It’s been a couple weeks now since I’ve been back from Europe , I figure I should sit my ass down and write about it.

Barcelona: I need to redo this city sometime. Something about arriving into a muggy foreign country all jetlag, PMSing, and without my luggage for the first 3 days that kind of put a damper on things. Go figure. On the bright side, Antoni Gaudi’s work was worth seeing. Plus there was that exhilarating night we met a pilot from Columbia that fed us copious amounts of tequila until my lips were loose enough to over-share my thoughts on monogamy.

Brussels: Note to self; don’t ever live here lest I ever decide to tap into the BBW market. I’m pretty sure I gained 90% of the weight I accumulated on this trip in this city alone. Chocolate, pomme frites, and waffles all coexisting within a majestic land flowing with wondrous carbonated beverages made of yeast. And let’s not forget the fact that this city’s most famous landmark is the statue of a little boy pissing, followed by the statue of a little girl pissing, which is then followed by the statue of a dog pissing. It was all I could do to keep myself from gathering the towns people to shower upon them my own golden legacy. Brussels, you’re alright with me.

London: So, since I can’t stand the idea of having an actual “vacation,” I was determined to visit London mainly for the fact that I knew a lot of Dommes lived there and figured they might be down to do some content trade. Luckily they were and I had the pleasure of working with Jasmine Jones, Goddess Samantha, and Goddess Penelope. We rented out a rather inexpensive dungeon in the area and busted out some pretty fantastic clips (found here: http://www.clips4sale.com/16312.)

Beside that, I arranged numerous meet ups with various submissive fans interested in handing me a cash tribute in person. Out of all the boners I talked to, one of them actually came through. He was well dressed (just got off work) and had the biggest shit eating grin on his face when he handed the £300 over to my greedy, well manicured hands. I let him gush for a short while as he told me what a big fan he was of my death-themed clips, particularly “Die For Me” and “Kill Your Parents.” I encouraged him to follow through with his desires and not let a silly thing like a “disclaimer” get in the way. Hopefully someday I’ll read his name in the newspaper.

Paris: Dirty, crowded, and over priced. Glad we didn’t stay any longer here than we did. The highlight by far was meeting up with Bratty Bunny and my homegirl Lyne while she was enjoying her honeymoon.

Amsterdam: By far my favorite city. Dutch people have it made. Charming canals, easy sex, and “coffee” shops at every corner. I met up with Bratty Bunny again here too. We spent an eventful evening touring the red light district where we waved enthusiastically at every prostitute we passed by. Our boys had their fill checking out the talent, but I’d say the real show was watching various johns stumbling about with their faces more rouge than the rooms they walked into. I’m still bummed we didn’t stay longer here. Bunny and her boyfriend ended up going to a live sex show the day we left and made a point to rub it in my face by sending me a picture of their tickets. My boyfriend reminded me that live sex shows aren’t exactly a foreign concept in Portland. But c’mon. Who wants to see locals have sex?

Berlin: Cool graffiti. That was about it. I feel like I should have more to say about this city considering the inhuman way in which many of my friends nearly lose their eyeballs from their very skull at the mere mention of the place… but, it was the tail end of my trip and maybe didn’t care enough to see what it was all about.

I gotta say, theres nothing like a 3 full weeks of fermenting in Euro trash to make me appreciate my lovely, green, english-speaking home in the Northwest. I can’t wait until next week when I goto Tampa and I can look forward to coming home even more.

Thanks for having sex with each other mom and dad!

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So, I’ve decided to make a new blog.

Oddly enough, this is actually a very old blog I just rediscovered when attempting starting anew. Notice the classic Lynch entry below this one from 2007? Charming eh? I almost deleted it, but the irony is worth appreciating for what I’m about to do here.

I’ve actually been an avid blogger since I was 12 years old . I used to write quite candidly about my life to anyone with access to the internet. However, when I first discovered the money scheming potential in acting like a ruthless bitch to horny deviants online, I consciously chose to separated much of myself from my regular entries in order to keep it femdom-specific. It served both privacy and business reasons, but as a result, I gave up a multitude of topics that I used to write about. This was okay; for a while. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make because I believed my work was contingent upon keeping up with appearances. And it probably was.

A lot has changed since then. For one, I have a whole lot less to prove. After 5 years, 600+ clips, countless cam shows, I’ve made my mark. Unless your new here or uninterested in hot girls who get paid to hurt your feelings, you probably know who I am and already formed an opinion.  Secondly, limiting myself to only writing about perverted men and the predictable things I do to them was becoming a mind numbingly tedious chore I often avoided as oppose to the joy and cathartic release writing freely often provides me. And thirdly, I’ve grown to a place where I’m far less concern about putting myself out there. Or rather, coming to realize I did that a long time ago anyway.

This blog won’t be unlike my last one, just a lot more too it. I won’t be abandoning topics like fetish or domination, rather, I’d like to write about them more fully and without exaggeration or hyperbole. To those of you who watched my Q&A “Ask Lynch” series, that should give you an ideas of the direction I’m headed here. This blog will be a place for my sincere views on whatever topic I choose to write about and less of an ongoing attempt to entice you into buying my products or services. Although I predict it’ll easily serve that purpose as well for those of you who are intrigued by not just the fantasy I create but the reality behind it.

I could have just created a separate blog, but nothing public can really be kept separate online. I could have made it private, but I’m much too self centered to give up the validation of an audience. So here we are. Lynch 2.0. My vapid, one-dimensional persona has run it’s course. All that’s left is everything else.

New blog: http://cearalynch.wordpress.com

This Wednesday I'll be flying out to Europe. Barcelona, Brussels, London, Paris, Amsterdam and Berlin, to be exact. I'll be meeting up with some fabulous and talented women including Princess Lyne, Bratty Bunny, Jasmine, and Goddess Samantha. Want a chance to meet up with me too? All you have to do is have a large sum of cash, hand it over, and immediately fuck off. No, you're not dreaming. That's an honest offer. You know where to contact me.