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Welcome 2015! My Sexy New Year's Resolutions

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It’s that time of the year again, when we wipe the slate clean, throw out the old and ring in the new. New beginnings. New goals. New ideas. New, new, new. Yes, it’s the New Year and this year is gonna be different.
I resolve to keep learning as much as I can about shit I don’t know. I’ll tell ya, I always get a thrill when I learn something that I didn’t know when I take my head off the pillow in the morning. When I see someone doing something that I can’t figure out, like working on some hidden pipeline as I walk down the street, I ask them what they’re doing so I can learn even more about what’s under my feet. They are always sharing knowledge with me that goes into yet another fold of the grey matter between my ears.
Why? Because there’s too many things happening not to be! There’s an app to do just about everything, new places to discover, new restaurants to explore, new people to meet and new things to learn.
I resolve to be out there more. Yes, BE out there more. As in be in touch with more of you to spread the word about the wonderful world of sex. And motorcycles. Yep, motorcycles. More on that in another blog… And yeah, sex toys… I can’t love ‘em enough! I’ll review more, post more, post more videos and get more yummy tidbits out there, just for you. And please feel free to share…
But back to sex. It’s such an amazing thing, it really is, and has been such an integral part of my life for decades. I have experienced so much and only feel that I’m just beginning. Like 2015. And I’ll share those experiences with you and of course, change the names to protect the not too innocent!
So here’s to a fantastic 2015. I know I’ll be adding lots more here, having special events, discounts, tidbits and stuff posted. Just the way I like it – connecting with you and sharing true tales of sex, sextoys, lust, love, motorcycles, Grand Opening! and anything else that comes to mind. Please join me!
Lots of love,
Kim

Arsenio Hall Show

Welcome Arsenio Hall Show Viewers!

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What a great show on Arsenio Hall last night! I am thrilled that I got to be on the show and let everyone know about my riding as Santa! The show went great (and more details in the next blog).
Arsenio Hall ShowIn the meantime, for those of you that are checking out this site for the first time, I want to let you know that I do many, many things. First and foremost is my passion for what I do… I own Grand Opening! which is the best place on the web to get all those adult toys and products that you REALLY want for Christmas and beyond!  And you know what? Since I am also Santa, and Santa loves to give out presents, I’m gonna give you a discount code right here and now that you can enter for a 10% DISCOUNT on any purchase of $50 or more from GrandOpening.com through Dec. 31, 2013. Just enter the word ARSENIO at check out to get your discount and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And don’t forget to sign up for my confidential email list and to get the latest cool info on the neatest toys from GrandOpening.com, with secret discount codes, too!

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Arsenio Hall Appearance!

