For now, that's it my pretties, as this one has to run off to see The Divine Dr. Que, who'll undoubtedly solve my energy loss problem and set the body right. E-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and let me know what you think about this column, particularly the new serial story, 'Adryana', and send positive vibes for a safe return to 'army sweetie', who's bogged down in Iraq for now. Hey, that one comes back, we start all over again, I'll invite you all to wedding! Buhbye!

Some 'playa hatin' ' at the merchants of deva party, some very hot times after and more in this lipstick and lust

2007-04-08T20:01:00.000-07:00

Norwescon, Norwescon, oh my what a good time this lass had, even if she did get kicked out of a party, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Okay, I'll officially say it out loud. My 'old guy' period is over. Over, as in please all of you Old Goats can stop stalking me, be it at my residence, or at a con. Get the freak over me and move the freak on, as the chile is only interested in (1 her love overseas, or (2 members of her current 'harem', or (3 fresh, young meat. Get it, YOUNG meat. There, that being said, oh honeys, this one had so much fun at last weekend's Norwescon, she can still barely walk! From the Biohazard party (THE best party at the con, or I'm dyin'), where I met another 'Eric' (the one I adore is in the war zone, trying to keep his sweet little butt in one piece,and this one is praying for his safe return and the safety of all of Charlie Company), who spanked me, kissed me, and in all ways 'got the party started' for yours truly, to some 'akshon' later, the place was rockin'.
But, not all was joyful in the land of geeks, freaks, faerie, pirates and so on. Nope, this little kitty, being her usual slutty self (like that's a bad thing!), got moi and two playmates kicked out of the Merchants of Deva party, for being a little 'too naughty'. Hey, there was only some kissin', some fondlin' of breasts and a little 'rubbing the jill', if you know what I mean, and no clothes were even taken off! But, in the middle of getting a certain hot, young redhead and the swinging friend of a friend (and fellow WetSpotter) better, a very unhappy, parental looking gent showed up and told us we had to leave. Well! Who knew right wing mentality had taken over another of my fave parties. Hope that doesn't mean I'll have to avoid them next year!
Oh, but my darlin's 'we three, we band of lusty ones' just retired to said friend of friend's hotel room, with the 'new hottie' and had ourselves one heckuvan orgy! Good times, good times.
And baby, even though this one is still very worried about 'army sweetie' being in Iraq, when I woke up this morning, my smile would have brightened all of the Northwest and brought warmth to where it's snowing (and the Mariners are on hold for their out of town game) in Cleveland. Props to Kel, he of the red hair and substantial staying power, to my two swinging friends and to 'Eric' in Biohazard for making this girl smile after months of sobbing her little eyes out over 'army sweetie's' deployment to Iraq. And let's hope Kel and I get to mix it up in my personal digs in coming weeks. Stay tuned!
And yes, even as I was working toward orgasm number eight (actually I think I lost count after the first five!), I did try some new products with my 'princess' dress from Victorian Trading Company (which I looked splendid in, if I must say so myself!). First, sweet ones you simply must try Lola's Shimmering Dry Body Oil in 'Glola Gold'. Yum, yum, yum! And do try Murad's 'Essential Eye Cream' with SPF 15, so it's good for when the sun is out too. That, and Dr. Brandt's 'Laser In A Bottle' is undoubtedly why everyone kept saying 'no, you couldn't have a daughter that old', when I introduced The Fabulous Daughter, (who was taking in her first con). Good stuff, as is Miller Harris' Fleur Du Matin (which you'll be able to get at Nordstrom later this Spring, the aforementioned items pick up at Sephora) eau de cologne. Very fresh, light and still so sexy. Who knows, you too might get hit on by some hotties when you wear it, like this one did. So, that's it for now, as this little kitty needs sleep and rest for 'Miss P', after last night's 'bed shenanigans'. Do look for the latest chapter of the new serial story, 'Adryana' later this week, and a few photos from Norwescon. Until then, keep on e-mailing and writing your reps to try and get them block George Bush's attempts at keeping us in Iraq another day, which means even more deaths for their side and ours. And feel free to e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and check out its twin in Seattle Gay News this week, Friday and after that, every two weeks. Buh bye! Oh, and hey, 'Eric' from Biohazard, you've got the digits (unless you lost them, since you were bangin' down the booze pretty hard honey pie!), feel free to give a girl a call, and if you're reading this, 'Tika' congrats! And do check out Amy Winehouse, Kings of Leon, and the folks who sing 'That Summer I Became The Invisible Boy' as those are this girl's faves. Big props to the djs at KEXP for introducing me to them, and can a girl hear more 'Ease' and Kate Bush, singing 'Running Up That Hill' tonight guys? Hmmmmm?

Love & War

2007-04-06T20:21:00.000-07:00

When soap opera vixens work together, waking up with lust in mind, and a fun day downtown in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-06T18:34:00.000-07:00

I think 'soap opera vixen' has a cohort, dreams make me lusty in the morning, and oh how lovely to be downtown in April in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Okay, one has to wonder when The Kid's copy 'disappears' two weeks in a row, is there a little 'soap opera vixen' co-partnership going on? And to a certain ex-friend, who may have gotten caught up in this little escapade, all I can say is: honey, karma's a bitch, and I don't mean the person I know by that name. Careful how you put your aims first and bulldoze others to get what you want. 'Nuff said there. And this is why said person is an 'ex- friend'. Anty way, big props again to Robert for posting my photos and there'll be more soon, promise, so keep checking back. While downtown today, checked out some new products at both Sephora and Nordstrom (by the way, to the saleswoman with the 'baby bump', we forgive you for being a little antsy, giving us all of those samples---this one has been uncomfortable 'with child' in her past too), and will be sharing my results upon trying them, postehaste.
In the meanwhile, I must share with you that I've been having recurring dreams of the group I call 'the hippie people' ( a nurturing bunch of very cool people who look like some folks I see around Capitol Hill, but so much nicer to me, and who appear in my dreams when I feel unloved, or at least a little lonely), and the one I had this morning made me wake up (1 wanting to go horseback riding, and (2 feeling like I needed a good romp in the hay with a certain someone, maybe that cute Army Ranger. Honey, where are you anyway, a girl needs something young, hot and tasty at Norwescon this weekend, and you'd do so perfectly. And speaking of the greatest, most fun, hella party in this universe (okay, so The Times is making a beeg deal over Sakuracon---and don't get me wrong, it is fun---Norwescon has more ADULT fun to be had, and that's where this girl's at this weekend, ya heard?), I am so excited I'm almost wetting myself looking forward to tomorrow's hanky panky stuff. And with the moon once again in a fire sign (like the year some guy came up and touched my butt, because he 'had to see if it was real') this one's going to definitely be 'on the hunt', so look out young and tasty lads and lasses! So what have I tried while being lusty, and looking forward to fulfillment at Norwescon? Well, I love the 'Laser In A Bottle' I tried last night, from Dr. Brandt (which you can pick up at Sephora, along with their 'Babydoll' eau de cologne, which is just too yummy and comes in this little petits four pack to die for). It does firm and tighten the way it says it will and makes your skin look like a fresh peach. Hmmmm.... Also love Decleor's 'Systeme Corps Moisturizing Body Milk', which makes your skin all over feel like heaven. Guaranteed to get something started, I'm sure. Get that at Sephora too. Now, if you've been reading the last couple of blogs, you know there's a new serial story and today, a new chapter for your reading pleasure debuts here. Enjoy 'Adryana' (for Eric, Travis and all of my girls and boys in uniform)

