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Kiss & Make Up by Tia / The location… a speakeasy. The occasion… a make-out party by The Kinky Bohemian

Marla Stewart — Thu, 17 Jul 2014 19:56:34 +0000

Kiss & Make Up by Tia (Vixen Voyager)

Jerome pissed me off. He happens to live in a time warp continuum. He went downstairs for a 15 minute walk and returned 2 hours later to me, wide-eyed and starving. I grabbed my bag and considered taking a cab to Brookyln and making him wait, FOREVER. But, instead, I walked to a nearby souvenir shop, made small talk with a few men during my quest to find food, and then returned to the hotel after an hour with the same pissy attitude. We arrived around 11:30 pm to a small, shot gun lounge on the Lower East Side. The Make Out Party was held inside of a SpeakEasy, tucked behind a black door and up a winding stairwell. The room was fit for a Madame, decorated with crimson and deep reds, fainting couches and shaded lamps. We perched ourselves on a small sofa and chatted for a while, maybe collecting ourselves for anonymous kissing, or maybe taking a minute to polish off the first drink of the night. I removed my wedge shoes and tossed them behind the couch. There was a game of spin the bottle happening. In my adolescents we played a variation of the game that was more of a full body sport called Hide and Go Get It. Simply, one person would hide, and whoever found that person got to cop a few feels, kiss, and bite them. This was the perfect moment to reclaim an escaped game from my youth. Jerome and I looked at each other, like two team mates, nodded and made our way over to the crowd. When it was my turn to spin, I gave the bottle a weak twirl, hoping it landed on the man sitting to my left. It didn’t. The bottle targeted someone who fell shy of my physical liking. I let out a nervous laugh, pressed my lips together tightly and gave her a tense I don’t want to kiss you, kiss. Next, the same woman’s bottle head landed on Jerome. He stood, embraced her face with both hands and gave her a swift, French kiss. I was jealous of his impeccable level of commitment. He pushed passed the decoys of outer appearances and just did it. I thought, it’s either a fuck yes…or a fuck no. Fuck it! I decided to go all in and commit to the art of kissing and not the person. The music melted into the background, and became my theme song, pushing me to find my next set of lips. They were Spanish and attached to a man with a head full of soft, curly hair. That kiss broke the barrier; I went on to kiss more people, in the following variations: Tia+Guy Tia+Guy+Girl, Tia +Girl. Tia+Girl+Girl My favorite is the 3-way kiss by far. Twisting my tongue back and forth between two people, and then we all fall into a synced rhythm left me intoxicating. I really want a Guy+Tia+Guy combination but that will take more planning and pruning. During the entire night, I had one bad kiss. An anatomical fail. His tongue was as wide and hard as a stale baguette. I gave it a go twice in between chatting, but there was no hope, so I left him standing at the bar with his girlfriend. I collected my shoes, my purse and Jerome, and instead of hailing a taxi, we walked back to the hotel, giggling.

The location…a speakeasy. The occasion…a make-out party by The Kinky Bohemian

A cozy red “Moulin Rouge” environment awaited us with ambient music so soft and smooth that no one remembered what exactly was playing. The narrow but quaint room was soft, plush, and so red, from the décor to the bartenders. Burlesque couches lounged in every nook accompanied with dim-lighting that was somehow equally naughty. We approached the bar for drinks while we gauged the atmosphere of the patrons. As we started to get more into the groove of things (thanks to a nicely made Rum punch!) we were soon invited to join an ongoing game of, “spin the bottle.” The kisses were warm and soft… the players, eager. The first spin landed on a giddy and large framed white woman. My lady dawned a “let’s get this over with look” framed with a smile. That was encouraging for me because I didn’t know how she would react to all this. She did well and sat down again. The woman spins the bottle this time and it stops on me… I’m pleased. I say “hi” and my name and commenced to kissing. I sat. Looked at my girl. She was cool and I thought “that went well.” As she got more comfortable she wondered off to the other side of the room while I and the others continued. When I wondered upon her again she was engaged in another bottle game and what she calls a “three-way” kiss. I rubbed her shoulder to make my presence known. And then I kneeled down beside her to join in. It was exciting to see her enjoying herself. The one who claims all types of jealousies was actually smooching not one– but two other people… at the same time! She was so well into it by one point that when her turn landed her on me… she just said “oh, I kiss him all the time but come on.” I came. Hey, a kiss is a kiss and I ain’t missing any, especially from my lady. I had all good kisses in spades with no complaints, and she got on well too, especially with the long-haired Spanish guy I call “Antonio.” [Heavy accent on the “tonio!”] She seemed to really enjoy smooching him wouldn’t you know. Oh and two of the best kissers, for me, turned out to be her friends, particularly the coy one who didn’t feel up to kissing anyone else besides muah. And hell… the night just kept getting better.

