"The suitcase on the bed is that of a long journey"
"The suitcase on the bed is that of a long journey" sang with a melodious voice Julio Iglesias, the Latin-lover par excellence, who sent many of our mothers into raptures and orgasms, I would even say the grandmothers. The song was Se Mi Lasci Non Vale from 1976, where el mujeriego, the womanizer, even dared to theorize that 'when a man cheats, he cheats halfway'. I can already imagine which noble part of the body that half refers to. And the rascal was also a great chauvinist because we women are also very capable, some even willing (PRESENT) to cheat halfway, as much as I love to involve my pink mouth too. I am an Italian with a suitcase on the bed, always ready to leave shores, people, situations to go and fuck them, oops typo, discover new ones. In the meantime, let me introduce myself: I am Roberta, Robbie in the digital world, a 45-year-old Milanese spurious being illegitimately Milanese because of proud lake origins, to be precise in Bellano, Lake Como on the shore of the real spustadi, as we say in jargon, or in Italian, devalued . So I was born in a context of storytellers, storytellers, smugglers, bale counters, novelists, umbriacons ...
From Ireland to Madrid to New York
And I develop speech, or rather languages, traveling like a top and living for a few years in green and crazy Ireland, then moving to Madrid to study Spanish but above all to ir de juerga or fiestas, to then move on to the thousand lights of New York , fall in love with a beautiful Indian Sikh and live with him (well you would too: he lived in a penthouse on the Upper West Side. Roaming yes but with a chic pedigree). After a non-renewed visa, lost jobs, broken relationships, I return to my Milan base, take a degree in foreign languages and literature to appease the desperation of my patient family. The prodigal daughter, with a thesis on eroticism, stunned the exam commission by chattering about autoeroticism, ménage a trois, literary fuck festivals, lesbianism, incest… And she takes home a big fat degree with a lot of praise. Oh yes, I've always been able to do it with languages ... After numerous and adventurous journeys around the globe, staying close to my skin and my peninsula, and many jobs, loves, disagreements, men, little men, women, dogs and cats I finally find my wrong way in writing, first as a translator and then as a scribbler.
SEXCAPADES - My Horizontal Life
For ten years I collaborate with the rock editorial staff of Rolling Stone magazine, for which I also curate the column of the legendary Pamela Des Barres, aka Miss Pamela, the groupie par excellence of the golden world of rock. For Men's Health I wrote sordid feminine fantasies for the use and consumption of males under a false name. Today I continue my mischievous journalistic collaboration with other mainstream newspapers, including Starbene (or rather Starpene!), Where my witty and deep throat is periodically censored.
But I don't give up. Never. And in spite of the editorial crisis, I manage to grasp, oh yes, things in life must be taken, the much desired collaboration with a legendary magazine, forerunner of the free expression of the word and of (s) customs. Christian family? Today? Stop? Or maybe Playboy? Yes, Mr. Hugh Hefner is my boss. Finally I find my sinful destination by writing the section SEXCAPADES - My Horizontal Life, where I continue in my mission. Which? My mission has always been to stimulate cheerful, conscious, intoxicating sex. In fact, my musical mantra has always been give it away give it away give it away (in short, from, from, from. Imperative) of the Red Hot Chili Peppers. And as a cinematic quote, I take up a phrase by Maude Lewboski, played by a splendid Julianne Moore, from the Big Lebowski: “My art is commended for its vaginal nature”.
RobbieDoesBlogging
One fine day, after ten years of being proposed and suggested to me by all sides, I finally found an online blog. The domain I wanted so much was www.blogjob.org but my spindoctors prevented me. Boooring ... And we agreed on www.robbiedoesblogging.net. The name of my blog, RobbieDoesBlogging, with an insane dose of self-deprecation, is taken from a historic American porn film from the late XNUMXs, 'Debbie Does Dallas'. Basically, Debbie goes Dallas, complete with flying 'pom-poms' and teams in raptures. That movie, along with the other iconic porn of that era, the notorious Deep Throat, are part of the so-called Golden Age of Porn. When a handful of daring 'filmmakers' decided to break the taboos that prevailed in American sex life during the time of the impending sexual revolution. A search primarily to play a key role in my life as a pilgrim of the dharma, always yearning for something new and unknown. Never sat and sedated. I will rest on my laurels at the end of the race but, in the meantime, I shy away from monotony and sedentary lifestyle. And monogamy too. Savoring every fruitful, forbidden, indigestible morsel that life puts on my plate. I am a female with unhealthy appetites. And I will tell you about my adventures around the globe with a strong and profound preference for New York, Venice, Malta and Stromboli.
HAPPY-ENDING READING
