I’ll write a longer, more personal entry next time. I’ve been rather busy lately and recently returned from Virginia Beach, VA. Lots of traveling, as usual. Will share pics soon. In the meantime, I wanted to share two new pages added to my website. They’re a little similar to the Valentine’s Day journal entry, but designed for longevity and much more pleasing on the eye.
New pages on website:
Goddess Giving
Goddess Karma
Love
Isabella
xoxoxox
I’d like to re-introduce you to the world of giving, and hopefully you’ll feel inclined to participate in some good causes! Not only is it fantastic karma, but it just feels wonderful to give to people who need it. I don’t know about you, but there are times in my life where I’m financially blessed and it only seems natural to share the wealth with others. A little bit can go a long way!
For 6 years and counting, I’ve sponsored eight children. There are currently only 7 children pictured above because one of the children (her name was Tatiana) was affected by a damaging hurricane and her family moved out of the country which prevented them from continuing with the program. So I am awaiting a new photo from Reynalda, her replacement. Each of the children participate in programs provided by Children International which helps them become more educated and teaches them interactive skills crucial in the learning process in growing up. I’m participating in a global recruitment project called Lift One to spread the word on how important it is to sponsor a child. My goal is that even if you can’t financially support a child, that you consider joining Lift One to increase sponsorship.
It feels SO wonderful sponsoring children who look up to you, rely on you, and truly appreciate your written letters. Without trying to sound like an infommercial, for only $22 a month so that you can help an impoverished child from another country. It pleases me a great deal knowing that maybe, one (or more) of my customers will take on the important responsibility of being part of the growth process of a poor child. For the longest time, I thought AIDS or cancer was the #1 killer in the world, but the truth is… poverty kills more people than anything.
In the past, there were times in my life where I wondered how “needed” I was in society. Would I die feeling unknown? Had I accomplished anything in life? What exactly had I done to improve the quality of someone else’s life? When I began sponsoring children and writing them regularly, it filled a hole in my heart. I’ve had the honor of seeing photos of each and every one of them as they grow up. They send hand-written letters expressing their gratitude, and their families are also involved.
One month, I decided to surprise one of my sponsored children, Sudip, with bonus money (a little extra besides the $22 a month), and he and his father purchased a metal cabinet for storing clothes, shoes, even food items! They had never owned a cabinet or a pantry before in their entire lives! The sponsor director of their city took photos of Sudip and his father standing next to the cabinet (4 photos total) and each photo the father was waving his arms wildly and pointing at the metal chest with his eyes extra wide. The happiness and appreciation in each photo made it SO worth it! And it happens ALL the time with these children! Their faces show such happiness and gratitude.
And one year I gave Tatiana, the girl who moved away, extra money for her birthday. A month later, I received photos of her with several gifts ranging from shoes, a shirt, a mosquito net, a hairbrush, and other items. Also enclosed in the envelope was a translated letter from Tatiana’s mom, thanking me for the money and disclosed how important the mosquito net was in their country and how many families had died from diseases carried by insects. In one of the photos, the girl was carrying the net above her head with this silly-happy-goofy look on her face as if it were the greatest gift in the world. And it was a birthday present! So not only do the children benefit from this program, but so do the whole families. Often times, these children are raised by single parents who have multiple children who earn incomes less than $50 a month. More than a billion people in the world don’t even have safe drinking water. That breaks my heart. It goes without saying that a little bit goes a LONG way!
Although I don’t make a habit of personally vouching for charities (as most of them simply want to use your money and then spend a majority of it on overhead), I can honestly say this is one program that I habitually donate to because the money is well-spent and I see instant results. I believe Children International has a lot of integrity, and I have never been disappointed. If you do decide to sponsor a child, please let me know so I can personally thank you for giving such a life-changing gift. It truly is the gift that keeps on giving. Every month, they’ll receive an education, food, and be involved in family events that help them grow and mature into strong men and women. Sponsorship provides vital benefits such as health and dental care, the tools to stay in school, clothing and shoes, housing assistance and nutritional aide. Sponsor a child 
Mother Theresa once said, “If you can’t feed a hundred people, then just feed one.” Those words have stuck with me for a long time. And it also goes along with a Buddhist saying which says, If you light a lamp for somebody, it will also brighten your path. My hope is that this message touches you in a way where you will sponsor a child, because they need you so badly. Two out of three people on the planet struggle to get by on less than $2 per day. And according to UNICEF, six million children under the age of 5 die as a result of hunger and malnutrition every year. That is a LOT of people! Every three seconds a child dies from a preventable disease. Three seconds! Imagine that you could have saved a kid who would have died by the time you finish reading this sentence. There is so much I could say about the living conditions those children face every day. I’m sure you’ve watched a ton of infommercials and ignored them (I did too for the longest time), and one day I decided I wanted to change someone’s life. Will you please sponsor a child and be a crucial part in improving their lives?
