FetLife, Snark and Oreos
So I log in to FetLife today – which I no longer do each and every day cuz I’m flippin’ busy, man – and the first things I see on my front page? “People who think dog rape is a-ok” and “Another day, another shoot at Kink”. Wandering over to my groups I found “Is slave a role or a status?” and “Slavery? For real or playing?” and “Who shaves?” and “What are the symptoms of sub drop?” And I’m like… it’s no fucking wonder I don’t log in much. Kink dot com...
Read MoreSqueeee! New camera cures sad!
Well, I seem to be getting over my case of the sads. Did much talking with the kid and with Taylor and we resolved quite a few things and, in general, felt better for having talked so life is good. I also got my new camera yesterday. A new camera goes a long way toward ending ones sads. I, immediately, started fucking around with macro type shots. Cuz, yanno, my old camera just wouldn’t do that cool in focus/background blur thingy. And then I had to mess around with the black and...
Read MoreI feel good. I knew that I would.
(Were you humming along with the title? I was.) Taylor and I were talkin’ this morning. I was telling him about a blog I read and how I used to get all insecure when I read it, like I wasn’t doing it as “right” as this person was. How even when they had struggles it was all “he’s the master and he resolved them, ain’t he great” and I would get to feeling like what we do isn’t that good. So Taylor says “Are you happy?” And...
Read MoreMade up words and not much else
Not a whole lot going on over here. It’s Spring so it’s raining and gloomy far more often than it’s sunny and bright. And to think I used to like Spring best. Is it me or has it changed? May feels more like March used to. *le sigh* Remind me to take my vitamin D since it refuses to be sunny enough for me to stop, k? And remind me to be thankful I don’t live where kaya moved cuz… fuck me running… it freakin’ snowed there the other day....
Read MoreComfortably Numb
So I was sitting here, all curled up with some coffee and a book, when it hit me. I’d just posted on Twitter about being old, boring and comfy. And I am. Perhaps too much so. I don’t have any anxiety or spirit or even much anger these days. I’m just settled and contented and logical and… boring. I’ve been talking for over a year about how things around here are just normal. And they are. Not that we don’t do S/m, not...
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