Merry New Years all!
Hooray! 2013! Woo!

Now I have that out of the way, it’s time to write a blog all about my adventures last night into awesome land and what I got up to for New Years!

My night started around 7pm at my friends house with a really messed up, yet hilarious movie… I think it was called “The story of Ricky” (Click here to read more)
If you like hilariously improbable Asian cult films… You’ll love this…

I can’t remember what time it was exactly even though I had not started drinking yet, but we all headed out to the party… We went to some guy I hardly know’s house about an hours drive from the city.
Because there were so many people going everyone had to catch the train… EXCEPT for Brooke and I of course!
While those suckers caught the train we had our own adventure/dance party in Brooke’s car.
We may have almost lost our voices on the way there by screaming out Ke$ha lyrics the whole way… yeah… that happened…

… MOVING ON!

By the time we got there it was 11ish and we didn’t have long to wait for the count down.
I did get a drunk text from Mr AngryAussie himself right before midnight… That was entertaining… <3

I’m the blue text boxes and he is the yellow.
It would be worth noting that I had drunk an entire bottle of wine in the 10-15 minutes of our conversation… Drinking winner!!!

Also yes… I save people as their name and online handle as contacts in my phone… WHAT OF IT?!?! :P

Like I said, we didn’t have to wait long for the count down to midnight… And it was an awesome count down indeed! Full of many hugs and kisses with all of the strange people I had just met and my crazy friends…

BUT! The party didn’t end there… In fact, it was still going when I left at 6:30am…
So much happened… The start up photographer who kept showing EVERYONE his portfolio… The drug fiend who kept offering everyone around him speed… The random pee break in the bushes on the nature strip (I am ALL the class)… The creepy drunk dude who hit on EVERY single female at the party… MY FRIEND WHO MAKES WIZZ FIZZ WHO I DID NOT STOP HUGGING ALL NIGHT!!! (Never before has someone’s job made me love them more…)

Life is always an adventure for Brooke and I.
On our way to the inner northern suburbs to drop some friends home we were pulled over for a breathalyser… Brooke passed of course (DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE FOOLS!) and we were sent on our merry way, not before the police officer made a big deal about making sure Brooke had a licence to drive in this country because of her accent. He must have felt like quite a fool when she was able to produce her full Victorian Drivers Licence.

Oh wells, we got home at 8:30ish and we got into bed to sleep around 9am… After a full on 25 hours we passed out with exhaustion, not drunk.

Probably the best New Years Eve party I have ever been to.
An amazing way to ring in 2013! I hope this is a sign of excellent things to come :3

Lots of love,
Viola xoxo

Look, I think we need to have a talk.

Did I scare you???
I think the “We need to talk” line is scary…
No? Just me?
Surely not.

Any way… I actually have something that is REALLY scary to talk about.

STDs.

You’ll see that the title of this blog is “Super Terrific Dance-party’s”
Not Sexually Transmitted Diseases.

The reason I went with that title is because more and more frequently I am realising that not enough people are taking STDs seriously.

Sexually Transmitted Diseases are serious business people.
I’m going to lay down some cold hard facts.
> Chlamydia is the most common STD in Australia and the number of reported cases has recently quadrupled.
> Gonorrhoea is the second most common STD in Australia.
> More than 10% of the population of Australia has Herpies, and using a condom is not 100% effective at preventing transmission.
> The number of reported cases of HIV has increased in recent years.
> There has been a dramatically increased number of reported cases of syphilis.

Not cool.
(Click here if you want to read up on some more info about STDs…)

I have never had and STD and I hope to never have an STD.
And I do A LOT to make sure that I never have to experience an STD.

First up… Condoms!
Condoms are not 100% effective at preventing the transmission of all STDs, but they go a DAMN long way towards it.
To not use one because it is not 100% effective is idiotic.
It’s like saying “I’m not going to use a seat belt because people still die in car crashes”
Both may not be 100% effective but they both do a damn good job at decreasing the risk.