I humbly ask that when you decide to sponsor a child, you do so through this Lift One link. Don’t worry, I don’t receive money or bonuses from reeling in new sponsors. The purpose of going through Lift One is so that I can send you a personal thank you email for sponsoring a child. This way I can see a list of those who chose to sponsor and write them a heartfelt note of gratitude. If you’d rather do it anonymously, you can do that too or even go directly to the front page of Children International’s reputable website. Whatever sponsoring method you choose is the right one. Do what feels right for you
There are some Goddesses out there who ask that their customers and fans vote for them every day on toplists and other websites so that they can reach out to a global audience. In lieu of this, I have a different global approach. My goal is to help someone who needs it. Instead of clicking on banners to “vote” for me, I’d rather you click on banners that feed or clothe another human being. Did you know that just clicking on a banner, someone can get fed? And it doesn’t cost you a single penny! 100% of all proceeds go directly to the charity. I don’t receive anything from you clicking these.
Banners that help people:
The Hunger Site - Click here every day so that someone gets 1.1 cups of food to eat.
Breast Cancer Prevention - Click here every day so a woman can get a mammogram
Child Healthcare - Click here every day so a child can get proper healthcare
Literacy and Books - Click here every day so a child can receive a book and learn to read!
Protect an Endangered Habitat - Click here every day so you can protect 11.4 square feet of rainforest!
Animal Rescue - Click here every day to donate .6 bowls of food to rescued animals!
When you’re feeling charitable, please share your wealth. Twenty bucks goes a LONG way and these people will be so grateful!
Protect an Animal
Did you know that by donating $20, you can protect, not one - not two… but 10 shelter animals with vaccinations! Many animals die of diseases, because unwanted or stray pets are dropped off at humane shelters while showing symptoms of disease.
These loving animal shelters vaccinate the animals, not only for the animal’s health, but also so potential families will adopt a disease-free pet. You can donate for either species: dogs or cats, depending on your preference.
Whether you give to me… or to charity… your money will be well-spent and much appreciated. Thank you for your devotion and your generosity!
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
Want to buy your Goddess something personal and special?
Then check out my custom wishlists!
Isabella’s wishlist at Amazon.com
Isabella’s wishlist at Wishlist.com
Or if you’d rather surprise me with something from your heart, you can always pick out something locally and send it to me via mail. I love handmade items! All I ask is you please refrain from sending leather or items using animal products. If you want to buy me intimate apparel or other types of clothing, here are my sizes. Due to weight loss, these sizes may change over time, but for now these are about right.
Feel free to pick out clothing from a store or online based on these stats:
High heel size: 10.5 wide
Shoe size: 11.
Boot size: 11 however I have an 18 inch calf, so most boots won’t fit me unless you go to Torrid.com - please don’t buy leather. I prefer latex, “fake leather” (also called pleather), and pvc / vinyl.
Bra size: 44C or 42D. (My breasts used to be DD’s but I’ve lost most of my weight in my breasts)
Pant size: 18 wide (hey, this is good. I used to be size 28 last year)
Dress size: XL
Skirt size: 18/20 or XL
Blouse/shirt size: 18/20 or XL
Corset size: 52 or 54 depending on type of corset. If it’s button up, then 54. If it’s lace-up, then 52.
Pantyhose size: Q1 or Q2. Either one fits, but Q2 is slightly more comfortable.
