I’ve been struggling to write a new post. The current state of government here in the US sometimes makes the things I think about and want to write of seem trivial and silly. But I also believe we shouldn’t stop doing whatever makes us feel awesome, and spread it far and wide!

So how much more mundane can I be in writing about underwear?

I read an interesting article recently about underwear. About how we chicks put a lot of time, energy, and moolah into looking cute for everyone else’s benefit ~ and there’s nothing wrong with that, I say ~ but our underwear is usually the last thing we think about when putting our hot and sexy selves out there. (Admittedly, sometimes even doing that takes some effort, only because I’m an introvert).

Some thoughts to consider about the subject ~

We people sometimes fake our way to self-worth. We can show the world how hot, successful, together we are, and we wear underwear that’s shit. No one’s gonna see it so it doesn’t matter. 

So what are we really saying? Our appearance is a facade. Or we actually don’t deserve nice things. Or we don’t care enough about ourselves to wear sexy and nice underwear. Or maybe we only value superficial things that are seen by others.

Just a trivial idea to consider that might not be all that mundane.


Hope you’re pleased with VB’s updated look. It hasn’t undergone any changes since I started it 2 1/2 years ago! The Bitch hates old and outdated shit, so she’s doing a little redecorating.

A few minor changes to come. Always with the goal of being sensual and erotic. I hope you like it!

Damn I Miss My Site

I’d love to be able to post here more often. VB is my fun little indulgence that I haven’t had time for in a while. But not forgotten. Like lovers separated by an ocean, it’s very sweet to spend time with.

I’m leaving this rather scorching video. I know, Britney Spears is usually teeny-bopper fare, but there’s nothing teeny about it. Hope you like it as much as I do!


This Seriously Turns My Brain On

I shared with you already how one of my 100 things to do this year is ride on a motorcycle, right? And if no one shows up to take me for a ride on one I WILL learn myself. There’s a Harley Davidson store not far from me, and they have beginner classes!

Of course, being a chick, with me one thing leads to another. Especially when leather attire is required.

All the incentive I need is right here…..What do you think? Fuckin badass, right?

I’ve Done It

Went and scheduled a photo shoot for myself for this summer on my birthday.

I can’t think of anything more fucking fun than having makeup artists, hair stylists and photographers primp me up and then take beautiful shots.

I’m having three kinds…professional with my violin, edgy like the above photo (no, that’s NOT me), and maybbudoir.

What the hell, it was hammered into me well into adulthood that I was ugly and stupid. WRONG! I am beautiful and intelligent. I was around the wrong people. A swan among ducks.

I’ve set out over the past 2 1/2 years to prove them ALL wrong.

This photo shoot will be my ultimate FUUUUUCK YOU, assholes!!

Then it gets better. I will use those ass-kicking photos to my advantage to get playing gigs, teaching, anywhere leather + violin = check that bitch OUT!

If you’re so on fire then, why wait till summer?

Good question, thanks for asking.

Because my hair needs to be still longer, and styled a certain way for my taste. I love long, messy, red hair.

Violin Bitch 2015 in review

Deep gratitude for Violin Bitch readers ❤️! Almost 3,000 page views in total, and visitors from 54 countries…..you all are amazing!!

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,900 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 32 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Rollin’ in the Deep

My soul has been cocooning in a dark, mysterious place. Darkness is not depression or negativity. It’s the deep place the millisecond after committing to something, when you know you’re right just as the floor disappears beneath you.

It’s the place you surrender yourself to in sleep. Or the  place you enter after facing reality, giving up someone or something that, fascinating as they/it might be to you, creates a whole lot of angst.

Being free from anyone close these past several months has forced me to dig down deep, shout into the cave WHO’S IN THERE?? Listen for an answer.

So as you know, if you’ve been reading my posts, I found a chick very different from the persona I present to the world.

Don’t most of us act a part?

But now my audience has left, the theater dark and empty. The stage clear of scenery and props.

There is a mirror. And a dressing room. And a wardrobe. Makeup.

So I try on different looks. Speak with different inflections, voices. Find what feels right, what matches my insides.

Doesn’t matter. It’s not a performance. All the seats are empty. My echoing voice filling the theater.

Just dark – soft – easy. No distractions. No pleasing, playing to them, negativity.

Just bein’

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