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Black Bull Auditions: London

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I will be in London Sept 28-Oct 7. London has a much higher percentage of kinky black men than Vancouver I’m sure, so I thought it would be a good place to look for a black bull for a cuckolding vid.

For those unfamiliar with cuckolding, the ‘bull’ is the one who gets to fuck the women, usually while the husband watches. There are variations on the theme but usually the wife is very attractive, the bull is well-endowed and fit, the husband is less attractive with a smaller penis. This is one of my favorite fetishes and I enjoyed making cuckolding vids for the last several years with my previous partner. Now that I’m single I still have many ‘husbands’ (slaves who want to play the role of my cuckolded husband) but I don’t have a bull.

The interracial aspect makes it even hotter. Who doesn’t love BBC? (Big Black Cock)

Please apply:

-if you are black, attractive and have a thick cock (must be THICK, length is not as important)

-if you feel confident you can get hard, stay hard & cum while being filmed (production is small and intimate, possibly just the 2 of us with the camera on a tripod, at most a cuckold & a camera person)

-if you have excellent manners (the bull doesn’t have to be submissive or Dominant but I have to like you so if you’re a cocky jerk it’s not going to work out)

Safe sexual practices only, condoms, etc. Interaction between you and the cuckold is optional. NO MASK or HOOD and you must sign a model release & show ID/age verification.

Please send a pic of your face/body & hard cock along with a little introduction to: MsT@MistressT.net

It would be hotter if he was black, right?!

An Epic San Fran Day

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Yes, I know, I’m still behind in my Burning Man blog…I will get to it and yes, there will be fun pics of me in bizarre costumes…but ‘this’ I can not wait to tell.

Today I met with Kink.com. For those with a short attention span: I got the gig. There is a happy ending.

For those who like to read, I’ll make it worth your while.

For the last year one of my main goals was to have an opportunity to appear on DivineBitches, a Kink.com website. Kink.com being the biggest fetish film producer in the world (as far as I know) located in San Francisco.

I voiced this goal to whoever would listen, including the big time agent I met with in LA last week (the one who did not want to take me on as a client) but he did give me the right contact info for Kink.com…which led to my meeting today.

I arrived at the armory a bit nervous. Yes, they have an entire, historic armory. The talent manager was very nice and the meeting went well but was by no means ‘in the bag’. It depended on if the directors wanted to shoot with me, he said. We talked about everything that needed to be talked about and then it was picture time. I happily disrobed and posed naked in a few positions, especially nailing the butt angles. He complimented me on my ample bottom, and knowing that he didn’t know how famous I was for my ass I just smiled to myself.

We then went downstairs looking for Maitresse Madeline, the director for DivineBitches. We ended up in a dingy, empty basement with crumbling walls and floors. I commented that this would actually make for a great scene: gal comes for a meeting, gets led down to a deserted basement…fill in the blanks. That was not the case though and we did eventually find where Madeline was filming. As soon as we entered the space she recognized me, seemed excited to see me and asked why I was there. The talent manager explained that I wanted to work on DivineBitches and she said: “she’s hired, set it up for as soon as possible.” (I had never met her before but I suppose we both know each other from our online reputations.)

As we walked out the talent manager could probably read a bit of shock on my face so he said it again: “You’re hired. That’s it. We’ll set it up.”

I left feeling a bit shell-shocked but happy. I walked a few blocks, called my mom to tell her the news, got her voice mail and then started looking for a cab. I was standing on the corner looking for a random cab when the window of a parked limo rolled down and a middle-aged hippie rolling a joint asked: “Are you lost?”. I said I was just looking for a cab. He continued to roll his joint and asked where I was going, then said he would take me for $20. I knew my destination was at least a $15 cab ride away and read a dope smokin’ hippie with a limo to be relatively harmless so decided to go for it.

For the fearful and cautious, know that there are more people in this world who would rather hug you than hurt you…and I’m a pretty keen judge of character.

He turned out to be an entertaining dude. He ran a legal marijuana dispensary out of his limo. We even went for lunch.

After lunch I went back to my hotel room, filmed some smut and then it was time to clean laundry. I’ve been traveling for awhile now so it needed to be done. From traveling often I’ve picked up the habit of wearing just a few outfits all the time and really, this simplicity removes a lot of stress from my life.

