Monday, November 19, 2012

Leda and the swan

Leda and the swan by Fu Xu

The photo: Leda, wife of Tyndareos, King of Sparta, conceiving Helen by Zeus who came to her as a swan. By Fu Xu, Chinese contemporary painter> I love this picture it looks as though she’s having such a good time! I know I said I was just going to use previously danced ballets for our holiday programs this year, but I’ve changed my mind given recent events. I’m working on a version of ‘Leda and the Swan’ danced in the classical idiom loosely based on the Petraeus, Broadwell, Kelley affair. I really shouldn’t have been working on it now since I’m trying to make room in my schedule to be at Stonehenge for the Winter Solstice, but I think I can just manage it.

Reader’s concern: Some readers have asked if I’m ok, perhaps because I haven’t posted many entries recently. For those who were concerned, thank you! I’m pleased to say that I’m fine. It’s just that things have been quite busy with my commitments at St Lucy’s and working with some sorority women at UNLV as well as preparing my ballet companies performances for the holidays. I was also hoping to have a few members of my company and Cyndi, who has turned 18 so is now legal in all respects, on our annual tour of veterans hospitals to entertain the wounded between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Returning readers will remember that last year we had a problem with some hospital administrators about the content of our show. It looked as though we had worked around that problem; however, it now seems that may not be the case.

Readers following recent news in the U.S. are aware of some fidelity issues in the general officer corps brought to light by the jealous actions of a discarded mistress who turned Kelley green and sent emails to another woman she thought was poaching on her territory. Now the content of our hospital show is under review, again, as possibly putting temptation in the way of the married wounded. Sigh!

Well, what about the unmarried wounded? Shouldn’t they be afforded some adult pleasure? I’m all too familiar with the close scrutiny military wives keep me under while around their husbands during military gatherings hosted by the casino, perhaps thinking me too attractive for the safety of their marriage(s). There may be a bit of truth in it since the idea of the tour is to set six gorgeous twenty-something women loose among the patients strong enough for sexual activity, but my show tries to give the single vets personal experiences to remember and I don’t think they should be denied that. We do take several dancer/stallions along for women patients and several of us are Bi so we have most of the bases covered.

I’m all for connubial visits with wives and girlfriends, but there are so many single men who need the morale boost of sexual release with a pretty woman. We are talking mainly about hand and blow jobs or having our nipples sucked as there are few patients who are strong enough (mentally or physically) to be able to successfully perform sexual intercourse. In my case it wouldn’t just be sucking my nipples he’d have to want to experience breast feeding or like the taste of breast milk. So few of them know what it tastes like. In the past I’ve found a fave souvenir has been to jack a patient off in an old worn pair of pointe shoes then let him watch as I put them on and wear them for him telling him how it feels to have his seed squishing between my toes then jack him off again into the shoes and leave the semen soaked pointes with him as a gift.

Contraception: We are very careful to make certain we are using birth control and that the men are STI free in case any of the guys chosen can get it up and keep it up for a full ride. That’s especially true with the occasional healthy administrator whom we have to satisfy first in order perform for the patients. All my escort/dancers now have copper GyneFix IUDs inserted with the strings trimmed off so they can be fisted or have rough sex if that’s what their partner wants w/o fear of dislodging her IUD. I of course wear an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix or if I’m menstrual I’ll wear one of my latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms, unless my partner is allergic to latex, in which case I’ll wear a silicone Milex Omniflex (coil spring) diaphragm. And we are all fully vaccinated with Gardasil and continuing to train with Ben Wa balls so we are all really tight to provide the best possible experience for our partners.

Halloween: Someone asked about Adolph’s Halloween party. The party at Adolph’s was tame (for him) this year as he had a staff fatality; his dive-master (a lovely 23 y/o) had died of a blood clot in the brain the week before. It was thought to have been caused by hormonal contraceptives, but she had been doing a lot of deep diving that week so it’s not certain that it wasn’t caused by decompression sickness. Curiously her dive computer has disappeared so there is no accurate way of checking her nitrogen load as she was found in the hyperbaric chamber in a nearly pure oxygen environment hours after she died. Security videos show her alone and staggering briefly before falling to the floor. She loved the brutal sex Adolph is so good at and she was perfect for him. Right now he is lost without her.

Thanksgiving: Our celebration here may be somewhat muted by Adolph’s recent loss, but he is trying his best to put that behind him. Normally he’d try to seduce anything in a skirt, but since he’s been auditioning young women with extensive experience and knowledgeable about deep diving, fetishes and rough sex he’s been keeping to only the applicants. You wouldn’t think there would be many pretty women in their mid to late 20s who fit that description but a great many claim to. The initial dive exam eliminates 75% of them though and he is having a good time putting the rest through their paces. So at the moment I have no Idea who he will bring to my Thanksgiving dinner this year.


  1. Is it me or does that picture at the top of this entry look a lot like Secretary of State Hillary Clinton? I know former President Clinton was caught with his pants down, so to speak, like Gens. Petraeus and Allen have been. Of course, it seems that cheating has been a two-way street with some of those in the news lately.

    1. Hi Eric. It may be a bit early to lump Allen in with the rest until the investigators see what’s in the messages being sorted through.

    2. I’m pleased to say that General Allen has been exonerated of any wrongdoing by the Pentagon’s Inspector General.

  2. Fu Xu did a whole series of paintings featuring the Clinton's called the "Hillary Collection." It is not apparent whether these were intended to be flattering or derisive. I agree with Jill that this picture does convey a feeling of great pleasure. And, what greater pleasure than conceiving by Zeus even if he appears as a swan. This likely represents Hillary's need for power and her joy in experiencing it.