Panties size: 9 (if buying from a major retail outlet), 18 (if buying from specialty lingerie store)
Isabella’s shipping address:
899 S. College Mall Rd. #256
Bloomington, IN 47401
or…
Send the most appreciated gift of all! Sponsor a child from Children International for $22 a month so that you can help an impoverished child from another country. This would please me more than you would ever know. I’ve been sponsoring 8 children from there for many years and have had the honor of seeing photos of each and every one of them as they grow up. They send hand-written letters expressing their gratitude, and their families are also involved. Whenever I surprise one of my sponsored children with bonus money for the month, the whole family poses for a photo in front of much-needed items they purchased with the money - and their faces show such happiness and gratitude. I can personally vouch for the integrity of this company and have never been disappointed. If you do decide to sponsor a child, please let me know so I can personally thank you for giving such an unselfish gift. It truly is the gift that keeps on giving. Every month, they’ll receive an education, food, and be involved in family events that help them grow and mature into strong men and women.
Daily Assignment
There are some Goddesses out there who ask that their customers and fans vote for them every day on toplists and other websites so that they can reach out to a global audience. In lieu of this, I have a different global approach. My goal is to help someone who needs it. Instead of clicking on banners to “vote” for me, I’d rather you click on banners that feed or clothe another human being. Did you know that just clicking on a banner, someone can get fed? And it doesn’t cost you a single penny! 100% of all proceeds go directly to the charity. I don’t receive anything from you clicking these.
Banners that help people:
The Hunger Site - Click here every day so that someone gets 1.1 cups of food to eat.
Breast Cancer Prevention - Click here every day so a woman can get a mammogram
Child Healthcare - Click here every day so a child can get proper healthcare
Literacy and Books - Click here every day so a child can receive a book and learn to read!
Protect an Endangered Habitat - Click here every day so you can protect 11.4 SF of rainforest!
Animal Rescue - Click here every day to donate .6 bowls of food to rescued animals!
When you’re feeling charitable, please share your wealth. Twenty bucks goes a LONG way and these people will be so grateful!
$20 - Send a doll to a refugee child
$20 - Send 2 girls to school in Afghanistan
$20 - Send a Darfur refugee a high-efficiency stove
$20 - Protect 10 shelter dogs or cats with vaccinations
$20 - Supply a Burmese village clinic for one day
$20 - Send an infant feeding mercy kit to Africa
Whether you give to me… or to charity… your money will be well-spent and much appreciated. Thank you for your devotion and your generosity!
Love
Isabella
xoxooxox
What I secretly most desire:
There are many items I desire from one day to the next, but some have a more profound impact on me than others do. From time to time, I’ll post an item here that I’d like more than all other gifts. It means the world to me that someone else takes interest in the objects I fancy. Right now, I’ve grown a beautiful interest to learn how to spin poi. I know a few moves and would love this interactive dvd that shows me different poi spinning techniques. It’s called “Poi Spinning Basics with Pele’s Element“ It can be accessed on my wishlist if you wish it to be sent directly to my address.
Daily Assignment
Do you want to make me smile every time I get on the computer? Show your devotion by tributing a $2.00 tribute. The dollar amount is not nearly as important as what you write (it’s the smallest amount you can send via Niteflirt to write feedback). After generously giving your daily $2 tribute, it would please me if you leave an honest and heartfelt positive feedback which encourages potential customers to listen to my erotic hypnosis recordings and be introduced to what I offer. What you say means so much to me! I love reading compliments and beautiful comments that come from the heart. It really is rewarding when I read positive words left for me every day. By doing this every day, you put a smile on my face every single time I turn on the computer.
Give your Goddess something personal!
It means a lot to me that you would consider sending me a small gift. Nothing is sexier than honest appreciation and generosty! These lists contain various items ranging in dollar amounts so you can choose something you’d like me to have. All I ask is that you give from the heart. Only give if you can afford it or if you feel like sharing your blessings.
My wishlist at Amazon.com contains multiple items from one website. I like Amazon because there are numerous products from so many categories and their prices are very reasonable.
There is a separate, personal list of wishes at Wishlist.com which contain items I’ve fallen in love with from various websites all over the net. What I love about this particular list is that it combines all my favorite things from ALL sites and lists it in one location. It even lists clothing, along with my sizes. And the difference between this and my other list is that I can add items that Amazon doesn’t currently provide (like a custom hemp necklace).
Or if you’d rather surprise me with something from your heart, you can always pick out something locally and send it to me via mail. I love handmade items! All I ask is you please refrain from sending leather or items using animal products. If you want to buy me intimate apparel or other types of clothing, here are my sizes. Due to weight loss, these sizes may change over time, but for now these are about right.
