Has me looking forward to Froliccon in Atlanta next month:
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
The Kitty Cat Club in Munich
Any kinkster would be proud of that place. Short of murder, almost anything goes. Piercings, brandings (didn't see any of the latter, but they showed a recent one on the website) fistings, whipping, sex, rope bondage (had to help rescue a fainted maiden), water and medical play rooms, glory holes, it just went on and on. And they were friendly to boot. Golly, Heaven on earth. www.kittycatclub.de
Has me looking forward to Froliccon in Atlanta next month:
Has me looking forward to Froliccon in Atlanta next month:
It's not a War
It's not a normal war. They aren't trying to invade and occupy us. It's more like an attempt to make us spend ourselves (our lives, money and liberty) in fruitless efforts to protect ourselves fromtheir threats. Trouble is that when somehting really big comes along that is a danger to a huge nuber of us, we havn't the resources to deal with since we've expeneded so much already. They achieve theri goal of disrupting our lives by having us running in circles.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
"Do More; Want Less"
10 days until the European trip and the main water line to the house is busted. If it wasn't for the fact that the line was built in 1981 when there was no water on this road and that a private line had to be run over 1/4 of a mile, and part of that line is now under the county highway (i.e. the part that broke) it wouldn't be so ill-timed. As it is, I will have to wait on the water company to install a new meter closer to the house, then pay the plumber to connect us back up, and all this while working most of the remaining days (mostly at night) until the trip. I'm already tired!
And the reason for the title is simply that it is my new mantra. All those years of buying and wanting freely have left me so deeply in debt that I am working to pay my debt rather than working for my future. The line can be interpreted several ways as in 'want less things' and 'do more with what you have' and 'spend less time wanting material objects' or 'spend less time wanting to do a thing (such as writing), and more time just doing it.'
It's a slow process to learn that wanting a thing is not the same as needing a thing.
And the reason for the title is simply that it is my new mantra. All those years of buying and wanting freely have left me so deeply in debt that I am working to pay my debt rather than working for my future. The line can be interpreted several ways as in 'want less things' and 'do more with what you have' and 'spend less time wanting material objects' or 'spend less time wanting to do a thing (such as writing), and more time just doing it.'
It's a slow process to learn that wanting a thing is not the same as needing a thing.
Monday, February 06, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Brotweiler
It was a wonderful weekend when I got back. I slept most of two days, made love all day Sunday (when not sleeping) and have walked and played with the new puppy the remainder of the time. Our vacation starts in less than three weeks and I feel like Christmas is actually coming!
The new dog has made such a change in my outlook at home. Though we have all the puppy troubles -- housetraining is still a matter in flux -- she is so much fun to play with and watch grow and has such a determined personality (one reason we picked her form the litter.) I realized I hadn't really trained a puppy since the Bassett Hound (a stubborn and lovable beast) I had in the early 80's, and puppies are not like kittens. (God, kittens will spoil you.) But, having said that, she's just so much darned fun.
I had wanted a Bassett again and he tried to find one that needed adoption, but I will not pay for a dog (other than pound fees) with so many homeless animals. We finally adopted a friend's mixed Rottweiler puppy ony to fihd out the father was, probably, a Bassett mix himself. So, he got his Rottie and I got my Bassett (she's a bit short in limb.) I told him just to tell everyone she's a Brotweiler.
The new dog has made such a change in my outlook at home. Though we have all the puppy troubles -- housetraining is still a matter in flux -- she is so much fun to play with and watch grow and has such a determined personality (one reason we picked her form the litter.) I realized I hadn't really trained a puppy since the Bassett Hound (a stubborn and lovable beast) I had in the early 80's, and puppies are not like kittens. (God, kittens will spoil you.) But, having said that, she's just so much darned fun.
I had wanted a Bassett again and he tried to find one that needed adoption, but I will not pay for a dog (other than pound fees) with so many homeless animals. We finally adopted a friend's mixed Rottweiler puppy ony to fihd out the father was, probably, a Bassett mix himself. So, he got his Rottie and I got my Bassett (she's a bit short in limb.) I told him just to tell everyone she's a Brotweiler.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Work, work, work
It's January, the dark days of the year, when old people die and the flu becomes a reality, and there seems to be nothing but work, work, work. It's too long to summer and too many bills and taxes ahead. Want less and you'll spend less and then you get to work less. Makes sense on the paper or screen. But, I am too tired after working all my shifts at my main job in the first three weeks, cooking a gumbo dinner for the book club from scratch (very successful, I might add) then flying out of ATL after finishing a night shift to SD to work a string of twelve-hour nights here.
And the remark about the old dying was personal. A dear friend who persistently denied having cancer made it through the holidays (as I predicted) and died on the 15th, aslo as I predicted. He was a stubborn and adventurous man, learning to hangglide after open-heart surgery at 65 and ski at 72. He was almost 79 when he succumbed. But he fought it until after he had his family safely past the holidays. Bless him. After my neighbor called with the news at 1115 p.m. I turned on the XM radio for the long drive home from work and heard, "Good night, Sweetheart, sleep will ease your sorrow...Goodnight, Sweetheart, good night." Sounded like D was talking to me....