The dream started like my other dreams, only this time, I wasn't with my buddies, nor was I at home back on the base. Then in that weird dream logic way, I remembered the snake, who became a girl, in my tent. And here we were, she and I, and the sunlight was streaming in like liquid honey on my face, and on hers, beside me sleeping. Then I jumped, because this was my girl, my girl. Only I'd left Kelly behind when I left for Iraq. Hadn't even had time to say goodbye. I looked down at her sugar cookie brown face, where a few stray 'dreads lay over her eyes and mouth while she slept and I could feel my heart skip a beat in my chest and my sex grow hard under the sheet. I moved closer to her and felt the warmth of her naked skin on my cock and started to move my hands on her butt, then her fat, heavy breasts. She yawned, laughed a little and pulled me on top of her, accepting the hungry, desperate kiss I planted on her full mouth. No standing on the ceremony of brushing teeth here buddy, no way, no how. This was Kelly, my black goddess, the thing that kept me tethered to earth when the worst of the ptsd threatened to rip my mind to shit. This was the woman who could turn me into the little boy who only lived to bring her flowers, to see that slightly innocent, but mostly wicked smile light up her gorgeous face. I pushed into her wet cunt, all the way to the balls and felt her moan with joy, her nails already on my butt, her breasts flattened by my weight on her chest. It was as if this dance, this moving together was something we invented, like we were gods and this was paradise. Yes, paradise and I felt her mind touch mine, knew she was thinking of Shiva, of Kuan Yin, Tara, all the rest, and heck, I just went there too, our motions growing more and more intense, until she was riding me, her eyes rolling back, a scream that was more a howl bursting from her mouth as she came and came and came again, clawing in to my shoulders, swallowing my hugeness into her, becoming whatever I ever thought God was meant to be. And she cried, and I cried, and she rolled off of me, laughing. 'So, did you...' she looked at me with wide, happy, shining brown eyes. Eyes the color of polished pecan shells with sunlight in them. 'No, I was too busy giving you pleasure...' she laughed again, slid down my body like a snake, her mouth on me, slurping me like a popsicle until I came, holding her hand as hard as I could. I pulled her to me then, both of us gasping like we'd just swam the whole way across the pool where she worked out. And at that moment, her mind as entwined as our bodies were, I said quietly, 'I love you, I love you....' She hugged me, closed her eyes and we slept again. Then there was another voice, and the room with Kelly's paintings, and all of the rescued 'treasures' from her lives before me was gone, and I was back in my tent with the lithe
woman I remembered being a snake. I reached for my gun again, but she was faster, a lot faster. 'Don't...you won't need that...I'm leaving now anyway...' I left the army issue pistol in the rucksack by my head and sat up, aware of the wound below my right rib. That's right, my mind prompted, I'd gotten a bit of shrapnel thrown at me when the IED went off, killing two of my buddies and wounding me and the one that lay on the other side of the tent, breathing deeply, raggedly. I knew I had to get him some help soon, or... 'Don't worry about that either...they're on the way...the medics...they always were....and yes, you're still dreaming....or rather....it's too hard to explain... but know, you did the right thing, coming here. There's a girl out there, you haven't met her, but you'll be the one who saves her, tomorrow I think. She's important to us....no, you don't know...can't know about...US... but just remember, never doubt Her Who Alway Is and Always Was....' She touched my face, and I could feel she wanted so much more, her hunger, something that scared and thrilled me at the same time. She kissed me then, and I tasted centuries, if there's a taste one can attach to time, tasted Gods, demons and someone that flickered in her mind for just an instant before she pulled away. 'Gerald, Sarge....' a voice pulled me back into the business at hand. 'Yeah, buddy, their on the way, just hang tight,...this woman says....' but when I looked back, went to try and get one more kiss, there was nothing but a fading image of a face so sad, so infinitely unhappy, it made my eyes water too. Wiping away tears---for her or me, I wasn't sure---I scrambled back to my friend, crouching over him as I heard footsteps approaching. I grabbed the M16 and put myself between whoever was gonna be first through that opening and my wounded friend. 'Hey, hey soldier, stand down, these guys are here to help...' and with that the medics and some other members of Bravo Company started scuttling around, checking outside to see who was still alive, getting my friend the help he needed, getting us both ready for the ride back to our main base and then home. Home, home, where Kelly was, and.... 'Hey, boys, sorry to postpone your trip stateside, but we just got word there's some heavy fire fighting going on in Sadr City, and we gotta get as many of us there as possible to help out. You, get him on the chopper, you, Seargent, can you travel? Good, let's get the hell out of here...' So, I would be there at least one more day, and maybe I would save a little girl, who knew. One thing I did know though, I wasn't telling anyone about what just happened in that tent. Hell, they'd probably put some shit about 'personality disorder' on my file and I'd get nothing when I returned home. But, when I closed my eyes in the Humvee on the way to the next fight, I could hear a voice saying 'thank you, thank you...' over and over and over again. A voice that sounded like water, wind and leaves and made me think of the poster of Sarasvati that Kelly had in her living room, back there.
So, that's it boys and girls, another chapter for you to salivate over. And do feel free to write me your thoughts on this story and other things about this blog at ijanaral@yahoo.com. And by all means keep e-mailing your representatives in Congress and the Senate to try and get them to have more of a spine in stopping George Bush from continuing this pointless war and sending any more troops to that hellish place. Buybye!