Secondly… Regular STD testing!
So, because of what I do… What with the porno making and all… I get regular check ups to make sure that I am clean of any STDs.
I’ll let you know what is part of my check up… It’s super exciting… NOT :P
7:00am: Wake up!
> I seriously HATE having to be awake this god damn early but I do it because it’s important that I get my tests done.
7:30am: I leave my house.
> I like to walk to the clinic instead of catching the tram, it takes about the same amount of time and I figure that I may as well get the exercise.
8:30am: Arrive at clinic and sign in.
> It doesn’t actually take the whole hour to walk there, I usually stop to buy a coffee and a snack on the way.
8:30am – 9:30am: Get tests done!
> First I have to go speak to the triage nurse and explain to her what I need to have done.
THEN I get to go see the RN (registered nurse) or the doctor, which ever is available to see me.
STD check ups can seem daunting at first… But they are super easy once you realise that these people have seen SO many vaginas and penises that your’s isn’t really ever going to be special until you actually get an STD… and even then… *shrug*
The check up itself is so fast! You jump up on the table (with your pants off) and they take a look at the skin around your genitals for any odd colouring or marks and for any unusual discharge… They do a few quick swabs for testing… And then they are done and you can put your pants back on. Super easy!
After that it’s blood test time!
Usually if I am seeing an RN they will take the bloods themselves, but if I am seeing a doctor they send me off to the pathology. I don’t really mind, usually when a doctor tries to take my blood I end up with a massive bruise and sometimes even a scar.
They take one small vial of blood and stick my name on it… then I get a band-aid.
My only disappointment is that now I am an adult I don’t get the fancy band-aids…

Maybe I should do the whole BYO on awesome band-aids??

The whole process takes maybe 20 minutes all up… maybe a bit longer if the nurse wants to chat. They are usually pretty friendly so we do end up chatting a bit and I am in their treatment room a bit longer… :P
At the end of the test I get a fancy certificate saying that I have been tested for STDs.

It takes about a week for the test results to come back, and they will call you if your tests have shown up positive for anything so that you can come in and be re-tested and go on a treatment program. Never had one of those calls, I hope never to get one (knock on wood)… but I am glad they do it.
The only result you can’t get over the phone is the HIV test, so you do have to go into the clinic to get your result… but I think it is worth knowing…
I get the joy of going back in super early to get the full print out of my results… YAY!

Regular STD tests are super important, especially if you have multiple sexual partners or you think your partner might.
It means you can catch it early, and you have a time frame since your last test to know who may have infected you or who you may have accidentally infected… That way they can get tested too.
You should get an STD test for yourself every 6 months or each time you change to a new sexual partner if that occurs more frequently.

Thirdly… Not so awkward conversations!
Most people think that having the “What’s your sexual history?” conversation is awkward.
I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t have to be.
When you start seeing some one new, it’s worth knowing what their sexual history is to know what risks you may be taking.
You don’t need to know every gritty detail, just how many partners they have had sex with and if any of them were high risk people.
It’s REALLY not hard to find this out.
If the person is a virgin, they have probably already told you or you already know that they are a virgin.
If they aren’t a virgin, they are probably worried about the same thing as you are.
Usually, I just casually drop into the conversation facts about my own sexual history and in most cases, they will counter with their own fact.
If you are worried about possibly contracting an STD from your chosen sexual partner…
ASK THEM!
Seriously, it may feel awkward at first but it is so much better to know for sure.
A few seconds of frank conversation or YEARS of living with an STD that could have been prevented.

I know… I know… It’s all well and good for me to say “ASK THEM!”.
I am being completely honest when I say that I do flat out ask people if they have ever had an STD.
I have been known to check people’s ID cards to make sure they are over 18.
I would rather have a few serious moments than play that kind of risky game.

Well, I hope you guys stuck with me until the end… Talking about this kind of stuff can be pretty dry.
Just in case you skimmed, all you need to know is this:
> Use condoms.
> Get regular STD tests.
> Have open and honest conversations with your sexual partners.
> Have awesome sex.

