Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Faggot Prison

This erotic hypnosis recording is designed for so-called “straight” men that have fantasies about being with other men.

Once you enter Faggot Prison, you’re going to realize that you’ve been obsessed with cocksucking and getting your ass pounded by other men your whole life. Learn the rules of being the best flaming faggot in prison, how to suck cock the best, and how to turn on your other faggot cellmates. It doesn’t matter which kind of guy fucks you, you’re going to learn to accept all cocks (and all men) of all shapes and sizes. In this recording, your feelings of are absolute no importance. You will be transformed into a flaming queer and there’s no going back.

Recording includes:
Erotic hypnosis, femdom, arm paralyzation, faggot prison commandments, homosexual transformation, verbal humiliation, forced homosexuality, cum obsession, cocksucking, ass-eating, faggot intimacy, cum swallowing, crying, hair styling, lingerie wearing, flirting with men, arousal triggers, ass fucking, and post-hypnotic suggestions.

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 26 minutes, 14 seconds
Zip File Size: Approx. 23 MB
Price: $35.00

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So today I started a pen pal relationship with a hot looking black guy in prison named Dominique. He won’t be out until 2013, and I figure he’s probably lonely as hell behind bars. While writing him, I was inspired to make another recording called “Faggot Prison.” Apparently my customers seem to really dig all the humiliation type recordings I make, so I figured I’d make a new one. The script is done and I hope to release the recording over the weekend. It’s cruel, ya’ll. But then again, so was “Cum Slut Bitch Whore” which turned out to be a best seller.

By the way here’s a recent pic taken just minutes after taking a shower so my hair’s a little wet, but I love the saying on the shirt!

Love
Isabella
xoxooxx

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Perhaps what I’m about to say isn’t a shared opinion. And perhaps it might even upset some people in the adult web cam industry. My goal is to express my experience and not to undermine anyone’s work ethic. So before I begin discussing the topic at hand, I’d like to preface this by saying I have many (real life) friends who work successfully and diligently in the adult industry working their webcams and of COURSE there will ALWAYS be exceptions to the rule. Here is what happened last night.

Ok. So as you may know, I’ve been out of state for the last week staying at a family member’s house. With all the lack of privacy and lack of time, I absolutely did not masturbate during the vacation. For me, that’s a long time! I’m used to masturbating maybe once per day or at LEAST once every two days. So for me to go nearly a week was mentally exhausting. When I got home, my roommate Jenni was packing her suitcase for a vacation to Maryland… so naturally, a lightbulb goes off and I think, “Yay I get the house to myself! I can masturbate and orgasm as loud as I want!”

So night time comes. I am alone in the house. I go online browsing for internet porn. This time I wanted something different than the usual dominant woman whipping a submissive girl. Variety is important or else I’ll get bored. This time I wanted to watch a girl on webcam. I just wanted to see her stripteasing and flirting into the camera as if I were in a stripclub. A girl who smiles, looks like the girl next door, and who likes to tease. Not hard, right? Since I knew what I wanted, now I had to figure out where to go.

I could have picked Niteflirt, because it’s where I work. But I opted against it because I’d hate to put a girl in a strange position to feel obligated to put on a show for one of her coworkers. Sometimes girls get pesky on Niteflirt if they think “competition” is watching them. And yes, I do have a separate screen name on Niteflirt for the very sole purpose of masturbating and getting off to girls. Most of the time they have no clue it’s me unless I just tell them. If I think even for a moment that a webcam girl on Niteflirt is intimidated by me (and most won’t admit it, but often times they are), I won’t pay for her services. When I’m in masturbation-mode, the last thing I want to do is “check out competition,” and instead just wanna get my nut off.

So I went to an unfamiliar adult cam website, which I’ll leave nameless. If you’re desperate to know the name, email me (not through Niteflirt) and I’ll tell you. The girls were pretty and beautiful, as are many camgirls in the industry. They even had a free chat you could have before hand with the girls. The girls wouldn’t really type back, but they would look all cute and pretty in the preview video screen. I went from one girl’s video preview screen to another… looking for someone who, frankly, didn’t appear bored out of her mind. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that it is impossible to be in a hot, horny, happy mood 24 hours a day. I’m well familiar with this adult industry and was a phone sex operator for many years before becoming a hypnotist. I know a lot of the attitudes are “put on” to make the customer feel happy, and that was ok with me. I didn’t need genuine “hot and horny” from a girl. But I at LEAST wanted her to pretend she was hot for me. Was that too much to ask? Couldn’t a girl just pretend to be excited to see a paying customer?

