As I have said before and it bears repeating there is a statistically insignificant number of perverts who eroticise dental pain. Aside from Bill Murrays’ character in Little Shop of Horrors, you just aren’t’ gonna find many people who dig on that shit!
I’ve been going through a series of panicky moments due to an unpleasant experience yesterday where I just couldn’t get fucking numb for a critical root canal. This guy seems like a great dentist but it just wasn’t happening and I had to safeword and call the scene ask him to stop the procedure.
“Perhaps…” I thought, after a Twitter post from The Debauched Domestic Diva planted the idea on my head “Maybe this calls for some creative imaginings….”
When I first started to grow boobs I was dismayed. My areola, being HUGE from the get-go lead me to believe I was doomed to have tits that were ALL. AREOLA.
I mostly have grown into them but I still think it looks kind of odd. Whatever.
And, as I had 2 visits (one for a fall, one for teh Ovary of Doom) to the Kaiser ER within a 2 week period, I was repeatedly reminded by the helpful Kaiser nurses that it was time for me to have the old girls ‘grammed.
I’d memories of Mom having a bruise on her breast from her exams, and I wasn’t looking forward to it.
The most helpful suggestion I received was from my friend Dana who recommended I imagine that I was being mauled by the known boobiemauler Gray during the procedure. This lead to my possibly being the first patient to giggle like a complete idiot while having her tit squashed between plexiglass and steel.
I was going to post this on the Thursday of the exam but I wanted to wait until the results were in, and so they are.
Who we are is never, ever a one-dimensional painting.
It is a sculpture, kinetic, a maze, a faceted crystal, a subterranean cavern, an oceanic abyss, a windswept plateau, all of these things.
Having a dawning realization that you might resonate with something about BDSM, whether it not it is something as simple as fascination with the lines of a corset or the sensation of helplessness doesn’t necessarily relegate yourself to the realm of porn-addicted drooling cackling pervert.
It takes WORK to achieve that level of depravity!
I understand the concern that this might be a slippery slope for some. That your desire to submit to or your need to overpower someone will eventually overpower or sublimate your sense of self.
It doesn’t have to. It really only has to be that if that is what you chose.
This weekend I was able to connect with my BDSM Community peeps on both Saturday and Sunday. And The Lord (Ganesha, of course) said it was good.
The Iron Dom contest was a delight! The crowd was enthusiastic the participants amazingly creative and the willing victims game, and sassy, and I feel confident in saying a good time was had by all.
Today I spent most of the afternoon in a mostly empty basement flat assembling tables from Ikea.
The line between consciousness and sleep blurs to a haze of breathing and soft contact and the tug of a hand on heated skin. There are moments you want to last because you can’t imagine anything better than what you are feeling right now; the slow twist of a sheet wrapped perfectly around your foot, [...]
It looks as though one of San Francisco’s last public pansexual Sex Club and BDSM playspaces,The Power Exchange, is at risk. The owner of the building is selling, and the future of the place is uncertain. On those nights where the filthynastypiglut in you wants to be ogled and leered at and objectified by complete [...]
I blog because I have a compulsion to talk. I talk because I have a lot going on inside and it helps me to have a steam valve that actually is beneficial. I need to feel useful. I need to feel connected. I need information and I need feedback. I feel it is a fair [...]