Do you love the pics or what? Good times in my apartment, and celebrating the launching of the new serial story in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-05T18:13:00.000-07:00

Rocking the bedroom with the head of my 'harem', fear over my stalkeratzi neighbor and Norwescon around the corner, in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Hey hey hey! Hope you're enjoying the new pics (posted by my editor, props to Robert!) of my kitties, Zzell, and Garbo, the art I did for my 'army sweetie's' apartment, before the deployment happened, and photos of my hallway, (and now you can see why I've called the building 'Brazil', from that film by Terry Gilliam). Do feel free to comment, and if you're an artist, I'd love to see your work for the new serial story 'Adryana' (which started yesterday and gets an update tomorrow) so do e-mail some samples to me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. So, I'm a happy camper after some hijinks with the lead member of my 'harem' (yes, dahlings, this one has a harem of hotties at her command) who came to help me past the 'cramps from hell' by sexing me up until the wee hours. Yee ha! Good times, my little daffodils. And there's nothing that'll put pep in your step than three or four orgasms (which that one is always good for).
On the low note, my nutzoid neighbor (who I call 'old crotch' when I'm alone with the kitties) is escalating to a level that's making me want to buy some mace. Anyone know where I can get some, for cheap, or want to just drop some by the office at SGN? The guy just won't accept 'no' for an answer, even as I'm fleeing into my apartment away from his old, lumberjack, broken down self. Ewww! Makes me really want to get to know a certain officer of the law that much better, to maybe, serve as 'bodyguard' to yours truly. Well, maybe and maybe not, as I'm really not into the 'rescue me' mentality these days. More the 'I'll kick your ass myself, then call the cops' mentality. So I guess 'stalker dude' should be warned---I don't know karate, but I do know bullwhip and broom handle. Enough on that boring subject, and on to better things. I again cooked with that wonderful 'Grapefruit Vinegar' from Trader Joe's and both the hottie and I loved the chicken I whipped up, which was spiced with said vinegar. Try some and you'll see, it adds just the right something. And today, feeling like a 'femme fatale' after last night's sexy bedroom gymnastics, I'm wearing my 'Ruby Woo' lipstick from MAC (get it at Nordstrom), and the 'Sensuality' oil I picked up a while back from Madison Market and feeling fabulous. Also loved my little sample of Chanel lipstick and 'Rouge Allure' that I got a while back from Nordstrom. So simple, yet so sexy. So, that's it for now, as this one has errands to do and planning to do for her weekend at Norwescon (and how I still wish a certain Army Ranger would give a ring, so that one could join me at the Biohazard party Saturday night). Look for more photos soon, of some soldiers who'd just returned from Iraq, because they were wounded and sent home. Saw these lucky guys at the Mariners game last Tuesday, and again, welcome home fellas, glad you're still in one piece. And look for the photo of moi and the Mariners Moose from the same game, as well as Norwescon photos next week. Have a great time in the sun, while it lasts and do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. And keep writing and e-mailing your reps to get them to block funding and more troop surges to Iraq and move the timetable for withdrawal up to right now. Buhbye!

Pics O' Plenty

2007-04-05T17:11:00.000-07:00

The construction/Mayan dig/archeological dig goes on, and finally, a new gothic/horror story on this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-04T17:33:00.000-07:00

Will the construction never end, we go to a baseball game and finally 'Adryana' begins in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

It's 'Woden's Day', (Wednesday to those of you who don't know that a lot of the days of the week seem to be named after Norse gods), and I'm finally out of the apartment and thus, away from the noise, dust and just pain horror of the 'Mayan dig/archeological dig' going on in the front of my building and the endless drill noise (what the fuck are they building there anyway?) in my 'Brazil' film hallway. Ah, the horror of 'progress' in motion. And the guys doing the messy, noisy stuff? Well let's just say that this one thinks Seattle's genetic pool, when it comes to the opposite sex could use some new, and much cuter blood. Some that has a lot more testosterone, mind you, and has actually made the effort to aclimate to life in the 21st century. But, hey, that's just me, ya know, being that I have a very high standard for males (and females too), having had only the best of late.
But, other than that, life's not so bad, (even though yes, I'm still terribly sad and worried about 'army sweetie', who is by now dodging bullets and trying to keep his lovely body safe in Iraq) in general. I did get to a Mariners game with a friend that is becoming my right hand bud, listening to my peeves about being a 'soldier's girl' in Seattle, and keeping me real about having a life outside of worrying about 'army sweetie'. And I did try some new stuff, including Decleor's 'Hydra Floral Moisturizer', and N.V. Perricone's 'Nutritive Cleanser' and 'Evening Emoillent'. All of those you can get at Sephora, this girl's fave store to buy cosmetics when she has the dough re me. And with all of that bother and fuss from the 'Mayan dig' and 'Brazil film' construction, this one is so looking forward to being at Norwescon this weekend, with like-minded folks from better genetic pools--why are all of the men, or just about all of the men in Seattle bald, skinny and pitiful looking, or fat, balding, with manners that'd make pigs look like 'Miss Manners'? In the mean time, here, my dear little sweet tarts is the story that's been keeping my mind humming. Enjoy and do let me know what you think about it, by e-mailing me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Now, 'Adryana'.

(For Eric and all of my boys and girls in uniform)