So I gave a girl a try. She looked adorable in the preview screen. It was a pay-per-minute deal, and I had about an hour’s worth of credits. The minute she comes on, she strips completely naked (absolutely no teasing involved at all) and begins going through the motions like a robot. And I stopped her and explained what I wanted. I told her it would turn me on if she took her time and stripteased her clothes like a stripper. Where she’ll show a breast, then cover it up. Show her ass, then play hard to get. And I also know that it’s important for ME to be just as vocal about what *I* want so that she’s not left playing a guessing game. She immediately got redressed and then sat there like an idiot. She rubbed the same spot on her panties the whole time without moving her legs, her arms, nothing. It was like watching the Twilight Zone on crack. She was a zombie. I left. I wanted someone else.

Girl number two. Hot, cute, wore glasses. Million dollar smile. Very very very cute. I figured if she wears glasses maybe she’s intelligent and can give me lots of eye contact which is very hot, especially in a stripclub. I paid for a private show and we began. I described what I wanted but she seemed confused. Finally she just asked if she wanted me to zoom in on her face and I said sure. So the duration of the time, she either put a dildo or her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. I did not want to pay by the minute to watch a girl sucking on something. Again I spoke up and told her what I wanted: a striptease. That’s all I had been trying to get. Nothing. She kept sucking her finger like a baby. I left.

Maybe third time would be a charm. Third girl. At this point I didn’t even care if I got a striptease. I just wanted to get aroused. Until this point, I wasn’t even slightly aroused. Those who know me can testify that even mundane things like leaves, trees, and carpet can sexually excite me. Come on ladies, I’m easy to arouse. Honest. I got money to spend, take your time. Let’s do this. So this other girl comes on, she actually begins doing a striptease without me even asking. Wow. How hot. Perfect body. Instant clit boner. Fucking hot. About ten minutes go by, she’s been doing lots of eye contact into the camera, touching her body, etc… and then…. she ruined my nut. She began typing on the computer. At first I thought she was typing to me and there must have been a delay. Nope. She continued to type and type and type to people. Apparently I wasn’t the only one watching this so-called “private show.”

Sorry, but I absolutely cannot get off watching a girl type on her keyboard to another “customer.” It ruined the fantasy of thinking that, temporarily, she was really interested in me. I left.

Fuck it.

So I did the unthinkable. I masturbated looking at a photo of myself. It worked. It was better than getting laid. Looking directly into my own eyes, I established intimacy. And because it was a self-portrait, I knew what I was thinking at the time and it was genuine arousal. And because it ME, what’s not to like but yourself? It’s not the first time I’ve masturbated to my picture, video, or voice… and certainly won’t be the last. After last night, I can only assume I’ll want to display more things worth wacking off too, at least for me.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo

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I’m back home! I have sooooo many emails to catch up on. Good grief. Better start replying before people decide it’s the end of the world. We’re dying! People are exploding! Isabella hasn’t responded! Hurry grab as many water bottles and batteries as you can and stock up for the apocalypse!

Here’s a photo of my latest tattoo representing the four elements: earth, air, fire, water. The plants represents the growth and structure that earth can provide and the magic mushroom represents the opening of the mind. I’m a water sign, by the way.

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Having fun with friends and family:

My aunt (pictured above on front row with the gold scarf) graduated with a Masters degree in nursing, so we all celebrated by going dancing and clubbing all night. Lots of drinking and dancing and fun! Can you spot me?

Here some of us are… all sweaty from dancing. From left: Beverly, Rachel, Me:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

P.S. There are about 60 or 70 more photos taken from the nightclub here: MORE PHOTOS

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My family and I went for a hike in the mountains in a beautiful area of northern Idaho. What a beautiful view… everywhere… rich green forest, blue calm water, ice capped mountains within view… cliffs… it was absolutely breathtaking. A camera can never truly convey all the colors, emotions, and experience that I felt.

Over 100 photos were taken from the hike. Sometimes I was the photographer and other times a family member would borrow my camera to get some cool shots. There are a variety of pics. Enjoy! Isabella hiking in the mountain with family. Not like you’d actually like to see 100 pics of me and my crazy family haha.

From left: aunt Rebecca, cousin Heather, Me, Mom, cousin Leanna, aunt Eileen, aunt Beverly… and dog Rio in center.

And here’s me and my cousin, Leanna:

Can you spot which arms are mine in this human peacock?

