Diary #10: "It's Time"

“I have to believe that no one, deep down, wants to be ashamed of their sexuality. To do so is to damn one’s own humanity!"  more...

Diary #9: "Who's Selling Utopia This Week?"

“Not feminist megacorp. Not a crunchy undie-stand at the farmer’s market, either. Not an anarcho-lingerie collective, though someone ought to get on that one. Which vision are we peddling with our business, anyway?"  more...

Diary #8: "All The Same Freaks?"

“Being in a hotel all weekend that just exuded sexsexsex everywhere, and not just sexsexsex but honesty and forwardness about sex, and comfort with sex, and a LUST for sex opened us -- not just the cashbox, but our insides, too."  more...

Diary #7: Sleeping Towards Bethlehem

“The darkest time passes, and yields to our dreams, newly-birthed and still and sticky and red and funny-looking (quite like Santa after too much cookies & milk), but we love them, and we promise to keep them warm by the fire."  more...

Diary #6: Pussy Power, Coming Soon to a Mall Near You

“What do I do? I write for a magazine on the Web for a company that sells women’s underwear.” Saying its feminist underwear -- I’m not even sure that would improve matters, but it might make it seem less salacious. After all, feminists aren’t sexy. Do they even wear underwear?"   more...

Diary #5: Fashion (Turn to the Left)

What happens when you put on underwear or a t-shirt that say WITCH or AMERICAN GODDESS? Does that Nile River image of the Goddess have the potential to become just another corporate brand? How is the Starbucks logo not the Goddess, then? Where does that image become a symbol for liberation, where it also stands for commodity coffee culture? When one person’s liberation is another’s oppression... what can we learn there?

I’m not sure I know what freedom is anymore. more...

Diary #4: It's the Great Witchlet, undie girl

At some point I didn’t get called a witch automatically for wearing long dresses and dark lipstick. The Craft came out during my last month of high school, and I moved out to the country and met other Witches and went trick-or-treating one last year. Samhain re-defined my Octobers, even though the leaves and chill in the wind and the shorter days were all still the same.

“What are you going to be?” Which sort of Witch, I wonder. more...

Diary #3: Priestessing & Pole Dancing

I mounted a platform with another dancer already working a pole, dressed in fishnet and PVC. I began to notice that men would try to make shy eye contact with us, and would actually let their gaze stray from curves and skin if I lowered my eyes to meet theirs -- towering at their shoulder level, I had to look down on them. My eyes burned to meet these onlookers. We were on the video monitors now, and when I could catch my image on the screen, I would dance back at myself, for myself...

“And why doesn’t Goddess live here, too?” I thought.... more...

Diary #2: Full Bloom

Summer's ending, and my arms are going to soon get stashed back into sweaters and coats, and no, I won't walk down the street any more easily for it, no more than I ever do, even in a supposedly liberal place. I am sick of shapeless clothes. I don't remember when I decided that I felt less sexy in those oversized sweatshirts and baggy jeans that were fashionable back when my breasts and hips decided to make more than a guest appearance on my body.... more...

Diary #1: Boudoir Birthday

Happy birthday! I'm writing to you in anticipation of this Diary entry hitting the brand new site! By the time you read this, things ought to be humming along smoothly, so let me tell you how we got there!

The Boudoir is my playground and I'm very proud of her, newly born kicking & smiling as she is. Yes, she.

The Boudoir started for me over a year ago. My second or third day here at WACKYJAC HQ, I remember getting an email from a customer who was interested in how we came to get a name-check in Playboy... more...