It started with a comment, Z would be coming to the party. An opportunity to play. We hadn’t since February. A holiday again. What could we do? A couple days to marinate and he came back with OTK beatings. Oh, Continue reading Windows of Opportunity
He brought two cattle prods with Him this year. A full-sized one that you might imagine when you hear those words, and a smaller, stun-gun sized one. Both with the high pitched whine of charging. Neither with the tell-tale crackle Continue reading Control and Cattle Prods
At public play parties, there are always scene limitations. Time limits on furniture. Party space rule limitations. Event time limitations. Personal pubic play limits. Last night, I had a few moments of fear over bad weather limitations – would both Continue reading Scene Limits
The last post discussed intentions and insecurities. This post will be about results. Or results so far. The next post will be more about how it turned out. Let me explain. After the last post, negotiating began in earnest with Continue reading Good Communication = Good Results
He asked me on Monday, about our group getting back together and doing events later this year. He posted in the group yesterday, to see what they all think. It has been a long time since we have seen each Continue reading Post-Pandemic Thinking
I never know what I’m going to get with the lover. Even when we were together, he could surprise me. With my own pain. Stubbornness. Surrender. Each time we have played since then has built upon a once broken foundation. Continue reading The Painful Edge
I swear, a lotStingy things make me swear a lot more I’m very sarcasticSleep dep/exhaustion/late nights make me lose whatever filter I may haveI’m always tired If I say no, it may not mean neverLikely, I’ll be the one to Continue reading Playing With The Imp
I still need to listen to the book again, but I want to talk about fear today. Fear is a useful feeling, it is a survival mechanism. It tells us when there is danger. It tells us to lift our Continue reading The Gift of Fear is Action
That’s the trouble with NaNo – not editing your work, you don’t realize the final word of a day was misspelled… and then I somehow skipped yesterday, so it’s been misspelled for nearly two days. Weee! Despite the desire to Continue reading Election 2016
I’ve talked about my masochism many times before. About how it’s not just about pain, but “intense sensation.” Especially controlled, intentional, intense sensation. I’ve talked about my RA, and how that pain is unwelcome, unsexy, and uncontrolled. I’ve talked about Continue reading Not Just a Masochist