And the remark about the old dying was personal. A dear friend who persistently denied having cancer made it through the holidays (as I predicted) and died on the 15th, aslo as I predicted. He was a stubborn and adventurous man, learning to hangglide after open-heart surgery at 65 and ski at 72. He was almost 79 when he succumbed. But he fought it until after he had his family safely past the holidays. Bless him. After my neighbor called with the news at 1115 p.m. I turned on the XM radio for the long drive home from work and heard, "Good night, Sweetheart, sleep will ease your sorrow...Goodnight, Sweetheart, good night." Sounded like D was talking to me....
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Springlike and work
It's gorgeous, in the 60's (when it should be 30's F) but I have to go to work in the middle of the day (I have a difficult time transitioning to mid-day shifts. Fine with night, though I am a day person, but there's something so wrong about having to start to work in the middle of a day!) At least with nights I can fool my body by taking a brief nap before I get started. But he and I both awakened about 0930, had a tasty session (which left me feeling warm, fluffy, and DRAINED) then had to regroup for work. Fortunately, the new schedule (for good or ill) only requires us to stay for ten hours. I've never had an eight or ten hour shift in all my career. So used to twelves, don't know what it will feel like, except, I hope, short! Happy New Year, and hope you are accomplishing those things in your life that count -- love, creativity, friendship, and health.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Where's my Christmas Spirit
Dang, can't seem to find that Christmas spirit. I know I laid it around here somewhere, but I'd really like to have it now. I just feel blah, tired and worn out with trying to work, shop, decorate, cookie back. I'm on tonight (Friday the 23rd) and Christmas Eve night, and then we will open presents Christmas morning when I get off work before driving all the way to OH to see his family. I plan on champagne and a fire in the stove while we open presents, apporpriate music, then I will nap all the way to Ohio, it's better that way when he is driving like a bat out of hell, and he will, being that it is Christmas and during the day the interstates are usually very clear that day. We've made the trip before. The only thing left to do is to wrap his last few gifts and pack, neither of which I had the heart to do today, though I got the last few dozen gingerbread (made 73 dozen this year)deliveries completed.
But Christmas morning, I'm putting him in charge. I refuse to do any further planning and want to be the child -- he can be in charge of who we visit in Columbus, and I will tag along. I will take along a few books and nibbles, one trashy outfit, one dressy one, some warm gear, and the rest is up to him!
I just want my Christmas spirit back!
But Christmas morning, I'm putting him in charge. I refuse to do any further planning and want to be the child -- he can be in charge of who we visit in Columbus, and I will tag along. I will take along a few books and nibbles, one trashy outfit, one dressy one, some warm gear, and the rest is up to him!
I just want my Christmas spirit back!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
"Wild Side Sex: The book of Kink"
Midori, a well-known writer and teacher within the fetish/BDSM community, has put out a new book about the amalgam we call 'kink.' I'd never thought before of how this lumps together a whole sexual buffet that may, or may not, have much to do with each other. I have, by her lights, determined that I am a poly-fetishist, i.e. a whole lot of what is labelled 'kink' turns me on -- leathersex, bondage, piercing, tight-fitting elbow-length leather gloves, boots of all varieties, corsets, silk and fur and velvet, foot play, etc. There are very few of the kinks that don't hold some attraction (even if not strong) for me.
But, then, I've been an omnivore all my life -- I'll read anything, eat almost anything once, like talking to a variety of people, want to travel everywhere. It makes sense, therefore, that very little in the community shocks, disgust, or upsets me. And, truthfully, maybe a little of the attraction is my own exhibitionism. Since 'normal' society has only rarely ever liked and approved of me (I was raised a liberal in the deep South) it was just as well to hang with the outcasts and laugh back at society. Thank the goddess/god, that my mother was strong and willing to be different and an 'outsider' to remain true to herself. she gave me that as a gift. Peer pressure just never meant much, too much of a sacrifice to gain their apporval.
Her blogsite is here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fd_midori/
But, then, I've been an omnivore all my life -- I'll read anything, eat almost anything once, like talking to a variety of people, want to travel everywhere. It makes sense, therefore, that very little in the community shocks, disgust, or upsets me. And, truthfully, maybe a little of the attraction is my own exhibitionism. Since 'normal' society has only rarely ever liked and approved of me (I was raised a liberal in the deep South) it was just as well to hang with the outcasts and laugh back at society. Thank the goddess/god, that my mother was strong and willing to be different and an 'outsider' to remain true to herself. she gave me that as a gift. Peer pressure just never meant much, too much of a sacrifice to gain their apporval.
Her blogsite is here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/fd_midori/
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