If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment!

Lots of love,
~ Viola xoxo

Hey there,
I totally just now remembered that I haven’t posted the pics from my birthday cam show with Aeryn!
Having just gone through all the pictures we took, I realise that not many of them were any good because we were so high on sugar… possibly a little drunk from day drinking… aaaaand I used my phone to take the pictures.

Here are three of the best ones!

We had a super fun afternoon/evening partying on camera and eating cupcakes!
Thank you so much to the people who came along <3

Lots of love,
~ Viola xoxo

Hey there everyone :3

Today’s blog is going to be all about the BOOTY CALL!

I want to put it out there right from the beginning that I love a booty call.
No really… I fucking LOVE booty calls.
Booty calls are fucking BOSS.
You don’t have to put up with someone’s crap all the time and you STILL get sex!
It’s the perfect situation.
Seriously.

This blog is going to be about my experiences with the booty call.

Recently the number of people txting me for booty calls has increased.
My friends are getting desperate apparently :P
I think it is the Christmas season arriving and most of my friends being single… They are feeling lonely.
Oh wells.

I’d like to share with you two of types of conversation I have when the guys are trying to see if I am interested in a hook up.
Aaaaand of course I am going to change their names…
Because I am cool like that :P

The first example is going to be “Hipster douchebag”
(For some reason WordPress wants me to separate the word into “Douche Bag” but you know what… Raw Raw Fight the Power!)
(Please get that reference… please)
(Please)

Okay… So, the way that Hipster Douchebag approaches me for booty calls.
Usually I don’t hear from him for a few weeks.
Then I get a txt…
(This is not a direct quote… FYI…)
“Hey it’s been ages! What have you been up to? We should totally catch up sometime soon!”
Translation:
“Hey, I haven’t spoken to you since the last time we had sex. I would like to have sex with you again and I also want to be your friend so we should hang out some time so I feel less guilty about jumping your bones next time I see you”
Usually what happens now is this weird dance where we go hang out… probably go get some dinner somewhere… do the friends thing, ya know.
AND THEN
“Want to come over for a movie night???”
We all know what “movie night” means…
For those who don’t, inviting someone over to watch movies means:
Eat some food > have some awkward conversation > rip clothes off each other and then have noisy sex while their house mates giggle in the other room.

After that, usually I don’t see or hear from him for a couple of weeks, until he wants to catch up again…
It’s like a sexy vicious circle.

EXAMPLE NUMBER TWO!
Let’s call him “Slutty Skater Boy”
Because… well… he’s a slut :P

Slutty Skater Boy is my side guy.
The only time we EVER talk is when one of us wants to get laid.
It’s been a week… I’m feeling antsy… I send Slutty Skater Boy a txt and I get laid.
It’s a great system.

Recently, I have not required his services.
But apparently, he has been in need of mine…
I kinda like his style when he txts me. Makes me laugh.
All our exchanges ever are is “Hey wanna meet up?”
And it’s either “Yeah, I’ll be right over” or “Nah, sorry I’m busy”
I go over, we fuck, and then I leave.
All business.
I get what I need, he gets what he needs… It’s win win :D

All of the satisfaction with none of the bullshit.

Those are two of the types of booty call I usually get.
There are others but they are much more complex… bleh.

I do feel like I should leave with this piece of booty call advice.
Even if it’s a quicky… WRAP THAT STICKY!
Seriously.
I don’t care if you or your sexual partner are on some other kind of contraceptives.
Condoms are IMPORTANT.
They not only help prevent babies… They also help prevent STDs.
Not enough people have the appropriate amount of concern when it comes to STDs.
Maybe I’ll write a blog about that next…

Alrighty… Have fun, be safe, get your freak on.

Lots of love,
~ Viola xoxo

Yes, this blog is going to be me having a spoilt brat rant.
If you don’t feel like reading on, no worries… Normal sexy bloging will continue shortly.

For today’s blog I am eating a giant bowl of candy… You may choose to bring along a snack.