There had been a battle, and the smell of fresh blood, fear and things too confusing to give a name to all hit me at the same time. I tried to focus, to realize why I was here, and to not let the little trills of fear that usually accompanied my becoming corporeal, weaken my resolve. I knew The Three and She Who Is Always/Althings and Final were watching and listing and I could almost hear S'iiirr's evil little laugh, hear the crystal dice she rolled to see how she could inconvenience me, or punish me more moving against her silvery skin. And I knew she and N'aageiree were playing The Game--She Who Is only interfered when it seemed like the two of her younger sisters were sinking into human like pettiness, which was not tolerated on the Ethereal Ever Plain.
What would they come up with this time? Would I be vampire, or would they morph me into something that skittered under the foot of beings lesser than me, in constant fear of being yanked back into The Forever, only to be sent out, as painfully as they could get away with under The She's eyes, born again. For The Mission, that unspoken sentence that kept me interacting with the humans, either to bring them Home, or to point them back to The Path, or sometimes just to tease me, to make me remember what I had been, what I had had, and what I'd lost. When I came to notice of The Celestial Consortium, after I cast a spell on David, who I didn't know at the time was an arch angel, on a mission of his own. To try and get me to use my born 'talents' for good, and not cause messes that others had to clean up.
Ah, David. Still the taste of his skin, and feel of his strong arms around me made my mind burn with hatred and my eyes water, but I tamped it all down, and kept walking through the torn up ground where the battle had been, and tried not to listen to the cries of those souls just recently released, begging to be brought Home. They could see me, even as I was still basically formless, The Two having not decided what form I should take, what vengeance they could reek on my worthless self. Then I heard clearly N'iiirji's voice say 'shifter' and I could feel my bones break again, feel my body heading for the ground and the final word 'snake' turned me into what the young Sergeant saw when I entered his tent, and I knew, he was The Mission. He was the one turning from The Path that I had to convince for The She. I wanted to be human, have the form of even the vampire they sometimes allowed me to be, even if it meant killing this young man, at least I'd know once again the warmth and passion they'd taken from me when David and I were sentenced--he to The Void for three thousand centuries and me to the whims of The Two and The She, to do their bidding on earth. He looked at me coldly, his grey/hazel eyes never leaving me as he slowly moved his hand toward a duffel bag near his bunk. I knew he was going for a gun, but there was nothing I could do to stop him, to let him know I meant him no harm. And in a detached part of my mind, I wondered what I looked like, what color I was, was I a venomous..... In a flash, the gun was in his hand, and he was firing, and the smell of incense and sulphur filled the tent he slept in, and I also could hear the chittering of The Two, N'iiijiree and N'ageerie laughing as they made me a woman. Naked as dawn, coming to my knees in front of this man, our eyes locked in disbelief and mistrust.
'Who...who the hell....' I stood up, no time for modesty or even time to be angry that The Two had once again embarassed me, getting the upper hand, but still under the radar of The She.
'I am Ad....' I rethought what I was about to say, and started again. "Geljhendi, at your service my young friend. Wraith of the sand, or what you would call, a vampire." I guessed that that's what they'd chosen, since I was a woman again. 'A vampire,' the young man laughed, and my sex tingled. He was very handsome, shirtless and even though there had definitely not been many showers or the tools for making himself presentable in this hellish place, I could see that beneath all of that, his soul was pure. 'Yes, and you called me....or you called someone....something...you wanted help, so here I am...' He laughed again, a boyish, yet confident laugh that made me suddenly wish I had clothes on. He read my mind, and threw me a shirt and a pair of underwear, which I caught one handed and struggled into as if Lucifer himself were about to come through that little pup tent. 'At least this time I am. Long story, look what is it you wanted anyway?" I asked and sat down beside him. His eyes grew distant, and he put away the gun, looking out at where a number of bodies lay on the ground outside, some in uniform, some in desert garments, all dead, or dying. 'I wanted to...I wanted to see my girl again, to let her know I'm coming home soon, that I'm okay. I never let her know I loved her before I left and....' I held my hand up impatiently. 'Where are your comrades, your buddies...' I asked, realizing language felt strange in a mouth that often wasn't human or even living. 'Some of them are out there, some of them went for help, and I stayed behind with Smith, there...' It was then that I realized there was another body in the tent, a man who, though sleeping, had the smell on him that told me he was wounded badly. The smell of blood, and being a vampire, I had to fight the urge to just make both of them dinner and be done with it. But The She wouldn't be pleased with that, and I couldn't even imagine what punishment she'd heap on me and what indignity The Two would come up with to augment that, so I held. 'And that's why you were about to give up hope...' I pushed him, knowing it had to be his idea to be brought back to his Path, not mine. 'Not that, no, I just, I just started feeling pretty hopeless, you know, like I had no purpose, like no one cared and my soldiers would never come back, ....oh heck, why am I telling you all of this...' I lay beside him, touched his face, felt the stubble on his chin, so longed to give in to animal desires long pent up being one thing after another, anything but human, in service of The Consortium/The She. But, I held, still, I held.
'Because I'm here and you have a long night ahead of you....' So, he lay back, closed his eyes and I hummed the song I knew, the one that brought peace, and the one that started them on to The Vision That Would Open Their Eyes to Her. He started to touch me in places that hadn't been touched for centuries and slowly everything desolved into heat, light and the infinite rhythm of Her World.

So, that's it for now. Tune in later this week, when I'll continue the journey of 'Adryana', and agian, I'd love to know what you think and I'm shopping for an artist to illustrate this little gem, so e-mail me samples of your work at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye!

Some new photos, missing 'army sweetie', and looking forward to Norwescon in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-04-03T18:03:00.000-07:00

Enjoy some new photos, missing my love, and excited about being a 'princess' at this week's Norwescon

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, hope you enjoy 'Eric's Art', (the work I did for my love's apartment, but that never got there, because he's on his way to Iraq), the 'hottie' from my fave Wi-Fi cafe', and more 'doomed tree' photos. Big props to my editor Robert Raketty for posting these photos. Also, this one is shopping for an artist for my new serial story (most likely to appear here before the end of this week), 'Adryana', a gothic/horror story about a witch who becomes a shapeshifter when she is cursed by a celestial consortium for corrupting an arch angel. Should be pretty tasty, so keep tuning in here. Oh, oh, and I believe I saw my fave SPD officer today, doing his job with some other officers. Was that a wave for me, or the lady taking photos of the call? Still wishing that one would give yours truly more than a 'drive by' so I could stare endlessly into (as his partner put it), 'those baby blues'. And what else has this one been doing, besides lusting, missing my soldier darling and having weird dreams due to the endless construction nightmare taking shape in my building? Well, I have been loving the Sephora lip gloss (part of a limited series), I picked up the last time I was down at the Westlake store. And I've been excitedly looking forward to wearing the new 'princess dress' I bought from the victorian catalogue I ordered from back in January, for this week's Norwescon. Also looking forward to hanging out with not only my pals, but my 'chip off old block', the Only Daughter, who's joining me for the first time this week. Should be fun being mom and sci-fi fan/princesss all at the same time! And I have to tell you how great my hair looks today after using Ojan's 'Hair Recovery Shampoo', and DHC's 'Afterbath Hair Treatment' last night. The Ojan products you can get at Sephora, and DHC, you can get by ordering through DHC.com. For now, this little kitty is trying to work herself up to going to see a baseball game tonight (inspite of being 'off the sports list' and only wanting to go home and pig out on ice cream and watch the telly) with a friend who's being a pal, keeping this one happy while her darling is in the war zone. Do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know what you think about this blog and check out the paper version of this column every other week in Seattle Gay News. Buhbye!

