The Flip Flop Girl

And it was written on the sweet soles of the Buddha's sacred feet...

Much like Buddha, I seek enlightenment. I continue to explore my fascination, our fascination, with feet and its extremes from the sacred to the profane. I really like the profane but I also easily gravitate to the sacred. As I continue to say, there is something utterly explosive going on as we casually lounge around in our flip flops. I've been told by a number of my older friends that they agree, that the sexual tension in the air is far more palpable than when they were young. From my vantage point, it truly is part of a mating dance that I am more than willing to be a part of. In my neighborhood, each day, more and more people are returning to their trusty flip flops. Anyway, don't mind me, I'm just writing for the sake of writing at the moment, testing out the waters, seeing if anyone is paying attention, if people are ready for more of me. As Spring takes hold in moody Seattle, my libido is kicking into high gear. I find myself pacing around in my flip flops, trying to still tune in to the sensory pleasure after having enjoyed it for so long. I fear becoming jaded perhaps more than hopelessly addicted. During the day, I kick them off and find myself rubbing my feet together furisously and then having to take it further and apply a hand directly to a foot for an added high. As I keep saying, I know I'm not alone and, thankfully, you out there, do respond from time to time, even a fellow female with tentatively acknowledge all that I'm saying. Anyhow, I recently saw an incredibly inspiring movie, had nothing to do with sex or feet or flip flops, and now I'm reading the novel. I want to post about that sometime soon. There's quite a lot of things I want to do. I want to save the world. I want to save myself! And, as long as I'm at least amused by all this, I think we're doing alright.

Labels: blogs, buzz, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, just checking in, pop culture, profane, sacred, sex, trends, Writing

The Very Fractured O'Reilly Factor

I wanted to pick up on my "Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes" train of thought. Think of all the current political thugs: Dubya, Cheney, Rove, Rice, etc. They all pander to the sheltered view of the world of conservative little old ladies and they themselves, not holding anything dear, actually believe right along with the little old ladies. This sort of "thinking" is what powers the whole right wing machine. To try to keep current, "the little old ladies" are called "soccer moms" in stump speeches but, if you really think about it, it's the same old little old lady all wrapped up in the American flag . Grafting religion with patriotism, this is packaged as the official line of thought and it is served up to be a one-size-fits-all drivel for immediate consumption by everyone from the Nascar fan to the power elite in the club rooms. I was thinking about all this as I took in the mug of Bill O'Reilly the other night.

Now, make no mistake, Bill O'Reilly is a third-rate hack who, lucky for him, has found a niche to exploit. He's menacing. He's amusing. And, unfortunately, he does have a lot of fans. And why not? Junk food for the mind--hard to pass up for a lot of folks.

Currently, Bill is on something of a warpath against all the provocative statements that Rosie O'Donnell has made. Sure, Rosie has managed to cross the line and she's an easy target. What's so stupid, is that Big Bad Bill himself has made far worse comments like when he said it would be OK if terrorists bombed San Francisco. Is that because San Francisco's gay population runs so counter to Bill's "religous beliefs" as if he had any sincere thoughts?

On that same show I watched, only because I was waiting for American Idol, Bill also made a distinction between Rosie O'Donnell and Ann Coulter. For some reason, he found that Rosie had to be held to harsher scrutiny. That, of course, made no sense. And it runs counter to his cheesy motto about never spinning the truth, right?

Bill, if you defend Ann Coulter, you are SPINNING!

Bill, you complete jackass, you spin all the time! You were tossed out with the trash from ABC News years ago and you should thank your lucky stars you get to keep riding this right wing wave.

OK, that's all I have to say about that for now.

Labels: Ann Coulter, Bill O'Reilly, blogs, Bush, Fox News, news, politics, pop culture, President Bush, right wing, Writing

Go to the Beach!

New Post and New Thoughts!

Wear Your Flip Flops with Pride!

Don't Let the Little Old Ladies in Tennis Shoes Win!

I've been feeling a need to take a break both physically and mentally so my boyfriend and I headed out of town for a spring break. We stayed with my folks for a bit in LA and then made our way to a friend's beach house. They left us to ourselves quite a bit so we were basically sitting off The Strand, just the two of us, just a few flip flops away from the Pacific Ocean! Very breath-taking, very romantic, and just one bump in the road we had to deal with.

We were both a little drunk, maybe a lot drunk, and I was just babbling about all sorts of stuff. I decided to tell him about this blog which, until then, I had thought to keep to myself. But, at the moment, I figured it was nothing, just a blog, right? But maybe a blog is never just a blog, especially after all the crazy shit I've put on mine. Funny I should say "crazy" because that's the word that slipped through his lips after he read through one entry after another. He said I was crazy! And he didn't mean it in a nice way. He said the sex stuff was way over the top. And he wondered why I felt a need to write the way I did.