I had to go to a corner store to get smaller bills for laundry change. Alcohol in corner stores is a novelty to us Canadians so I decided to buy a mini bottle of champagne to celebrate my good news. Booze and laundry? Why not. I was on my own as my travel buddy was off doing his own thing for the afternoon and it was nice to have some alone time to reflect & plan. So while my clothes were being washed I went for a walk, sipping champagne from the bottle feeling a bit reckless thinking that if my fans could only see me now…no doubt they would wonder:

A. Why is a slave not doing your laundry?

B. Why aren’t you drinking the champagne from a crystal flute instead from the bottle?

While my clothes were in the dryer I went looking for food (and more champagne as I had finished my mini-bottle). When I saw a place called ‘The Tipsy Pig” I couldn’t resist. I ended up having a nice chat with an Irish fellow at the bar until my friend arrived. Nothing else of note happened but just one positive meeting at Kink.com is really enough to make a day epic, with or without the booze & laundry fun.

Below: a pic of the sign in front of the the www.Kink.com building, a pic of me in the limo and a pic of me with my mini bottle of champagne. Tell me what’s behind me/where I am and get a free 3 day membership to my website: www.MistressT.net (Either email MsT@MistressT.net or send me a direct message through twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/MistressTdotnet

Sign at Kink.com

Mistress T in a random limo

Guess my location & win!

Just 18

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I’ve just had a blog-worthy sexual experience.

Those who are familiar with my work know that one of my frequent themes is ‘older woman/younger man’ or MILF/cougar. I know I look young for 35 but I have no issue with being referred to as an older woman. I like it. The whole Mrs. Robinson thing…Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham, etc.

“Older woman/younger man” conjures images of an experienced, confident, mature woman patiently taking a young man under her wing and teaching him, training him in the art of pleasuring a woman. Most men understand why this is hot for men and remember having boyhood or teen crushes on an older woman: school teachers, their mom’s friends, a female boss…but what some don’t think about is why this is hot for the older female. I won’t pretend to represent all other women. I can only give you my perspective.

#1. The situation: I knew this boy since he was 10. Being a friend of  his parents I would see him a couple times a year. The last time I saw him he was 16 and had grown/matured a lot in the time since I had seen him previously. His voice had changed and he looked at me with the eyes of a sexual man, not a boy. I knew that is was wrong to be attracted to him but there was no ignoring my full body flush & quickened heart beat. My primal sexual being was on ‘pounce’ mode. That part of me did not logically see age, it just saw youthful virility. 18 is the legal age of consent in Canada so I kept my distance.

On his 18th birthday last week his step father texted me to give me a heads up that the boy was now legal. I barely slept that night. I was conflicted. It was enticing but there was 17 years between us. I was old enough to be his mother, technically. Would he be interested in someone as old as me? Would he be mature enough? The next day I made inquiries. I confirmed that he was far from a virgin, he was very mature, had grown into a handsome young man and was in fact moving across the country next month on his own. I only had a small window of opportunity.

I texted him a simple belated birthday wish and received a reply that he was now legal…so it was on. The cheeky bugger was flirting with me right from the start. It took a few days to coordinate our schedules but we finally found a couple of hours on my last evening before leaving for Burning Man. By the time I get back he’ll have moved away.

#2. The look & feel: Veal kept springing to mind. I love steak but tender veal is a different delight. I boy who is just becoming a man, skin so fresh and soft…a body not quite filled out yet, a baby face…and that fresh, new man smell. Younger men do have a different scent than middle age men (and older men have a different smell too). I swear, you could blindfold me and I could guess a man’s age within 10 years just by smell.

He entered and kicked off his sneakers and set down his backpack. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, multiple piercings in his ears as is trendy with young people these days. I was surprised at how young he looked. I think I was expecting him to look older by now. If I didn’t know I might have guessed his age to be closer to 16. All of a sudden I felt like this was wrong. He was too innocent looking.

We chatted on the sofa for a bit and he seemed quite mature, not too nervous, charming really. I had had a drink to steady my nerves (yes, I was nervous) and knowing we didn’t have much time I leaned in and kissed him. He leaned in and met my kiss with such surprising sensuality I had to pull back and look to confirm that mouth belonged to that baby face. A kiss can tell you a lot about how someone will be in bed. That kiss told me that I wouldn’t need to do much training.