Feel free to pick out clothing from a store or online based on these stats:
High heel size: 10.5 wide
Shoe size: 11.
Boot size: 11 however I have an 18 inch calf, so most boots won’t fit me unless you go to Torrid.com - please don’t buy leather. I prefer latex, “fake leather” (also called pleather), and pvc / vinyl.
Bra size: 44C or 42D. (My breasts used to be DD’s but I’ve lost most of my weight in my breasts)
Pant size: 18 wide (hey, this is good. I used to be size 28 last year)
Dress size: XL
Skirt size: 18/20 or XL
Blouse/shirt size: 18/20 or XL
Corset size: 52 or 54 depending on type of corset. If it’s button up, then 54. If it’s lace-up, then 52.
Pantyhose size: Q1 or Q2. Either one fits, but Q2 is slightly more comfortable.
Panties size: 9 (if buying from a major retail outlet), 18 (if buying from specialty lingerie store)
Isabella’s shipping address:
899 S. College Mall Rd. #256
Bloomington, IN 47401
Today I drove to Indianapolis and participated in the Walk to D’Feet ALS (ALS also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease) and turned in everyone’s donations (that were snail mailed). Thank you everybody for your support! The walk itself was incredible - the weather was perfect and the area we walked was breathtakingly gorgeous with water where people kayaked, orange and red trees lined the sidewalk, and we could see the Indianapolis skyscrapers too which were beautiful. Some people walked, some biked, some walked their dogs, some arrived in wheelchairs - it was a VERY diverse event and I felt amazing just being there. People dressed how they wanted to dress (although most wore team shirts if they wanted to) but there were people there who were dressed similar to me listening to their ipods and enjoyed walking independently.
Two hours before I left for the walk, my cleaning lady, Jenny (the one I mentioned in my previous entry) said she wouldn’t be walking after all and said she had family priorities. On one hand, I was sad cause it would have been cool to walk with her. But on the other hand, I was secretly happy I didn’t have to wear the tie-dyed shirt after all (it was one of those yellow and lime ones that blinds you). So I wore my Morrison Hotel sweatshirt and some cargo pants, this time making sure I covered up my back tattoos just in case they offended some of the conservative folks there. When I arrived there, I saw a group of people wearing those tacky tie-dyed shirts and I walked over and introduced myself as Jenny’s friend and they all smiled and hugged me and introduced me to a woman in a wheelchair who had the ALS disease. Jenny often talked about her, but she was the first person I met with the disease. I wouldn’t say I was sad for her - I was EMPOWERED by her. I’ve been around people in wheelchairs my whole life (my brother can’t walk, so I grew up volunteering in hospitals wheeling people around almost my entire life) — so I offered to wheel her, but she was SO empowered that she said she wanted to try and wheel herself as far as she could - and all her family and I watched as she put her hands on the wheels and begin pushing.
She was struggling, but she was also smiling - and it gave me goosebumps. So she said to me, “Jenny told us how much weight you’ve lost and we’re so proud of you (she was proud of ME? I was proud of HER for being there and being a survivor!) - so instead of walking with us slow folks, we want you to go as fast as you can and reach the finish line for all of us so you can be there waiting when we get there.” The thing is, I wouldn’t have minded walking slow with them, but I could tell from the look on her face that she REALLY wanted me to walk/jog/run as fast as I could. I’m still in the process of healing my right knee, so I try not to run if I can help it. But I walked and jogged as fast as I could with a few other people who were also doing the same thing. The only people going faster were runners and bikers hehe. There were some camera crews out there who taped some of us near the front because some were holding banners and stuff. If you happen to live in Indiana, watch the local news tonight and look for the sexy girl in a Morrison hotel grey sweatshirt listening to her ipod and singing to the music That’s me!
Sitting down for a rest at the end…
Chillin…
Hanging out afterwards…
Anyone wanna stare at my ass while I walk?
Too-da-loo… listening to Sound Garden on my ipod while walking down the beautiful tree-lined sidewalk.
Behind me is the “end” of the walk for people who just finished going around the trail.
I love the view of the water behind me. Some people were kayaking in it!