Instead of telling him to fuck off or anything hostile like that, I decided to be mature about it. I told him I'd have to think about it. I was too drunk to make any sense. And then I said that maybe I did know how to articulate that. I made the stories more charged than they had to be because I was getting off on it. As much as I've complained about being needlessly over-stimulated, I was actually seeking it out. I'd also tried to tailor my stories to make certain points. But before I tried to explain any further, he just smiled and said it was cool. I told him that maybe I didn't even need to write this blog anymore. He said that maybe I did need to step back from it but that he couldn't imagine me not writing. He said he saw some raw talent that was on its way to becoming something, exactly what he wasn't sure, but he still wanted to let me know that he supported me. He said maybe I could help people as well as entertain them. He also asked me to try to take a break from turning our sex into one of my hot stories if at all possible.

I do remember a mellow sobering moment we shared on the sofa that he can't have a problem with me telling you. He had his big feet on my lap. Usually, it's the other way around. I have my big feet on his lap. This time it was his feet on my lap. His feet just casually made their way over to my lap and I don't know if he was expecting me to do anything because he never said. For once, I let all my thoughts float away and did nothing. They just rested there. We both just rested. And it was good.

Being around so many people in flip flops, so many feet, so many pedicures, was a good thing too. Feet are simply more out and about in California and especially around the beach. It was refreshing to see form truly following function. It actually is handy to have flip flops around the beach! It's practical. It's a way of life. You don't have to think about it. The further away you get from the beach, however, the more thought you have to put into being casual. Once you're wearing flip flops down a busy city street, you're really making an effort to be care-free. I embrace that effort! Just trying to connect the dots.

As I relaxed in bed one day with the TV, I caught some of a Fox News talk show-or was it MSNBC? The Hannity Show, I think. Anyway, it was a typical political show tilted to the right with another no-neck/loud mouth, Mom's apple pie-eating host. He was interviewing Nancy Pelosi's daughter who has a documentary on Showtime exploring the world of American Christian fundamentalists. Well, I'd read awhile back a story about her documentary being unfair to fundamentalists in USA Today which left me wondering about USA Today's political views or at least about the writer's own right wing slant. When I saw her interviewed on this show, she came across as very professional and level-headed. She even had the Hannity guy playing nice with her. She pointed out that she made a point to show this demographic group in a fair setting leaving out extreme examples. I think his only pointed question to her was asking her why she chose to focus on evangelicals and she said, very correctly, that it was because they were considered a factor by the media in the last presidential election. If you ask me, she was far more polite than she had to be but maybe that was because she was talking to this bombastic talk show host.

Anyway, it has been interesting to me how I'm as attracted to politics as I am to any other pop culture subject. It takes someone like Jon Stewart to make us all aware of politics and make it entertaining but politics, all by itself, is such a circus. If I am capable of taking flip flops to an OCD level, I know that right wingers are using the same amount of energy, if not more, to drive home their agendas. Maybe their energy is actually the same kind of energy, some molten hot sexual force, that they have repressed and converted into self-righteous vitriol. The OCD for conservatives (and I know there are varying degrees but we're suffering from too many of the same along with those moderates afraid to be themselves like Rudy) is an overwhelming feeling that they are, no pun intended, right! They believe they possess some pure form of being right that can determine questions of right and wrong, life and death, when life begins, who should live and who should die, who has rights, who does not. It is a little old lady in tennis shoes out to save the world! But the little old lady in tennis shoes view of the world is very limited, backward, repressive, controlling, and out of touch with reality. What is so ironic and sad is that this view of the world finds itself taking so much space on our media, old and new from the tv to the blogosphere. Well, sheer quanity is never quality. We know that. What we're still working on, those of us who are sensible, is how to best reach a middle ground in this country so that we don't have more Bushies and Halliburton and the like in power forever.

The more we all find a way to go to the beach the better off we'll all be. I'm considering moving to the beach in the future when I can afford to do it right. I want to see us all take a healthy step back and watch our backs too! We want to have fun. We want to navel and toe gaze to our heart's delight-even to excess. Perhaps that's our right. But it's nice to have options too because the more distracted we allow ourselves to become, the more likely that the little old ladies in tennis shoes will always have the last laugh.

Labels: beach, blogs, conservatives, flip flops, foot fetish, Jon Stewart, politics, pop culture, right wing, sex, Writing

Once the flip flops go on your feet, there's no turning back

Is is Spring yet? Close enough.

Flip Flop Girl has officially declared the start of Flip Flop Season and I recommend you take very good care of your feet and give them a nice treat the next chance you get.

I am taking a little vacation with Thad. We'll be off to Cali for a bit and see how it goes. I venture quite tentatively to going back to any discussion of my flip flop sex life. I don't know. I want to but I want to explore other terrrain as well, which is basically what I'm doing and will continue to do. I want to complete my little life history, as I see fit to describe it. So, maybe a few more stories about Brian lay in store for us--or not. And then there's the whole college phase. Some more about that very odd time at the law firm. And then that brings us back to Simon which I know bothered a few of you for some reason, while it didn't bother others and some folks seemed to like him just fine. I do read all my feedback carefully. I have also considered writing straight-out fantasy fiction from time to time. Given the nature of blogs, I want to feel I am free to experiment. And, as I improve, I want to pursue my more serious study of pop culture. Hang in there and keep sending all your feedback. I want to start linking to folks too. I only have a limited time to play with my blog so I do my best when I feel inclined.

