Anyway, so this is my seventh blog - lucky number seven as they say. Though the last time that I stayed at a Motel 7, I didn't exactly "get lucky." Actually, I got a rather aggressive rash in location that shall not be named, but it rhymes with "Danus" and it hurt like a DotherDucker. And the chastity belt made any medicated creams very difficult to apply. Can I get an AMEN from all the belters out there! No? None of you? Really? Not even a loosey, goosey one made of felt or something like Robin Hood? Gosh, I feel so alone in my chasteness. But I have accepted this as a step in my life journey.

Everyone has their own journey to take to reach enlightenment and oneness with ones self and this journey is different for each journeyer. One person's journey might involve climbing Mount Everest, or walking across the country with nothing but a backpack and sneakers made of hemp. My point is everyone's journey is different and you don't know where someone is in theirs, so respect everyone's path, and do not be an obstacle. Like my chastity belt was on that long, hot itchy night outside of San Antonio. You'd think even the most basic of motel chains would have an ice machine!! Next time, it's Marriott for me!

Mariska Hargitay