Monthly Archives November 2012
I got some things done and I feel much less overwhelmed.
The dining room is taking shape. We, meaning slave drew, put up a shelf piece and we did the window treatment we’d planned – I have a window that looks into an added-on garage, and the view was not lovely.
We figured out some of the lighting, which took longer than you might think because it also involved drilling holes in the cabinet itself to reach the outlet.
I found my crock pot meaning, oops, I had to find a place for my crock pot. I did, however.
I got to the grocery and mostly figured out what I’m doing and when and where and what I need for it.
I got my nails done. In honor of the James Bond movies drew and I have watched lately, the color I picked is, “The Spy Who Loved Me.”
Bright kind of cherry red, with a bit of gli...Read More
So, I have a list of approximately 1000 things to do.
I have to finish up the dining room, though progress has been made. But there’s a window covering to do, a wall shelf to hang, the living room to empty out, and then the kitchen, and then the cleaning of aforesaid locations.
There’s stuff I need to do for the upcoming Fringe Element Bizarre Bazaar, and for my own Bluegrass Leather Pride.
There’s a Leather Presentation I need to write.
I have to refill my ink on my printer.
I have some business of life stuff, things to mail, things to pay, things to buy.
slave drew’s birthday is Wednesday, Thanksgiving is Thursday and then it’s the holiday weekend.
I made a list of the things I have to do and haven’t done them, but making a list was kind of on the list.
I need to get my nails done.
I n...Read More
So, we had the Special Interest Group this afternoon. This is our sort of annual business meeting.
In November, we talk about potential changes for the next year and set our topics.
In December, we have a fun topic, but this time we’re going to do a Kinky Gift Exchange.
It’s a game you may well have played at an office party or family gathering. You bring a wrapped present, in this case something under $10. If there are 20 people there, you write the numbers one through 20 on pieces of paper, and each person chooses a number.
The person who draws number 1 picks a package and opens it. Person 2 then has a choice to take the item that Person 1 has, or open a different package.
If he takes one of the previously opened gifts, then the person whose gift has been “stolen,” can choose to ...Read More
The first play party I remember going to was in Lexington, Kentucky, probably in the early summer of 1997.
I had found people in the area through a channel on the internet, which was still a fairly novel way to meet people way back then.
It was a small group of people, A and R, D and J, BJ and some other stray folks whom I don’t remember as well.
I remember going to an apartment in Lexington for a party. We were all, I think, relatively new to at least playing in front of other people, and there wasn’t any real equipment. We used what was there, footstools and chairs, etc.
I remember giving one person, BJ, his first spanking, but it wasn’t anything really special or intense, at least for me. Maybe it was for him.
It’s funny, it all seems so long ago, and so much, I don’t know, more i...Read More
I’ve talked before about my first event, which was Black Rose 10, in November of 1997.
It was called Black Rose 10 because it was a party to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the Black Rose organization, out of Washington, D.C.
My submissive at the time was Bill, who lived outside Chicago and was some minor Republican elected official, one that sent him to Washington on a fairly regular basis.
Who knows, maybe he wasn’t so minor of an official. If I could only remember anything other than Bill, I might be able to find out, but then, I’d have to be particularly interested, too, and I’m not, so there’s that.
Anyway, Bill spent enough time in D.C. that he knew about BR and knew about the party, and wanted to go and wanted me to go with him.
I don’t know what I expected, or what I knew abou...Read More
So, perhaps this is a bad title because, to be truthful, I don’t remember my first scene.
But doesn’t it seem like the next kind of first?
So, anyway, though I don’t remember it, there are things I do remember about those kind of firsts.
I remember my first girlfriend kind of ashamedly asking me to tie her to the bed.
I remember not being disturbed by it. I don’t know that I had ever thought of it before, not really, but it didn’t shock or worry me. It was more of a sense of, Oh, ok, well this is interesting, I wonder how you tie someone to a bed..?
I figured it out, btw.
I now have to re-rope my bed every five or six years.
You know, the rope slips or starts to fray or drops to some impossible to retrieve place…
Anyway, I remember she really liked it.
I remember I let her o...Read More
So, my friend aisha and I had talked for a bit about having a Kinky Bloggers Convention.
You can find her blog here.
Anyway, she mentioned it on a blog, and I pointed out that it’s actually pretty easy to make that happen, because I already have an event planned for March 1-3, in Louisville, Kentucky.
That event is Bluegrass Leather Pride, and it will open with a Meet and Greet/Reception traditionally held in a bar, on Friday night.
There we’ll have classes during the day on Saturday, the 2nd. We’ll break for the Louisville Munch, then come back for the actual Bluegrass Leather Pride contest, followed by a play party.
I’ll also have a keynote speech, and I’m not sure when it will be, it might be at a Sunday brunch of during the contest,
The contest will be entertaining, if nothing else...Read More
What do you think it says about me as a person that I can’t really quite remember which one my first threesome was?
I *think* it was a sort of sex-and-kink lite experience with my submissive at the time, Gene, and a woman in the community way back when.
I remember we tied him to my bed naked and rather rolled around on him, doing various kind and unkind things to him, as whim and location dictated.
He seemed to enjoy quite a bit.
But there wasn’t any real sex involved, as there wasn’t any real kink involved. Neither fish nor fowl, as it were.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a threesome with two men, which is, I suppose, rather surprising, all things considered. Never happened that it happens.
I had a threesome with two of my married friends, J and m...Read More
I was thinking, while I was driving to and from slave drew’s house, that one of the things that might be interesting was to blog about some of my kinky first, and one I thought about in particular was my first “real” toy.
By real, I mean, something that was not meant for something else, a pervertable, but something that cost more than a few dollars.
When you lay out real money for a toy, an implement that isn’t used for anything else but to indulge your kink, well, you’ve kind of crossed over from just dabbling. You’re committed.
So, the first event I went to was the very first Black Rose. One of the presenters and vendors there was Sarah Lashes, a British Lesbian out of San Francisco.
She did an amazing class on floggers and flogging, one which probably influenced me more than any oth...Read More
I never type that without hearing the kid’s rhyme, “Home again, home again, higgelty pig.”
My ex, Beth, and I used to disagree over the wording, she’d learned it as “diggity dog,” but it was clearly “higgelty pig.”
It was not as pretty a drive back as it was down, though it wasn’t bad. It was very windy for the first 60 miles or so, or about the first third of it.
The leaves were whipping around the highway, that last sort of rattle of Autumn saying, “No, really, I’m serious, he’s RIGHT behind me.”
It was still warm, but it didn’t look so much like fall anymore, it looked a lot more like winter.
About 30 miles from drew’s house, I saw a bald eagle snag a bird in mid-air about 20 feet in front of me.
It was certainly swooping low enough to clearly see it wasn’t a hawk...Read More