On the bed, cloths off, his slender frame was so boyish, his skin so smooth…it felt kind of wrong, which had a taboo sexiness to it, thrilling…I asked if he liked to lick pussy & he smiled eagerly and said he loved it (good sign). Down he went and I was shocked. Holy sweet mother of god. He licked pussy like he kissed. How could this 18 year old boy do what so many men can’t do even with instructions? He was so happy & eager down there too, all smiles just going for it like he knew he was a gold medal pussy licker. It was sweet & funny…and I climaxed before long. Ka-pow!

I’ll spare you the rest of the play-by-play. I’ll just say that it was ALL good and overall it was a very fun, positive experience.

In conversation I found his youth so refreshing…not yet jaded and bitter. He is so excited about his new adventures, learning about the world and himself. I couldn’t help giving some maternal advice and ensuring he knew how to get in touch if he ever needed help. I felt nurturing and like I was recapturing some of my youth at the same time.

I doubt this is the end…when he comes home for Christmas or other times I’ll likely be high on his to-see list…and if I make it to his city, he’ll be my first stop. It’s not love, it’s far less complicated than that. It’s casual, fun and lustful. I wish sex could always be this pure.

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In bed with Mistress T

From office to strip club…

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The summer I sold tequila on the nude beach I met two young women who were pretty but did not look like what I thought strippers should look like. They encouraged me to visit them at the strip club where they worked as non-contact private dancers (that means that they danced in front of a man but there was no physical contact between them). I found the whole thing intriguing but felt I was ‘above’ being a stripper. I had been using my big beautiful brain and purposefully not using my looks most of my adult life.

I reluctantly took an office job which I hated. I felt it was time for me to go back to being a responsible adult after my six months of travel and summer on the nude beach. Months past and I was bored so I looked for a bigger challenge. I found a better office job in outside sales and I worked my tail off for three months. I wasn’t given a sales quota as they expected new sales people to sell basically nothing the first quarter as they learned. I was aggressive and sold more than most of the seasoned sales staff, people who had been there for years. At the end of the probation period, they fired me. I was so shocked I laughed. I thought it was a joke. They explained that they wanted to build a company that was like a family, they wanted staff that would stay for the long term. I was so ambitious they figured I would just use them as a stepping stone and be onto something bigger in less than a year. I suppose they were right.

It was May 18 and I knew beach season would be starting up again soon. I was relieved to be free of the office world. I also decided to do something impulsive. I bought a wig and some slutty cloths. I went into the strip club and applied for a job as a private dancer and was hired immediately. I didn’t know anything about this world, this culture and I made some serious mistakes…but I knew how to sell and that’s what I did. I worked the room and I sold private dances. I was unstoppable. The customers loved me. Everyone else hated me. They thought I was cheating, charging less, ‘undercutting’ the other girls. It was untrue. I was charging more. I made more money than I had ever made but feared for my safety every night. It was a rush. I was someone else, disguised, a sexual vixen, desired by men, hated by women. I had all the power. The men weren’t allowed to touch me, they weren’t allowed to jerk off. I didn’t touch them. They could just look at what they could not have. I knew they would think about me later, when they were with their wives or girlfriends or when they were alone. I knew some of them probably jerked off in the bathroom or in their car after. I got off on their lust. I had a lover that I went home and fucked every night and every morning. All that sexual energy, I was like a cyclone.

This lasted for only four short months but it was enough time to save up for a down payment for a condo. I could have kept going but a violent, dangerous situation finally made me fear for my safety enough to leave that place. It was only a matter of time before something bad happened. I was not safe there.

I realize there are those who may be quick to judge and compartmentalize…saying that I’m less of a Domme for having experimented with submission (previous blog entries) or that I’m not worthy of respect because I was a stripper. I know too well the stigma that is attached to that profession. I encourage you to look at the individual and the unique set of circumstances before passing judgement and painting everyone with the same brush. This is the story of how I became who I am today and no one can deny that I am a very successful Female Dominant. In the words of the great Shrek, “I’m like an onion, I’ve got layers.”

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The Naked Truth

Story paused: FREE previews

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I know some of you are dying to know what happened next in the journey that brought me here…but now is a good time to remind you of what the current ‘here’ is. So, have a look at my latest preview page (July Preview): http://www.mistresst.net/promos

Enjoy!

By the way…I say the ‘current’ here as by the time I get the story caught up, who knows where I’ll be. I have recently turned down offers for a reality TV show (I don’t want to be THAT kind of famous.) but have accepted offers to do interviews…so who knows what’s next?