Anyways, I strongly suggest a nice sugar scrub...that will honestly cure a lot of stress and make you feel oh so good.

Labels: blogs, buzz, California, erotica, feet, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, pop culture, sex, vacation, Writing

Senators Kerry, Reid, and Biden present their case for pulling out of Iraq -- AP Photo

Random Nation: Down the Rabbit Hole in Iraq

So, Republicans refuse to set a timetable to withdraw from Iraq because "we can't let them terriorists win." I don't think we'll ever get out of Iraq at the rate we're going. It's one of those situations where we created a problem far far worse than it was to begin with: one two-bit tyrant in power in the Middle East. And now, thanks to the Bush Administration and all its conflicted interests, the United States is like a little Dutch boy with his thumb in the dike holding back a devastating flood. Ultimately, we have no choice but to leave. It's now a matter of when it is most convenient to leave.

This from today's story on the GOP turning its back on bringing the troops home:

"Nobody wants our troops out of Iraq more than I do, countered Rep. C.W. Bill Young of Florida, who sought unsuccessfully to scuttle the timeline for a troop withdrawal. "But we can't afford to turn over Iraq to al-Qaida."

In the Senate, after weeks of skirmishing, Republicans easily turned back Democratic legislation requiring a troop withdrawal to begin within 120 days. The measure set no fixed deadline for completion of the redeployment, but set a goal of March 31, 2008. The vote was 50-48 against the measure, 12 short of the 60 needed for passage.

Labels: blogs, buzz, Capitol Hill, death, Democrats, GOP, House, Iraq, news, politics, Senate, the United States, troops, US, war, Writing

Random Nation, Part 4

You know that tired old phrase, "Think Globally, Act Locally"? Yeah, well, Seattle is just the sort of overly-polite ostentatiously-progressive community that embracing such pap. Seattle is front and center on the Flip Flop Girl radar at the moment. So, I will take my Random Nation rambling onto local concerns, namely Seattle's ongoing growing pains as it struggles to become the "big city" it may never have been meant to be. I mean, of all the West Coast cities, Seattle still retains much of its quaint and backward ways which actually can be attractive. It's by no means a sleepy nowhere town but it does lack the infrastructure of better planned cities. The main problem? A backward and limited public transit system. We have buses, of course. It's an aging fleet of buses and, depending on the bus route, you'd have to wonder how a city like Seattle gets away with it. We have no rapid transit system and who knows when we will. We've had numerous voter referendums which have led to voters asking for both an elevated and a light rail system (we want it all!) but the details are still very murky as to how all this will come about.

Currently, the big issue has been what to do about replacing the Alaskan Way Viaduct which is a long stretch of elevated freeway overlooking the Seattle harbor and which provides something of a backup for the main interstate highway. Since our last big earthquake in 2001, the concern has been growing about replacing this entire rickety structure. The mayor, who is in the hip pocket of developers with the classic "big city" dreams for Seattle, had been strongly pushing for a "big city" concept, a tunnel. The state wanted a new viaduct structure similar to the old one. Hybrids of the two were considered. And then there was talk of a third way: getting rid of the viaduct and creating more surface traffic, basically adding more lanes for cars. Supposedly this would open up the view for everyone of our beautiful Puget Sound. This whole debate finally came to a head and the matter was put up to the voters to decide and they decided they liked this "third way" option. Little is known about how this third way would be implemented since it came in late to the debate but this is typical about how things get done in Seattle.

As I was waiting for my daily buzz of java, I overheard a couple discussing another less flashy but very relevant aspect of our traffic problems. They were saying that it's sad that Seattle, a software capital of the world, should have such an antiquated traffic light system. And I think they're spot on about this. They think it hasn't changed any since World War II. I wouldn't be surprised. One guy was telling the other, "It's a very simple electrical system, not much different from the on and off technology used to turn on your light in your home. I mean, why can't Seattle have a computerized system like cities in Europe have been using for decades?" That's a good question.

Don't get me wrong about Seattle. It's a very pleasant place to be but you have so many interests bent on exploiting it from investors and developers to all the creepy marketing people trying to suck out the soul of everything they touch.

Labels: blogs, buzz, marketing, politics, pop culture, random, Seattle, trends, viaduct, Writing

Brazilian women carry sugarcane stalks while holding a
'Bush Go Home' banner during a protest against the
visit by U.S. President George W. Bush, scheduled to
arrive later in the day for the first leg of a tour of
five Latin American countries, along Sao Paulo's
Paulista Avenue March 8, 2007. REUTERS/Sergio Moraes (BRAZIL)

Random Nation, Part 3

America, that big bad superpower, is a random nation, a dysfunctional nation with a virtual monopoly on spreading a toxic notion of how we see the world and how the world sees "us," the United States, and how the world sees itself.

