Vice Vixen


Epic blogging fail, I TOTALLY MOVED

So as your humble narrator is now blogging-as-work, I went to renew my custom domain name. And lo, some dumbass domain-name clearinghouse has registered my site.

WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?!?!

Fear not, oh my five readers. Vice Vixen has gotten a makeover. And now, please find me at :

FEMMEDANGEREUSE.COM


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Sweet and Sad and you’ve heard it before…
January 19, 2008, 4:01 pm
Filed under: death by cute, fetish, geek love, jersey love, love, lust, OTP, pride, retro, sanctimony, sin in general, sleep

Courtesy of Edgar Allan Poe, just because I’m in that kind of mood…

ANNABELLE LEE

Author: Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love –
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.



I don’t “do” outside…

So I found some more star lights.  I can imagine a cluster of these would create a soft, romantic glow in a bedroom  And they’re crazy cheap.



Uncommon Goods shopping picks
November 9, 2007, 12:32 am
Filed under: accessories, boys, death by cute, fetish, geek love, in the house, love, lust, sex, shopping, sleep, totally gay, wear

So many good things, I couldn’t be arsed to narrow it down:

 Sex flashcards.  So goshdarn cute.

Hand-holding mittens.  Cause plain ones aren’t gay enough.

Tree locket.  Just adorable.

Happy Buddha pen stand– to ward off bad work juju.

And a sappy pillow.

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.” 



Everyone’s blogging airstreams, but I saw them first!

I’ve been wanting an Airstream like, whoa lately.  Something about the idea of an inexpensive (compared to a house), super-mod, goes-anywhere abode is so thrilling and bohemian.  The city life thing can really grind you down, and you can’t drive your apartment down to Florida for the weekend.  Also, they have a very romantic pod-like feel to them- as if you could create a dirty weekend with no notice and no planning.  Coooool.



Sugar babydoll

In my never ending quest for comfy, cute slips, I stumbled across this adorable sale piece from- wait for it- the Gap.  Soft red cotton trimmed with wide lace strips.  It’s sexy and practical.  Kinda like me.



Getting out of Dodge…
October 4, 2007, 5:47 pm
Filed under: cheap, death by cute, entertainment, haute, i own it, indolence, love, retro, sex, sin in general, sleep

Sometimes the naked city can be a bit stifling. Overall, it’s the center of the world and we all know it, but sometimes that can be hard to remember when you’re sweaty and squished on the F train. Or when you need some time alone to talk with someone and everything in the world at your doorstep is just way too distracting.

A few weeks ago, I had a long visit with my super dreamy boyfriend and we needed a quiet place to chill. I saw the glowing reviews at Trip Advisor of the Roxbury and was sold. Because, is teh internets ever wrong? This well styled hideway has luxe details, reasonable rates, friendly owners, and all the quiet you could ever want. There’s an extensive continental breakfast and DVD collection, and the rooms are pimped enough so you’ll never need to leave unless you want to.

Extra props go to the Village Pub in nearby Margaretville. Being total lazy bastards, we napped through regular dinner hours every night. I would have starved to death without their surprisingly delicious burgers and my date tried the chicken cacciatore made from fresh local ingredients for a very reasonable price. Top marks all around. Some pics: