Opium Kiss's blog: "The musings of Opium"

Ask me a question, any question. I'll answer it truthfully and ask you a question..it can get quite amusing. Thoughtful questions, humorous questions, technical questions..anything. Something you have always wondered about me, something you want a true answer to but never thought I would answer honestly, something that has nothing to do with me that you have always been curious about...anything. Shoot away.

Your Glamour Icon Is

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

Your Makeup Look Is

Punk Glam Eyes You're the perfect mix of rock and roll meets glamour!

You Are a Cappuccino

You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new. However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like. You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation. You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please

Your Stripper Song Is

Closer by Nine Inch Nails "You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I've got no Soul to tell" When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.

And it was, frequently.

Your Inner Eye Color Is Green

You're off-scale unique and creative - just like green eyes You're peaceful, relaxed, and easy to be around You've got an exotic flair that draws men in... with unique beauty.

And they are.

Yeah, I know. Haven't been on in forever, just dropped away with no warning. Sorry bout that. I went on vacation and couldn't get on CT. Combine that with my utterly anti-social tendencies and there you go. I do that. I have phases. But I miss everybody....well, everybody that I actually like. =-) Not sure if I'll be on much, but I will at least check for messages and stuff, so feel free to harrass me. Naked!

Originally written 8/31/06 A husband. Two kids. A house in the semi-country, old, but in good repair, split-level maybe, or two story. Four bedrooms, two baths with a garden tub in the master bath. A kitchen with a center island, lots of counter space and old beautiful tile floors. A library with a large fireplace and wall to wall, floor to ceiling shelves. A huge wrap around, partially screened in porch. A five car garage, custom built, climate controlled. A pool in the back, with a Jacuzzi next to it. An orchard, a garden with vegetables, herbs and the most glorious blooms. Stables at the back with stunning Arabian horses, or maybe just your average sweet old quarter horses. At least two dogs running in the yard, a couple of cats sunning in the window sills. And a goat. How pastoral. Do I want these things? Hell yes. BUT...in that five car garage, I want these: 1956 Jaguar XK140 Roadster, 1970 Plymouth Barracuda (Yeah, that thing's got a Hemi), 1972 Camaro SS, 1934 Indian Chief (74ci Model 334), 2007 Heritage Softail Classic...and a Chevy Tahoe....you know...soccer mom and all. My husband can have his own garage. And next to the stables I want a huge barn. Also climate controlled. And sound proofed. A girl's gotta have a place to blow of some steam, play with her toys, make some noise and record her tracks. One of the dogs better be a Rottweiler. The kids, they can be adopted or from a prior union, I don't care. I want them happy, healthy and smart. But they better play video games and love my cooking. And yes, I will join the garden society, enjoy drinking tea and showing them my secret to cultivating my blue moon roses. I just hope they're okay with black nail polish and platform combat boots if I'm in that kind of mood that day. Hmm...and the husband. Ooh. Well. He'll have to fit with me, with that life, and (pray for him) my moods. He'll have to understand that I like to waltz and two-step to old country western, dance to swing and jazz standards, thrash out to Fear Factory, Six Feet Under and Slayer, listen to Norah Jones, Billie Holiday, Sinatra, Martin or Torme and Fiona Apple when I'm blue or writing, with a little Garbage, Alanis, Dido, and Drain STH thrown in on that creative flow, crank up Megadeth when I'm pissed, I strip to Union Underground, Godsmack, and Rob Zombie, dance around to Aqua , Save Ferris and Roxette when I clean the house, I like Irish punk or classic rock when I'm drinking and sometimes I fall asleep to violins, flutes and the wails of ghosts on Scottish moors or Irish coasts. And that I like to sing all of it, plus a few old Italian, English or Celtic traditionals for good measure. That's a lot for him to cope with right there, so he'll have to be strong. He'd have to ride a horse as well as he can ride my Heritage Softail, be content watching a movie by the fire one night, going out dancing the next, sitting around rolling dice and pretending to be heroes or supernatural freaks another night, just chilling at a bar, pub, tavern ect. He's a jeans and t-shirt kinda guy, but he can wear Versacci as well as I can wear Vera Wang if the occasion calls for it. I want a heavy metal cowboy with the voice of a horny angel, the eyes of an amused poet, the heart of a man who loves me with all of it, the smile of an innocent devil and fingers that can play a guitar as well as they can put together computers when I'm tired of doing it...One who can also be an intellectual in a comfy sweater I can cuddle against when I'm cold. This guy, he's logical but still admits there could be such a thing as magic. And he has to get along with my parents and my psuedo-family. Big thing there. Another big point is that he'd have to be supportive and understanding of my goals, hopes, career choices and beliefs. He may not agree, but he will always respect. That doesn't mean he won't argue with me. If he can't argue with me, he's out. I already have a doormat in front of my pretty house. It probably says "Get lost." In this dream life, I'd still work where I am, that's part of my dream. I'd be a writer, a holistic healer, a damn fine musician and vocalist with as many albums out as I wanted, just for the hell of it, not for the money. I'd have all of the education I want or need. I want what other 'normal' people want, I guess. But I want it my way. I'm used to being whatever person suits where I'm at, and I do love that about me, but see...this dream life....it suits whatever person I am at the time. And I love that. Wanting a lot? Hell yes. I figured I'm worth it, if I can earn it. And if I can't earn it...well...thank God I've got one hell of an imagination.