Love
Isabella
xoxoxoxo
First of all I want to thank everyone who kindly donated to the ALS Association (Indiana Chapter) to help people with Lou Gehrig’s disease. When I first started, I had doubts that I could raise half a thousand dollars because I didn’t think I could get people to show interest in giving to charity, but I set my initial goal at $700 because I like to challenge myself. Within the first 24 hours you all helped me exceed that goal which blew my mind. And in a very short amount of time, that goal was exceeded many times over!
As of the time of this writing, over $3500 of erotic hypnosis recordings have been given away online (and through submitted checks and money orders through the mail). (And a couple emails were sent from people who convinced their workplaces to match contributions as well.) You all rock! Thank you for helping contribute to charity with me and for your support!
Check out the link below to donate and track how many people have donated so far (online only)!
***Link Removed — Offer Expired***
P.S. My cleaning lady, Jenny, is going to be walking with me and she has about a dozen members of her family who are walking with her (one of them has the disease). She’s asked me to be a part of her walking group so I won’t walk alone (how sweet). She even bought me a matching tie-dyed shirt to match her family. I politely thanked her, although it will take a lot of pride-swallowing for me to dress like everyone else. But I’ll do it. I didn’t wear the charity shirt at the Breast Cancer Awareness Walk last week (come on, it was a pink shirt). But I’ll wear the tie-dyed one for this Lou Gehrig’s Disease Walk to show my support. I must admit, I don’t really like the idea of wearing “team shirts” but considering this is for charity, I’ll just bite the bullet and show a little humility. Woah - ME? Humble? *shock* Besides, it’s only for a few hours… then I can dawn on my latex afterwards 
This morning I participated in the Breast Cancer Awareness Walk in downtown Bloomington which was cool cause I met a lot of people and several folks brought their dogs and puppies to walk with them. That was really neat. I must admit I felt slightly out of place there, considering I didn’t really want to wear a pink t-shirt like everyone else and since I have some really naughty tattoos on my back, a lot of the elderly people seemed to stare at me quite a bit. I really felt “stared at” today which was really weird. Look people, I know I’m hot, but damn. *giggle*
I want to send a special thank you to a fan who goes by the name “hypnotits” at Inraptured who manipulated one of my erotic hypnosis video titled “Don’t Watch” and transformed it into a neat little hypnotic piece. I really like it! It’s short, but very effective I think. He also created the music himself! Here is the video he produced:
Also, today I received an invitation to a neighborhood Halloween/Fall Potluck. As you all know from a recent journal entry, I discussed how out of place I felt at last year’s neighborhood Christmas party. I just thought I didn’t fit in with everyone. Now I have the opportunity of going again, this time to a different neighbor’s house. I must admit I am anxious, nervous, and overwhelmed with thoughts at the moment. If I don’t go, I’ll be the black sheep of the neighborhood (or am I already?) and people will think I am being disrespectful. Especially since the people who invited me live RIGHT next door to me. They wave at me every time I see them and they know I work at home and will be there that day, so they *know* I have no excuses. And if I *do* go, then I fear it will be just like last year where all the chatter and clicking of glasses was like a scene out of the Twilight Zone. Don’t get me wrong, the neighbors are nice. None of them have shown any meanness or uncaring attitudes. The problem is, it all feels fake to me. It’s like something out of the movie The Truman Show or something. It truly feels like everyone is plastic and they respond the way they ought to respond, rather than giving true opinions.
I’m curious what some of them believe in terms of human rights, torture in different countries, the 2008 Olympics, and how many of them help charities since they obviously have enough money to spare. Perhaps I am just as guilty as stereotyping them without getting to them, however I often get the feeling I am on Candid Camera or something and all my neighbors are actors and actresses and I am the unknowing party who is about to be tricked. If any of you went to a party and everyone there was picture perfect and walked around like brainless zombies, wouldn’t you be a little scared to go next time? I truly would feel much more comfortable if EVERYONE was wearing latex, rubber, pvc, or leather. That’s right. I wish, just for a moment, that all my neighbors were slaves and Dommes and each one of them had collars around their necks or leashes in their hands. It’s an unlikely scenario, however - that’s probably the only true situation I’d feel the most comfortable. At least then I could dress the way I like and talk in vulgar language and bitchslap people who annoy me.
