It’s really fucking hard watching a close friend go through hard times and I feel completely fucking useless.

So I’m incognito for a bit as blogging is the last thing on my mind right now.

Back in a few days xxx

Eat. Sleep. Study.

Boring huh?

Actually I forgot to eat until near the end of the day. It happens. I get too busy and plain forget until my stomach starts screaming at me and making weird screeching noises.

I also, after a long day at uni, got on the wrong train in a hurry. Realised. Got off that one and boarded another in the right direction, had to get off that one and jump on the right one.

I try and avoid a certain time of the day when masses of school kids do a rugby scrum towards the door. I stood there watching with amusement for a bit then walked up to a seat which a horrid little child had made a beeline for, stared at him and sat down with a smirk.

But unfortunately because of me trying to be clever and catch the early train it was a major clusterfuck. I finally sat down on the right train only to find myself sitting there with a trainload of freekin noisy kids, my ipod went on and I sat there for what seemed like a good 15 mins, the train doors had shut, everyone was waiting for it to move.

Nothing. Stinking muggy, doors shut and horrendous cackling noise. I was quite amused at the amount of kids sat there all with mobiles in hand texting away. Fucking crazy, every second kid had one. I survived without a mobile phone as a kid why the hell do parents cave to it, and how many parents pay for them to spam text messages. It’s crazy here it really is.

Me happily oblivious by that point with music blearing in my ears sat there absorbed in music. Then suddenly the doors open and all these kids start swarming, it looked like a rugby scrum. Srsly.

Everyone was getting off. By this point I am thinking it is sooo not my day for anything to go right.

I get out looking confuddled and follow a mob of people getting onto another train, check with the conductor dude to find out we were all being transferred because the brakes had failed on the train I was on.

Jeee.Beee. Sussss!

Got home and flopped. It’s now midnight. I’ve just finished doing some uni work and I am going to sleep and get up and do it all over again.

Tomorrow I will get the right train. Heh.

Most people who read this blog know where I stand as far as affiliating with a company goes. They also know that I’m not keen on inundating my blog with reviews to get free toys. I write reviews because I endorse a specific toy/book/implement that I actually LIKE or I tell you if it’s shit. Simple huh?

I don’t work with Eden Fantasys to link whore. I don’t give a fuck about that. Most of my reviews live on their site and I really don’t give a shit if people find me from there. So there’s a big shitstorm over a user being banned. More users have been put on a holiday until things calm down. Now there’s bitching on linking shit.

Here’s where I am at and personally I don’t give a rats ass if it makes me unpopular. I don’t however appreciate bloggers out there who are bullying other bloggers into taking a side nor calling them unethical for continuing to deal with EF.

Grab a cup of concrete and harden the fuck up.

Quit the drama. Quit the bitching and move along if it doesn’t do it for you.

I will continue to do what I am doing now. Which is:

Enjoying writing because on a good day I am good at it.

Getting an opportunity to try out toys that are not available here in NZ and share knowledge and have access to enable someone else to have a sex positive experience.

Being honest in a review of a product and endorsing it or telling you it’s a rip off or it doesn’t make my cunt do a happy dance.

Making some awesome friends and having a laugh, exchanging stories and finding some uber cool bloggers out there.

What I won’t do is:

Be made to feel guilty for enjoying what I have been doing for the past year.

Be bullied or called unethical from a random lynch mob in the blogging community. Shame on you.

If you want to work with a company online cool that is your personal choice and decision to make and no one else’s business. . If you are removed for being an asstard cool, you can have a dunce cap for being dumb.

Does it affect me? No not really. If you drop me off your blog list do I really care? No because I don’t blog, review or make friends online because I want links to my blog. I don’t give a flying fuck if I do or don’t get links off Eden Fantasys. I don’t give a flying fuck if you link to me because you think this blog will get you links, I’d hope that you had more brains than to think that is a compliment because it’s not.Infact it annoys me because it’s false and money/consumer orientated.

A compliment is finding a writer that actually reads what I write and understands what I am writing and why.I have morals and ethics and I am not one of those people that jumps the gun and runs amok shitting on a company that hasn’t actually done anything to me. The word ‘sheep’ comes to mind. I am in no way insulting those that have had issues with a company in the past. Those were and are real issues. But for all those ‘sheep’ out there? WTF are you doing? Respect others and realise they can bloody well make their own minds up without you breathing down their necks. Pathetic behaviour.

Oh and btw. Ripping off a companys logo design and using it as your own and distributing it … it’s called copyright theft and yes as a designer I find it highly unethical.And I CAN say that without any shame if it was my work you’d be finding yourself with a notice of removal and following legal action. I should know I am currently sat here writing a thesis on design ethics.

The funniest thing is you are all up in arms about it and ranting all over the interwebz giving the company loads of publicity. Clever. Lol.

Pot.Kettle.Black.

P.S. To those of you spamming my email … fucking quit it.

P.P.S I’m not being a bitch, I was banned a while ago from a well used site by sex bloggers with no valid explanation just an email telling me my account had been banned. Still no explanation forthwith. I dealt with it, I wrote one post, end of story. Does it bother me much now? Nup. See my point …. it’s only an escalting drama and witchunt if you have willing participants. I don’t expect anymore to start boycotting the site because of my one bad experience. A few others had had unpleasant dealings with the same site also. Shit happens. Deal with it and move along.

This is the state of my room right now … I have no life.

Hence this is all you are getting cause Impy is teh busy!

‘beams’

Meet the Fairy Wand.

Apparently it might make my ‘clit-o-steel’ fall off and run away screaming. As we speak it’s on a boat coming this way and I am slightly unnerved at the reviews it’s been getting.

Better than the Hitachi they say.

Yes I know it’s pink. Shutup.

Apart from that little tidbit of information that Impy will shortly be screaming either from orgasmic pleasure or scared shitless by it.

Soooo what else has been going on in Impyland?

I have bruises and a sore ass from an evil stick and a crop. Much fun was had last night at a low key, relaxing fetish meet and greet night. It was a really great night which ended up with me and my evil twin tied together and strung up to the rafters and tag teamed by to D-types. Lots of laughter and squealing ensued with trying to escape, watch out for each others ass’s and trying to grab the implements of doom off them and escape the rope. Spontaneous laughter, beatings and fun is great. Today I am happily poking bits and wincing but smiling. I look forward to doing it all again in another month.

The best thing was a few people turned up who were curious about kink and they ended up being able to sit down and ask questions and play with a few of the toys that were kindly brought along. It’s very fucking cool when a new person can come into an atmosphere like  last night and ask questions without feeling intimidated and have a laugh and enjoy themselves. And laugh at my expense with my ass being used as a demo bunneh.

I have decided evil sticks are rather fucking ouchy but in my sick, twisted mind I love/hate them. My butt certainly is feeling the after effects today.

Yelping out loud when sitting down is a dead giveaway. At uni this morning I sat very carefully. Heh.

Can you spot the crop mark?