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

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There’s a cool tattoo parlor in Coeur D’Alene, Idaho called “The Blue Rose” and a cool guy named Jeff who works there agreed to tattoo me the four elements: earth, air, fire, water. The bad news is he didn’t get a chance to finish the ink because I had a family event to attend. The good news is he’s willing to finish the tattoo on Monday (his day off). Totally awesome guy! Go check his work out. He’s kinda new in the business (2 years professional tattoo experience) but he’s got a passion for art and a real knack for what looks good.

Here’s some photos that his niece snapped of us:

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Greetings from Idaho (and sometimes Washington)! I’m having a blast out here and meeting up with friends and family. They’re such awesome people. We should really hang out more often. My cousin Cammie had a baby recently, so now I have a second-cousin named Peyton which is nice. I loved holding him. It would be cool to have a child of my own one day. Not now, but one day.

Cousin Cammie, her newborn son: Peyton, and me.

My aunt Eileen (Cammie’s mom) and me:

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

P.S. I’ve got some emails at home (not here on laptop) from people requesting to view my other blog. I’ll grant access when I get home cause I don’t have it [your email] with me at the moment.

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It’s amazing how much kiosks in the mall escalate the prices of their products when they think you’re made of money. I dished out $214.00 for magnetic mud mask, a hydrating moisturizer, and a facial peel thing. But when I checked out the same brand online, websites sell it for almost 200% less. I got duped. Not surprisingly, the Israel and USA-made products sure works wonderfully. If I wasn’t duped, I’d be more inclined to share the name brand. However, the way I see it, if negative publicity is good publicity, I may as well not name names. The product itself is cool but the company sure could have different ethics. The women selling me the products practically prostituted themselves to me to get me to purchase them. They even let me feel them up while I hugged them. Wow. Well… that part alone was worth the extra money hehe.

Here I am wearing a magnetic mud mask (which comes off with a magnet). Maybe you know what it is and what brand it is. *sigh*

P.S. My flight for Idaho leaves in about 12 or 13 hours, so I think I better start packing. I’ll stay in touch, I promise

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Here’s what I look like on an average day: no makeup, hairband, glasses, feet in chair, on computer. The way I figure it, if someone’s gonna fall in love with the Isabella-journal “me” they may as well know what they’re getting themselves into. Hehe. I often look like this when not made up. Laid back and hair a little greasy.

Tomorrow I leave for Idaho. This will be kind of cool to see my family and hang out with them! By the way, I’ve lost approx. 7 pounds this week. Nice. Once I lose eight more, I’ll be back where I was before I gained the weight in the first place. Nutrisystem seems to be working. By the way here is my upcoming schedule for the days to come. I DID end up buying a ticket to San Francisco after all, so if anyone reads this lives in SF… you may see me at Gay Pride!

Schedule:

May 7-13 Going to Idaho (Aunt’s graduation and family get-together) - flight already purchased, free room and board
May 31-June 1 Going to Michigan (Friend from high school getting married) - driving, but need hotel
June 27-July 1 Going to San Francisco, CA (Gay Pride) - flight already purchased, hotel not
July 22-Aug 12 Going to Kona, Hawaii (NLP Trainer’s Training) flight already purchased, car already purchased, hotel not purchased
Aug 12 - Want to pay for next Huna to get discount at training - assume it will cost thousands $
Sep 13- Sep 21 I think this is when Huna 1 takes place - class not purchased, flight not purchased, hotel not purchased, car not purchased
Nov - Dec tentative dates: Venice, Italy - flights and hotels not purchased yet

*faints from exhaustion*

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Cum Slut Bitch Whore

This erotic hypnosis recording breaks all the rules. I think the title tells you everything. This was created due to popular request by those who simply can’t get enough vulgar language and dirty lip talk.

If humiliation is your fetish, then this recording is an absolute must for your collection. Be warned, it’s pretty degrading and certainly not for everyone. It’s starts off sweet, slow, and innocent… and then turns into something pretty intensely humiliating.

Recording includes:
Erotic hypnosis, femdom, female domination, hypnotic domination, public humiliation, verbal humiliation, abuse of feelings, forced homosexuality, forced bisexuality, forced feminization, multiple partners, forced pantywearing, sissy training, hair growth, full body shaving, nail painting, hypnotic deepeners, erotic and arousal triggers, cocksucking, strapon humiliation, crossdressing, public oral service, gloryholes, cum swallowing, and a devious orgasm command.