I’ve felt that over the past few months, I’ve grown increasingly uncomfortable around straight, vanilla people. It feels as though I’ve been dropped out of my dungeon world and dropped into a living catalog of Sears models and people with picture-perfect lives. At least when I was heavier and far more obese, people wouldn’t stare at me like they do now (they ignored me sometimes, but didn’t outright stare at me). The funny thing is, I feel fantastic and confident when I look in the mirror and love myself, however, the minute I step outside into Boringville - whether it be going to the mall or the grocery store, I feel like I’ve put this invisible shield over me that’s intended to protect me from caring what people think, but it’s all a show. I do care what people think. I always have. I hate it when people don’t like me cause I try so hard to be nice to others. I’ve been looking through bookstores for books that could help me develop thicker skin, but haven’t really felt anything. It seems the more popular I become on the internet, the more hateful things are said to me or about me (partly because people figure I’m a celebrity of sorts and therefore insults can be hurled and not have any personal effect on me). I admit I’m guilty of doing the same when it comes to reading about Jessica Simpson or Nicole Richie. Sometimes I’m secretly thrilled at seeing their misery, which is horrible of me to do. They are human beings too and haven’t deserved such negative thinking from me. I don’t even know them or met them (as many people don’t know me or met me either). I am curious how people (like Kimora Lee Simmons) can receive positive and negative feedback and reviews and not let things get to them. I really am curious. I mean sure people say, “You can’t please everyone,” or, “Just don’t let it bother you,” or, “Take it with a grain of salt. Their opinions shouldn’t matter.” But there has to be something or some specific WAY to develop that mentality. It surely doesn’t happen overnight.
It really is strange for me to have such a public life on the internet with literally, thousands of fans and clients — and then step out in the real world and not know a damn person. Or perhaps it’s the other way around, maybe no one really knows me.
I picked up a hitchhiker yesterday afternoon (I don’t make a habit out of picking up potentially dangerous strangers), partly because I was desperate to just talk to someone REAL for once. Oh he was real all right. He kinda freaked me out because he was uneducated, illiterate, and a bigot. He hates black people and said any white person who dates a black person is a N-lover. He also dropped out of school in 6th grade and is now 55 years old without a house, a job, or a car. He can barely read or write and had much difficulty understanding our conversation. He wanted a ride to Martinsville (20 miles from where we were and 10 miles further than I was going) and I agreed. He put his hand out to shake his hand and it appeared sun-parched, dirty, and had blisters on it. I told him I wouldn’t shake his hand but assured him I appreciated the offer (it looked nasty, I wasn’t touching it). He immediately got offended and I spent the next ten minutes assuring him that I trust him and it wasn’t a sign of disrespect and said I had worked in a hospital before and get freaked out with germs and stuff. We talked about hitchhiking and how dangerous it can be and I asked him to promise me that he would be careful when getting into people’s cars and he said, “I don’t make promises,” and I told him that his statement offended me. He replied with, “Well now we’re even.” So we offended each other, basically.
When I finally dropped him off, he asked, “How much do I owe you?” And I said, “I got it, it’s my treat.” And he angrily said, “I don’t understand. What treat?” And I said, “It’s on me, I got it.” And he grew more frustrated because he didn’t understand the terminology and said, “What’s on you? What game are you trying to play?” And I said, “I don’t want anything from you. When someone says it’s their treat, it means they’re buying.” And he replied with, “I don’t understand. How much do you want?” At this point, I truly believed this guy was the dumbest idiot I had ever met and bluntly and sarcastically said, “You owe zero dollars.” He grew a big ole grin on his face and smiled and said thank you and left. I sat their dumfounded.
So um, even though I didn’t like the guy AND he stunk up my car cause I don’t think he took a bath in weeks — at least it made me feel as though the whole town wasn’t plastic. I don’t think The Truman Show would have hired him. So now I officially believe I am not living on the set of some wacked-out movie. Unless of course, he was a fired actor who happened to be roaming on the set.
More pics from today:
Standing up:
A cool watch from Hot Topic sent by a customer via the Siren:
Lying down:
I wanna hang someone from one of my beams, but I’m not sure if they’re designed for that. I guess I’ll have to call a contractor or something and see how sturdy they are.
I’ve got so many stretchmarks on my abdomen, it’s ridiculous. The photo shows some, but the closeup shows way more.
Click here to see closeup of stretchmarks
Love
Isabella
xooxoxo
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