The Flip Flop Girl

Oh, Eliot, What Have You Wrought?

This from Time.com:

On a day of heavy ironies for one of America's most prominent and promising politicians, there was this: the prostitution ring that New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer allegedly patronized was called the Emperors Club VIP. It was the governor's own imperial mien, after all, that will make this fall from grace particularly bruising.

And here's a good link to the whole sordid
tale of falling from grace.

Well, what can I say. This is the sort of news story that knocks my flip flops off!!

This has everything people! And, after thinking it over, I think Eliot needs to chill out and plan his next move. Hopefully that won't include jail time for this character but it might. All things considered, I think one thing Spitzer needs to do is decide now if he can go ahead and crossover to the other side where all the fun he so desires appears to be. This guy's life story has already crossed over to the entertainment news whether he's ready or not. But, if he is honest with himself, maybe he needs to find himself on some talk show or some other razzle dazzle pursuit. This has worked for former Cincinnati mayor Jerry Springer although he got his name into the tabloids after he'd left politics and got into show business, right? Well, more than likely, Spitzer is not as daring and will gradually fade away and do all he can to rebuild his reputation in the same vein as another sex scandal fool, Gary Hart, which will mean writing bogus academic books in the coming years. Hey, his wife seems to support him. She encouraged him to fight on as governor! So, maybe that's the state of shock talking or maybe Mrs. Spitzer is simply putting things into perspective. The man will want to do something. I just don't think it's necessary for him to continue a charade of being one thing when he'd love to be another. He would be doing everyone a favor by getting a divorce.

I mean, if Eliot really would rather be in the Playboy mansion than the governor's mansion, he really should go ahead and make it happen and he could at the snap of a finger. The tragedy for this guy is that he's too afraid to do it.

In Eliot's mind, he could hold the masses up to one standard as the crime busting "Mr. Clean" while he could indulge in the very thing that he, "Mr. Clean," was suppose to be fighting against. Was he disillusioned in his work? Are the trappings of power all a sham to him? Who is the really Eliot? Well, it would be pretty hard for him to distance himself from all the tradition bound circles he travels in although the man has managed to live a double life. As do any number of other powerful men. It's interesting that he has not been caught in a true affair but instead found to be "Client 9." Wow, from "Mr. Clean" to "Client 9." Which is closer to the real Eliot? Which is closer to the real America with its collectively uptight views on sex?

What is totally wrong, beyond the fact he's found paying for it and all, is that he appears to have wanted to push things further and have sweet little Ashley engage in some unsafe sex acts. How far did this guy want to sink? So, here he is putting his loyal wife at risk! That to me, is the last and final straw. Maybe there's more to the story here but I don't think so. Sure, Ashley must have been the highest end call girl you can get but that doesn't guarantee she couldn't possibly have an STD. Or how about the risk of getting this aspiring singer pregnant?

Well, it's all over now and Ashley seems more than ready to collect her fifteen minutes of fame and then some. Who knows, maybe once the smoke has cleared, that's what Eliot should do and provide us with whatever type of entertainment sideshow he'd like to partake in. It certainly worked out for Dick Morris. Remember that infamous toe-sucker? I've done some research and this man really fell from grace but the public-at-large seemed to take only so much notice or didn't want to know too many details about his paying to suck the toes of a high end call girl. Was it Ashley? No, she would have still been in grade school. For those of you who don't know, Dick Morris was Bill Clinton's top adviser and coined the term, "triangulate," in other words, finding ways to work both sides of the political spectrum to the middle or something like that. Anyhow, Dick Morris, the supposed political wizard, got caught in his own sex scandal drama but today enjoys a regular presence on the talk show circuit. I've seen him. No one ever mentions toe-sucking to him. So, why not Eliot? Give him some time. He might still come around. Not most likely to happen but this guy is full of surprises.

Labels: Ashley Alexandra Dupre, Dick Morris, Eliot Spitzer, news, politics, pop culture, sex scandal, toe sucking

What Do Toes Taste Like?

It's a question that comes up now and then. I'm not bringing up the subject all the time. I don't even bring it up all the time on my blog but I thought I'd hit it straight on today! Yeah, I seem to find myself with some spare time to goof off. Maybe not as much as my "lifecaster" friend, Justine, but a good amount comes my way when I need it. And, while on the subject of Justine, I wonder if she should talk about subjects like feet and toe sucking, just to spice things up, ya know? I'm not asking her to suck her toes for all to see, although that could work for her show. Anyway, toes, toes, toes. What do they taste like? Here's the thing. We're going to do this together. Prepare to close your eyes, after closing yours eyes, take a deep breathe, imagine me next to you, I give out a little moan and ask if you want to play and place my big toe next to your mouth, you open your mouth and take it in and start to suck, now, just as you're imagining all of that awesome goodness, quickly put your thumb in your mouth and start to suck it. This is what toes taste like. I'm serious. It's just the same as licking or sucking your fingers. Why should it be so different, right? I mean, I know, feet can get sweaty and that can turn on some people but not me especially. If you take good care of your feet, then no problem. I hope this clears things up for some of you. A lot of you already know this but it's fun to talk about, isn't it? Oh, one last thing, if you don't have a mate to suck toes with, by all means, suck your own toes! Again, I'm serious. This is a whole issue to itself but it's really not a big deal. I'm not saying I do this all the time. It's just one of those things that can be fun, like anything else in life, right?