Drum Prayer I pray for Just simple things in the average eye. That I have the power, as long as I can, To keep drumming through life with foot and with hand. Just a humble space At the back of the stage behind guitar and bass. I care not as long as I'm playing a beat And the music's in time with my hands and my feet. That my throne be not jewel But a simple black, leather, padded stool. For upon that I sit more proud than a king My sticks suit me better then some crown and a ring. That I always stay wild That I never grow weak, that I never grow mild. That playing shall never a burden become That my life is an oath of the cymbal and drum. Let my sticks be my sword and my drums be my shield Let the bright stage before me be the battlefield. And, oh God, let me triumph as long as I stand And let music strengthen my foot and my hand. Whether it be on stage, or just in a shed, let me drum on until I am dead.

I've been entered into another contest. Yeehaw! Sexiext Cowgirl Contest

Rate, bomb, whatever. =-)

Because I adore Sin, I entered it. Now adore me and go do spiffy things to my pic.

Here's an example of one. This guy sent me messages a couple of weeks ago about how he'd like to have me suck his cock. I tried to be friedly about letting him know that I'm not interested. He still would occasionally pop up with messages here and there, lewd, crude and ignorant in nature. Today he tried my patience with this shout box conversation: The master: wrap that tongue around my cock ok ->The master: Read my profile. The master: read it ok ->The master: Do you not understand parts of it or are you just blatently ignoring it? The master: yeah u like chicks so ->The master: Read it some more and it will tell you that I'm not here for talking about your cock or what you would like to do with it. Find someone else. The master: what are u here for ai'm not heqar to tell you about it etc I'm here to find women to suck it ok ->The master: Well, I'm not the one. I'm not interested. The master: just like that did u read my profile or look at my pic ->The master: Don't care. If you don't have more respect for someone than to immediately start talking about your dick and what you want done with it, why should I? You're a cute guy, based on your picture, and I might have been interested, but after the things you Sadly, it cut off my tirade. But then he went to a pic of me kissing a girlfriend and left a comment about those lips just needing some cock between them. That prompted me to wonder if his dick were truely so tiny it could fit between two sets of tightly pressed lips....but I'm getting off topic. I deleted the comment and block the silly bastard. If that doesn't work, and yes I realize you could very well be reading this, it's going to become fairly nasty, because I'm a mean bitch when provoked. And why all this drama? Why not just move on and leave me alone, find someone else when I've politely told you the first time that I'm not interested? So, for anybody else who takes the same actions, doesn't read my profile and becomes childish about me not playing along: You will be ignored, then blocked if you keep trying. if you don't like it, go fuck yourself, because if you continue like this, that's probably the only person who will.

I just did a mum created by CW from the Moon. http://www.cherrytap.com/mum.php?id=16387# "True Love" "Do you believe true love exsits? That there is that one special person out there for everyone? A soulmate? A life partner? Someone to grow old with and spend the rest of your life with?" I shocked myself with the answer. I voted for yes. And I commented that I absolutely believe. Ain't that a kick in the ass? Because even after all off the ridiculous scenarios, situations, circumstances, ect. that I've been through, I do believe in it. I have that soulmate, that one true love, that only. Are we life partners? Well, sadly no. I think he's mine, but that's not always a two way street. But I know we think of each other everyday. And as far as growing old and spending the rest of my life with him, I believe I will. It may not be in the same bed, under the same roof, in the same town, same state or even the same plane of exsistance, but we will walk that path together, I've discovered. Apparently whether we like it or not. Because he is my soulmate, my one true love and, I've found, the only one special someone. Obviously, souls don't always make sense. And love is not always pretty. But the souls are connected and the love is true. So yeah, I believe. It inspires me, if you ever listen to my songs that I write. And it breaks my heart. But at least I know that while I may be an unfeeling bitch otherwise, with him...because of him...I am inspired. And I will always have a heart to break.