Polyamory: Have your cake and eat it, too – Tia does Frolicon ATL

Marla Stewart — Sun, 20 Apr 2014 02:53:48 +0000

I hate that American idiomatic proverb, “You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” Why not? What else are you supposed to do with cake, other than eat it? But, this expression accurately represents the pious monkey we carry around on our backs that discourages certain acts of pleasure. Of all the Saturdays to oversleep, my body chose this one and I missed the 11am cuddle party and massage demonstration. I arrived to Frolicon ATL just in time to catch the Polyamory class. I ducked under the leash of a collared submissive guarding the doorway and took a seat on a table, in the far back. Ms. Ann, the facilitator, stood at the front of the room with her hands perched at her hips. She was a cute, round woman with wild, curly red hair. She’d been in an open marriage for 17 years, and although that marriage had ended she continued to practice polyamory. Both of her male lovers were seated next to each other and her pregnant lover, who Ms. Ann vehemently denied knocking up, was at home. She started off by saying that she was not telling us the right or wrong way to live a poly/open lifestyle and that we could ignore everything she said, except one RULE: Open people should not date MONOGAMOUS people. Now, let’s proceed with talking points and ideas for open/poly couples:

Polyamory=Flexibility. Being in a poly relationship requires ongoing conversation and acknowledgement that feelings are fluid and changeable.
Communicate your desires and limits honestly to help specify a mutual destination.
How do you feel about Fluid Bonding and the STD risks that increase with each partner?
What are your social, emotional, and sexual needs and how will they be met. What influence will meeting those needs have on your relationship?
What is sacred in your relationship?
What are you willing to know about what your partners are doing with other partners?
DO NOT make rash decisions while you’re high on NRE (New Relationship Energy).
Jealousy. When it happens take a step back, and look at what triggered that response. Was it a thwarted expectation, breakdown in communication? Is your lover’s new partner hotter or younger than you?
You are responsible for your own happiness, and so is your partner. But in times of dejection commit to supporting your partner through those feelings.
Remember the heart has an infinite capacity for love, no one can be replaced and new partnerships do not decrease love for another partner.
Drop fear. Stop researching and reading about polyamory+open relating, and LIVE IT and have those uncomfortable, hard conversations.