Our own 'April Fools' issue of Lipstick and Lust includes our 'fool's list', and more lusting than ever

2007-04-01T18:56:00.000-07:00

Who's On our fool's list', lusting, lusting, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

It's April's Fool's day and in keeping with the day, we'll offer a few 'april fools' of our own. Bush and whole cabinet and some Republicans abducted by aliens in the middle of the night. April fools! Condoleeza Rice gets 'heart makeover', gives back money spent on shoes to people in Mississippi. April fools! Bush, after being visited by several ghosts of 'soldiers past', declares immediate peace in Iraq and brings all troops home. April fools. Sadly, that won't be happening, methinks, and that means my sweetie and a bunch of other young, sweet folks'll be heading 'over there' to the war zone asap. All I can say is let's not continue to be fools and start writing letter and e-mails to those Congressfolk and Senators who are trying to get Bush to pull out of Iraq, and let's urge them to do that now, not later. Then my sweetie can be doing what he does best, making me scream with pleasure and helping me disturb my neighbors until the wee hours. Viva la 'Charlie Company', and all the folks going with my darling, be safe and get back here soon, we love you. And to a certain Sergeant in that company, my lover, I support you and send only good thoughts for your safe return to you. Dream of the day we're eating dinner in my apartment again, laughing like teenagers. I certainly will be. Okay, before I start crying all over again, moving on. A big shout out to the 'Street Sounds' djs for playing hiphop that keeps me thinking positive thoughts while my darling's overseas, since hearing those songs makes me think of last year, riding inmy sweetie's car, before having great sex in my digs. Props to you and to KEXP djs Cheryl, Larry Metro and Troy, who get me through the days and nights missing my angel. Keep up the good work guys, and thanks from yours truly, a soldier's girl in Seattle, who often needs music to keep her from crying her eyes out at night.
And a big 'hi there' to a certain very cute redhead (I think it's red) who waited on my friends and I last night at I-HOP when we rolled in for snacks last night.
Baby, I so wanted to just take you, that bowl of chocolate fudge I ordered (the pms special) to my apartment and do nasty things all night long. How about another time sweet thing? And bring that cute waitress with you too, the one who greeted us at the door. Nice smile honey, and I bet there's more behind that smile that this one would like to know. So, as you can see, even as I'm sad my darling's going to Iraq, the lusting continues. Especially now that it's April, which usually turns this one into one big, bundle of hot, wet hunger. I want good stuff, I want good stuff, and I want it now! Oh, and I have been negligent in not recommending you check out 'Camelot' at 5th Avenue Theatre. The folks are great, and Guinevere's a total hottie! Go see it. And when you go wear some of Sarah Jessica Parker's 'Lovely' , which you can pick up at Sephora the day before. Also get some 'Nutritive Cleanser' by N.V. Perricone, M.D. to get the makeup off when you get home, also at Sephora. And do try DHC's 'After Bath Hair Treatment', which made my hair look great when I put it on after waching the growing locks (can't wait until I have a 'mane' again!) a few weeks ago. Order through www.dhc.org. Oh, and just in case you wondered who this one is thinking of supporting in the coming '08 election for prez? Well, being mostly a Socialist/Anarchist, I don't whole heartedly support the Dems, but if there was a Clinton/Obama ticket, this little kitty could get behind it. So, that's me on that. And just a little contest of sorts, who do you think is hotter, Jennifer Cabala, Rebecca Stevens, or that cute blonde sportscaster on Channel 5 (or 4, who remembers the station when such a vision is staring us in the face, hmmm?), or do you think Derek Wing or Dan Devone turn your crank? Lusty minds want to know, so e-mail me your thoughts at ijanaral@yahoo.com and I'll print the most interesting ones, soon. Feel free to offer other ideas on who you think is hot on the tube too. Personally, I'm still sold on Amanda Tapping and Ben Browder, the reasons this one watches 'Stargate,SG1' religiously. Hot, hot, hot! Rachel Lutrell and Jason Mamoa on 'Stargate, Atlantis' are tasty too, and we so wish the writers would give them some steamy scenes, real soon. Hey, when the real thing's not available, watching others on the telly is almost as good, hmmm? So, that's it for now, my little creme brulees. Going home to see what's on the telly and watch 'The Amazing Race', and hope 'the blondes' go home and the Gay guys stay and win. Buhbye and do e-mail me and look for photos from Norwescon after I attend next weekend, and enjoy photos of my kitties, Zzell, and Garbo, and the art for my darling, 'Eric's Art'.

A boring Saturday, looking forward to Norwescon, and 'me so horny' I'm losing my mind, in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-03-31T21:22:00.000-07:00

Thank Goddess for good friends, lusting for boys that won't/don't call, SPD officers that aren't brave and wishing this was Norwescon weekend in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

A big shout out to my SGN editor, Robert, for posting those pics (there'll be more, including one of the art I did for 'army sweetie's' apartment before we knew he was to be shipped to Iraq before the expected summer deployment. Arrrrrrr....that evil George Bush gang! So sad, so sad. Hope he gets to see it, if he ever logs in here, and a big 'hiya, and 'Miss P', misses you', to that one, should he ever see this blog. Also, props to my boy Subzero, and gal, Brei for getting yours truly out of the apartment today, and into the street on a boooooooring Saturday (why is the weekend before a good event always the most boring and most penniless?). Thanks guys, as thinking about my love being over there, where the shooting's going on, makes for very unhappy girl. So, I guess some of you must have seen the tree thing, as I've noted more than one person stop to look at said trees today. Could a protest be far behind? One can hope! And Mr. Ranger, Sir, I would so like you to call me, if you would, since 'Miss P' is hotter than fire, hoping for 'sumsum' ya know? Oh, and if a certain officer would stop and, oh, handcuff this one, would she ever be happy. C'mon baby, what's the harm in two adults having some fun? Not like it'll be a scandal, just some fun, and no one other than us need ever know. Well, I'll share some of the 'nasty details'---not all of them---with you, my dear Sees chocolate eggs. Oh honey, it'll be fun, promise. Anyway, no makeup stuff for now, but do try HiP's line by L'Oreal, as I've loved the lip gloss I got earlier this year and can't wait to try more. Yummy! That's it for now, and do feel free to e-mail me your thoughts on this blog to ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye for now and let's all pray for my love in Iraq, that he's safe and comes home whole and wanting to tie the knot with yours truly---or at least live with her. That's me plan and I'm sticking to wanting it. Buhbye!

