I was invited to Stockholm to speak on BDSM at Camp WISH and at Stockholm Pride. Amazing honors, incredible women. Some trying obstacles in my own life, but so much learned. I’ve made some new friends I am pretty sure I will have in my life for a while to come. And I love, love Sweden!
Then yet another humbling miracle.
The Scandinavian Leathermen SLM have never invited a woman to roll with them in Pride. The honor goes to Klara of RFSL and Lilaa of WISH Camp for laying the groundwork for International Brother & Sisterhood in Leather.
I will add more as I can…this adventure is already amazing. And even the obstacles that seemed terrible losses at first have reminded me that for all I lose, I gane tenfold in new opportunities.
Well, plans I had for the third week of my trip to Europe rather unfortunately and abruptly feel through.
If you happen to live in or have a flat in or know someone with a spare bedroom somewhere in Western Europe (somewhere served by EasyJet or RyanAir or the like) who might not mind putting up (with) a wandering pervert, drop me a line! I’m housebroken and friendly and helpful and all of that shit. I’m looking for a place to land from August 7th ~ August 14th
The previous week, I’ll be in Berlin, so somewhere I can easily access from there would be awesome. Otherwise, anything may well go
In the midst of getting myself off, sometimes my mind wanders. This is part of the reason I use carefully screened pr0n. Once I’ve impassively screened a clip / scene / CD, verified that there isn’t anything that would gross me the fuck out, it goes into a Safe Spank Bank and is approved for perfunctory masturbatory fodder.
This is so that I don’t wind up having to safeword on myself.
Because sometimes? If I don’t manage my mental committee? I wind up in the midst of an orgasm, ramping up to finish up and having the last ten seconds consist of thoughts that ought never ever see the light of day taking over and unspooling themselves in some sort of ugly non-consensual goreographic open-eyed nightmare.
And no, I’m not going to describe them. I’ve been Manifesting shit way, way too easily of late.
My brain manages to surprise me over and over again.
I hate being told to shut up. It angers me to be told I talk too much. If I’m speaking, it means I have something to say, for fuck’s sake. But being rendered speechless, either via shock, or fear, or physical restraint? Yea, that. Thank you, please. And more, please. Maybe it’s the sensation of [...]
In a chat on Twitter, Mark S and I were bantering about things that tops sometimes use as threats in order to incite fear into the hearts (and genitals) of those (un)lucky enough to find themselves at their (lack of) mercy. I thought about my own reaction to threats, and why they don’t usually work [...]
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