This just in: poet-dommes stealing ink cartridges all over LA

Your printer is not safe. You are not safe. I will take your ink cartridge.

Marxy just called to ask if I had taken the ink cartridges out of his printer. I didn't, but I was really pissed that I didn't think of that and had done it. Because who would check to see if you actually had ink cartridges until the last minute when the paper was due an hour ago?

But I didn't take the ink. I don't know who did, since I just used that printer.

I did, however, piss in your Johnny Walker red.

Marxist moves out, we argue historical materialism

I'm baffled by the Marxist's inability to take things that are actually his, like his butt plugs and bong, but to instead take things of mine that were purchased before our politically correct partnership commenced such as my red bottle opener.

To be continued . . .

The Marxist to go to London

Ah, hell, I'm jealous. I want to go to London too, but for entirely different reasons.

He's going to the Historical Materialism Annual Conference instead.

Incest is best, put your Marxist to the test

In an earlier post, I mentioned that a couple of people said how much Marxy and I look alike. Isolated incident. (What truly haunts me is the man on Abbot Kinney who said we were old souls who had known each other a long time. I might believe in such things, but I knew he was full of shit. I love him dearly, but I shudder to think we're soulmates. That's too romantic for a Marxist.)

A. and I were often distressed about how our neighbors rarely spoke to us. Sometimes they downright ignored us, like on the single occasion I came home at the same time as the guys who lived downstairs, said, Hey! and was promptly ignored, followed by a quickly shut door.

But you know, they might be rich conservatives or something. Anyway, one day I saw another neighbor walking to his car as well, I said hello (why bother) and he said, Hey! I haven't seen you or your brother in awhile.

Excuse me? He thinks the Marxist is my brother!?

Well, now I can totally understand why my neighbors don't talk to us. Because they think we are incestuously enjoying rent-control right in their very apartment complex! Oh and also, they are all so fucking stupid to think we are related. I'm glad we never conversed.

The Marxist moves up north to discourse, I stay in LA to party

Given the recent amicable divide of our partnership, I suggest to Marxy that he go to Santa Cruz to be with his other revolutionary-heads to discourse and what not. He always laments that people here in general and in his department are not political enough, don't work on important things and are generally uninteresting. I feel his pain. It's so difficult to grow intellectually in one's community if you do not have adequate peers to bounce ideas off. I definitely miss my little poets group, that I'm trying to get back. However, I'm also pursuing different projects at this time. For one, I have been working quite steadily as my career as a pro-Domme and there are a lot of kinky parties to go to. LA is really quite the town for BDSM and the coolest parties I have ever been to in my life. LA parties are of a different order than all other parties, I think. Its for the best anyway. I feel uncomfortable with his friends' discoursing and he feels uncomfortable with my friends beating the crap out of each other.

It was good though.

Marxy and I call it quits

I don't know where it all went wrong. Maybe it was his socialism with capitalistic tendencies, like the Chinese. Maybe it was my refusal to be nice to his political friends who would simultaneously objectify me and ignore me. Whatevs. Bygones.

The Norma Rae of BDSM

Now that I have no regular day job, I've been working more at my night job, however, the night job is run illegally.

I signed an independent contract. My taxes are filed as an independent contractor. Essentially this means that I will not pay taxes when I get paid, but later when I file. According to the IRS: The general rule is that an individual is an independent contractor if you, the person for whom the services are performed, have the right to control or direct only the result of the work and not the means and methods of accomplishing the result.

In terms of my dungeon, here are the answers to the questions the IRS asks to differentiate between independent contractors and employees:

1. Behavioral: Does the company control or have the right to control what the worker does and how the worker does his or her job? YES
2. Financial: Are the business aspects of the worker’s job controlled by the payer? (these include things like how worker is paid, whether expenses are reimbursed, who provides tools/supplies, etc.) YES
3. Type of Relationship: Are there written contracts or employee type benefits (i.e. pension plan, insurance, vacation pay, etc.)? Will the relationship continue and is the work performed a key aspect of the business? YES there are written contracts, no benefits, no the relationship will not continue, and yes the work performed a key aspect of the business.


In other words, I am being treated like an employee, but am supposed to be treated like an independent contractor. Being as such would mean that I could set my own hours, set my own rates, run my own advertisement and work wherever I please. This is not the reality. Oh no. The reality is that I have to work a certain shift, the rates are set by the house, I can run my own advertisement if the contact information is the e-mail address that does not get directly forwarded to me, but rather filtered through the owner and I am not allowed to session outside these walls. It also means I have no health benefits, sick pay or holidays. All my taxes will be taken out at the end. I can, however, deduct almost everything from clothes, make-up, internet, cell phone, office supplies, etc.

Here's the problem. The Marxist wants me to confront my boss about these illegal practices. He wants me to ask why she is treating us this way and wants to demand that she change it. He wants me to unionize the other women I work with to all fight against her illegal and unfair practices.

I try and tell him most of the other women there do not know about this and wouldn't be motivated to do anything about or they do care and they don't want to do anything about it. I don't want to lose the only income I have (besides the dole, hells yes!) and she has fired people over less. I tell him I'm not sure I want to be the Norma Rae of BDSM. She has operated this way for years, everyone in town knows about it and to my knowledge no one has done anything to stop her. Why do I have to be the one? I don't want to make other women lose their jobs.

He counters with, its not just about you and the other women who work there, its also about all the other women who got fired or didn't make as much as they could have or got slammed with taxes because of the way things are run.

I tell him, I'm just not that person. He tells me my inaction will cause him to stop supporting me until I get another day job, which to me sounds very unMarxistlike.