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Gloves, Boots & Bitch: perfect!

BDSM beginnings…

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While I was working as a receptionist at that big company in my early 20’s a coworker introduced me to an interesting website. I think it was called “Bianca’s Woods” or something like that. It was a place where people could write sexy stories and post them for others to read.

Most of the stories were the usual sort of thing but one story really caught my attention. It was a long story written from a woman’s perspective. She needed work and took a job as a maid/servant in a fancy mansion. She sensed something was unusual there but couldn’t place it. When she finally met the owner of the house and her real boss she was so nervous she spilled his drink. He took her over his knee and spanked her. What followed was a slippery slope of events that climaxed in a very intense scene…she was prepared, presented, strung up, stimulated, and fucked by a group of people. The interesting part was that it was all written from HER perspective, and it was very consensual. The reader could ride the emotional roller coaster with her, her shame, her wrestling with this side of herself, her giving into it, etc. There were various elements of BDSM, electro stimulation, pain & pleasure and in the end, even a dog!

The same author wrote other stories, all from the woman’s perspective. Her struggle with giving herself, submitting.

I found this theme very exciting. Submission. Control. Domination. Pain & pleasure. I wanted to explore but I didn’t know how…but just like most, I found my way, didn’t I? *grin*

A couple years later I was in San Fransisco with a platonic male friend. I asked the concierge at our hotel to recommend a place that would blow my mind. All I wanted was an address, no other info. We ended up at ‘The Power Exchange”. If you’re familiar with this place now, understand that it was very different 12 or 13 years ago when I first went. I’ll describe it:

The Power Exchange was a live sex/BDSM kink club. The first room we walked into, hearing loud music coming from somewhere beyond, was a medieval themed room with a big wooden table & fireplace…and a huge viking looking man flogging a women tied to a cross…her male partner on the other side of the cross kissing her and stimulating her front. It was a powerful introduction and I watched in awe for the first time, someone being flogged and whipped. Each time she was struck her body moved so beautifully.

We continued on and each room we entered offered more to overload my senses. Cages, peep holes, a room full of TV’s playing porn movies, people masturbating, people fucking, people watching, people being Dominated…a women lying on a bed with about a dozen men fondling her…eventually we came across a scene that many others were watching. A beautiful woman was tied to a cross being punished by a somewhat mean looking man dressed all in leather. She was instructed to explain to the crowd why she was being punished: she had burnt his toast that morning. A rumble of laughter went through the crowd and I smiled too. That’s when he looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to come into the scene.

I didn’t even turn to look at my poor, freaked out friend, I just slide under the chain and into their space. They both quickly explained that this was all consensual, explained safe words, etc. He handed me a vibrator and instructed me to touch it to the cloths pegs that were attached all over her nipples, breasts and pussy. I loved the way she reacted. She was very animated & vocal. She kept looking me in the eye and smiling between screams of pain. He then put a rubber glove on my hand, lubed me up and instructed me to fist her. I did and it was like having the whole world in my hand. By now the crowd had grown to dozens, all watching the naive newbie play in public for the first time. I must have been quite the sight.

I realize at this point I have your full attention but I also understand that attention spans are short these days so I will leave it there for now and continue later. There is more, oh-so-much more *grin*.

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Decending into the depths of depraivity

Young & dumb in the BIG city

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Shortly after arriving in Vancouver I ‘landed’ what I thought was a good job working in a call center. I had had several sales jobs at that point and I was pretty good. I was aggressive and competitive.

My life story is full of important meetings and it never ceases to amaze me how meeting one person can change so much so quickly.

One day as I was coming into the building with my hands full a man held the door for me…then as we waited for the elevator he overheard me telling a coworker that I had just moved from Nova Scotia. In the elevator he gave me his card and offered to help me in this new city. I thought he was cute so I called and we went for lunch. He immediately started talking about his wife & kids which of course freaked me out since I had just had my heart broken by a married man.

He was all business, explaining that he had a lot of contacts and wanted to help me find better employment. I avoided him for weeks but he was persistent and finally he didn’t pussy foot around, told me that working in a call center was a dead end job & he was offering me a real opportunity. A reception position in a big, growing company that would pay 70% of the cost of night classes to do whatever I wanted. He told me I would be a fool to turn it down. He said that he could see potential in me and he didn’t want to see it wasted. I still suspected he wanted to get into my pants but I went for it anyway.

