All right, so I am here and more or less back to normal.
I haven’t unpacked, of course. I’m still working on pictures, but I’m closer now.
I’m still processing, I think.
One of the things that was funny was how many people from Louisville were at International Mr. Leather.
We left for Chicago about 1 or so. Chicago traffic is always challenging, though I was not driving, which is always a plus to me.
I went with Jay and Karen, my Leather SIR and Leather Ms. Neither of them had ever been to IML before.
We were staying a ways out because I had gotten a deal on a hotel room, thanks to a friend...Read More
February 1, 2013 Uncategorized
I had a comment asking about something I’d planned to address, too, so I’m going to go ahead and do that now.
What I want to address is monogamy.
I think that there are two things that you can’t really compromise on and be happy about, and those are children and monogamy.
If you want children, agreeing not to have them to please someone else, or having them because someone else wants you to, That’s something so intrinsic, I think, to who you are that compromising on it is something that you can’t reconcile, truly, within yourself.
Monogamy is like that, too, though there are some differences. Children are an either/or situation. You either have children or you don’t.
Monogamy is not like that.
There are a millions flavors of monogamy, and nearly as many definitions.
I think it’s import...Read More
January 30, 2013 Uncategorized
So, last night I am sleeping soundly, as you might expect, given that it was 4am.
I wake up, slowly, trying to figure out what that sound is.
You know how it is, you’re half-groggy, and it is January, not exactly tornado season.
I spent probably five minutes at least coming awake, trying to figure out what I’m hearing.
Finally, I say to slave drew, “Are those sirens?”
“I think so…”
“Are they TORNADO sirens?”
About then, we both sort of wake up enough to realize that they are, indeed, tornado sirens.
We get up and turn on the television upstairs. Yes, tornado sirens. Yep, we’re having what seems to be a hellacious storm, passing over Louisville.
We are warned repeatedly to take shelter, but nothing is HAPPENING around us.
After about 15 minutes, I said, “Let’s go downstairs, if we do ne...Read More
You know, I was thinking today, as I was making cookies, that it’s probably odd to many vanilla people, or would be if they read some of our blogs, and might even be strange to some kinky folks that we talk about so many non-kinky things in blogs.
I think for me, this is less about kink than it is about me, and being kinky, while a huge part of my makeup, is not the only thing I am. I am always a kinky person, but not everything I do revolves around kink.
I probably view things a bit differently because I am kinky, but there is still the non-kinky stuff of life, like making cookies and doing laundry and going to the grocery.
It would be nice, I suppose, to have this life where I never had to deal with those things, where some nameless elf slaves did all that and I sat on the sofa eating ...Read More
So, I finally have time to talk about my very very busy weekend.
We have been preparing for our party for a month, at least. It’s actually probably more work than one might think. We don’t just decide to throw a party and then in a sort of 1930 Hollywood movie, the production number all comes together.
Can’t you see it?
The starlet rips off her square-shouldered pinafore and clunky-heeled shoes to reveal a patent bra top, super short skirt and thigh-high boots.
The hero’s bow tie morphs into a collar, and his clipboard into a paddle.
Their best friends – you know, the chubby, funny ones, the ones who would be played by Melissa McCarthy and Jack Black, would start wheeling out furniture, while singing something about Sweet Dreams or something...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
November 8, 2012 Uncategorized
There have been a number of books written detailing the best piece of advice a person ever received.
That advice ranged from always wearing clean underwear to never going on a date without cab fare home to visiting the ocean at least once a year.
I was lucky enough to have a very wise friend a long time ago. He gave me a number of pieces of advice, ones that I find still find myself repeating, both to myself and others.
The best piece of advice he gave me was “We are, all of us, works in progress.” It was a reminder that we were never done evolving, that even the best of us were not perfect, that we were truly a work in progress.
The next best was, “Nothing is wasted.”
Everything prepares us for the next thing.
Our lives are linear; we cannot get from one point to the next with...Read More
November 7, 2012 Uncategorized
I went to the Wednesday Coffee gathering tonight, where I was collecting food for the I ♥ it in the Can – Kentucky food drive.
This is the second year I’ve done that, but I’ve often raised money or other donations for different groups. I’ve raised money for animal shelters and anti-hunger agencies, women’s shelters and AIDS/HIV shelters.
I’ve never kept track of how much, but it’s quite a bit now, probably over $25k over the years, I’d guess.
Anyway, it was perfectly pleasant, and I got quite a few donations there for both Kentucky Harvest and the Animal Care Society, a no-kill shelter.
Someone had brought quite a bit of donations, and told me that it was more than she could carry, and she either seemed to think that I would make her carry it, or I would carry it myself from car to car...Read More
November 6, 2012 Uncategorized
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
November 5, 2012 Uncategorized
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