mialoveshenrymiller – Letter 47 – San Francisco, Mr. Shrink Man, Submission, Romance and Unexpected Surprises

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Letter 47 – San Francisco, Mr. Shrink Man, Submission, Romance and Unexpected Surprises

I’m writing this letter on 6/13/2012 at 10:37 a.m.

Dear Henry,

“I don’t care who the artist is, if you study him deeply, sincerely, detachedly, you will find that he and his work are one.  If it were otherwise the planets would be capable of leaving their orbits.” –Henry Miller, Art and Outrage

I have returned to my artist loft today.  I’ve been working on a very large, existing portrait for the television mural project, which I have been working on for numerous months.  It is almost complete.  I’m proud of the work that I’ve accomplished so far.  As I have been painting, I’ve been listening to James Patterson’s, The Women’s Murder Club, Volume 1.  The setting of this mystery novel takes place in San Francisco, one of my favorite cities to visit.  It reminds me of my first adventure to San Francisco.  I have been itching to write a letter to you about it, telling you about my strange and awkward experience, for quite some time.  This is a tale of weird confliction, confusion, frustration, sadness and unexpected surprises and extreme romance.

Voice Number 1 – “A well-balanced individual is one who has no regrets.  And who’s he or she? The one who has tasted at least once- or twice even better – all passion and vices the world has to offer.” –Excerpt from the Play, Flush Game Or the Gospel According to Henry Miller, Corneliu Mitrache

My first trip to San Francisco was approximately six years ago, 2006.  It was mid-June and the weather was chilly, much like it is today in Minnesota.  Several months prior to my journey, I yearned to discover something sexually exciting in my life – a new intimate encounter – a new lover – a new city.  I would often scan over the personal ads in City Pages, or online polyamorous dating, web sites, to see if anyone interesting would pique my interest.  I even had to fill out a personal profile on a few of the web sites.  I didn’t mind. Within a few days, I received a message from an older gentleman who appeared intriguing to me.  He was a high profile psychologist from the east coast- NYC.   The world of psychology has always interested me.  We conversed via email for many days and nights.  We seemed to click on many levels.  Our written replies to each other flowed easily. We eventually agreed to meet for dinner at Manny’s Steakhouse in Downtown Minneapolis, the next time he visited the Twin Cities.  This gentleman told me in one of his last emails, before traveling to Minnesota, that he wanted to surprise me with a gift, and asked for my measurements.  So I gave them to him, 36-27-34. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 39 – He’s Married to a Mafia Princess, Crazy Cunnilingus, and Extreme Intoxication at the Palomino Club

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Letter 39 – He’s Married to a Mafia Princess, Crazy Cunnilingus, and Extreme Intoxication at the Palomino Club

“My books seem like someone else’s work now. Sometimes I wonder, did I write this or that? Was it I writing about myself or was it somebody else writing about me?” –Henry Miller, quotes on page 116 in the book, Henry Miller Full of Life, A Memoir of America’s Uninhibited Literary Genius, by Kathryn Winslow

2/20/2012 – 8:48 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

I’m at letter thirty-nine in less than three months time.  I have only eleven more letters to write before I compile all of these letters to publish my first book, Mia Loves Henry Miller – Volume One.  It’s nice to come close to reaching a goal of mine, after many years of dreaming about it.  I still have so many topics I want to discuss with you, and it is the reason why I will continue writing these letters and publish another fifty of them as a second novel, Mia Loves Henry Miller – Volume 2, to accompany this first book, somewhere in the near future.

“The reason Henry painted nude figures and covered up heads was because clothing and hair were too difficult for him to do. He omitted ears for the same reason. The emphasis was on the eyes, which he especially liked to paint-in his way, as orbs without lids or lashes. Sometimes he threw in a few eyes here and there on the paper.” –Kathryn Winslow, Henry Miller: Full of Life, A Memoir of America’s Uninhibited Literary Genius