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: No
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: No
Overdubbing Vocals: No
Length: 30 minutes
Zip File Size: Approx. 29 MB
Price: $35.00

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Sexy Sunday photos

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

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Erotic Hypnosis MP3: Un Sueño Sexual

This 2-girl romantic erotic hypnosis recording is designed for those who appreciate the hypnotic language of love. You may agree with me when I say that it is incredibly hot when two languages are spoken, when both talking about sex, love, and intimacy. For years, I envisioned creating an mp3 like this, so finally completing this is a dream come true. I do hope it appeals to you on a deep, unconscious level to stimulate not only your body, but your mind as well. This bilingual mp3 is spoken in English and translated in Spanish for a truly mind-altering experience. You may recognize the voice of my friend, Jenna, translating my words into Spanish.

Fall into a spiral of colors, blending into the shape of love and connection, whirling and swimming in hypnotic ecstacy… as if you’re sleeping on clouds, and then falling deeper into a tunnel that leads you into the long-awaited… nothingness.

Be sexually and spiritually aroused by a romantic Spanish guitar strumming elegant strings, Rumi-inspired hypnotic poetry, and the romanticism of Español, overlapping with whispered English, flavored words that weave into one another until it need not matter which language is deepening your trance.

Allow yourself to be pulled into trance by pretty, feminine voices that arouse and entice you. This is recording was designed to be gender-neutral, which means men and women can equally achieve trance and orgasm.

Fetishes Include:
Erotic hypnosis, romanticism, bilingual, English, Spanish, erotic triggers, hypnotic deepeners, orgasm command, love and addiction, creative visualizations, spirals, patterns, tunnels, love fetish, beauty, connection, intimacy, and erotic flirtation and teasing.

Format: MP3 Download
Sound Quality: Professional First-Rate
Vocal Sound Effects: Yes
Prop Sound Effects: No
Soft Background Music: Yes
Overdubbing Vocals: Yes
Length: 46 minutes
Zip File Size: Approx. 43 MB
Price: $35.00

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Yesterday Jenna and I went to the Obama rally and sat up really high in the nose-bleed section and had a fantastic time. There was so much more energy there than at the Hillary rally (days earlier). At THIS particular rally, there were beach balls being thrown up in the air all over the stadium, people yelling and screaming in unison (for over an hour before Obama even showed up), and a roaring fanbase that exceeded the Hillary rally by almost 500%. In fact, there were SO many more people at this rally as compared to the Hillary one (both held in the same place), that there wasn’t enough parking. The Hillary rally barely filled a fifth of the stadium. This time, with Obama speaking, thee whole stadium was slam packed with hardly a dry seat in the house. And I gotta tell you, Obama’s pretty sexy in person.

While Obama spoke all I could think about was picturing him naked as I spanked his ass. Nothing, at this moment, would give me more pleasure than to stuff a red ball gag in his mouth while hypnotizing him to do all the political changes I’d like him to make. I would love to DOMINATE Obama in all sorts of naughty ways. I wanna tie him up to my St. Andrew’s cross and stick a butt plug in his ass and make him wear panties, tease him like a sissy bitch, dress him in a french maid outfit, and have him give me a warm bubble bath. Ah yes, now THAT would be my ideal presidential candidate: a bitch slave. I bet he has a big cock too. Not that I’d necessarily want to fuck him, I just like knowing it’s big enough to fuck with (i.e. cock torture).

Needless to say, I left the rally with pretty wet panties. The whole ordeal excited me more than can ever be expressed in words.

Jenna and I watching the pre-rally:

Barack Obama speaking to the crowd:

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My weight has been a topic of frustration for me since the day I became vegan and discontinued the Jenny Craig program. My intention was to be strictly vegan because, frankly, the idea of eating any animal products sickens me after I became educated with what happens during the pre-packaging process. For years, I had been in my own ignorant bliss and actually liked not knowing what happened to the animals. In my head, as long as I wasn’t educated about it, I wasn’t actually doing anything wrong by eating meat and dairy products. That was my story and I stuck to it. Well… until around December. That’s when I became vegan. Up until that point, I had lost a ridiculous amount of weight (100 pounds) with the help of hypnosis, Jenny Craig, and proper exercise. The problem for me then became… how can I lose the weight without Jenny Craig (who mostly offers meat in their lunches and dinners)? Sure, hypnosis can take people pretty damn far. I’m living proof. But Everyone knows you need the MIND + THE RIGHT FOOD + EXERCISE. I already have the mind + exercise down. It’s the “right food” that’s killing me.