… Candy helps ease the pain.
Not really, I’m not actually in any pain… just trying to justify the ridiculous amount of candy I eat :P

Okay, so I have been a sadface recently about how unreasonable people can be with their expectations of me.
I had TWO separate people ask me in one day why I favourite tweets with out retweeting or replying.
I know they were just curious about my motives, but it made me feel bad for not replying to every single mention I receive on twitter.
I feel like I owe so much to all of you guys. There is no way I would be able to do as many of the awesome things I get to do with out you all taking an interest in me.
For some reason you guys think I am funny or sexy or whatever and because of that I get invited to do all these awesome photo shoots for people like Cherrysblossom.com and GirlsOutWest.com.
So I feel like I am being ungrateful when I don’t reply to everyone.
but there is seriously no way that I can reply to every single mention I get on Twitter.
On an average day, I get about 150-200 mentions.
That’s A LOT of messages to reply to and thats just my Twitter… I also have my FB and emails to worry about too.
AS WELL as attempting to live in the real world…

I don’t favourite every mention I receive, I swear!
But I do read them all.
If I think they are funny or interesting I will favourite them.
Maybe I will even think about retweeting it.
If it’s a question, or it’s actually something I can respond (not just a random statement) to AND I have a spare moment I will make an attempt to reply.
Sometimes, when I have a few moments to spare I will scroll back a few hours in my interactions feed and reply to tweets I think are important.

Some tweets I get are just so odd that I look at them and think “WTF did I just read?!?!”
I usually just scroll past those ones… And note them for when I have to see a psychologist later on down the line…

Some times I get tweets in other languages and I actually have to go work out what language it is in and then translate it and then translate my reply… Phew! It can be difficult to make sure what I am trying to tell them makes sense… *shakes fist at Google Translate*

If I favourite someone’s tweet and then decide “No, actually this is crap” I will go back and UNFAVOURITE their tweet… That’s right, I remove my gold star.

So, if you get a favourite for you tweet, it’s because I thought it was interesting and relevant to the conversation.
Feel happy.

Please don’t make me feel guilty for trying to acknowledge that I saw your communication with me and that I appreciated it… T.T

Remember, I am one person… I have TWO jobs in addition to the videos I make with AngryAussie and photo shoots I do for companies like Cherrysblossom.com and GirlsOutWest.com and my personal projects that I work on with various artists… I read every tweet, email, FB notification, Youtube comment, txt message and answer every phone call… I also try to make time to blog as much as I can.
And I have to some how fit a normal social life in to this mix too.

I’m going to go finish replying to emails now… yes, I know it’s 2am…

Lot’s of love,
Viola xoxo

Don’t forget that this coming Thursday is my 22nd Birthday party and Aeryn Walker and I will be having a super special cupcake party to celebrate!
You will find us on MFC from approximately 1pm (AEDST/UTC+11)

CAN’T WAIT!

Lots of love,
~ Viola xoxo

AHHHHHH!!!!

I don’t know what all the yelling is about… just bored I guess…
Oh well, I’ll write a blog and entertain myself.

On this episode of “stuff Viola does” we get to talk about my new tattoo!

Almost two weeks ago, I got my first ever tattoo… very exciting!
I saw the awesome Ryan (@maverickreeve) at Vic Market Tattoo.
Yes I know… Everyone says the same thing…
“Vic Market??? Tattoo??? Sounds shonky…”
I assure you, the place is all class… and the artists are crazy talented.
I didn’t just pick them at the drop of a hat, a good friend of mine had his sleeve done there a while back and the quality of the work knocked my socks off.
His sleeve is BADASS!!! A big pirate ship with a kraken smashing it to pieces…

I digress… The place is awesome, the artists are quality… That’s all you need to know.

Here are some pictures! YAY! :D
(All the pictures were taken by my sweetie pie Brooke – @BrookeDJames)

This is us getting started… It was surprisingly comfy on the tattoo bed thingy.

