[Dianna Vesta]

wow, last night I had a dream...

I dreamed that the humane society came to my house and took my dogs away because someone told them I did porn. I'm not kidding.

When my son was growing up I ran the BBS, published a magazine and ran a phone sex room. I was also into the scene pretty heavy. I had a huge dungeon in my house. I'm great friends with my son and he knows everything I do, but I use to worry that they would take him away from me. I was lucky I guess.

Now we talk about it and he tells me that he really wants to get into the business. It's not hot air because he's been telling me this for a few years. He's 25 now. I told him if he still feels that way in two more years I'll let him run my business.

I use to think that I'd feel weird talking to him about the industry and sex. In fact I avoided it because I didn't feel he was ready for it. I did answer his questions but stop short of any details. Now that he's older and our relationship has evolved, I talk more openly. He's given me some great ideas on concepts and I often talk to him about the course of my business.

Wow, thinking about it almost brings a tear to my eye because I get so caught up in the stress of life that I forget to look at my life and see how lucky I really am.