I haven’t lost any pounds since September. In fact, I had plateaued for almost 6 months. Then in this month (April), I actually gained 15 pounds (and no, it wasn’t muscle). Can you believe it? I gained. And this was all while I was consciously watching my eating portions, went for semi-daily walks, and had lots of mind motivation. So instead of losing 100 pounds… it’s as if I’ve only lost 85 pounds.

This frustrated me, and lit a fire under my ass quicker than you can say, “cheese.”

After much self-conflict, I decided to try Nutri-System because they have a vegetarian program that I can follow. Becoming vegetarian, essentially, would mean eating dairy products again. A huge part of me does NOT want to do this (for my love of animals). But the other part of me is begging to do this (because I love myself). My love for myself won. Today, my Nutri-System food came in… enough for a full month. Today is my first day on the program. Officially I’m a vegetarian, not a vegan. Mark my words: once I get to my goal weight and am able to maintain it, I have every intention of becoming vegan again. I enjoyed that eating lifestyle very much and felt sooo good doing it.

So now that I’m on NS, I am confident that this will be the much-needed push to get me over the roller-coaster hump and push me downhill. I have about 115 pounds to lose. I’ll be sure to keep you all posted over time for those that have been following my weight reduction over the past year and a half. I can just *FEEL* that this program is going to catapult me right where I should be. This is the exact same feeling I got when I walked into Jenny Craig for the first time and just *knew* they could help. And they did. They helped save my life.

In the meantime, here is a photo of my back. Someone requested I show a zoomed in shot of my tattoos so they could see more detail work. Here you go!

P.S. I’m considering getting a scorpion (or other scorpio symbol) tattooed underneath Marilyn.

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Here’s an excerpt from “The Essence of Zen: The Teachings of Sekkei Harada” translated by Daigaku Rumme.

Being is conceived in the womb,
Becoming a person takes place in the world,
Seeing is done with the eyes,
Hearing is done with the ears,
Smelling is done with the nose,
Speaking is done with the mouth,
Carrying is done with the hands,
Walking is done with the feet.
This is what is called buddha-nature.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

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Last night Jenna and I dyed our hair. I dyed mine a shade more golden than my natural hair color… and she dyed hers a shade more auburn than her natural color. While the dye was working its way through our hair, we went outside in our pajamas and nighties and sat on towels on the driveway. It was quite an interesting experience to sit outside when it was 35 degrees with a “frost advisory” while we sat on the towels hoping deer would cross the street. It must have been nearly 25 minutes that we sat out there before our fingers turned numb and we went back inside for warmth. All in all, I’m grateful my hair color turned out all right. I also trimmed it a bit in the bathroom and clipped the dead ends and uneven parts. So my hair is slightly shorter and a tad bit brighter than usual.

Here are pics taken in the wee hours of the morning:

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Today I went to Roots and had a yummy country fried seitan sandwich and zucchini…. mmmm so delicious. Is it wrong that I always order the same thing when I go there? My upstairs shower is causing leakage through the garage, so my friend Phil and I have been ripping holes in the wall to fix it. So it looks like over the next few days there’s gonna be some plumbers and drywallers here at my place

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I want to thank everyone who reads my blog, whether on a daily or semi-regular basis. It means a lot to me that for the past five years, many people have stuck by me through thick and thin on this journal. It is my goal to maintain this journal for as long as I remain an erotic hypnotist by profession, because the readers (of this blog) know me as such.

I’m here to express that I have recently started a separate journal that is far more reflective than this one. Sometimes I fear of posting things I *really* want to say which involve lots of new age stuff, energy things, and all the transcendental enlightening stuff I’ve been experiencing… because I know the readers of this blog often like to read things that will entertain them, not bore them. So I’ve started a separate blog which many might consider boring and stupid, and that’s ok. It’s a secret blog and is not open to the public, so it’s unlikely you’ll access it anywhere on the net without knowing where to find it. If any of you would like access to it, please email me at isabella@isabellavalentine.com and let me know *WHY* you’d like access to it and why I should let you see it. This is only because this blog contains private self-reflective thoughts and I want to be extremely selective of those who view it.

It will be my pleasure to share the link with those who love mind enlightenment and asking oneself questions about existence and life. I will not be pressured to give the link away, so please do not find offense if I don’t share it with everyone. The most important thing to me is that: those who read the new blog are on the “same page” as me when it comes to energy work and consciousness. If I let everyone access it, then already I feel I have to entertain people instead of just writing from the heart. This is why I’m being choosy. In the blog, I discuss lots of Rumi, space, science, neuroscience, metaphysics, quantum physics, oneness, transcendental methodology, brain stuff, and mind philosophy. It will also contain my agonizing search for love, something I feel completely uncomfortable discussing in this current journal. It’s hard to write honestly about my emotions when I constantly have to live up to a persona that my customers expect. I’d rather discuss my desires and affections in a more private place where I can express myself openly without worrying what other people think, especially customers. It has been my lifelong dream to freely write about my thoughts online without worrying if it’ll result in a loss of finances. To emphasize my redundancy, this is designed for myself, not for an audience.