We remained friends for years and he was never inappropriate with me. He always just helped me with my career. 10 years later I ran into his best friend and in an intoxicated ramble he told me that I was blind to not see how much his friend has always been in love with me but would never cheat on his wife…that all of it, the jobs, the help, was just to keep me close to him. I was shocked.

The job, by the way, took me on a path that wasn’t right for me but I tried. I tried to be a good girl. I went to night school for sales, marketing and public relations while working in a big, conservative office by day. I went from reception to marketing and then moved around to a few other companies in sales. I always did very well, but I always hated it. I felt like I was doing what my parents would want me to do. I was climbing the corporate ladder.

Being very untrue to myself I also found myself in a relationship with a very nice man who wanted to marry me and start a family. We had picked out the engagement ring when out of the blue, the married guy who broke my heart called. He tracked me down. He was coming to Vancouver on business and wanted to go for dinner. I went and it was only dinner, although it was difficult to not go back to his hotel room. I still felt the same and so did he. It was gut-wrenching. He was very unhappily married but would stay for the child.

Two weeks later I had moved out on my own and ended the relationship with the nice guy. I didn’t love him the way he deserved to be loved.

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Corporate Whore, selling my soul.

Teen Hormones

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I almost entitled this entry “Sport Fucking”.

Wikipedia says this about hormones: “In essence, it is a chemical messenger that transports a signal from one cell to another.” It’s important to remember that we are really just animals. Evolved & complex yes, but really just animals. We’re hard-wired to reproduce. It’s natural for us to be horny, to want to mate. It’s our big, beautiful brains that keep us from fucking like monkeys. We learn to control our impulses to adjust our behavior…but when you’re young, with little life experience and feeling horny is new & powerful it can be difficult to avoid fucking like a monkey. Especially combined with the high of exploring your power over men.

 

That’s a long way of saying that I was very promiscuous, which Wikipedia explains this way: “In humans, promiscuity refers to undiscriminating casual sex with many sexual partners.” They are careful to note this behavior only has a name for humans because no one ever judges a monkey for being a slut.

 

I kind of feel about my teen promiscuity like Charlie Sheen feels about his party binges: proud of it. It was epic. And I know full well, as Charlie does, that others judge…but many of those who judge have never had that kind of fun. They’ve never LIVED. Some think Charlie is crazy. Me, I don’t care if he’s crazy. I don’t have to love EVERYTHING he’s said or done to love SOME of what he’s said and done. This isn’t really about Charlie, this is about making our own choices even when others poo-poo it. It’s about being true to yourself and as long as you’re not hurting others, do what you want.

 

I bet you’re hoping I’ll finish my soapbox rant and just give you the juicy details of my teen sex life?

 

I’ll share a little. Why not?

 

When I was 16/17 I had a 3some with 2 guys who were best friends that lasted for about 6 months. We were all close friends but had no illusions that we were boyfriend(s) girlfriend. It was just sex with friends and it was great. It only ended when one of them started a serious relationship with another great gal who he later married.

 

I’ve really just run out of time to write this blog entry right now but I’ll spend some time thinking about all the great sex I had as a teen and if there’s anything worth sharing maybe I’ll add it in later. It’s enjoyable thinking back to that time. Fun.

 

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Happy Slut

Let’s get a little dirtier

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I realize that many reading this would rather read the smut than my la-la childhood memories…so here’s some sexier stuff (maybe?).

 

Would you like to know how I lost my virginity? Sure ya would.

 

Remember that I come from a small rural place where teens drink & have sex to combat boredom. I had always been a good kid and my parents were preoccupied with their crumbling relationship so I had a lot of freedom. In fact, by 15 I was rarely home. I drank and partied, crashing at friends places or simply staying out all night.

 

I met a boy named Todd who I thought was cute. We had a lot of mutual friends and the more time we spent together the more attracted I became to him. I had sort of kissed boys before and I had been masturbating for a couple of years but I was still very much discovering my sexuality (still am!). The first time he kissed me a rush of pleasure washed over me head-to-toe with such force I thought I would melt or catch on fire…or both. He lowered me down on the floor and pressed himself against me and I could feel his hardness through our cloths. It was the first time I felt truly and intensely turned on. That was it, it was brief but it seriously messed with my head and I laid in bed all that night soaked, touching myself, wide awake and hungry for more.