I tried super hard not to spend the entire time talking to Brooke… You have to understand just how hard that is for us. When we are not sitting right next to each other chatting away, we are txting/Tweeting/FBing/emailing/phoning each other.
We are in almost constant contact!
Because of the position of the tattoo… being on my ribs and all… I had to keep quiet so I didn’t move around too much.
As you can see in this picture, I kinda failed at the not talking thing a few times…

Me pulling faces while Ryan wasn’t looking… Shhh…

Roughly four lines from the bottom and towards the front of my body is right where I broke two of my ribs a few years back (Are you really surprised that I have had broken ribs???) and let me tell you, it fucking HURT having that kind of old injury tattooed over… NOTE TO SELF: I should never EVER have my right shoulder tattooed…
This is my “OUCH THAT FUCKING HURTS!” face… Do you like it?

This is Ryan cleaning me up before he kicks me out of his bed… :P

I am super happy with the result, and I hope I wasn’t too much of a sook while I was getting it done… I think I was alright.
This is what it looked like later that day…

Some folks have been asking me for the English translation to the text…

“I’ll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,
Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,
Those who wade out into battle?
Wolf-skinned they are called.
In battle they bear bloody shields.
Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.
They form a closed group.
The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men
Who hack through enemy shields.”

I hope you all enjoyed sharing the experience with me :)

Lots of love,
~ Viola xoxo

Hey there everybody!
Sorry I am so bad at posting regularly… Those who follow my twitter or are friends with me on FB, know that I am pretty much busy busy busy from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep…

I had a comment on an old post recently, asking how I handle negative comments.
First, I’d like to start out by saying that I don’t get a lot of negative comments on my blogs/pictures/twitter/facebook and I am grateful.
Unlike some people I am not hit by a constant barrage of hate via the internet and when I do get the occasional negative comment, it’s usually “You’re not that pretty” or “I can find better tits on Google image search”
What the fuck ever… Don’t care.
Hate on me as much as you want.
I am fortunate enough that the positive comments FAR outweigh the negative ones

I’m not going to pretend that when people do leave negative comments on my pictures that they don’t hurt.
They do.
A LOT!
I remember the first time someone posted something negative about me…
I bawled my eyes out!
Kinda feel bad for the guy I was dating at the time, I was inconsolable!

This blog will be about how my thinking has changed over the years, and how I perceive negative comments the way that I do.

I read every single comment, every single tweet, every single FB message/comment/post, every single YouTube comment and every single instagram comment about me.
It’s exhausting trying to keep up.
But I am a narcissist at heart so I will keep reading them! lol.

A few weeks ago, Martin Moreno (@martincomic) posted a picture of me on his instagram.
It wasn’t a flattering picture, and he did show it to me before he posted it, and I said he could post it anyway. Couldn’t care less honestly…
One of his fans said that “[he] could do better”, and that I was not very attractive at all.
How did I cope with it?

It has been a LONG process to get to the point where I can shrug it off.
Throughout my life I have always looked a little different from the other kids… I was always taller, too skinny, I wore glasses, I am also a bit of a wierdo and had a lot of trouble fitting in.
My peers made fun of me daily.
I was rejected all through high school.
I only had a few friends, no one wanted to go out with me, and the only people who were interested in me were total burn outs.
It didn’t help that I was that kid… The “Over achiever”
Captain of the Debate team, concert band captain, maths club, science club, chess club, drama club, newspaper club… I there was an academic club in the school, I was in it.
I was also part of the conservation team, and I volunteered with several local charities and not-for-profit organisations outside of school.
I’m pretty sure some of my teachers wanted to cut me down to size… lol.

As you can imagine, with that academic history, I was teased pretty badly in high school.
I hated myself.
I thought I was ugly and a loser.
I didn’t blame anyone for not wanting to know me… I thought I was worthless.
I would have pens, balled up bits of paper and food thrown at me on a daily basis.
People would call me names, pull chairs out from under me, pick me last in P.E. (Physical Education or Gym Class for those who don’t know)
It never mattered how nice I was, how much I pretended to be like them, how much I did for them, it was still never enough.
I wasn’t good enough.

