Monthly Archives August 2016
This weekend was one that had no big plans, and yet managed to keep me busy all weekend.
On Friday, I had dinner with two of my folks, Poodle and the boi, and yes, I am aware, it sounds like children’s book, and LE, our current American Leather Woman, who was in town for a few days. Friday we mostly took off, though we did things around the house.
Saturday was the usual yard sales in the morning, at which my find for the day was this:
It is a lambskin, lined, in perfect condition, and the price was $5.99. I was quite happy.
After yard sales, it was off to lunch with local folks, and the food and the company were both more than enjoyable.
Then last night I went to a bar with a bunch of hot guys…
I want to point out that I do NOT have my hands on any of their dicks.
Just saying…Read More
I’ve had a certain amount of conflict in my life of late – nothing personal, at least no more than usual when you’re rather greedy in your personal relationships. It’s been in some of those relationships with people you don’t choose, but end up thrown together with.
Sometimes you like each other, sometimes you don’t, but most of the time we tend to behave, it rarely goes beyond not taking lunch together, or not striking up a conversation about the show you watched last night. Once in a while though, you get someone who doesn’t play by the normal rules.
Years ago, I worked with a man who was both almost comical in some of his eccentricities, but genuinely frightening in others...Read More
So, the issue was respect. I had said that I realized that not everyone would approve of me or my choices, past and present.
I said I was, in fact, “a virtual immorality trifecta.”
I did like that turn of phrase.
So, I can’t control someone’s opinion of me. All I can do is decide for myself what is right and wrong and behave accordingly. The opinion anyone else holds of me is irrelevant.
What is relevant is my opinion of myself. I have to look myself in the eyes every night, and wake up to myself every morning. I know all my worst qualities, the pettiness and unkindness that lives there, as it does with anyone.
You know that part of yourself you don’t like to admit to...Read More
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find out what it means to me, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Take care, TCB…
So, I was thinking about respect. We make that such a tenet of our construct here, and respect is one of our cornerstones.
Everybody wants respect. Sometimes, anyway.
Respect is not a lengthy list of specific rules and regulations centering on how you expect to be treated.
It’s a reflection of the way you feel about other people as demonstrated by your behavior towards them.
By the same token, honor is not an empty term to be dusted off as convenient then returned to the shelf when it comes to one’s own behavior.
I cannot control the actions of the general public, nor do I plan to try.
I cannot walk around with a rule book that I pass out before someone speaks to me so they are certain to afford me the respect ...Read More
August 15, 2016 Events
The summer is winding down. School has already started here, a far cry from when we counted being off from June through August.
I mentioned a few things yesterday, but there is more going on in Louisville. Our local leather bar, The Barracks, closed last weekend, allegedly to reopen later on. We still have several other bars that are certainly friendly and welcoming to us, but none would identify as a leather bar. It was a fun last evening, which was covered here – Great Lakes Den – with some nice photos, including one of yours truly.
The munches continue without interruption. I usually make the Friday munches, unless I’m out of town, but I don’t make the Saturday ones too often these days, for no reason other than scheduling, and general busy-ness...Read More
August 13, 2016 Kink and BDSM
So, here it is August of 2016, and mid-August at that. The year is nearly two-thirds over, and summer is beginning to look a little ragged, the way you feel at the end of too long a night of too good of a time. Leaves are a little brown around the edges, most of the flowers have come and gone, and the fall flowers, asters and mums, are still biding their time to make a showy appearance in a month or so.
I finally have this blog up and running again, but due to my own stupidity, my backup only went back to the swap over from the original WordPress site, but not what I’d added again. I do have copies of them, just not in the format they were originally created. My plan, then, is to begin to post them, again, probably interspersed with new work.
You can see my snazzy book on the rig...Read More