Labels: barefeet, blogs, feet, foot fetish, fun, Justin TV, Justine, pop culture, reality tv, sex, summer, talk, toe sucking

The Willendorf Factor

We all know about the Venus of Willendorf back from art school, right? Well, a lot of you do. And, if you don't, I'll give you a heads up. The Venus of Willendorf is a really tiny little piece of art that was discovered in, well, Willendorf, wherever that is, somewhere in Bavaria. Anyhow, the significant thing about the Venus of Willendorf is that she has massive tits as well as a very big pronounced vagina. The theory goes that the artist was creating a fertility symbol and that he was focusing on these powerful and practical symbols of motherhood. So, I was just thinking what it is that we today focus on. We've totally messed with this original symbol. As a society, as far as female symbols go, we value thin young women. We still value sex but not so much motherhood. And I think of how we've placed so much attention on sex and how we constantly hungry for new stimulation. So, in come the girls in flip flops. As we navigate through our days, sex on the brain at a relentless pace, we place an incredibly high value of anything titilating. It's a dance played by the observer and the one in the role of object observed. We outright desire the stimulation. It doesn't matter if flip flops aren't especially practical footwear. It gives us a chance to see more skin, and more vulnerable highly sensitive skin. Hey, it's the Willendorf Factor as far as I'm concerned. If our primitive ancestors needed fertility images to console them, it makes perfect sense that we need to see and/or wear something ultra-sexy that get us deep inside to get through our crazy days.

Labels: a really bad foot fetish in a good way, feet, fertility, hyperreality, kinky sex, open toes, sex, symbols, toe sucking, Venus of Willendorf

Flip Flop Girl Finds Flip Flop Boy

It was in my senior year that I really came around to becoming the flip flop girl I am today. I think my chickens came home to roost, as they say. All the things that were burning inside me, all my desires, all my fantasies, had to be met head on. There was no turning back. I was a glorious young woman in full bloom and in full command of whatever her heart desired. Nothing really left to stop me. I had gotten to taste two extremes in boy action: one wild but stupid and the other mild, maybe distant, leaving me wanting more. That fall, I set aside my Doc Martens, and started out the year in some hellishly red flip flops with hot red nail polish to match. I was on fire and I wanted people to know it. I was smart, as smart as a teenager could be I thought, but I also wanted to shake things up and do it on my terms.


Having said that, I do regret that I didn't make things work with David. At the time, I put a lot of it off on him. I was going with my feelings and my feelings were very strong. In the end, if you can't trust your gut, what do you have, right? Well, I certainly wasn't being logical and even-tempered about it. I was working from some deep-seated passions that weren't being met. That's how I felt at the time. And when you're a teen in heat, you sometimes can't think straight. All of this fire within me led me to Brian, a guy who was cool without trying. He was handsome, athletic, and a quick wit. He also seemed to know what he was doing. There was no awkwardness with him. I remember thinking about him while I was still with David. I remember contemplating somehow getting to know him. And then, on that first day of class, he walked up to me. He said he was continuing on as part of the staff for our school paper and he wanted to do a profile on me. It was perfect. He said he liked my illustrations from last year's yearbook and even wondered if I might want to join the newspaper staff. Well, whatever he asked, I was going to say yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Then he put the icing on the cake. He looked down at my feet and smiled. "You have very pretty feet." Oh, my god. Guys had said that but not the right guy and Brian was looking very much like the right guy! And things only got better. They got better really fast.

Brian asked if I'd like to meet him in our newspaper lab for the interview the next day before classes started. Of course I would! I didn't see him again until that next morning. It was so exciting to finally start in on something with him. I knew it was suppose to just be an interview but I also knew that most of these high school features were just fun fluff: a chance to flirt, gossip, or whatever. I had applied a new coat of candy apple red to my toes and offset it with hot pink flip flops. I distinctly remember he couldn't get his eyes off my feet the moment I walked in the door. The feeling was so intense it gives me goose bumps even today, considering what happened next.

We made ourselves comfortable at a long table with chairs facing each other. I had a feeling I could do just about anything and Brian didn't let me down. Without thinking, I pushed my feet up and plopped them down on his lap. "Brian, before we do anything, I really could use a foot massage." He kept looking at my feet. I wiggled my toes, the flip flops starting to come loose. He took hold of both my feet.