Then I started uni.
I thought to myself before I started, This is where it is all going to change!
Well… needless to say, I was wrong.
Still only had a couple of friends who were even more distant than the ones I made in high school.
Most people still didn’t want to know me.

Then I entered into what I can look back on now as an abusive relationship that lasted four years and made me feel like I was worth nothing except what my vagina and my wallet could provide.

I have experienced a lot of self loathing.
And I took every negative comment anyone made to heart.
I didn’t even hear the positive comments… I always thought people were making fun of me when they tried to compliment me and I’d end up hiding away in my bed crying.

I can tell you the exact turning point for me though.
I was walking down a street in Shanghai, it was a hot day and I was pissed off at my translator for taking us to yet another crappy shopping center where I didn’t want to buy a single thing because all I actually wanted to do was visit the temples and villages and the zoo and my long term boyfriend (mentioned above) had just broken up with me via email while he was still in Australia and I was in China and there was nothing I could do… I was ready to chuck a tanti :P
If you have never been to China, be warned, there is A LOT of pollution. That is something that shocked me while I was over there.
Maybe it’s something to do with growing up in Australia… We spend so much of our time growing up learning about all the things that can kill us (fires/floods/cute cuddly animals) and that we need to respect the environment.
They don’t have that over there. There is trash everywhere, the sky is grey/brown even on clear sunny days, the air reeks of sewerage and I don’t think they have ever cleaned the pavements… ever.
I was walking down the street, using my fan to blow as much of the smell away from my face as possible, and avoiding piles of trash on the sidewalk while I was in my sulky mood and pitying myself.
As I was walking along the footpath and passing that one of those piles of trash I had been avoiding, I realised it was actually a person.
A human being.
I had mistaken a human being for trash.
This person had literally nothing.
They were dressed in rags, covered in street grime, and there was nothing I could do to help them.
I couldn’t give them money or food because there were police around (begging is illegal, and it would have gotten them in trouble with the police if they had been caught).
I felt helpless.
I looked back down the street I had just walked and I saw so many of those homeless people that I had just walked past like they were nothing while I had my little sook about “poor me, I don’t get to spend all this money that these people have never even seen and my jackass of a boyfriend who was a total asshole anyway dumped me… waa waa waa”.
I felt like such a brat.
And then I realised, it wasn’t about how I felt.
It wasn’t about me.
This is about them, and their government and their people doing nothing to help them.
I realised that to them, I am just another small blip on the radar.
A relatively wealthy white person who will pass them by just once in their lives on their way from one tourist attraction to the next, maybe buy a souvenir and then fly back to their home and sleep in their bed and write some shitty blog on the internet about all the privileged things they get to do like fly interstate to do photoshoots.
And they get to stay right where they are, on that footpath with their own people walking past them and their government denies their existence.

I feel like such a privileged brat when I say that I compare my situation with haters to those people’s situation and me.
Just like I am an insignificant blip to those people, haters are an insignificant blip to me.
They are just another face walking down the footpath.
They know nothing about who I actually am and they have made no attempt to know more of me than an image they saw once.
Just like all I will ever know of those people on the footpath is an image burned into my memory.

Don’t make it about the people passing you by, make it about you.

Feel free to leave a comment asking any questions you may have on my opinion on the subject… or anything really… I love to chat!
Also, follow my twitter (@violaturtledove) or add me as a friend on FB :)

Lots of love,
~ Viola xoxo

Hey there hats and cats…
Tonight, I want to talk to you all about something different from the usual…

Tonight I want to talk about sex.

Revolutionary, right?
Me… Wanting to talk about sex?
Because that’s never happened before…

I swear this time it’s different.
This time I want to tell you about sex… And how it can affect self esteem.

I’d like to first of all start out by saying that my past sexual experiences have, for the most, part been very satisfying and a pat on the back to my past sexual partners.
Gold star.