Can a world leader help? Nelson Mandela comes to mind. I like the idea of Barak Obama, if we're talking potential "leader of the free world" sort of thing. It's still hard to say if he'll rise to the challenge and, if so, if he'll be given a chance. Will reality and idealism share enough common ground?

To live in such a fractured world is definitely a challenge in so many ways.

Of course, much of what makes the world go around can be cast in a more hopeful light, not just spin for special interests.

Some reality is what it is. Can you say, global warming?

What nation contributes the most to global warming? That would be the last superpower in this endgame.

So, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the starts as was said over radio waves for too many years.

Labels: blogs, Brazil, Bush, commentary, feet, politics, pop culture, random, Writing

Random Nation Part Two

So what do we call ourselves this time? "The YouTube Generation" sounds about right. WIRED, in it's current cover story, comes close to saying, "The Bite-Sized Generation." I am still holding onto calling these times, "The Random Generation" or use the term, "Random Nation."

From the mailbag, I got this recent post that I'll go ahead and quote from. It's in response to my post, "Open Toes, The Beauty of it All!":

Talk about overcomplicating. Indeed, it is a pop song of the Nelly type, who has a similar poppy song devoted to open toeds, targeted at the -just wanna have fun- teen to 30 something female, and anyone who likes feet really. It should be known by now after countless mentioning of feet surrounding Mcphee, she loves them. I saw her on Tyra Bank's show and Trya (Chingy's foot girl) took off her shoes for some reason and showed them to Mcphee, then she said "you have pretty feet". Right then I noticed her eyes alone immediately turned to the crowd as her head followed in the same way when someone says something and they are unsure how or if they will be judged or also when ego is checking if relation is apparent, kind of like when someone lies but thats just because the crowd was directly to her right side. Well her expression was cheekier than usual and to me thats enough proof. I hear Tyra is pregnant and due, also think its Chingy's, also think they only hooked up because of her feet, now isnt that a stupid reason to bring a kid into this world

Well, this won't be the first time we have a child born from excess.

We live in an ultra-narcissistic age.

Reality and fantasy collide at more rapid intervals.

Here is where I think a discussion of Hyperreality would prove useful. And, if you're going to go to Baudrillard, then you must go to McLuhan as well. I haven't gotten any takers on views regarding Marshall McLuhan yet. I'm just wondering if people are familiar with him at all given that he once was truly a household name.

Here is where I think the foot becomes a far more interesting symbol. It can represent excess. But it can also represent a coming back to reality in a spiritual and grounded sense. If you think of the '60s, for instance, you can clearly see the foot back then as a symbol of the age: excess commingling with spirituality.

Labels: Baudrillard, blogs, celebrity, feet, foot fetish, hyperreality, images, Marshall McLuhan, philosophy, pop culture, social studies, society, television, text, video, Writing

Labels: blogs, buzz, capitalism, commerce, foot fetish, images, Marshall McLuhan, Mary Poppins, pop culture, random, sex, text, trends, video, Writing, youth

Flip Flop Girl List: Television

We'll have to take a closer look at televison and shape up a list sometime. I know. I just started thinking about a music list and now I'm onto the tube. Well, there's no rush. We're having fun with this. I think the problem is keeping track of all the foot references that are made now. I suggest we look as far back as we can and go from there. I'm pretty sure there were no foot references made on the first TV show ever, "The Milton Berle Show" but I could be wrong. Maybe Uncle Miltie painted is nails when he went on in drag but I doubt it.

You'll love this: I think I once spotted the earliest, if not the first, sort of foot fetish-related scene on television, at least American televison: it's an episode of "Leave it to Beaver" where the Beaver's school teacher visits his home. This is very disorienting for the dim little boy. He can only stare at Mrs. Landers and is besides himself when he's left alone with her in the living room as the parents attend to dinner. Lo and behold, the Beaver is riveted to her feet. She is wearing open toe pumps. He can only stare. He's never seen his teacher out of school let alone in such shoes or, God forbid, seen her toes. All this, of course, makes the young woman unconfortable and she manages to jar the boy out of his trance by talking about homework or some such thing.




Perhaps Theodore Cleaver represents middle America at mid-century, all bloated and innocent, oblivious to what lay beyond its suburban prison. And Mrs. Landers is the Other. She represents Sin. She represents the sophisticated outside world that chubby little boys like the Beaver may only dare to fantasize about.

Discuss amongst yourselves. And let me know if you find a clip or any info about that particular episode and any and all of your favorite moments from FEET TV.

Labels: blogs, commentary, criticism, feet, foot fetish, open toes, pop culture, sex, televison, Writing

Open Toes, The Beauty of it All!

My new best blogger friend, Paolo, clued me into a major foot find coming from, of all places, American Idol and, baby, this is HUGE. I mean, this truly rings my bell. This is Paolo's response for my call for foot songs(see my post with the Ludacris pic):

I just thought you might be interested in checking out the new song "Open Toes" by last year's American Idol finalist Katherine McPhee. I'm not a big fan of the song itself -- it's slick, blandly over-produced dance-pop. It would be totally forgettable, other than the fact that it blatantly celebrates the desirability of a pedicure displayed via the eponymous footwear. Have a look for yourself.