"Rachel, you do have such pretty feet. How did you know I would appreciate them?"

"You told me yourself yesterday!"

"I did start to say that. But I didn't say how much."

"Show me."

This is what did it for me.

He slid off one flip flop and raised my foot to his face.

"They smell like roses."

I giggled. I wasn't sure what would happen next. I was coming close to being on the edge of my seat.

He still had the flip flop in his hand. I think he was rubbing it between his fingers.

"Rachel, I'm really turned on."

I felt like I was at the height of sophistication. I felt invincable. It was like the two of us were having a good laugh on everyone else. We knew something no one else did. We were hot. We were horny. And we were smart as hell.

He pressed my foot to his mouth and started lapping away like a dog. I scrunched up my toes and he licked all the little crevices. I spread my toes and he licked everywhere in between. I was shaking. I was wet. I couldn't believe how lucky I could be. I needed this so bad. Brian. Yes. He had unlocked a door that was going to stay open from now on.

This was only the start. I knew it was only going to get better but not necessarily right then. I pulled my foot away.

"Oh, Brian, you don't know how much I needed that. But I want to hold back, ease back."

"You're right, Rachel. This is new for me too. I mean, like this, just out of the blue."

"I just don't want us to get caught being stupid about things."

"I know."

And I'm glad I put the brakes on it when I did just to let him know I wasn't some out-of-control nympho. I wasn't really into living out some porn fantasy once I came to my senses. I'd like to think Brian would have stopped too at some point. But then, just as soon as we had calmed down, I know I started thinking about how hot that was. It left me wanting more and I instinctively felt it left him wanting more too--but in a good way. I know that was my logic. And it worked. It worked very well and led to fullfilling everything I could have wanted back then as we embarked on our new shared path.

Labels: autobiography, blogs, boyfriends, dating, erotica, first love, flip flops, foot fetish, high school, love, sex, toe sucking, toes

Flip Flop Girl: Who Am I, Where Did I Come From, Where Am I Going?

With apologies to Guaguin, these are questions I ask of myself: Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? And I keep asking them and sometimes I get different answers but a pattern emerges and I take notice and I want to write about it and share it with someone.

If you do something long enough, maybe you do start to become the thing you do. If there's any skill that is acquired, that's a bonus. But, you would hope, that your preoccupation is healthy and good for you. I do have a thing for feet. I admit it. But I always want to group it among a whole array of libidinal delights and, just as important, sources of enlightenment. I get high from thinking that the whole world is just under my feet.

I know I clued into this at an early age. I asked my mom and she confirmed that I was an avid toe sucker. That doesn't prove anything, of course. But I just wondered if I did. Some babies might not. Is that possible? Maybe all babies do. I'd have to look into that one. What are my earliest memories? The California sun and the beach. It was inevitable. I made a bond very early: toes in the sand as far back as I can recall. Was it just sensuous or was it sexual too? Well, what do you expect when there are thousands of nerve endings on our feet that are connected to every nerve ending in our bodies? I think if you're a sensual person, like me, you can't ignore this.

Should I fastforward to puberty? I'm thinking what else to say at this stage. I guess I'll be coming back as I make more connections. I can't say that I was over-sexed at an early age. I was more just in touch with the world and myself. I wasn't molested by anyone. I think what I'm saying is actually pretty common. Maybe I'll be the one to get in trouble for being so vocal about it, which really shouldn't be the case. Oh, there's also the fact that I blossomed early, that made it easier for me in some respects to tune in to my sexuality. I was never the wall flower type. So, I had boyfriends early in life, I'd say by the time I was fourteen or fifteen. I consider that early but I suppose it's not. And nothing against being shy. We all learn in our own ways, don't we?

Since I'm The Flip Flop Girl, I should tell you that I have worn flip flops for as long as I can remember! But my mom, the saint that she is, made me always remember to mix up my foot wear with other types of shoes to avoid becoming flat footed! I think she was right. I know she was. Girls make the mistake of living solely in flip flops and lose a lot of arch support. Flat feet are cute but you want to be good to yourself.

I also remember insisting to go barefoot as much as possible. This lasted for a short while, right up to when I nearly cut my foot on some glass. Ouch! And the sidewalk would just get way too hot to pad about in barefeet. I'd still do it sometimes just for the fun of it. I haven't really bothered to do it since childhood. One thing is that we don't have as many nice smooth sidewalks as we used to! At least not in my neighborhood. You'd have to go to a ritzy suburb, like where my parents live, to find a classic sidewalk surface. And, when I visit, I have padded about a little on the sidewalk to get the mail or pace about just a little.

Labels: autobiography, blogs, dating, foot fetish, journal, memoir, toe sucking, Writing