Monthly Archives November 2012
I don’t know if I’ve done this, and if not, that’s kind of stupid of me.
Here’s where I’LL be tonight – I hope to see at least some of you there.
I doubt this will be a terribly long post.
The Bizarre Bazaar is tomorrow evening. I’ll leave at 4:30-ish and won’t be home much before 3am, I imagine.
I doubt I’ll have a post tomorrow, but you never know, do you?
Tonight, I’ve written my Leather ceremony. I’ve written the program.
We set up equipment – six or seven pieces, and prepared for a half dozen vendors.
I have a bag of stuff to take, and another bag of stuff, and then there’s some more stuff in my car to take, too.
I have a list of other things I have to remember, can’t forget, must take.
And, at the moment, I believe the thing I have to do is go to bed.
Expect a review on Saturday, anyway.
At least, I think it’s a reader, if not, I don’t know how he’d have found me. Even if he’s not, it’s a sort of universal question.
He said that he’d been in contact lately with a slave, and now he was interested in being more involved in the community. I am paraphrasing, since I don’t have permission to quote him, but that’s the gist of it.
First, I think that it’s a good and genuinely important thing to have some contact with the community. I know that the life I live is not for everyone, or even for many, but you can have some involvement without being totally immersed.
I want to say, too, that I think that online communities do count, even if they’re different than face-to-face.
I think that communities do a couple of things for us.
I think it matters enormously to have people wit...Read More
November 27, 2012 Writing
“Close your eyes,” she said.
“I’m afraid,” he said, closing them anyway.
“Good,” she said, and he felt her breath tickle his ear.
“Don’t move,” she said.
“I won’t,” he said.
“Even when I do this?” she asked, and he felt the cold edge of a steel blade lightly touching his skin, raising goose bumps.
“No,” he said.
“Good boy,” she said.
“Wear my collar?” Her breath in his ear was punctuated with a nip.
“Yes. Please.” He felt it circle his neck, heard the jangle of the steel rings.
“Give me your wrists,” she said.
Wordlessly he held his hands out in front of him, and stood still, eyes closed, as he felt the heavy leather being clasped around them.
He felt her pull his wrists together and heard the snick of the clip joining them...Read More
And we know what road is paved with those.
So I’ve been working on a post on consent, something I’ve been thinking about.
However, I hate to rush it and it’s been busy.
I also have another one started and if I had ten minutes to think, I might work on that, but I haven’t.
I’ve also gotten some emails that I think come from my blog, which is nice, but some of them have asked for advice, and I want to answer them here.
So, I have plans and plans and plans and yet…
If man’s reach does not exceed his grasp, then what’s a heaven for, as they say.
We have our Fringe Element party this Friday night, and although we’re in good shape for that, it’s still a bit hectic.
Last minute things to do and arrange and confirm and acquire and schedule.
I still have to put away silver and serving plates and ti...Read More
I bet you thought I’d forgotten this thread, huh?
Nah, I just got caught up with the holiday and the dining room renovation, and all that kind of distractions.
So, anyway, the first munch I ever went to was in Lexington, Kentucky. It would have been the summer, probably June or July, of 1997.
I don’t know that it was called a munch, I honestly don’t remember.
I had ended my previous relationship and now had the ability to do what I wanted and I wanted to find a community of some kind.
The munch was held at a horrible Ryan’s Steak House, and a couple named Denise and Jeff were running it at the time.
There weren’t a lot of people there, maybe 20 or so. I guess I knew a couple of people already from online...Read More
So I am officially thankful.
I am thankful that the dining room got put back together so the living room could get put back together so the kitchen could be put back together so we could do a Thanksgiving gathering.
It wasn’t a LOT of people, 14 in all, but any more would have been too tight, particularly when an actual meal was involved for about half of them, albeit in three shifts.
The food was good – I’m a good cook, and I have put on enough big meals that I know how to do it, how to make things come out at about the right time, etc.
My favorite part, though, was after the meal, or at least after the first shift of the meal. I knew it would be. It was the time when we were all gathered in the living room – a decent-sized room – and that’s always my favorite part.
The wo...Read More
Ok, so I might have drunk a little much wine myself tonight.
It was great fun, though, most of my favorite people around me, we had a lovely day-after-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving, thank you. And the turkey, if I say so myself, was particularly good.
Now all the (counting on my fingers) 14, I think, people have gone home.
The silver has been washed and dried, the wine glasses that don’t go in the dishwasher are done, there are two pots soaking in the sink.
These are times I’m glad I have two fridges.
And now, good folks, I am done for the day. Too much wine, too much fun, I hope you all had as lovely a Thanksgiving weekend as I have thus far.Read More
I spent a good deal of years working in healthcare accounting. I understand cost reports and step-down allocations, volume and intensity based budgeting and reporting, and a lot of other boring things.
I used to think, on cold mornings especially, I wish I didn’t have to go to work, blech, I don’t want to go to work…
My drive to work took me by the Wayside Christian Mission.
Standing outside the doors as I drove off to my job was a line of people, waiting for the Mission to open, waiting to come in out of the cold, waiting for a hot meal, waiting for such small things that I took for granted.
It always made me ashamed that I had complained.
As crazy as my mother was, and as poor as we were, she gave me a clear understanding of how lucky I WAS.
I never went hungry; my mother did.
I knew t...Read More
So, I had a busy and productive day and the dining room is making strides, just some last where-does-this-go-now things left, really, and I had time to dust some areas.
The living room no longer has chairs stacked in it.
I tidied up my cupboards and pulled out the things I would need for the next few days easily accessible.
I did a couple more of those emails that had been hanging fire – does anyone else use that term other than me? – and got through a lot of those that aren’t pressing but just build up so quickly – blog entries and all the sale reminders and recipes and message notifications – at least in my mailbox.
I seeded two pomegranates, which does not sound like a lot unless you have seeded pomegranates.
I polished a silver ice bucket that I had bought at a yard sale, which hadn’t ...Read More