Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

Any Requests?

Aloha Girls,

First of all let me say THANK YOU! You incredibly diverse, dynamic, and *ahem* extremely foxy ladies have helped Hotel Bliss achieve our vision of creating an online, bi-friendly community full of sensuality and intelligence. We are learning so much more about the site through YOUR help. I, personally, am moved everyday reading the lovely, heart bearing, and sincere blogs and bulletins. I love the honesty we are all bringing to the table. I am all about bringing it and you girls make me extremely proud. Boastful! Forget being shy. This community is my ultimate ‘coming out’ tool and guide!

We have received all sorts of constructive feedback. We have worked hard to solve all the trouble shooting as it comes our way. Hopefully ya’ll are enjoying the sexy Penthouse pictures a little more with the clean up our Christian so brilliantly coded. We hope you are enjoying the browse function a little more now that you have more options. Our number one goal here at Hotel Bliss is to answer the question “How do I meet a bi girl in my area?”. We hope that you will use the browse tool along with the ‘Find a Warrior’ map page to find girls in your area.

We just recently received a request for darker background hotel colors like black and grey. Since I do the colors around here, that question is for me and I say, no problem! I’ll hook up some hotel colors for you girls that aren’t into the ones we gots. I’ll whip us some black and greys and dark reds and what else? If you girls have any questions, comments, or requests please always feel free to drop me a line. I aim to please! wink.

Have fun and flirt and meet and share and…………

SHOP!!!!!

Our boutiques are opening very very soon! Woohoo!

I can’t wait to get a made-to-order, glasss di…

I mean, a pair of hand knitted mittens, that is!

YEEEAAAHHH!

Go Hotel Bliss!

xoxoxo,

Jungle Jane

Violation

Ok, I know this doesn’t exactly fit in with what Hotel Bliss is all about, but I’m so angry right now I need to put this down.  I had a beautiful stone gargoyle that was a gift from my parents almost 10 years ago.  I hand painted him and christened him “Herbert”.  He’s been with me through 2 marriages and god knows how many changes of address.  He always stood guard over my front door.  And believing the myths about gargoyles, I always felt he kept any malignancies away from me and my family.  Well, some a**** stole him right off my front porch today!  I have good suspicion it was one of the worthless kids that live around here.  (Apologies to those moms on here….I’ve never liked or wanted kids, but’s that my choice and opinion.)   I’m so mad right now I can’t even cry.  The cops pretty much laughed at me and I doubt our property manager will be much help.  But I have to try something.   I’ve never been victimized like this before and I don’t like the feeling.  But I’m gonna try and get another gargoyle this weekend and we’re installing security cameras as well.  I’ll never replace my Herbert and can only hope and pray that Karma will be an absolute bi***** to whoever took him.

Comments not neccesary, I just needed to vent.

Edit:  Went and picked up a new gargoyle this weekend and got him all painted yesterday.  Herbert II is now proudly sitting on my hearth.  I’m so happy to have him back.  And he’s never going outside.  For those interested I’ll have a picture in my penthouse here shortly.  Thanks for all the kind comments and understanding.  You girls are the best! 

An Unsent Letter

I have had two first loves. Normally, I wouldn’t say that but the quality and experience of the two were so entirely different that I don’t know if they could even be in the same category. However, I can say with authority that first loves are nearly all the same in one respect. Your first love almost never works out. I think it is because you are still learning how to deal with relationships. Or it could be that you feel far more for them than they do for you. You never fall as hard as you do for your first love. Experience teaches us how to love wisely, not blindly.

Neither of my first loves worked out. The first was with a man. I met him while we were stuck in an airport. I was fourteen and he was seventeen. 3 years later, we ended up living a 7 hour drive from one another and embarked on a relationship that lasted two years. But, like I said, you always screw up with your first love. It took me a long time to break entirely free from the wreckage.

My other first love lasted merely a few weeks. I have mentioned her in my previous blog entry: I was the last to know I was bi!. This was head over heels kind of love. I am not saying it was that kind of love that is deep and built over time, but it was crazy and boundless. They are two different kinds of love.

One day, she just disappeared. She stopped answering any e-mails. I couldn’t contact her. For months. Then she showed up on AIM one day, and we talked. She said, “Oh, I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been kind of obsessed with my new boyfriend.” I was hurt. She disappeared for a few more months. The next time I heard from her, she had moved in with him but was sad because he was more into his drugs than into her. And my heart hurt a little more. The final time I talked to her was a few months later. I asked her how she was, and she explained that her boyfriend whom she ignored me for had given her herpes. I cried. I would’ve given her the whole world, but she left me for a guy who gave her herpes. Talk about a blow to the self-esteem.

The worst thing about it was that each time I would talk to her, all those old feelings would return. If she had asked me to be with her, I would’ve done it. I wanted her to be happy and I knew I could do it. She had her own reasons for what she did, and I don’t hold it against her… but I was devastated and put off of women for quite awhile.

After we spoke for the last time, I wrote her a letter. I’ve never sent it. I’ve never let anyone read it. But I am sharing this with you because I know you will treat it with sensitivity and acceptance.

An unsent letter

For months I have pushed all thought of you out of my mind. I have succeeded only because I had plenty of admirers to distract me, yet none of them could capture my attention for long. Then you appeared out of the void, and now I cannot get my mind off of you.

I would like to say that I can think of nothing else due to the personal trials you are experiencing, but that isn’t it. What I wish to say, what my heart demands I say, is that for reasons I cannot fathom, I am still just as enamored with you as I was all those months ago.

I find myself remembering things you’ve told me about yourself when I usually have the worst memory. I find myself daydreaming of waking up to you in the morning and making love to you in a variety of ways. I know if we had continued talking, I would’ve insisted on keeping you for myself and devoting myself to you in turn. I have been scared of commitment all my life but you proved to be the exception.

I don’t mean to upset you with any of this and I’m not asking for anything either.

I just wanted to tell you that I find you endlessly beautiful and that you have awoken a passion in me that no one else could have touched upon. I don’t understand feeling so strongly for someone I barely know, but it’s there. You described the spark that some relationships have and some don’t. For me, that spark is there between you and I.

Again, I’m not asking for anything. I just wanted to reassure you that you are my inamorata, the first and only woman I have loved to these depths.

I hope that life gets better for you. I hope you find happiness because that is all I have ever wanted for you, whether I inspired it or not.

With love,
Evokateur