Trees to be cut down by SHA

2007-03-29T23:35:00.000-07:00

Seattle Housing Authority will cut down these trees. Have they ever heard of global warming? Apparently, not!

More construction woes, dreams of my 'army sweetie', and lusting, in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-03-29T16:15:00.000-07:00

Dreaming of my darling in Iraq, hating the construction project in my building and the loins, they are a'lustin' in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

I was awakened (as was my cat, poor dear, who sleeps beside me), with a dream of my beloved, and it was not a bad dream, per se, but one that told my little brain 'army sweetie's' really either on the way, or in the dreaded Iraq. Sad times, sad times for this little kitty. But, aside from that little 'vision', I feel my dear one is okay, misses me and is as horny for me as I am for that luscious bod of his. Being psychic is sometimes a good thing, and sometimes not. Oh well, that's me, isn't it? But, on this side of the waking world, and the planet, I'm lusting like crazy for just about everything moving. The girls are looking pretty tasty, especially at a certain wi-fi coffee shop I hang out at, and the boys are tempting, (especially those in SPD uniforms and one in particular, and that one in the Trader Joe's with those hot, blue eyes). Spring, and a woman's fancy turns to sex (even if she does have the 'yeast infection from hell'). Hope that's gone soon, and hope a certain Army Ranger I met in February, when my pal and I checked out the Loft with another pal, in Tacoma, meets me this weekend. Baby, the fire needs putting out, if you know what I mean. Hmmm hmmm.
And yes, I'm still hating the construction project in my building (which looks more and more each day like that horror in the movie 'Brazil', where poor Jonathan Pryce's character lived), particularly the fact that now there are these two ugly green signs on my fave trees, saying 'these trees to be removed because they're unhealthy'. Or some such shit. No honey, the folks that decided these trees were in the way of 'progress' are the unhealthy ones. Wish there were some 'tree huggers' who cared enough to come and protest this outrage. See the photos on this blog to see where this mega crime against nature is taking place.
Oh, and before I dash off to my naturopath, to get this awful, itchy 'crotch rot' taken care of (guys, sorry if you're grossed out by this, but hey, sometimes this column has to get real, ya know?), have to recommend a few things to try. First, do try DHC's 'Protein Gel' (which you can order by going to their website at www.dhccosmetics.com, I believe, or Google them), which'll make your skin look fabu. And also try Wet'n Wild's new 'Cherub' eye shadow, which I'm wearing right now and looking gorgeous, if I must say so myself. And finally, do indulge yourself by picking up some 'Nutritive Cleanser' by N.V. Perricone, M.D. at Sephora, the best place in the world to get pretty. So, that's it for now, and do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com, and write/e-mail all of your representatives and senators, urging the to start impeachment proceedings on Bush boy, as Senator Hagel wants to do, and urge them to keep blocking more troops being sent to Iraq and more money being wasted there. And be nice to each other out there and keep spreading peace. Buhbye!

The missing info from yesterday, computer problems and SHA's stupid construction plan gets in way of package delivery

2007-03-27T16:44:00.000-07:00

Ah, menace, thy name is computer viruses, SHA construction headaches and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, whether the office has a gremlin or not, this one doesn't know, we only know that yesterday the computer we share with a co-worker was fine, now it's being a 'diva' again. Arghhh! Maybe 'soap opera vixen's' on a roll again, who knows. Anyway, sorry I didn't put in the 'tree destruction stuff' that is being caused by this very inconvenient construction plan SHA has foisted on the residents of my building. Yes, it seems the teensy minds at Seattle Housing Authority have deemed concrete and a look of sameness for all of their buildings more important than two lovely cherry trees. And these two charming trees, from the vantage point I have from my apartment look like a dear couple, reaching budding branches out to each other in a celebration of Spring. Too bad none of the 'buttcrack construction workers' (yes, I know some of you love construction workers, but trust me, these Seattle slob men you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy!)---okay, that's not fair, about two of them seemed almost interesting enough to invite into The Digs for a little more than a chat--can't see that view. And worse, I don't think SHA's non-ecology-minded pencil pushers are planning on replanting these two perfectly healthy trees. Shame, shame you global warming hasteners you!
I did at least get to take two little branches, one from each tree, and put them on my window altar's 'nature art' arrangement, so the two won't be forgotten. If only more folks in progress mad Seattle remembered its Native American heritage and, like me (who is part Cherokee and Blackfoot), were able to feel the life of things that are other than human. Ah well, when the planet looks like Venus, I guess they'll be happy won't they? And if the tree destruction weren't enough of a backwash from this mostly horrid construction project (they have signs up in the lobby, saying we'll 'like the finished product', but I don't like what I'm seeing right now!) that spiffy new door system failed miserably this morning, making me have to wait yet another day for a package with part of my Norwescon costume in it. A pox on you SHA for disrupting the lives of so many in the name of profit, because let's face it folks, that's what's behind this 'upgrade'. But, some good news, or I hope it is. That Army Ranger I mentioned in the last blog responded and I'm hoping it's the same one who had my lips tingling the last time we met, from a kiss I still can't forget! Oh, I sure hope so, and I'm trying to talk my friend into taking a drive back up to Tacoma this weekend, and going to The Loft, hoping to hook up with said Ranger. Keep you posted on all of the (hopefully) nasty details. And if you need something yummy to try, do try Lola's 'Pink Bling', which will have you glowing at your next shindig, or just for looking good going to bed. Get this and the Decleor line I mentioned yesterday, at Sephora, my fave place to go. Also try the new 'Grapefruit Vinegar' at Trader Joes (home of a certain hot salesclerk I look forward to seeing every time I go there--so see a 'pretty girl' has checked you out my friend!). So good for a late night, lo cal snack over roma tomatoes. A little sea salt and pepper and your pms, or other cravings for 'salty and sour' are satisfied. That's it for now, and remember to keep good vibes in mind for my angel, who's going to Iraq this week, breaking my heart in the process. And e-mail, write, or send smoke signals to that other Washington to urge those Senators and Congresspeople to keep blocking Georgie from sending more troops or money 'over there', and start impeachment proceedings. Look for a great, new gothic horror story in this space real soon. Be nice to each other, and keep on spreading peace and love, and e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye!