If you don’t want to read that blog, that’s ok too. I understand it’s not for everyone, and I’m sure it will bore the fuck out of a majority of people. But I thought I’d make it known since I know there are a select few people who really enjoy reading my outrageous thoughts on the universe. Plus I plan on writing a large number of journal entries per day because, frankly, my mind is going crazy without having some sort of outlet for saying these sort of things. It’s more like a diary than a blog. I write for myself rather than for an audience. I need to, otherwise I’ll go insane.

In the meantime, this blog will continue the way it always has. Now I’ll just have two. One for entertainment and sharing myself with you… and one for self-reflection and infinite possibilities.

Love
Isabella
xooxoxox

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Some souls have gotten free of their bodies.
Do you see them? Open your eyes for those
who escape to meet with other escapees,

whose hearts associate in a way they have
of leaving their false selves
to live in a truer self.

I don’t mind if my companions
wander away for a while.

They will come back like a smiling drunk.
The thirsty ones die of their thirst.

The nightingale sometimes flies from a garden
to sing in the forest.

My absolute favorite quote by Rumi of all time:

If you love love,
look for yourself.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

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I’ve been feeling rather artistic lately, so if you start to see stuff with lots of designs or whatever in my journal… please know that I’m just having lots of fun being creative. I like experimenting with photoshop brushes and stuff for new collages and whatnot. By the way, slave maurice is coming back to my place on June 6th to stay with me, which will be nice. Slavegirl jenna is a great girl and I’m positive you all will see lots of erotic hypnosis mp3s and photos of us in the future, but I’m not sure I picture her being a life partner like I do slave m. When maurice moves in, I’ll ask jenna to move out. She’s an amazing girl and it won’t take much at all for her to find a place to stay and do the things she does in life. I love her to death and will remain close friends with her. Right now I really want to concentrate on maintaining and strengthening my relationship with maurice. I don’t talk about him much in my journal for obvious reasons, but when he’s away, I often fill a void. He completes me. Very few people seem to understand our relationship and that’s ok. To set the record straight, no, I don’t fuck him. Our relationship is not physically sexual. We have a spiritual relationship with a connection that very few people could possibly understand. I love him AND I am in love with him. I have no desire to sleep with him. But yes nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life with him. Life is so much more complete when I have a slave worshipping me every day. Even slave jenna agrees I appear much happier when slave maurice is around. Nothing would make me happier than to see him again in June. We’ve been living together off and on for a year and a half. It’s always come… and go… come… and go. I must admit, I have no expectations. I just know that when he’s here, I just feel sooo damn good and absolutely welcome him with open arms.

Love
Isabella
xoxooxox

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Here are some new photos taken in front of the microphone. They look pretty similar, but I’m posting all of them because I’m having trouble deciding which ones are the best ones to post. Which one(s) are your favorite? I’d like to put one or two on my site and it’s a little challenging to decide which ones connect with the audience, if any.

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Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

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Yesterday I went to an Obama thing. Today I went to a Hillary thing. This time, I made sure to bring adequate camera equipment.

As most of you may already know, I used to be a journalist as well as a media photographer for many publications years ago. When I heard Hillary was coming to Bloomington, I grabbed my tripod, SLR camera, and video camera and drove to the Assembly Hall. I didn’t want to be “just a Hillary fan” where they get poor seating. I wanted to get some good camera angles. So I took the north entrance and walked in as though I were one of the press. I suppose one of the privileges I still maintain today from my work as a previous journalist… is how to convince others I’m writing a really good story. It gets me better seats and, frankly, better privileges at different events. In order to get a good “media spot” towards the front, I used a combination of journalism jargon as well as some really good rapport and NLP to convince security to let me through downstairs. At this particular event, I got to do a “meet and greet” with Hillary Clinton and shook her hand. I hope I didn’t give her my cold. Anyway, I shot over 150 photos of her. Some of them are really beautiful and extraordinary, and I’ll share them later.

But for now, I secretly want to post the bad photos first. I suppose that’s still the evil journalism side of me… always wanting to show people the “good” (and by good, I mean the down and gritty). As you all know, a bad photo makes for entertaining reading and really great captions and headlines. Enjoy.