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OMG! I can’t believe it! One thing leads to another in this wacky town of Los Angeles. As you know, I was profiled in Tuesday’s LA Times about my Santa Stops! which is what I call the runs I do by myself to deliver toys to kids in the ‘hood. I’ve been doing it for about 5 years now and really love it. I go to all different areas of LA, the ones that are considered dangerous and even though I am by myself, I always feel safe because I AM SANTA!
arsenio hall dressing roomSo today the phone rings and I hear “Hi! This is Jennifer and I’m a producer for the Arsenio Hall Show. I’m wondering if you’d be free to be on the show tomorrow?”
It took me a New York minute to say yes, canceling my 4pm SEO chit chat I was gonna have with Brenda of Digital Inkwell. I didn’t think she’d mind and thought that being on the Arsenio Hall Show would certainly keep her SEOing into the night.
Now here’s the best part (as if it couldn’t get better). They want me to talk about sex toys on the show, too! DOH! I kinda feel funny combining the giving away toys as Santa to kids and YES, they are ONLY kids toys. The only thing I want in common with my “real life” and the toys for kids and toys for adults is that I am giving toys to strangers to brighten their day and the smiles are the same whether they are adults or kids. I have the same level of passion for doing this with kids as well as adults and I love all of it.
Not only that, but the other guests are The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills! I’m hoping that they’ll need a sex toy home party that can get broadcast and, well, you get where I’m going with this and that will be another blog.
But back to Arsenio Hall… What they’ve asked me to do is show up early for a rehearsal and I’m gonna RIDE MY MOTORCYCLE ON THE STAGE! Yep!!! I’m gonna take the green and white 1999 Honda Shadow ACE 750 because it looks better as a Santa bike. But my pal Vince is going to bring my Big Vibe (the 2004 Honda Shadow Aero 750) just in case they want to profile THAT bike… you never know! Maybe I have to ride both of them! I also mentioned that if Arsenio wants to go out as the elf, I’d be more than happy to throw him on the back of the bike since around the studio, there’s lots of houses with kids that can use toys and it might be a really cool addition to the show.
It gets even better. When I did my “interview” on the phone today, Jennifer, the producer from the show, casually mentioned “Oh, maybe you can give out sex toys to the audience!” and I got to thinking… “Hey! May as well! I AM SANTA!” So I called my pals at California Exotic Novelties and my pals at Sportsheets and they both have generously donated 250 toys EACH to give away to the audience AND the staff of the show! Can you believe it?! That’s gonna totally rock the show!! Talk about a great Christmas! I also will hopefully get to talk about a new sex toy I’ve been working on for two years that is finally going into production… and that’s another blog, too. I’m brining the wonderful Magic Wand to show on the show because you just never know.
The thing with reality TV or talk shows is that you never know if you’re going to get say 2 words or 2000 words! I’ll be happy with whatever I get, whoever I talk to.
So tune in! Check out the show’s Station Finder to find out when the show airs and on what channel in your area. It’s on KTLA at 11:00 pm here in L.A. DVR it, YouTube it after the show… check it out on FaceBook and Twitter, too!
I love my job

My Santa Stops

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It’s that time of the year again. December. Near Christmas. The time of year that I love in my own private way. It’s time for me to do my beloved Santa Stops when I dress as Santa, fill a big crate with toys for kids, hop on my motorcycle and ride deep into the ‘hood to put toys directly into the hands of kids that really need them.
Santa Stops. I love them.
Santa Kim Airs, front, with elf Sandy Banks
I was just written up in the Los Angeles Times about this, in fact. Check out the photo above of Sandy Banks and I in motion. Cool, eh?
I have always loved being Santa. To me, Santa is a spirit and energy, much like how I look at God or Jesus – I mean, how many people alive has actually SEEN them? Yeah, I thought you’d know the answer to that one. Same with Santa. I truly believe that one day, some portly man walked the earth with a big white beard and a red suit and brought toys to kids all over the world. Santa is a spirit of giving selflessly and with kindness. I love being Santa. My rallying cry when I put on my Santa suit and ride my motorcycle as Santa is a loud, bellowing “I AM SANTA!” that I roar loudly to anyone that may hear.
“I AM SANTA!” It all started after I moved out to Los Angeles seven years ago. I have always enjoyed buying kids toys at the local 99 Cents Only store to place them in bins during toy drives, anonymously giving joy to children I will never have met. But about five years ago, it occurred to me that I could don a Santa suit, bungee on a bin on the passenger seat of my bike, cover it with a big Santa bag, then just deliver the toys directly to the kids myself. So I did.
At first, I started to give them to any kids on the street, riding around the familiar streets of Hollywood. It was a good way to start but then the following year, I got wiser and thought it would be better to give them to kids that were out walking with their parents or other adults instead.
I also began to alter my route to go into areas of LA where kids don’t get the chance to experience the true meaning of Christmas. Neighborhoods like South Central LA and Compton.
People, especially white people, are terrified of going into neighborhoods that they’ve only heard about, to places that they’d never venture into, places that they hear are racked with violence. But that’s never stopped me because when I go there during the day in my Santa suit to bring toys to kids, the strength of my rallying cry “I AM SANTA!” makes me feel safe and happy and grateful at the same time, knowing I can make a difference in someone’s life for even a precious moment.
So with my toy-laden motorcycle, I surprise both the children and their parents by randomly coming upon them on my bike on the side of the street, pulling over and bellowing “Time for a Santa Stop!,” hopping off my bike, then gingerly reaching in and pulling out an appropriate gift for the surprised kid and equally surprised parent. The kids are often happily startled, not expecting to see Santa appear on a motorcycle, never mind handing them an unwrapped Christmas toy. I also get great joy handing them a new book, activity set, or my favorite from the pre-internet days, a timeless coloring book with a pack of crayons. I sometimes give the adult a present, too. A gift box with peppermint scented hand lotion, a pair of new, warm gloves, a new hat, or anything else that I think they would like.
But it’s all about the kids. I ride down anonymous streets, looking at sweet little houses in “the ‘hood” taking in the beauty of their proud Christmas decorations on their manicured lawns, the single Moms pushing their kids in their strollers, the Dads getting out of their cars, carefully cradling their children in their arms, the homeless people in their tents on the side of the street. I see them all as Santa to seek out those kids who deserve their presents and the parents who deserve the spirit of the holiday.
I AM SANTA!  I love it.
Merry Christmas!