A so so weekend at The Wet Spot, more tears for 'army sweetie' and SHA's anti-tree construction, in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-03-26T16:37:00.000-07:00

Clashing events yield a lackluster night at The Wet Spot, crying over my love going to Iraq and grinding my teeth over SHA tearing out trees, in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Ah, the realities of loving a soldier, especially one on the way to Iraq (this week, I believe, at least that's the buzz from our last conversation). Not what it looks like in those romantic forties movies, though I do feel like one of those red lipsticked heroines who had to 'be strong, while her fella went off to war'. Bites actually. So, today my eyes are once again itchy and burny after crying most of yesterday and part of last night, missing the arms of my beloved sooo much!
Still, life goes on and I am looking forward with bated breath to this year's Norwescon, which happens Easter weekend (the same time 'army sweetie's due to be in Iraq, dodging bullets, ohhh!). Have a new princess dress and am waiting patiently for the shirt to my pirate costume to arrive via mail or UPS, so I'll be able to strut around a la 'Pirates of The Carribbean', or something close to it, during the day. This keeps my mind from wandering into really glum thoughts about missing my angel, and all of the good times we had before the military interfered and our relationship got put on hold for Iraq.
And yes, I'm still lusting for a certain Seattle cop, who I wish, wish, wish would take my hint and get out of that patrol car and ask me out, or at least be open to me asking that one out. Hey you, let's do coffee, okay, and soon? There, can't be more bold than that can we? Keep you posted if anything lusty develops!
Oh, and the conflicting events of the last couple of weeks have certainly put a damper on the usual wild fun going on at The Wet Spot, and thinned the ranks of kinky folks a bit. I truly missed having another great time with a certain hottie I've been 'bumping uglies' with for the past month, because of some bad 'other lover' juju. Sometimes having more than one lover isn't all it's cracked up to be, but still having more than one last weekend, did at least get me laid by my other dear one. Not the sparks of my hot, new lover, but hey, some nookie is better than none, right? Just hope the usual suspects start filling up the dungeon and back room again, so this one can get her jollies in her usual, fine fashion. Ah, and I find myself missing a certain Army Ranger I met at The Loft back in February, who kissed me so good, my knees went weak. Not 'army sweetie', but hey, a very close second to keep the homefires burning, if only that person would get in touch and join me at my little love palace on Capitol Hill.
Hope the Craigslist ad works this time and we hear from that one asap. Nether regions are longing honey bun!
And yes, I did get to try some wonderful new things, including Prada's male scent 'Prada Pour Homme' and Decleor's 'Hydra Floral', (which smells great and goes perfectly with their Ylang Ylang Night Balm, the day after). Also loving Ojan's 'Shine Mist' which gives my rapidly growing locks the look of sheen they so desperately crave. Can't wait until their on my shoulders again, and no, baby, I'm not cutting them again, no matter how much of a hassle they are. I so want my 'mane' again. And also do try Fresh's 'Soy Cleanser' which gets your face so clean it'll shine, believe me. That's it for now my little lemon twinkles, and do send good vibes to Charlie Company, my sweetie's company, set to go to Iraq, all too soon. Stay in love forever, be nice to each other out there, spread peace, write, e-mail and protest to end this outrageous war and e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye!

Some great new shows to watch, viva Craig Ferguson and many tears over 'army sweetie' in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-03-22T15:59:00.000-07:00

Crying my eyes out over 'army sweetie's' deployment to Iraq, being rescued by my other lover and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

I'm still recovering from crying my little eyes out all night long Monday, when it finally settled into my brain that my love, my soulmate, is really going to Iraq. And pretty damned quick too. So, I've been trying to think positive, smoking too many cigarettes--not good for someone who really wants to live a long life and who was recently diagnosed with 'early, mild arthritis', but what ya gonna do when the stress gets bad, eh. But, thank goodness for my 'Sir Galahad' from The Wet Spot, who came over and climbed the chain link fence that's around our building due to recent construction chaos. All of this to see me and give me comfort and so many orgasms I lost count. So good to be cared for, especially by someone who didn't mind that half of the visit was spent letting me ramble on about how I miss 'army sweetie' and am so sad about the fact that the deployment date is looming ever closer (if it hasn't already happened--civilians aren't allowed to know all of the facts about such things, bummer for sure!). Still, I have been coping, by making good, nourishing food for moi, and planning to order new treats to experiment with in my cooking creations, in the near future. And of course, we are so looking forward to Norwescon, which is only about two weeks away now, yea! Still can't wait to wear that princess dress for the first time.
I've also checked out a new show, 'Raines' that premiered last Thursday on NBC, and am totally in love with this new crime drama starring my fave anti-hero star, Jeff Goldblum. It's quirky, sort of a 'Ghost Whisperer' meets 'Law and Order: SVU', and really good. And I'm so glad 'Jericho' is finally back on, and thrilled to see Brad Beyer (who reminds me so of 'army sweetie') is still on the show. Hope tellyland keeps these two, as they are definitely winners in my book. And props to Mr. Craig Ferguson, who manages to keep me laughing, even when my heart is breaking over my love going to war. Long may you wave, you cute Scotsman, you.
And speaking of cute, if you haven't already checked out the two new blondes on the tube (Rebecca Stevenson on KIRO and Jennifer Cabala on Channel 13), you're missin' out. These babes make this little heart go pitter pat, and give me more reason to watch the news these days, even though war news makes me sad, so I watch cartoons a lot instead, some days. Tune in and see what's up and enjoy some beauty for your eyes.
So, what else has this little kitty been up to besides crying, being entertained by Mr. Ferguson's antics and still lusting for a certain SPD officer? Well, of course I've tried some new cosmetics dahling an I'll tell you about them right now.
Definitely, if I haven't mentioned it, do try Ojan's 'Shine Mist' which makes hair look great, and is so delicious for 'locked hair like mine, trust me. Also, I'm loving the new male scent by Prada, 'Prada Pour Homme', which anyone can wear, especially if you like a really clean, fresh scent. And by all means try LaVanilla's 'Vanilla Grapefruit', another clean and Springy scent that should make you able to forget all of this dreadful rain we're having, if only for a moment. So, that's it for now and do send good thoughts to 'army sweetie' and the other deploying troops that they stay safe and return home whole to their loved ones and families. Me, I'm doing all of the reiki I can for my dear one, and hoping, still, that a certain officer on the SPD force takes the offer to be treated to coffee or tea (or The Wet Spot), with yours truly. For now, stay in love, be nice to each other, and send good vibes to those remaining a year later after the Capitol Hill murders. Those kids are very missed and there's a hole in the community where they were. Hope they're in a better place now. Do feel free to e-mail me your thoughts about this blog, and look forward to photos showing up here very soon. E-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Buhbye!