Today, I’ve been painting a large portrait of Prince for a majority of the day and listening to one of my favorite author’s J.D. Robb on Audio Book.  Lieutenant Eve Dallas kicks major ass! I listen to J.D. Robb’s books over and over again.  I never get tired of J.D. Robb’s talent and the person who reads this intriguing, ingenious detective series. Susan Erickson has a multi – talented voice!  She mesmerizes me, sucking me in, making me lose track of time as I paint away.  She is seriously iced!  Being seriously iced is a good thing in Lieutenant Eve Dallas’ gritty, crime ridden realm and part of this futuristic world’s sci-fi lingo, which I love. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 33 – Heat and Mischief in NYC with Mr. B

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Letter 33 – Heat and Mischief in NYC with Mr. B

1/30/12 10:25 a.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

“New York is cold, glittering, malign.  The buildings dominate.  There is a sort of atomic frenzy to the activity going on; the more furious the pace, the more diminished the spirit.  A constant ferment, but it might just be as well be going on in a test tube.  Nobody knows what it’s all about.  Nobody directs the energy.  Stupendous. Bizarre. Baffling.  A tremendous reactive urge, but absolutely uncoordinated.” –Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

During the first few months, after Mr. B and I met, we took so many trips to NYC in a short amount of time.  It’s difficult to remember what events happened in precise sequence during each visit, because it all kind of blurs together.  The first trip we took to NYC was in mid to late April or possibly early May, almost six years ago.  The spring weather was gorgeous!  I love New York City in the spring time.

We flew again to NYC sometime in July.  Mr. B was getting ready to publish his second book.  He had some business that he needed to take care of.  It was so fucking hot!  NYC was on the verge of a black out.  The classic song, Steam Heat, kept playing in my head.  The Manhattan generators were working overtime to keep everyone cool.  The streets smelled like rotting garbage and melting, hot tar.  Chinatown smelled like spoiled fish and chicken.  The sidewalks were wet from small puddles of spilt coconut water.  The heat from the vendor carts projected even more heat as you walked past, clouds of billowing smoke from the food on the grill, stole your breath away.  The homeless looked defeated, slumped up against a building, hoping for some money to purchase something to cold to drink.  The subways were stifling hot and miserable due to the air conditioning going out in some of the subway trains. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 29 – Early Birthday Surprises, Sybians and Sex Machines

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Letter 29 – Early Birthday Surprises, Sybians and Sex Machines

“Suddenly, without let or warning, a dynamo broke loose inside her.  Every particle of her molten being was convulsed with shuddering raptures.” –Henry Miller, Crazy Cock

1/23/12 – 9:51 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

I’m finally getting the chance to write a kinkier story. However, I felt the need to tell you about Mr. Cali Man, in order to make sense of my upcoming letters. I’ve been itching to write about my highly erotic, Saturday night, ever since it occurred.  I had an amazing weekend!  I’m still feeling high from it. I told Mr. C that I wanted new, kinky memories for my birthday.  I desire more explicit content for my letters to you. I wanted something sexual, sensual and so very naughty.

“When I think of sex I think of it as a universe, part unknown, mysterious, possibly forever unknowable.” –Henry Miller, The World of Sex 

I arrived at the loft early on Saturday morning, so I could get a head start on cleaning it for our upcoming evening and guests.  Mr. C will meet me here later in the afternoon. We are signing our third lease for our loft, and this was the first time that we were entertaining guests here, which was our main intention when we initially rented it.  My mind daydreamed of what might happen later that night as I cleaned.  My aroused body craved for our upcoming evening.  I could hardly wait. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 28, Part 2 – Sinning in Sin City: Goodbye Mr. California Man

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Letter 28, Part 2 – Sinning in Sin City: Goodbye Mr. California Man

“The potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves.” —Anais Nin, Aphrodisiac

1/22/12 2:35 p.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

Wow!  Mr. C and I have just had the most amazing erotic night, last night at the loft.  However, I’m not going to write about it now, because I need to finish telling you about Mr. California Man.  But, I promise to tell you, Henry, in my next letter – Letter 29.   I’m still sore and tired from such an eventful night.  It was an early birthday gift from Mr. C.  It was definitely erotic and kinky!

Sinning in Sin City….

The Excalibur hotel was stunning, returning me to the past Renaissance days.  I’ve always been a huge fan of King Arthur, Queen Guinevere and Merlin.  I don’t think that I’ve ever seen so much activity and a variety of people together in one place.  I was observing so many different races and listening to so many dialects and languages.  I definitely wasn’t in Minnesota any more. I even saw gay men holding hands as they walked through casinos.  It was nice to see them be so open.  My mind had been closed for so long living in rural Minnesota and having a red neck husband.  My mind was now widening, stretching, yearning for more.