Sorry, I couldn’t help but make this headline directly on the photo. I could never get away with writing that on a real newspaper, so I just HAVE to do it here.

There are about 100 different headlines I can think for this one. Perhaps, “Did someone say Monica?” or “You want to hypnotize me to do WHAT to Bill?” or “I’m a what?” or… “Spider!” I’m sure others could come up with a better headline… but the photo sure is priceless.

It’s amazing how many unintentionally bad photos (eyes closed, red-eye, bad timing) end up making people look worse than they actually are. Many times, those bad photos are used in newspapers to make the speaker appear as though they are expressing themselves differently than they actually are. Here’s a classic example:

And as for these last two… these are just my way of having fun. I sure WOULD like to fuck her with a strapon, and frankly, I think she could use a good fucking. I’d love to bend her over and have some fun with her. Love ya, Hill.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox

Originally published at IsabellaValentine.com. You can comment here or there.

Today  I went to the Student Union at Indiana University and stood in line for, I counted: 69 minutes. Why, you may ask? Well to vote, of course. Why else would I voluntarily stand for over in an hour in ANY line other than perhaps, a line to achieve “divine wisdom” or to touch a highly dense and concentrated version of “God.” So I voted early. My ballot has been cast. I’m rather proud, on some level, because this was the first time I’ve ever voted in a primary election. Ever since I was 18 years old, I’ve been proud to vote in general elections and casting my vote is a pretty damn big deal.

I’m sure you would agree that voting is pretty important, don’t you? After all, if things worsen in your country and you never voted, you certainly have no right to complain about the current situation. It seems that some people in this country just don’t care about voting, which I understand to some degree. My dad hates voting because he says, “All the politicians are evil. It’s like voting for the best of the worst.” But at least he votes so he has a right to make a difference. I found out this morning that my roommate isn’t registered to vote. She’s been eligible for six years. How is this possible? The very year I turned 18, one of the first things I did after my birthday was register. At first I thought registering would be time consuming or whatever, but it only involved filling out my name, address, email and giving it to a person at a table. How easy is that? And out here in Indiana, they make registering even easier because they give you the option to register to vote while obtaining a new drivers license… or even renewing one at the drivers license office. There really are no excuses for not being registered to vote. I highly urge anyone reading this to PLEASE register to vote. Just go online and type in “voter registration” + “your-state-here” to find out how to register in your state. It’s very important that you do this because there are DEADLINES on when you can vote for certain elections. The deadline to register to vote within the primary election is already over. But people can still register to vote for the general presidential election, which is uber meaningful.

After voting, I went to the National Economic Forum, a televised conference, where General Tony McPeak and bama’s Senior Foreign Policy Advisor Denis McDonough discussed Obama’s plans with foreign relations. There were some not-so-heavily-weighted questions from some of the audience, while others asked questions *I* would have asked, regarding national security and foreign policy. One question I liked was about the paid contractors/mercenaries sent off to Iraq who are doing acts of war crimes and getting away it because they are not expected to submit to the high standards that the military does. The answer involved making it stop. I like that. Questions asked. Real answers. That’s one thing I respect about the Obama and his campaign staff. They don’t “walk around the questions” and phrase things just to please people. They answer strongly and forthright, which is a trait all candidates should follow.

Today I sat in on Obama’s campaign, but he wasn’t physically there (he was in another Indiana city though).  Rumor has it that he is expected to visit Bloomington before May 6.

To be fair to all candidates coming to Bloomington, tomorrow morning, I’ll go to Town Hall and see Hillary Clinton. Although I have already cast my primary vote for Obama, I still feel compelled to hear Hillary speak so I can ask her some questions about animal rights. Speaking of animal rights, I did NOT get the opportunity to ask Obama’s advisor about animal rights because I felt the time and place wasn’t appropriate to bring that up as a topic of discussion. However when the meeting ended, I walked up to Obama’s field manager/director guy who is on staff and can relay information back to Obama and gave him my name and email address along with a basic question involving legislation and improved animal rights to prevent animal cruelty. I am currently awaiting a response and am confident that my question will one day end up in Obama’s hands.

It’s hard for me to decide which candidate to vote for when the general election comes up, because frankly, NONE of the candidates have spoken up about animal rights and it frustrates me. They either don’t care or it’s so far down the priority list that they feel if they speak up about it no one will listen. WE WILL LISTEN. Some of us actually care about animal rights. Some of us actually DON’T want to eat tortured food. Some of us actually CARE about anti-torture laws involving animals. The problem with animal-cruelty is that it is much worse than extreme “home abuse” cases. It’s a global epidemic. Animal cruelty happens so much that people just don’t seem to care.