Some not so peaceful thoughts on the anti-war march, lusting again for cops and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-03-19T19:48:00.000-07:00

A moment of non-peace while marching for peace, checking out SPD, again, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

Well, the march against the four year occupation of Iraq is over, and believe me, this little kitty is tired, tired, tired. Wet feet, hungry belly and a lingering feeling that the left movement in this town is a little more narrowminded than yours truly would like. Hey, little Chicas, I was marching when you weren't even born, so why couldn't I talk on your program? Left me feeling like a hater, when all I wanted was to feel something but sad, as the deployment date for 'army sweetie' draws ever closer (I think my love might actually be on his way this week, and my heart just aches over it). And then, there was the flirting with a certain Federal Building officer, who kept teasing moi and refused to take a photo with two other comely officers. Yes, dahling you were and are better looking, why else would this little hot mama have wanted to photograph you, but you need to work on this shyness thing, ya heard? Whatever, sometimes girl, all you can do is look and long, and not get a photo, know wha' I'm sayin'? Movin' on, movin' on. And yes, I did try some great things this time around, that I'll go ahead and recommend right now, but not before I tell you of the fabulous time I had at The Wet Spot last weekend. Did get to top the new bottom from the week before, and honey, then had about five orgasms via that one's 'magic fingers'. Again, a voice is not required to bring the kid here to pleasure heaven. Fo shizzle.
So, the cosmetics. Do try Becca's 'Terracotta' cheek and lip tint, which is so natural, you'll only look better, not overly made up. And I highly recommend Ojan's 'Shine Mist' for great looking 'locks. My growing locks sure are loving the stuff. And I think I was wearing Versace's new 'Crystal Noir' when my new bottom and I were 'doing the wild thing', last Saturday, so it should work for your adventures too my sweets. So, that's it for now, and let it be said right here, right now. I'm offering an open invitation to the Capitol Hill hot SPD officer, and the Fed Building one to come join me at The Wet Spot (or any other kinky, hunky cops---you know who you are you hotties you!) for some hot, wild fun. The gauntlet is down, or you brave enough to take up the challenge from myself, Love Goddess Exraordinaire, giver of the best blowjob in town? Hmmm, stay tuned, my dears, stay tuned. For now, be nice out there and send all your prayers to our troops in harm's way over there, including my beloved and do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com. Oh, a down note, we did see our nutjob ex milling around in the crowd, hating as usual, and all I can say to that one is, 'get a life you Canuck kookoo'. Buhbye!

Exhausted from too much worry over my love going to Iraq, wishing a certain officer would just sweep me up, and more in this Lipstick and Lust

2007-03-15T16:12:00.000-07:00

Worry, worry, worry for my soldier love, little dustups and Oh Mr. Officer, Take Me Away, in this Lipstick and Lust

by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid

I think I need a vacation. To someplace warm, where everyone adores me and showers me with constant affection and there aren't any 'soap opera vixens' or nutty neighbors to bother my flow. Ah well, Norwescon is coming and I can hardly wait, since this year I have an authentic (at least as authentic as one can buy from a Victorian catalogue) princess dress to wear on Saturday evening of the con. Maybe a handsome prince or nubile nympth will nibble on me and all my problems of late will magically melt away. A girl can hope, eh?
So, what's going on in my little corner of Emerald City? Well, a beeg apology to a certain person for being a bit of a bitch (though that person is still an irksome thorn in yours truly's mental paradise) last week. Mea culpa, sort of. And I'm missing 'army sweetie' something awful, and wondering if I'll get to see said person before they deploy to Iraq (unless they already have, in which case, I'm even more upset than ever). Just know, my dear one, if you ever read this blog, love lasts forever and while you're 'over there' where bullets are flying, I'll be praying to every angel I think I have, that you'll be safe and return to me as gorgeous as you left, so I can hug you like there's no tomorrow. And just so those of you reading this don't think I'm a completely shallow person, no matter how my darling comes home, coming home is the major thing, and I'm there no matter what, no matter how, no matter when. So there.
Also soooo wish a certain extra hot SPD officer would show up on my radar again, and maybe take me for a 'ride along' just so I'd be close to that wonderful body for a little bit. Hey, a girl's gotta be a girl, even if her heart belongs to someone else, eh? Am so looking forward to another night at The Wet Spot and hoping a certain differently abled bottom is there again, as this one has been having very dark, very sexy fantasies since we played last week. Who says one has to talk to be interesting, hmmmmm? And a cute butt's a cute butt.
So what have a tried, cosmetic-wise since you last read this? Well, I'm in love again, with Ojan's 'Hair Recovery Treatment', (which smells a bit like peanut butter, and makes my growing 'locks looks fabulicious), and adoring the lip gloss palette I picked up at Sephora the other day. Now someone kiss me, since my lips are looking too extra yummy to be going solo! And if you haven't started adding new, Spring colors to your makeup wardrobe, then get to Sephora and try out their new, metallic eye pencils, which are simply to die for. I love the 'Electro Marine' the best. So, that's it for now and though I won't be speaking at the anti-war rally on Sunday, I'll still be there, protesting that crazy 'troop surge' old Bushie has come up with to get more of our young folks into harm's way for his gain. Someday, someone will let me take the podium and then, watch out, as this girl, born on Angela Davis' birthday is poised to be mega activist. For now, be nice to each other out there, and spread peace and love wherever you go, as there's too much violence in the world. And do e-mail me at ijanaral@yahoo.com and let me know how you like the column. Also, expect photos to be showing up here, for your viewing pleasure, soon. And to the nutty Frenchman who probably did steal my e-mail, may an anvil fall on your head. Buhbye!