However, until a few weeks ago… I never got what the big deal with sex was.
Sure, it’s fun, it feels good when you’re doing it, and if you’re lucky you might even get an orgasm.
But I kept reading all these books and magazine articles and watching all these movies and television shows that would go on about how special “love making” is and how amazing you feel afterward.
I didn’t get the hype.

Frankly I thought it was a whole bunch of Hallmark, Mills and Boon mumbo-jumbo bullshit designed to raise people’s expectations only to have them be disappointed.

I was wrong.

A few weeks ago, I had what I would describe as the best sex I have ever had.
Ever.

…

EVER! :P

He took it slow, touched me gently (but still passionately), and made me feel like I was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.
Not pretty…
Not sexy…
Beautiful.
The whole experience was so different from anything I’d ever known before.
I walked away feeling like I was worth something more than sex.
I was special.

I had been seeing a guy before this happened.
We’d hang out, and listen to music and have fun… And then we’d always end up in bed together.
I genuinely thought that this procedure was how relationships started.
All my other relationships in the past had started the same way.
The sex was fun, and satisfying and he never failed to get me to climax.
But I always felt like average, normal me afterwards.
I never felt bad about myself, or felt any regret.
But I didn’t feel special either.

And it has always been the same.
Never feeling bad about myself, just feeling average.

Past boyfriends have gotten upset at me for telling them that they way the treated me didn’t make me feel special… let alone respected.
Oh, the arguments we would have… *sigh*
I was always told I was being unreasonable.
That I had my expectations too high.
Best of all, how dare I make them feel inadequate?

I now understand that I was right.
Sex can be more than just sex.
And sex, can change your whole opinion of yourself and your needs.

After my first experience of “love making” a few weeks ago, I called it off with the guy I had been seeing.
I see myself completely differently now, and he didn’t fit into that picture…
Surprise, surprise he wasn’t upset.

This is going to come across like I think I am all that and a bag of chips, but I don’t know how else to say it…
Every day, either by txt or twitter or by friends and even by random strangers on the street, I am complimented on my appearance or my intelligence or my wit.
I haven’t seen myself as ugly in a long time, and I know I’m not terrible, but I have never honestly looked at myself in the mirror or looked at a photograph and thought that I was anything special either.
People compliment me, and I thank them for their kindness, but I don’t really see it in myself.
Until I had that amazing sex.
After that I looked at myself in the mirror, and I saw myself as pretty.

I feel strange saying that someone elses complete and honest approval of me made me feel like I could approve myself, because in my head I feel like I should be able to provide that for myself.
But this is the reality of it.

I guess, what I am getting at here is that sex can change the way a person see’s them self.
I have gone into the lighter side of the situation here… There is definitely a dark side to this equation and that needs to be respected.

But I am feeling too damn good about myself right now to explore it.

I’m going to say goodnight, but I will probably end up staying up stupidly late reading… Goodnight!

Lots of love,
Viola xoxo

HEY EVERYBODY!!!
Stop what you are doing… Sit down… You are going to want to read this.

If you follow my twitter, you’ll know that this weekend just passed was the deliciously sexy Miss Aeryn Walker’s (@naughtynerdy) BIRTHDAY!!!
So… Like all awesome birthdays, we went on an amazing adventure.

EXCEPT! This time was different.
We didn’t just go on any silly adventure…
We went on a trip to SYDNEY!!!

You can read all about my time with Aeryn, Theo (@TheodoreDalton), and our friend Laura on Aeryn’s blog… http://naughtynerdy.com/blog/2012/10/04/aeryns-silly-sydney-birthday/

Go read it and come back… It’s cool, I’ll wait.

Okay, now for those of you who are observant you’ll notice that in her blog she mentions that they met up with me at the hotel.
I was already in Sydney… But I wasn’t alone…

This blog is the story about what I got up to while they were still in Melbourne nursing their hangovers on the way to the flight.