I shared a large room with Mr. Cali Man and his wife.  We had two queen sized beds.  By now I was getting used to being around Mr. Cali Man’s wife.  We seemed to get a long fairly well.  I tried to be as polite and nonintrusive as possible.  Now that I think back on it, I’m wondering if Mr. Cali Man’s wife had any bi-sexual fantasies.  I was naïve to the fact, because I wasn’t really aware of my own bi-sexuality.  It might have been very interesting if she was bi-sexual or bi-curious. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 25 – London and Paris: Planes, Trains and Eating Mary Jane

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Letter 25 – London and Paris: Planes, Trains and Eating Mary Jane

“I think it was a happy thought to name you a ‘living book’. I can turn to you like a book, turn the pages of the few hours spent in your presence, and find there the joy and wisdom that is you…To be able to write to you, to know that you are still in the flesh, is a great comfort, a joy. Que le bon Dieu Benisse!” –from a letter to John Cowper Powys by Henry Miller, May 19th, 1950

1/11/2012/ 9:11 a.m.

Dear Henry Miller,

I fell asleep on the couch last night.  I worked on the mural project yesterday, and worked on some other art work in the evening.  I was so tired!  I didn’t even hear Mr. C leave for work at 4 a.m. this morning.  I think I fell asleep shortly after I got off the phone with Mr. B.

Mr. B’s been away on business.  He arrives early today.  We are going to spend a few nights together at the loft, while his wife is away – an opera in New York City.  I can hardly wait.   We always seem to binge on each other, gorging ourselves on sex, whenever we get a few nights together.   I’m definitely ready to play – to experience some long foreplay, some intense, erotic endorphin release and paramount orgasms!

The afternoon is damp, cold and gloomy, reminding me of my visit to London five years ago. This trip was a birthday gift (my birthday is Jan. 27) from Mr. B, five years ago.  He had to meet with an international literary agent, inviting me to join him.  I had never toured outside of the country.  I was very excited!

“If there is something wrong about our attitude toward sex then there is something wrong about our attitude toward money, toward work, toward play, toward everything.  How can one enjoy a good sex life if he has a distorted, unhealthy attitude toward other aspects of life?” –Henry Miller, The World of Sex

“Here,” Mr. B handed me a small, white pill, soon after our flight to London took off, “take this.  It will relax you and make you sleepy.  It’s a long flight.”

I didn’t think that I needed the sedative.  I was so excited the night before, I couldn’t sleep.  I remained awake, packing my suitcase, showering, and getting ready.  I’m already a bit drowsy.  I had to meet Mr. B at the airport at 5 a.m.  But, I trusted him, taking the pill, the chalky bitterness dissolving upon my tongue – washing it down with a sip of semi-hot, Earl Grey tea. Continue reading

mia loves henry miller – Letter 21 – Geishas, Burlesque Shows, Kindles for Christmas, and Another Erogenous Evening with Mr. B

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Letter 21  Geishas, Burlesque Shows, Kindles for Christmas, and Another Erogenous Evening with Mr. B

“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.” —Arthur GoldenMemoirs of a Geisha

“A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course of victory” Arthur GoldenMemoirs of a Geisha

12/27/2011 9:06 a.m.

I started this letter days ago – before I quickly wrote and posted Letter 20 – writing a little bit here and there in between my busy schedule

Dear Henry Miller,

I’ve been at the loft the past few days, rehearsing my Geisha number for the big New Year’s Eve show coming up this Saturday.  It’s a very complex, intricate number.  The rehearsals have been long and tiring, but hopefully worth the effort.   This is one of my signature numbers, and one of my favorite burlesque numbers to perform.  I’ve been doing it for over five years, each time, revising and improving upon it.  I have invested over $1,000.00 in costuming over the years – that doesn’t include all the fans and parasols, which need to be replaced frequently, due to hours of use during rehearsals.  I’m grateful for my visits to NYC’s Chinatown, where I can purchase them cheaper in a variety of colors. Continue reading