I find the choice of words particularly interesting, because McPhee went barefoot several times duirng her run on the show, ostensibly for comfort. But with the release of this cut, it's pretty obvious that she clearly recognized the appeal of a cute pair of feet (even if she wasn't actually the one who penned the lyrics in question -- I still need to verify that part).

Here are some of the best lines from this amazing piece of pop magic:

Hey let's go
If they're not too high
Too low
I'll take them home
In purple, red, or gold
Cuz I know them boys
They like
Those open toes

Jeans all black
Hair slicked back
Baseball cap
Still cute in my open toes
Mini skirt
Feet don't hurt
Just a flirt
Too cute in my open toes
Work or play
Night or day
Do my thing
Too cute in my open toes
Never too many open toes
A girl needs plenty open toes

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

I'm lovin' these sling-back shoes
I like the way they stay loose
I could wear them all day
And listen to the click-clack
Shoes like this make me hate flats
Swipe that card I'm good
Another pair in leather and wood
I'm a sucker for a name-brand
Skip the rack
And stick to the game plan

Hey let's go
If they're not too high
Too low
I'll take them home
(I'll take them home)
In purple, red, or gold
Cuz I know them boys
They like those open toes
Those open toes

Labels: American Idol, blogs, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, mules, music, open toes, pedicures, pop culture, pumps, slingbacks, toes, Writing

Flip Flop Girl Recommends Getting Boinked

Hey everybody, I hope you're all having a fun and sexy day. I feel so good from my head to my toes! Yes, I'm feeling like I'm ready to tackle anything. Spring is around the corner and I'm wearing flip flops more and more. Still a little cold but we're almost there. I have a lot to say. As I said in my last post, I'm going to say it any way I feel like saying it! I do hold back sometimes. Trust me, I do even if it sounds kinda wild. I am a very exuberant person: very loving, very generous, very much alive. And so I try my best to animate my stories with an extra sexy charge at times. Other times, it's coming to you pretty much straight as it happened with some modifications. And, as I said, I do this to protect people and as a firm believer in artistic license. All in all, I just ask that you have a little faith and enjoy yourself and take from it what you will.

One reason I feel so good is my discovery of such a beautiful sex-positive magazine, Boink coming to you from Boston University and made up of real college students letting it all hang out in a very sensual and honest way. So, yeah, if you're in the area, buy a copy there, or just purchase it from their site.

Another reason that I'm feeling good is that I'm still with my boyfriend and we've made plans to go to LA for awhile. It will be nice to get away from the intensely grey skies of Seattle. Anyone from Seattle? You know what I mean. The grey skies have been attributed to the high suicide rate in this region. At least above average. One of the main venues for suicides is the Aurora Bridge overlooking the canal. That is actually right where my old boyfriend works, in that corporate complex nearby. Anyway, there is a lot about Seattle that I identify with Simon and I still think he and I will need to talk sometime in the future for better closure or whatever might happen. I want to give Thad more of a chance since he's really come through for me and I think a different locale for us to hang out and relax will be good for us.

Do you want to hear a quick and dirty foot fetish story? Okay, this is as true to the event as I can get. This happened the other day between Thad and me. He doesn't know about my blog so that helps me just blurt this out. It's not that bad anyway. We were together in bed just playing. I asked asked him if he was into food sex. He shrugged and then looked curious. I had just stocked up on groceries and had much of what I needed lined up for the week: all my juices, water, milk, yogurt....hmmm, yogurt. So, I ask him, "How about if you bring me a yogurt from the fridge?"

"Strawberry or vanilla?" is what I hear from a distance.

"Vanilla!"

Okay, you get the picture. We dipped a little hear and a little there, drizzled a little everywhere. His cock is very cute with a dollop of vanilla custard. And, of course, my toes are extra nutritous and delicious with some cream on top!

So, I recommend a copy of Boink and some yogurt and your lover of choice.

That's all for now. I have a busy day ahead. Anyway, I'm back and better than ever!

Labels: Boink, Boston University, coeds, college, cream, erotica, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, magazine, pop culture, publishing, sex, spring, toes, Writing, yogurt

Flip Flop Girl on Writing

It can be a challenge to bring to life all of my ideas and stories to you in an organized and coherent manner. Sometimes I wonder if I've packaged things too much. I'm not a born writer but I suppose I aspire to at least be a good writer. I think it can be said that my worst error is in trying too hard to set things down. Ironically, in doing so, I rob them of their essence. That is what I'm after: getting to an essential truth. I have embellished and altered life events to protect people and to attempt to create something more from all the randomness. Maybe I've gone over the top in attempting to make a point.

