It is also annoying to keep asking if you can track my location.
Just no, hell no.
No one needs to know where I am all the time and that information sure as fuck doesn’t need to be available online. Just stop already, creepy stalker apps!
No, I do not want your help!
I have no actual memory of these things but I suspect I was one of those obnoxious little kids who wanted to do everything for themselves even though it takes longer, is poorly done, and probably will need to be redone or fixed just a few minutes later. I am certainly one of those people NOW.
Nevertheless, thank you for your obnoxious, non-stop, annoying, overbearing interference WordPress, Gmail, Tumblr, Facebook, Yahoo, Youtube, Dropbox, Microsoft, et al but if I want to follow someone, friend someone, connect an account, learn more about your new feature, update my profile, update my inbox, update my contacts, update my ANYTHING,
I WILL FUCKING LET YOU KNOW!
Ah, I feel better now.
Suppose you were a total fucking wanker, and suppose you were a member of the BDSM community who objected to predator awareness; but I repeat myself.
My posting on this blog and my marginal fetlife activity are about the sum total of my bdsm community involvement and that is plenty for me.
Maymay, KIE, and Stabbity, all three of whom actually have a history in the meat world bdsm community, have posted recently about a PAT-OKC tool Maymay created to let people using the OKCupid site know about possible predator risks.
Here is the amazing part to me.. that there are actually people in the bdsm community who are objecting to this. This makes me so happy that I have never chosen to identify myself with the total fucking wankers. Those of you who are, those of you who are identified with predators and people who would cover for them, mask them, and defend them— YOU need to step up and clear your names. Point fingers, name names. It’s decision time.
Either predators and rapists are representative of bdsm culture or you need to set your house in order.
Let’s make it a race, who can clean house the quickest, the Catholic church or the bsdm community?
In which I blather on pointlessly about knowing and choosing.
I’ve recently had a lot of conversations with my kids about choices, making good ones in particular, and it never ceases to annoy me that far too often we have to make choices before we can know what we need to know before we can make a choice intelligently.
The high school senior who excels in multiple areas but must choose whether to pursue art school or pre-law before beginning college, for example. Of course, many guess wrong the first time and decide to go with the other option after a while, or perhaps (in a more mystical view of things) they need to learn things by aiming for the one goal before pursuing the other.
Jai Alai or Lacrosse? No time or money for both, make a choice. But the pros and cons depend so heavily on factors that are nearly impossible to predict that it becomes impossible to know which choice is best.
Of course with some things it doesn’t matter; try it all, experiment, make your choice with full knowledge and assurance that you have tested the options and made the choice that suits you best. Those decisions are easier to make, I think.
But suppose you are a man just on the verge of making a commitment to a woman and then you meet another… one who is different than the first, not necessarily better or worse, not definitely a better choice or a worse choice, just… a different one. For the sake of this conversation exclusivity is not optional. It is one or the other. Make your choice and take your chance. There is no way that decision doesn’t suck. At any point where that choice has to be made… it is going to suck.
Some people will read that and try to engineer a cheat our of the proposed kobayashi maru scenario (the women might be bi and they can all three live happily ever after together!), but the point is, sometimes you can’t know beforehand. Sometimes the store isn’t handing out free samples and the only way to know if you are going to like seaweed crackers is to buy and try them.
Eow, by the way.
Trusting the good will of the universe, or one’s own resilience, or whatever gives a person the bolster they need to step off into the nothingness of a big choice made on faith and guesswork is brave, and it is very hard for some, and it is gut-wrenching when it doesn’t work.
I like to know, for sure, beforehand. Too bad it doesn’t work that way nearly often enough.
It all only ever changes
For my birthday I went to a cool, old, local-ish hotel with that guy I married and he spent some of the time we were there tied to the wrought-iron bed frame, between eating delicious salmon dinners and roaming the local book stores, and having picnics by the beach. It was heavenly.
At one point, while he was tied to the bed frame licking and sucking my pussy I remember making a mental note to imprint the moment with as much detail as possible because, frankly, moments when we can revel loudly, freely, and without reserve or concern in the pleasures of the fless… well, they are not as frequent as I’d like.
The schedule is getting ready to change, for summer of course, but then in the fall my schedule will be filled with commuting and new commitments. I am not sure how intimate moments will fit into the schedule but time will have to be made— some times a girl just needs to tie up, whip, and ride her fucktoy. It just has to be done, no matter how busy the schedule is.
Too Long
It been too long since I heard that moan.
When self-containment no longer holds sway and the part of your brain that stifles all that surrenders, finally, to sensation and desire and your mouth gapes open and you moan from your throat, from your soul, from the place inside you that needs me to take you to places that exist apart from obligation and responsibility.
That is when I know you are just where I want you, and where you want to be.
There’s been so many obligations and so much responsibility. The few moments that can be squeezed out of schedules don’t really allow for a departure from reality, but we need one.
We need to get away from it all so I have the time to tie you down, fuck you up, and make you forget everything but what I am doing to you and what you hope I will do next.
It’s time to eat some lotus.
Go make me a sandwich.
My younger son had a friend over this weekend, let’s call him Johnny. They were having trouble getting Johnny’s computer online so my son called me for some help because I am the techie around here. Johnny was surprised at that but it was nothing compared to his surprised later when, during their chess game, my son said I had taught him to play and that his father refuses to play me because I always win. These kids are 13. Why, why is a 13 year old surprised that a woman might be the more technologically inclined adult in a household and that she might also be better at chess?
Do we seriously have another whole generation of children who are buying bullshit stereotypes?? WTF?! What people teaching their kids?
No wonder we still can’t get an equal pay bill passed. Never mind the old white men in Congress, little kids don’t even have a healthy mindset about gender stuff.