The Perfect Day

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Monday, March 11, 2013 started as a beautiful day. A perfect day! A wonderful day! A day to be outside.
I found that I needed to get out and ride the 30 or so miles from my home in Culver City to The Valley. THE Valley. The one that’s on the other side of the hill so many people cross in a single day through the Sepulveda Pass. In cars. And for us lucky ones, on motorcycles.
It was a beautiful day.

perfect day, perfect motorcycle ride

I cruised up the 405 in my normal fashion on my Honda Shadow ACE as I had done so many times before when I worked in The Valley. The road was clear, the pavement smooth. The perfect ride as I held the throttle at the perfect speed, aware of my surroundings and the coolness of the wind through the vents of my helmet.
I effortlessly rode through the pass, never once needing to squeeze the brakes, then smoothly slid into the high speed lane, the car pool lane, when I made it into The Valley. The left hand lane where the road was free and clear.
I gently turned a bend and noticed the red glare of tail lights began to flare in front of me. I had plenty of room so I knew it was for something else. I saw the blue lights of police cars on the other side of the waist-high divider, noticing the black and white cars were not blocked by tow trucks, fire trucks, and the emergency vehicles that litter the road when an accident has occurred.  The cars to my right were slowing down to crane their necks, to see the accident, to pause for a moment but I had no one in front of me to slow me down.
And then I saw it. The sheet on the pavement. The white sheet. The outline of a crumpled body that lay beneath the white sheet. The white sheet.
And then the helmet near the sheet. A black and white full face helmet. By itself. Sitting there. Belonging to no one that was on a motorcycle. Belonging to the white sheet. Belonging to the one who wore it just moments before. The one lying still as the world continued on both sides of the divider. The one that could have been me.
My heart sank. My eyes swelled with sadness. It could have been me.
Who was this person under The White Sheet. Who? Who’s fault was it? Were they riding too fast? Were they splitting lanes? Were they wearing a t shirt and sneakers? Was it a man? Was it a woman? Were they riding a sportbike? A cruiser? A Harley? Were they a new rider? Had they been riding since they were a kid? Did they have children? Were they speeding? Did they get hit? Did they have on leathers? Did they see anything before their life ended so suddenly, so tragically? Did they have an ICE number on their phone? Did they have a will? Were they going to meet a friend and the friend is now nervous because their friend hadn’t shown up yet and they’re thinking the worst because they know their friend always rides their motorcycle everywhere? Do they know?
Monday, March 11, 2013 was a perfect day.
I rode back along the same stretch of road many hours later wondering how the hiccup in the road just moments earlier would be memorialized. I rode in the car pool lane, the exact same lane that my fellow rider rode earlier in the day. On that perfect day. Today.
There were no marks, no skid marks that I could tell would be still so fresh they would leak the scent of rubber. I couldn’t tell where the sheet had been. Where the body laid. Where it happened. Nothing to mark the place where the throttle was twisted, the brakes applied, the life taken. My gut felt like lead. My tears flowed only to be pushed aside by the warm wind that surrounded my face shield.
A shiny glimpse of glass caught my eye on the left shoulder. Perhaps it was a reflection of the life that had ended on the pavement of the 405. Maybe it was the rider telling me to be careful out there because they did not expect to die on the freeway that day.
On that day. Monday, March 11, 2013.
The perfect day.