    One need not be a Yank to have read the essentials of the Petraeus affair. In Europe our concern is the loss of a seemingly very competent government administrator to such triviality as a tryst with a younger, adoring woman hanging on his every word. Rather like he set his own "honey trap." Then, in France a bereaved wife and mistress will sit side by side at the late president's funeral.

  3. I am attracted today to the picture of Hillary cum Leda because of the power, joy and success that Leda seems to be exuding. This is definitely not the Leda of Yeats, a “raped” and “confused” young woman. Hillary’s expression is that of a successful and powerful woman who has just drained Zeus, god of gods, the Mediterranean Thor or the male equivalent of the Celts Brighid. Whatever form he has taken, a woman would have to out-god him to take his seed and use it to her own purposes to produce other goddesses. This is Leda from the ancient versions of the tale in which seduction went both ways. She has achieved fulfillment and is joyful at her accomplishment.
    Why am I so attracted today? Last night my cervix was bathed in the semen of a man whom I have adored and to whose job I have aspired for many months. I drained his power and it is now within me. His semen has been absorbed through my vaginal walls and is coursing through my bloodstream; he has left within me a few hundred million sperm who will be in my innards for several days. Poor men. They ejaculate and are spent. We women gather their essence of life and harbour it and make it part of us. Our vaginas have evolved with one single purpose – to extract semen from a penis, any penis we choose. Leda cum Hillary achieved that with Zeus and I achieved it with Holger. The essence of womanhood is to use that special organ for its special purpose.
    This morning, that feeling of complete womanhood led to a desire for continued femininity. In place of my usual blouse and slacks, a ribbed, zipper turtleneck, kilt and bolero jacket. Even hose and heels – not usual for me. And I reversed the recommend protocol and inserted my diaphragm seven hours after my cervix was bathed. Only a woman can wear those and I wanted to be all woman, all day. My lab coat gave a modicum of modesty as I made rounds this morning but there was no question that my breasts were the story. Women and men have been checking them all day long. Most shocked has been the senior resident, a competent young woman who has spent much of her life in convent school and was on her way to vows when god told her to be a physician. She finally had to say something and it was, “I never think of you as a Scot!” WTF! She never thinks of me as a sexual being with breasts and a cleft and the desire to use them – to my own ends.
    I am so reminded of the year after my fiance’s death when an overwhelming sadness was based on the knowledge that he would never again be a part of me. His semen and sperm were such a daily part of me that the feeling of loss of that natural part rendered me asexual for fully a year. No men; no women; no masturbation; no sexual feelings. They all returned through an accidental meeting in a distant city. By tomorrow, I shall have returned to “normal” and want to be with Eva or, even, alone. For now, I am all woman driven by the male energy deposited in me. I feel it, I want it and hopefully I radiate it as Hillary does in Fu Xu’s rendering of a woman on top of her game.

    1. I am so pleased for you having been with an adored man and able to use his essence to enhance your femininity. I hope future encounters with him will be as frequent as you wish. Wearing a diaphragm is such an intimate thing to do and one from which we both derive feminine power.

  4. Joy of joys! After completing the most feminine day for a long time, I had dinner and settled down with my KIndle (Steven Greenblatt's Swerve - a marvelous book) when there was a gentle scratching at my door. Eva! Who had spent last evening doing the same as I had been doing. We got into my double ended tub, poured the wine, entwined our left legs and filled the tub until our breasts floated. We recalled our last twenty-four hours. What she had done was not all that different from what I had done, including her dress for the day. Then simply girl-chat. As we each fell silent, and almost as on signal, our left hands dropped into the water and the pads of our thumbs sought out one another's perineum. We each massaged the other being careful to avoid penetration or even the opening of one another's lips. Each shifted patterns of movement to match what the other had just done - do unto others applies in sexual activity as well.

    Then I noticed her slowing and pressing less firmly. Her head was lain back, jaw slightly ajar and she was breathing very deeply. I went to her preferred pressure and noted she began to arch herself until her nipples broke the surface like two little islands in the water. She has lovely puffies but I could not move to suck them. I reached with my right hand as though turning a radio knob and twisted her left nipple gently. Her right hand went immediately to her breast and pressed with the palm. I followed that hint and her breathing sped up. She became stiff all over as ber breasts rose higher and, then with a squeak, I could feel her contractions and a gushing of her breath. She smiled and reached for me. I simply covered myself with my right hand and said, "I'm fine." As she returned to earth, I lessened the pressure on her bottom.

    We rinsed off, dried and climbed into bed. We fell asleep holding hands - two very satisfied women who appreciated one another even with the sperm of different men swimming among our innards.

    1. Such a lovely time you had with Eva! I have no one in my life right now quite like her and I'm somewhat envious of that sort of intimate friendship.

  5. Ihope your touring group is having both a good time and finding welcome among the wounded warriors. Also that your arrangement for Stonehenge have worked out.

    I shall be travelling to Shetland for our solstice cermony, this time at Jarlshof. We shall be using one of the partially restored Pictish roundhouses. The Viking and even earlier bronze age ruins are more numerous but our heritage is from the Picts. It was originally planned for St Ninian's Isle. The lack of any protectiin from whatever weather may arrive caused the move. There is a higher risk of other visitors in the area but that is slight according to the local Priest. I shall again be the Goddess and I really enjoy the Solstice ceremonies. They include a fourteen year old girl and boy whom I initiate. Those two have been chosen for later leadership amongst the Pict Druids.

    Best for the Holidays.


    1. I hope your Solstice ceremony went as planned and that your Christian holiday and New Years celebration were filled with joy.



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