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The Silence of the Diva

Darlings, please understand something… I don’t make regular blog and social media posts. That doesn’t mean I’m idle.

I try to mindfully savor my life and work, immersing myself in the  moment. My thoughts and energy rarely turn toward documenting my experiences and thoughts for the  masses. Once the moment has passed and I’ve relished its juicy goodness, I’m off to the next thing.

Writing posts of value takes time, thought, and effort.  I  find myself drawn instead to spending that time with other human beings, or in quiet reverie, or playing, or learning, or planning, or—best yet—immersed in a new experience or adventure. Because that’s what life’s about.

Is such lack of consistent posting bad for business? Conventional Wisdom says so—but I’ve found CV  to be an untrustworthy advisor on many topics, and thus far this hasn’t been the case. Is it self-indulgent, or even selfish? Perhaps. I do have things of value to share. But I’m more driven to maximize that time by relishing life and bringing personal value to my clients, associates, friends, and partners.

Sometimes I am inspired to post. When I feel like it. When I have something to say. Sometimes even in flurries. But not on a schedule.

So even if I’m quiet online, know that I’m still here, focusing on real life and real time. Maybe you should be, too. Schedule an appointment with me, in person or by phone, and create a new life-enriching experience of your own.

Ms. Ava’s Interview in Short and Sweet NYC

I’ve had a secret crush on erotica writer and sex blogger Ralph Greco for awhile… even more so after I met this darling man in Manhattan and he subsequently interviewed me about the Parlor for Short and Sweet NYC. Enjoy!

I Love Men en Femme

My first full immersion into Femdom was as an office manager/dungeon den mother at a large commercial dungeon in the early-ish days of the internet. Among other duties, I interviewed, hired, and managed the mistresses and houseboys. I’ll leave the details for another post someday. But it was the best gig ever.

On the first floor of this Victorian house was the sissy parlor… a large sitting room filled with man-sized clothing and shoes, makeup, wigs, full-length mirrors, and more. Garters. Stockings. Lingerie. Slutwear. Maid outfits. Evening gowns. Street dresses. Tutus and tights.

I loved seeing first-time visitors’ reactions when I flung open the French doors to reveal a feminization nirvana.  For some, it took their breath away. It brought damp eyes to at least one. These were competent, intelligent men who wanted to be beautiful and soft sometimes, and to be appreciated and celebrated as they tapped into their feminine energy all too rare in society. One particular incident with a closeted sissy fueled my passion for enlightenment and acceptance through sexuality education. You can hear it during the first few minutes of this old interview:  https://youtu.be/8wauOXJFYXA

There’s a strength to people bold enough to break free of gender typecasting, a richness to those who can tap into both their male and female energies. Many cultures believe that such people have spiritual or other powers. While I can’t say if that’s true, I can tell you that there’s something special about the human beings who come to me for  gender exploration and en femme fun.