I’m sure you may already know that almost every time you eat salmon, the fish starved for 10 days, are sliced open and gutted while still conscious, lived in feces infested tanks in space with 50,000 other fish with so little space, it’s equivalent to putting 27 foot-long fish into the size of your bathtub and forcing them to live there for years. There should be government-regulated legislation that prevents fish farms from being over-populated, under-nourished, abused and neglected.

And you probably know better than anyone that cows are so mistreated that much of the beef is diseased to due neglect and abuse. Just this year, 143 million pounds of beef were recalled by the USDA. That’s a LOT of beef. Why did the recall it? Because they were packaging beef that came from lame, sick, and abused cows. Why would anyone want to eat something filled with mucus, disease, and dangerous toxins? Cows often have their testicles sliced off while they’re screaming, have their horns pulled off their heads while they are still conscious, have their bodies branded with prods that are thousands of degrees in temperature until smoke is coming off their bodies and they are screaming hysterically. Often times, they are gutted alive, have their eyeballs gouged out by human thumbs, or have the skin on their legs sliced open while they are standing up simply so they won’t run away. How sick is that? I want this to change. We need new legislation in this country to prevent this from happening. I’m sure any intelligent human being would agree that animals shouldn’t be tortured and mutilated while they are still alive and conscious.

And perhaps you already know that pigs are tortured every day for things like bacon, sausage, and hot dogs. Sure, many people enjoy the taste of those products, but many people just don’t care how those products were obtained. Did you know that pigs have their balls cut off while they are still screaming and conscious? That they are often put in pens where they have little room to move. In fact, they have so little room to move (whether in cages or big giant shared pens), that they have hardly any room to lie down, turn around, and NO room to run or enjoy the social things animals need to remain healthy. Many of them go crazy or insane in those cages out of pure boredom. Then they are tortured and mutilated in horrible ways while still conscious, before finally dying and being sent the assembly line. If people are going to be allowed to kill animal, then there should be enforceable LAWS that prevent the outright abuse, neglect, and torture of the animals. Animals in agricultural farms deserve the SAME RIGHTS as animals that people have as pets. I’m not against the killing of animals. I am against the torture of animals. There are alternative methods we can use to prevent this from happening.

And we all know that chickens get some of the worst of the treatment. Their beaks are burned at thousands-of-degrees of temperature while still conscious. They often live in feces-infested cages with thousands of other chickens where they have no pecking order or social stimuli. They are slung by the handful into metal trucks, their bodies forcefully flung by their wings or their feet where their bodies slam into the truck, often times causing injury and death. They are put on assembly lines with water so they are electrocuted and paralyzed to prevent them from running away, but they still feel everything. They still feel all the pain. They are still conscious and their wings are still flapping when they get sent to the throat slicer. The throat slicer goes so fast that it doesn’t take the time to make sure the chickens’ throats have been sliced all the way before sending them down the assembly line. Almost always, the animal is still alive and kicking after having its neck sliced. Then it gets sent into hot, scalding water…. boiling water… while still alive…. so the chicken can be de-feathered. Isn’t that some sick shit? Those kicking chickens are forcibly put into boiling water with their open throats gashed open… they’re flapping trying to get out… and the machines are too shallow to allow drowning. Those that survive the torture of being boiled alive, get gutted… alive. Deskinned and gashed open while still feeling all the pain, still feeling all the torture… and being powerless to stop it. WHO WILL BE THE VOICES FOR THESE ANIMALS? There are alternative methods we could be using instead, such as using controlled-atmosphere-killing (CAK) which involves the painless killing of 400+ chickens within an odorless gas environment. The cost is relatively cheap, given context of how many animals it could terminate at one time in as littler as 30 seconds. WE NEED TO USE THESE ALTERNATIVES. I urge any of you reading this to PLEASE use your voice for animal rights in this upcoming election. Get involved. We need to speak up for these crying, tortured animals. Those who are strong in compassion, please make the stance that we, as Americans, ARE INTERESTED in knowing how the candidates stand on the issue of animal rights.

For those of you who have to “see it to believe it,” I DARE you to watch these sick videos. My stomach can’t handle it.

I care about animal rights. Will you care about them too?

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox

Originally published at IsabellaValentine.com. You can comment here or there.