 

In the coming weeks we had an opportunity to be alone for a few hours in a friends camper and we had oral sex. It was my first time and I loved it. He licked my pussy and I ‘went down’ on him. We ‘made out’ and it was soooo hot & exciting. I was hooked. Even though we didn’t have intercourse I consider that to be when I lost my virginity because it was so much more significant than the event where I actually had intercourse with my boyfriend later on.

 

Funny thing about Todd…I ran into him 15 years later. He had had a rough life. We spent hours catching up over drinks and then we went back to his place. We spent the night together but there wasn’t really much in the way of sex. He wanted to hold me and look at me, that’s pretty much what he did for hours…just telling me how beautiful I am.

 

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Looking back...

Reaching way back…

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The beginning seems to be the appropriate place to start with this tale.

I was raised in rural Nova Scotia, Canada. I was surrounded by farms and apple trees. I had a poor upbringing but all my basic needs were covered. My parents did the best they could with what they had. My grandparents helped out when things got really tough. I went to church but never liked it. I did well in school but was rarely pressured to do better. I was socially awkward and lonely as a youngster. I was always more drawn to adults/teachers than to my peers. I was bullied or ignored by kids my own age. I never felt like I belonged there. When I grew up I wanted to be an accomplished actress or singer…but I never wanted to be so famous that I would appear in tabloids or be recognized when in public.

I competed in public speaking and usually won. I took every opportunity to be in school plays or anything just to get up in front of a crowd of people. My cousins & I used to put together little performances for our families. I’ve always been an exhibitionist and performer.

I was always good at making and saving money. I created or found small jobs around the community to get paid for, I babysat, worked on farms, house sat, cleaned people’s houses, etc. When I was 15 I rolled and sold single cigarettes to other students at school. I never smoked myself. Jobs fell in my lap as well. At 15/16 I was offered a job in an optical store where my Mother was buying glasses. I worked there on and off for a year making a few dollars more than minimum wage. It was a grown up job and I was proud to have it.

When I was in my early teens my stable and fairly normal family life started to change. With my older brother and I becoming old enough to be more independent my Mother started to live her life again and she was not happy with my Father. It took a few years of drama but they finally divorced when I was 16. I was closest with my Mother so I moved to Halifax with her which was a significant event in my life. I became a city girl and was introduced to all kinds of new people and experiences.

I did not fit in at my new school and I spent most of grade 11 going to bars and partying with girls from another school. My Mother and I were more like friends and I had all the freedom of an adult. No discipline or pressure to do well in school. I was friendly with my teachers and worked in the cafeteria at school. I received very high grades in English and even tutored ESL students in Shakespeare. English wasn’t their first language so Shakespeare seemed impossible to them but I would act out all the roles for them until they understood and at least brought their grades up from failing to passing.

In my final year, grade 12, I hated going to school. I had no friends my age in the school I went to. I still partied a lot but I also had two other part time jobs outside of my cafeteria job. I worked at a coffee shop and at a fancy ladies shop in the most posh hotel in town. I missed a lot of classes for work and at the end of the year found myself dangerously close to not graduating. It was all reliant on one class: computer science. I had failed everything in that class all year. I had been attracted to the teacher from that class and had had an awkward experience with him months earlier. He had been tutoring me in math and I started sweating so much I was leaving wet finger marks on the paper. The sweat was just pouring off of me. I thought it was because of hormones…I’m not sure what he thought but he gave me one of his clean t-shirts to wear instead of my knit sweater. It was thrilling wearing his shirt. It felt naughty. That night I became very ill and realized I had been sweating because I had a fever! After a couple of days home sick I returned his t-shirt, clean & folded.

The night before the exam I was at the bar with my girlfriend. There was no point in studying, I was going to fail and probably go to summer school. I felt a hand on my shoulder and my last name in my ear followed by “studying hard for that exam tomorrow I see!”. I turned to see that teacher smiling as he walked away. I nearly threw up. My heart was pounding. I was drinking underage in a bar and I had screwed up. I went after him, found him and offered to buy him a drink (cheeky, hm?). He put his arm around me and said to his friend: “This is my favorite student.” I was shocked as I figured he thought I was a stupid dork. I then explained that there was no point in me studying as we both knew I didn’t have a hope of passing the exam…and it would mean summer school for me. He then advised me to write the exam as if I knew every answer. To hold my head up and look confident. He didn’t need anybody asking him any questions when I passed.

I learned a valuable lesson that night.

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Not my official school uniform