I flew up to see some very sexy people and we might have snapped a few shots along the way…
The amazing people at Cherrysblossoms (http://www.cherrysblossom.com) met me at the airport, and after some off-road driving (super fun for those who haven’t been… just remember to HOLD ON! :P ) we got to our location.

Which, BTW, is probably one of the prettiest beaches I have been to in a very long time…

There were some AMAZING rock pools… Which I DID NOT fall into… (Surprise!!!)

It was so sunny!!! Anyone who has spent as much time in Melbourne as I have will appreciate how much I was in love with how much sun there was…
But anyone who knows me, also knows how much I don’t like having a tan… OR TAN LINES!!!

The poor photographers! I don’t think they realised just how hard it is too keep me focused on anything…

They decided to take me exploring the area… Bad move…
Not only can I not focus on ANYTHING, but I fall over even when I am sitting still… on a flat surface… with no breeze… and no body touching me…
I’m clumsy… some would say it’s endearing…

I just say “Ouch!” :P

It was pretty shady where we decided to camp out… But I wasn’t about to risk any tan lines…

The folks at Cherrysblossom.com are some of the funniest people I have ever met… They kept me in fits of laughter for the entire day.

I had an absolute blast shooting for Cherrysblossom.com.
Ladies, if you have EVER wanted to try your hand at some pornographic modeling or would like to do some more, THESE ARE THE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SHOOT WITH!!!
They are amazing, professional, and hilarious… You will not even have a chance to feel uncomfortable in their presence.

I can not even wait to see all the amazing pictures (READ: PORN) we shot that day… I had an absolute blast! And guys, if you are reading this, that glass dildo is A-MAZING… You need to buy shares in that company.
Keep your eyes peeled for when the sets go up on http://www.cherrysblossom.com
I know I will… I’ll try to remember to tweet it… after I finish looking at all of their other amazing ladies sets…

BUT WAIT… THERE’S MORE!!!

This was a BIG weekend for me!!!
After I finished shooting with Cherrysblossom.com I made my way to Sydney to have a superfun adventure with Scarlett (@ScarlettCrims0n http://scarlettcrimson.com), Lanky (@lankyzor http://lankyland.com) and the sextacular Mr. J. (Who doesn’t have a Twitter, a Facebook or a blog… WTF??? :P )
We ate awesome sushi, tried VERY hard to find a body piercer and failed (It might have been like 10pm… ooopppsss :P ) and then gave up to eat nommy nommy gelato!

I stayed in a FUCKING BOSS hotel!!!
It is called The Kirketon and it’s on Darlinghurst Rd. Kings Cross.
I know, I know… Kings Cross… But this place was all class… Sadly, I am not… :P

The next day (Friday) I had a few hours to kill while waiting for Aeryn, Theo and Laura to show up… So I had a quick cruise around Paddy’s and Market City.
BUT IT WAS SO BORING ON MY OWN!!!
Thank heavens for twitter followers…
Ben (@CarbonCopyBen) came and saved me from my boredom and took me for delicious Japanese food…
I might have been encouraging him to tap the cute waitress…

He hooked me up with the awesome body piercer that did my septum piercing for me!
(Joel from http://www.firstblood.com.au/)
I know some of you don’t like it, but STIFF BICKIES! I love my new septum ring… So don’t go sending him any hate mail…

It was sad to have to say goodbye to Ben, but the process was hilarious… Dancing down each side of George St. and watching a poor, unsuspecting old lady almost piss herself laughing at us…

It was a weekend that will live on in the memories of Aeryn, Theo, Laura for the rest of our lives… I had the best time!!!
Thank you so much to Cherrysblossom.com, Scarlett, Lanky, Mr. J., Ben and all the random strangers who enjoyed laughing at our antics for making this one of the best weekends of my life!

I wish I could live that week end again…

Lots of love,
Viola xoxo

PS: Please note… The pictures of my Thursday adventure with Cherrysblossom.com all belong to Cherrysblossom.com… NOT ME… Do not steal these images, and definitely do not EVER remove the copyright watermark from the images. Otherwise you will feel my wrath!