Monthly Archives January 2013
I have had an unusually lazy day, in some ways.. slave drew had a minor procedure yesterday and I’ve spent most of my day laying in bed with him, watching television.
I did run an errand or two, and made a rather lovely dinner of a fish casserole with olives and garlic and potatoes and lemon. I’m also looking after a friend’s dogs while they’re out of town for a couple of days. I do need to run out and take care of them shortly.
I rarely have the kind of day that involves watching a move or two, a longish nap this morning, and the seeming inability to do ANYTHING of any value.
Although, having written my own blog about accepting quiet as a time to recharge, perhaps I should just shut up and enjoy, huh?
I am sitting in bed, with slave drew, watching television and generally hanging out, something we rarely do.
He is playing on his Kindle, surfing and at this moment translating a German phrase of some sort. He tells me it says, I am very cute, smart, clever, sympathetic, pretty and arrogant on top of it.
I think you have to be German for it to make sense.
We are watching Midsomer Murders, one of our BBC mysteries, about which it always strikes us that so many people could be murdered in these sleepy English villages and there still be enough to put on the next year’s church fete.
I am drinking a lovely tea, a black one made with rose petals and tiny buds. It would likely be too flowery for most people, but I’m quite fond of it. It smells like a bouquet of roses.
I spent some time tod...Read More
I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to write about, and a poem came to mind, so I decided to do that, instead.
This is a poem that I think of in winter, always, I’m not sure why. Wendell Berry is a definitively Kentucky writer, one I saw speak a few years ago.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
– Wendell Berr...Read More
I spent some time today going through an old hard drive.
I found several things I’d been looking for, including, hallelujah, that story about the cat named Stiletto.
It needs a bit of reworking, the place it ended up was a bit different than the place it began and I want to work on it a bit, but I am much happier to have found it.
I found some other things, too, some bits and pieces of writing, some things that I was glad to find, some I’d forgotten, some I’d remembered but given up on.
One of the things I found was something I’d written about advice, and one part of it in particular struck me.
Someone a long time ago gave me a lot of good advice, but one of the ones I had mostly forgotten was, “Nothing is wasted.”
Everything prepares us for the next thing.
Our lives are linear; we can...Read More
Last night was the January Saturday Munch, the first munch of 2013, the first month of our 16th year.
That alone still seems amazing.
Both Friday and Saturday munch were large ones, which is usually the case.
I think the reason is at least two-fold.
On one hand, I think people by January have gotten through the work parties and the family parties and all the holiday festivities.
Families are not always easy for kinky people. We often feel as though we don’t fit in, as though we’re aliens at the table, or at least I do, and I doubt I’m alone there.
We spend time trying to blend and when we can stop it’s a relief and we go back to being who we are with the people we want to be.
Secondly, I think it has a lot to do with resolutions.
I think for a lot of people, one of the resolutions they m...Read More
One of the topics that’s been discussed some lately is the fact that sometimes dominants give commands that don’t quite seem like commands.
I suppose that must seem very odd to submissives, that we do that. We can, so easily it seems, just give that command.
We can TELL you what to do.
So why don’t we just TELL you sometimes?
There’s often a reason, you know.
You could do your child’s math homework. You know, at least one hopes you know, how to do fractions. If you were looking to solve the problem of the answer to the equation of 2 2/3 times 3 and 3/8ths, you understand the process.
You find the common denominator and translate the equations into those common denominators, you multiply ...Read More
slave drew and I will be going to the Friday munch shortly. It’s at a Chinese buffet that’s actually quite good.
We’re doing a short Fringe Elements Board of Directors meeting afterwards.
We were originally scheduled to have one last night, too, but once I started looking at it, I realized that we had the Friday munch tonight, the Saturday munch tomorrow, a BoD meeting again next Tuesday to finalize plans for the event next Friday, then Thursday setup for the party, Friday night party, Saturday cleanup.
That means that out of the next 10 days, six of them will be taken up with kink events, and the Board meeting last night would have made it seven.
That seemed excessive, and since we all go to the Friday munch anyway, we’ll do a quick meeting, confirm the classes for the Taster’s Choice p...Read More
January 3, 2013 Vanilla Life
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Isn’t that the truth?
Who wants to be around commonplace people, people who don’t explode like roman candles, who aren’t desirous of everything at the same time, who don’t burn, burn, burn?
I ran across that quote for the first time 25 years or so ago.
My ex and I used to have a friend- Jim – who every year for a half dozen, gave us the same Christmas present.
He would find a calendar, something he knew we’d ...Read More
Tonight slave drew and I had dinner with aisha and her Sir, and that was lovely. Dinner was fabulous, surpassed only by the conversation, and now we are home again.
I have goals for the next few days in particular. I need to get my kitchen and dining room back in order after the festivities of the holidays. I have a return or two to handle.
I have 89 unread messages in my inbox, and another 20 that are read but not responded to. I need to go through that and get that cleaned up.
I need to finalize some things for the next Fringe Elements, here: https://fetlife.com/events/139972
I need to do some work for Bluegrass Leather Pride, and also for Great Lakes Leather Alliance. I need some desk time, basically.
There are two munches this weekend, so there’s that, too.
Maybe I’ll get t...Read More
So, today was the first day of 2013, and I made a good start to it, and I am happy about that.
slave drew and I had some left over lasagne I made last night, which was quite good. We also realized that between about 4pm and 8pm, he ate:
Two veggie dogs with bread.
His LARGE serving of lasagne, and about a third of my more reasonable portion.
A good sized salad.
Five muffins. Yes, that’s right, five. These were not little gem muffins, these were full-size muffins I made this evening, and they were pretty good.
So, I fed slave drew, which is not a small thing.
I uploaded some photos for drew to his Facebook account.
I also responded with a long email to something, and I added nine new events for my BDSM Basics series, with class descriptions for each month, which is a good part of the ...Read More