Happy New Year, pervy people!
Here's a flash from my past: me, proudly displaying the weapons of ass destruction that Lisa Berlin brought to our shoot a couple years ago. You can see more of me at the Windowgirl site; tell them you want more Anna Valentina!
I feel calmly optimistic about this year. Travel, filming, new equipment all beckon to me in the shimmering almost-now. This spring marks my eighth year as a full-time domme; nine when you count the time before I moved west. Eight years of blood, sweat, and tears (bless you, power bottoms :) and I still feel like I have so much to learn.
Thank goodness. What would I do if I had nothing left to conquer?
What's never changed over the years is my joy in domination. Of all the sensual and psychological details, I love most what happens in me: I shed everything and become calm, savage, clear-eyed. Everything unnecessary burns away, and all that is left is perfect.
In a recent conversation with a friend, I described my fetish mindset as "remembering that pure state of innocence, before inhibitions and shame are learned". We don't associate "badness" with pleasure or bodily functions until we become socialized.
If only we, like Oscar Wilde, were more embarrassed by human misery than by pleasure; then the world would be a more agreeable place.