I am still developing my own voice. Maybe my voice is annoying. Maybe it doesn't sound authentic enough. Maybe I shouldn't try so hard. I don't know. I could just wrap this up and chalk it up as a good experiment. I'd prefer to continue..at least for a little bit longer. I remember this criticism of Sinclair Lewis. His friends said that, compared to his natural speech, his books were far too stilted. Why, they asked, couldn't he be more natural in his writing? I can understand that as regards my own writing. I can have fun at a club with friends, for instance, and get caught up in conversations, whatever, but most of it doesn't sound like stuff that adds up to very much. When I try to write a story, I want to pare down a lot of that chatter and clutter but maybe I'm paring down too much as I do feel I might be trying too hard to set down some official record of what happened, etc.

As always, I do welcome your comments. Lately, I've been getting some comments that leave me wondering for the best answer. You know who you are. Feel free to contact me at an email address I've created just for this purpose:

flipflopgirlblog@gmail.com

And I'll talk to all of you later.

Labels: blogs, creativity, journals, love, pop culture, sex, Writing

Flip Flop Girl Gets Her Freak On

For us foot lovers, and for anyone who loves sex, this photo of Madonna is simply amazing!!!

If that photo were turned into a statue, I would pray at its altar. I would be kneeling down and the soles of my feet would be fully exposed. And I'd have my boyfriend lick them.

All this reminds me of where I left off with my story....

So, I'm not nearly ready to stop posting about my hot lover, Brian. I'd say we knew we had found something really good between us and we were going to hold onto it and enjoy it. I can't say I fell into deep love with him but we sure had the deep lust down. Hey, it was high school....

I remember so clearly that morning the two of us finally going at it in the newspaper lab.

"Hmmm, Brian, so that's how you interview all your subjects?"

"This is going to be an on-going interview. I see a book in your future."

Funny that he said he saw a book in my future. This was definitely a whole new chapter for me as I gave into my desires with a partner on the same page.

"Eat my pussy."

He gently lapped away.

"Hold my feet."

He rubbed the soles and kept kissing and sucking.

"Suck my toes."

He obeyed.

We could sense some movement outside and looked at each other. He gave me a long kiss on the mouth.

We were still naked and all over each other.

"Sit down on the floor."

There he sat. His gorgeous cock still so hard. The condom full of his cum lying right next to him.

"Lift up your foot, babe."

I started lapping away at his foot. And sucking on his big toe. We were about to start in on a whole new love-making session when we could clearly hear people outside.

"Sweetie, we better get dressed..."

He reached over and kissed me again. I remember it seeming to last oh so long but it was likely no more than a few seconds. I remember him helping me up. That was a very nice touch. I remember us helping each other find our clothes and my starting to feel like we had entered into something. I did like him. He was there for me as I discovered so much more about myself.

Labels: blogs, erotica, first love, foot fetish, high school, lust, Madonna, sex, Writing

Flip Flop Girl recommends Gawker

Depending on your taste and your blog activity, you may or may not already know about Gakwer so, if this is new to you, go check it out. I figure that if you like my stuff, you'll get into this. I happen to love New York and books and gossip and Gawker rolls all three into something fun. And it is constantly being updated by its team of literary star-stuck brats that you will love to hate or love to love. I will also mention that Skip, one of the writers, has me interested in this new literary magazine, n+1 which you can find out about right here and which I should have looked at before asking him how to subscribe.

Labels: blogs, fun, Gawker, gossip, hype, journalism, literary, New York, press, tabloids, Writing

Flip Flop Girl's Life: Back to Brian, More of our Sexcapades

Okay, in the big picture, this wasn't that long ago but it wasn't yesterday either. I was seventeen. It was my senior year. It was back in 1998. I remember being into Busta Rhymes. I remember my favorite movie was The Dreamlife of Angels. That and Rushmore. And I remember feeling pretty content and maybe a little full of myself. I had matched myself up with this boy who was really hot and who satisfied all my growing sexual needs. Looking back, he didn't have the dark and brooding, and frankly more interesting, qualities of David. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to look back. David was long gone from my life. I didn't want to open any wounds and we kept away from each other so well that it should have scared me a little. Now, with Brian, he was someone so full of confidence. Full of a great deal of confidence, maybe more so than promise but these were details I was willing to overlook. That first "interview" had cut deep inside me and I'd become addicted to the thrill. I was a very good student but, beyond school, all I could think of was more ways of getting it on with him.

I must tell you that to have your special kink suddenly indulged by a sweet stranger does things to you that you can't expect or know how to fully process until much time has passed. Right then, with Brian, all I wanted was more of the same. I wanted my naked feet dangling from my desk at school and he strategically running his hand by them during class. And, more than anything, I wanted to go back to that "interview." Yes, the "interview," as he called it, became a big thing for me right away and I know he got lost in it too. It wasn't but a few days later that we found each other back where we started. He called me the night before and said rather sheepishly that he had a few more questions for me for his article and wanted to know if I would be interested in stopping by the lab the next morning.

"Do you want to suck my toes?" I aksed, all sultry and insolent.

"That could be a big part of the interview. We'll have to see."

"Do you like the way my feet look? The toes so long and elegant, all so perfectly formed, all crowned with such beautiful nails. The skin so creamy. Every inch of skin a pure delight."

"Rachel, are we having phone sex?"

"Yeah."

"I want to feel your soles against my face..."