Number 9 provided a missing piece for me. I realized early on that I was responsible for my own happiness, but failed to allow or give support. I’d ignore or dismiss my partner’s feelings of anger, pain, or sadness, since that was his problem. What a simple concept and easy question to ask, “Is there anything that I can do that will help you feel better, or what will make you more comfortable?” I’m not looking forward to the next emotional challenge, but I can’t wait to expand my communication and genuinely take interest in a resolution. And then I thought about what I love and hate about my open/poly lifestyle: Love- 1. I can be honest. I don’t have to lie to my boyfriend, even though because of some undiagnosed personality disorder I still, sometimes, do. 2. I love meeting and exploring new entanglements, while maintaining my primary relationship. The heart has an infinite capacity for love and I never have to choose between freedom and adoration. 3. I’m more accepting of other people’s lifestyle choices. V’s, triads, compound living, monogamy, cults, cross dressers, wizards and warlocks. My heart is bursting with love and acceptance and I spend far less time trying to understand other people’s choices. 4. My friend and family stock has increased 10 fold! So my lover’s lovers are my friends…and then now their kids are my semi-kids and those grannies and aunties belong to me! The family tree is complicated and no one will entrust me with picking up the children from day care…but my extended family has taken care of me in grave times of illness and despair. 5. I am learning to communicate beyond my wildest imagination. Ever had a 3 hour conversation about your feelings without kicking your lover in the chin and storming out of the house? I have, just recently. Hate- 1. Unlearning Jealousy – The non-hierarchical arrangements where relationships are not placed in order of importance clash with my princess syndrome symptoms. I must be number one, by command and when I say so. Poly life and being raised as an only child clash, BIG TIME. If my lover is spending time with someone else, I still WANT his full attention…which is impossible…AND I don’t give a damn. 2. Monogamous people don’t get it and they assume I’ve chosen this lifestyle so that I can have sex with any man I make eye contact with. A friend asked me, “What’s the point of having a relationship if you get to fuck other people?” “Do you think he really cares about you if he’s ok with you having sex with other men?” “Aren’t you afraid of catching xyz?” I haven’t come up with an appropriate well received answer, instead of wanting to yell “Fuck you very much.” 3. I still have a few lurking fears: Will I end up on Maury Povich, running off of the stage because my baby’s father is lover number 1, but I really wanted it to be lover number 2? How will I do this dual living situation if no one will cook or clean the bathroom? What if I wake up one day, and discover my poly lifestyle was an undesirable symptom of a brain tumor…what if I just plain change my mind? 4. Just because I love orange soda doesn’t mean I want to drink or taste yours…or…yes, I love socks, but I won’t steal your socks. In other words, just because I’m open, in NO WAY does this mean I want to date, sleep with or even share a sentence with, coworkers, friends, friends of friends, and the husbands and boyfriends of friends. I have boundaries! 5. I still hide. I hate that.

Tia Marie, aka the Vixen Voyager, hails from Houston, TX and has been in Atlanta for over 13 years. By day she serves as a manager for Branded Entertainment and Integrated Media. And by night…a creature of creativity: stage-manager, voyeur, event planner, writer, lover and juicer of strange veggies. She’s been navigating through the cross sections of eroticism, sensuality and social limits for nearly 10 years. While she holds a B.A in Mass Communications, she learned mostly from her peers and through practical play in elevators, swingers clubs, sensuality workshops/events and training. She’s equally soft and attentive and plans to take on Atlanta’s erotic scene and share her escapades. Her quenchless desires include sex, food and the supernatural. You can contact her at tia@velvetlipsllc.com.

Stilettos and Curves Mix Mingle and Party – Pre Valentine’s Day Event

Marla Stewart — Thu, 13 Feb 2014 21:14:23 +0000

After 2 days of ice captivity , the roads were just clear enough to make it to the Stilettos and Curves Pre-Valentine’s Day Mix and Mingle at Bar One Tapas Lounge. Yes, the lounge is owned by Peter, Cynthia’s husband from The Real Housewives of Atlanta. No, he was not there. But there is a larger than life photo of Mrs. Bailey positioned a few steps past the entrance and I’m counting that as my 2nd celebrity siting in 2014.

Tammy D, a plus size model and Diva 4 Life Entertainment owner, partnered with Cream of the Crop Dating Boutique met to bring an alternative environment for Atlanta singles to mingle with women of all sizes. The event kicked off nicely; the first 25 women to arrive received a gift bag with chocolate hearts, lip gloss and shimmery, purple nail polish. There were plenty of drink/tapas specials, none of which I indulged in, since I was starving myself to leave room for the infinite amount of food and libations I planned to toss back on Cupid’s Day.

It didn’t take much time for me to fall in love with DJ Knott. He played every baby making song from the mid nineties to Drunk in Love. As I shimmied against the brick wall with my glass of lime water, I took them all in. One woman seductively danced with herself in the mirror while a group of men stared at her and switched their eyes from her hips to her reflection…the lady with the plus-hour glass shape who let her shoulders and breast do all the dancing…and the man shuffling back and forth from the bar with bottles of water and cocktails for his date. I love body positive events like this. These women were not spectacles or the soul of someone’s fetish. They were partying and being honored and admired for just being themselves. Sexy.

I barely told Tammy D bye at the end of the night. She was slow dancing to a fast song with a tall chocolate man. I gave her a fast hug and went home with my chocolate hearts.

Stilettos and Curves will be hosting a Scandal’s event at Bar One on March 6th, I’ll be there, come and say hello.

Your Vixen Voyager, Tia