"Are you jerking off already?"

"It didn't take much to get me going."

"Maybe you should save it for tomorrow."

"What did you have in mind?"

"It depends on how things go."

"How is that?"

"As long as we don't get caught."

"Are you going to hold back like last time if you get scared?"

"No. I mean, if we get caught, we get caught. We'd be forced to stop."

"Oh, Rachel, I'd keep fucking no matter what. There could be the principal right behind me trying to pull me off you and I'd just keep going until I spurt."

"You better bring a condom."

"God, it's so ready to cum right now."

"Go ahead, I don't want you to be too overworked."

"Pretend you have both of my feet right up against your face. You can smell them all you like. How do they smell?"

"They're sweaty and I love it!"

"How do they taste?"

"Like pure honey!"

"Like what?"

"Honey!"

"Keep sucking that honey, honey."

"Oh, Rachel, I think I'm going to..."

"See ya tomorrow."

We got off to as early a start as possible. Brian had a key to the lab and so we were able to get a head start on everyone. We knew we didn't have much time and we knew what we wanted. It was such an awesome thrill. We hadn't seen each other totally naked yet so we got high off that as we stripped off the moment we got inside that classroom. He started sucking on my tits and I grabbed for his cock. It was even bigger than I thought it was. I couldn't wait to suck on it. I knelt down and took it into my mouth. He groaned and even gasped a little. I remember squeezing his ass while I sucked. Then I layed down on the floor and raised both of my feet up in the air. He knelt down and started lapping away at the soles as he jerked off. Aw, it was like an out-of-body experience. It was so intense and we started to lose track of time. I didn't like what I was doing in the sense of it being so reckless but that also made it so much sweeter for me. When I finally saw him wrap his dick in a condom, I felt such a relief to know we weren't completely insane! He pounded away with just the right pressure and managed to keep going long enough for me to cum once, twice, maybe more. It was needed. I felt release...so much so that I felt I'd gotten it out of my system. It was the best morning in school I'd ever had!

Labels: blogs, erotica, feet, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, journals, kinky, pop culture, sex, toes, Writing, young, youth

Ludacris has a Foot Fetish

Although Ludacris does refer to a foot fetish in his music, his songs don't stray too far from the "I wanna kiss you from your head to your toes" sort of thing. That said, his music is, no doubt, very hot.

I can't think of any popular songs that get really close to a foot fetish theme. Some are almost there, like Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me" from Hysteria: "...sticky sweet from your head, to your feet..." That's hot and satisfies a freaky foot thing while managing to keep a little distance--not an easy feat, ha, ha. Maybe I don't need a song just about feet--or maybe I do but there are none to be had. Within the established "head to toe" framework, there is much that can be done and it is good to keep some context. There's that one country song I'm thinking of with the guy all in awe of his girlfriend, all her charms, who happens to look lovely in her flip flops or something like that. That's kinda cool.

Sexy music with a "head to toe" vibe is fine. Like Madonna's "Dress You Up" from Like a Virgin.

Can you think of some songs like that? Or any songs with a footsie thing going on? Are there any songs you can think of that are just about a foot fetish? I may end up starting up a new list. We could probably get up to 20 fairly quick. Let me know what you think.

Labels: blogs, feet, flip flops, foot fetish, Ludacris, music, pop culture, pop music, rap, rock, sex, toes, Writing

Sex, Flip Flops, Flipolious Fun, More About Brian

Okay everybody, take a breath, and make yourself extra comfortable. Yes, it's true, Brian knew how to ring a young girl's bell. He knew how to touch the right spots. And, once the die was cast with that first encounter in the newspaper lab, the two of us couldn't keep our hands off each other. We must have tried every sexual position in every conceivable space by the time we had our fill. We became fast friends and fast lovers all at once and it was as good as it could get in high school. I don't think I ever wondered if that was as good as it was ever going to get or anything like that at the time. It was very zen being with Brian.

Oh Brian, it makes me shudder to think sometimes that so much came at me at once way back then. Ah, let me see, let me pick up where I left off. So, we had some quick fun that first time he invited me for an "interview." We went out that same night and it was awesome. We had seen each other and heard about each other enough where it was easy to slide into a very friendly situation. He was very funny and warm and took charge right away: had his arm around me and it wasn't one of those having to look into my eyes and wonder if I was "his girl." The body language, the heat, whatever it was, was on full tilt. Looking back on it, it was really remarkable considering this was still high school. I don't know if I ever really got to know him inside and out. It was more like we knew we were meant to pair up right then for however long we wanted to be together. And it looked like we had no inhibitions to shed. Once we found a cozy spot to park, he jokingly said he was ready to continue with "the interview." This became a running joke which, although not particularly funny, was okay by me.

I had been in flip flops, of course, so I just scooted over and raised my foot to his chest. We were still in his car and it was another impulsive moment. He cradled my foot in his big arms and my foot felt all warm and toasty. He ran his fingers in between the flip flop and my toes and down the sole. And finally slid my flip flop off my foot. I pressed my toes against his fingers and he squeezed. Then I lifted my foot up and he took it into his mouth.

"Brian, go ahead and unzip your fly"

He obeyed and out came such a beautiful dick in need of some air!

"Don't stop licking....and sucking..."

He didn't need me to tell him what to do but he liked it, I'm sure.

All of this was so surreal in a way: cutting to the chase as we did, finding a new route to ecstasy. I think we both felt like we'd discovered something new. Neither of us had done anything quite like this before, I'm sure of it, and that just added to the bond we were forming.

"Brian, let me try this..."

Without missing a beat, we got into comfortable enough positions where I had both feet on his dick. It was a little cramped, of course, but we were charged up enough where we didn't care. Again, just like the newspaper lab, I was turned on and anxious about getting caught one way or another. I remember stroking him faster in hopes he would go ahead and cum. But sometimes faster is not better. And just as I was letting up to ready myself for some slow and smooth moves, he came all over my feet. I remember being so turned on by that and wanting to take it further. I wasn't going to take off any of my clothes right then. And I quickly wondered what he'd do if I put a cum-streaked foot to his face.

Oh, I went ahead and did it--I really did it and didn't care what happened. I put my foot right up to his mouth, the cum still glistening. He moved ever closer and ran his tongue up a line of his freshly squeezed juice. It makes me quiver just to think about it. There was no need for any comments right after that. He liked it. I liked it. I moved my feet away and let out a deep sigh.

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Flip Flop Girl Warming up to Anna Nicole Smith

I hope everyone is enjoying my current Anna Nicole jag. She really does fit right in with my musings on how we consume sex. I find myself warming up to her too. I can't say that there's any spin doctor who can possibly turn Anna Nicole into Marilyn Monroe, who she identified with, but I do believe now that, under the right circumstances, Anna Nicole comes off looking like a star as in her exquisite cover photo in the above Playboy. She cant' be elevated to the status of Marilyn Monroe for a number of reasons which should be obvious. But, at the same time, I do see her as an undisputed sex symbol. She was a "supermodel" in her own right replacing Claudia Schiffer as the model for Guess Jeans. And she was Playmate of the Year, 1993. These are not meager accomplishments.

No doubt, the spotlight became extremely harsh for poor Anna Nicole.

If Anna Nicole had fallen in with the right people, perhaps she could have attained more. I think of Dorothy Stratten, a very beautiful girl, another Playboy Playmate of the Year (1980), who became the lover of famed director Peter Bogdanovich and appears in his film, They All Laughed, 1981. Nothing more was asked of Dorothy but that she just be herself in all her radiant beauty. She gets to charm the camera with her presence. And when she is the victim of a tragic death, it is Bogdanovich who tells her story. There was no Peter Bogdanovich in Anna Nicole's life.

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Flip Flop Girl: Another Pop Culture Snapshot

Hello there, I was just thinking again about the mess we seem to be in regarding our collective mindset, full to the gills with pop culture, at least in western society, specifically American. Still pondering poor Anna Nicole, the latest victim of our tabloid nation feeding frenzy. Good that we have artists that help us see the big picture. A perfect example is Charlie Chaplin who remains quite relevant in his world view.

I just saw a film that seemed to put our perpetual pop culture circus in its place. It is A King in New York. This was Charlie Chaplin's last film in which he also stars. I take this straight from Wikipedia: "A King in New York is a 1957 film directed by and starring Charlie Chaplin in his last starring role, which presents a satirical view of certain aspects of United States politics and society. The film was produced in Europe after Chaplin's exile from the US in 1952. It did not open in the United States until the early 1970's."

How interesting that this film wasn't allowed into the US until 1973. It took that long, a whole generation, before the United States was ready for the sort of satire that Chaplin delivered which is not heavy-handed but quite sensible! Nice how a mild approach can still sting some people! And those same sorts are still among us today--just take a look at the Bush White House and the right wing blogosphere! Basically, Chaplin is asking for tolerance and understanding during the McCarthy Communist witchhunt. What makes this film so beautiful is that he is also doing so much more than that!

Get this: The plot really takes off when Chaplin's character, the exiled King Shahdov, is the victim of a reality TV prank!

King Shahdov is forced to leave his country after a revolution and makes it to New York only to find his assets have been stolen. Broke and desperate, the king is forced to become a spokesperson. Clumsy and befuddled, his mistakes make him more and more popular to where the public will buy anything he endorses.

To look good for television, the king is willing to try plastic surgery which distorts his features and leaves him unable to form real expressions. Lucky for him, the procedure is reversible and he gets his old face back!

Meanwhile, Americans are caught up in a patriotic frenzy that leaves them suspicious of each other and vulnerable to government and media manipulation.

As a leader of a small and struggling nation, the king feels that atomic energy might prove the key to improving his country's fortunes but he is forever being suspected of actually wanting to create weapons of mass destruction.

Despite it all, the king is still optimistic about America and can see a time when the balance of power will return.

What do you think?! See this film! And totally as an aside, there is even a little scene where Chaplin is engaging in a little foot play with Dawn Addams! Very cute.

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