Opinion
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I like my sex like I like my food…
I was perusing Twitter this morning and came across this tweet from Jayne Renault. I love it. And it got me thinking this morning. Metaphorically speaking…I like a little spice. And, no surprise, Mr. D likes more heat than I do. I prefer comfort food over exotic cuisine. American and Western European dishes over Asian or Indian or Middle Eastern or…. It doesn’t mean I won’t try those things…or even enjoy them for what they are. I can appreciate something, yet not want to add it as part of my everyday menu. And when it comes right down to it, I’m not a huge fan of change. I order…
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Love can only get us so far…
Mr. D and I are a bit disconnected right now. Not in trouble…but certainly not on our A-game. Sometimes it’s like that. We lose touch a bit in the din of day-to-day. A common issue for long-term relationships, especially those where children and high-stress careers are involved. For me, the distraction is usually work. It pushes my levels of stress and wears me out physically, mentally, and emotionally. Add to that the pressures of a graduate program, parenting responsibilities, and by evening I have little left to give. I’ve hit my 2nd bout of exhaustion for the school year. I’ll likely hit one more by the end. Nothing new, but…
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I’d be a gum drop
1. I struggle with _____ . A lot of things. Parenting. Work/life balance. Self-image. My libido and hormone balance. My weight and health. 2. What do men like to talk about? In my experience…the same thing everyone else likes to talk about: what the know, what they love, what they want…work, family, sex, hobbies & interests. 3. Do you eat food samples in grocery stores (consider pre-covid times)? I used to do this quite a bit in Costco, and I still will if I’m truly interested in the product. 4. What don’t you have figured out? I’m not sure I have anything completely figured out, actually…if I’m honest. 5. What…
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TMI Tuesday
1. Do you feel that happiness is luck or is it a practiced mindset? I definitely believe it is a mindset. And even if it weren’t, it certainly isn’t luck. Happiness is more a state of mind in which we accept our circumstances for now (planning and working to change what we must) and ourselves and find ways of feeling good in our world. Practicing gratitude, prioritizing relationships and connecting with others, being kind, smiling, being active and healthy, sleeping well, taking care of our needs and the needs of those we love, being productive and impactful in our work and activities. These are all ways of practicing happiness. …
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The Spoon (a tale of forgone punishment)
So I hate punishment. I’ve written about it before…the fact that I hate it, juxtaposed against the fact that I feel it can be necessary, anyway, in a D/s dynamic…and how my theoretical understanding of it never seems to match up to reality when I’m faced with it out of the blue. Here are a few earlier posts about it, because I don’t really feel a need to rehash things, since my feelings and opinions regarding punishment haven’t changed any: Discipline, Punishment, and Correction in a D/s Relationship 24/7 D/s (Weaknesses & First Punishment) Punishment’s Emerging Role in our Relationship So, why write about it again? Because I freaked out about…
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On singing out loud, nekkid pitchers, and boobs
I’ve not done a great job keeping up with things this week, but it’s Friday now, and time to breathe a bit more deeply. (We here in the states also have a 3 day weekend ahead in commemoration of Memorial Day.) It’s bittersweet, though. Normally, my family would be going to a 4 day long music festival, as we do every year. But, this is the 2nd year it’s been shut down due to Covid. While I look forward to the relaxation, I’m also sad that I won’t be dancing and enjoying myself (fuck you, Covid!). Anyhow, since I haven’t had time for memes this week, let’s give a little…
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A perfect day…
It starts with sleeping in…coffee in the outdoors, watching the sun-glow brighten the sky…sex…a good breakfast. It requires good weather. Soft warmth on the skin, but not enough to burn or draw sweat. A cool breeze. Perfect days mean no obligations…no plans…nowhere to be. Wandering downtown, or taking in an local event. Late afternoon in the sun, with a book and a beverage, my feet up and the birds chirping. A light Mediterranean meal outside with conversation. Maybe some live music with dancing or outdoor theatre. Looking up at the stars, watching the satellites circle. The warmth of a crackling campfire. But always…there is you. My head on your shoulder,…
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Keep the fame
This week’s Tell Me Something True prompt was “Would you want to be famous?” My response? Honestly…I’d like to be known but not famous. Fame, to me, carries the connotation of lack of privacy, and constant expectation to be a certain way or do a certain thing for a fan-base. I want none of that. I like being able to anonymously go about my day in public. I like being able to stay at home whenever I want, with no expectation to be somewhere or do something. But being known? I do like the idea of having my writing known. If I were going to be famous, I’d prefer to be famous for that. I think…
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What’s your fantasy language?
Awhile back, I did a post on The 3 Things Almost Everyone Fantasizes About, and I promised to come back to the topic and cover the other types of fantasies that are most common, based on the study done for the April book pick Tell Me What You Want. These last four are tied together by the theme “breaking the rules”: taboo & forbidden sex, swinging/partner sharing/polyamory, intimacy/romance/passion, and homoeroticism & gender-bending. Intimacy, Romance, and Passion I’m going to start with intimacy, romance, and passion, because this was my #1. Sadly, it was Mr. D’s #5, which is one of the problems we’ve struggled with over the course of our…
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My dog can’t handle it when He spanks me
It really is kind of funny: when Mr. D cracks my ass, my dog goes into overdrive. Her tail goes between her legs, she runs around the room…anxious and worried, jumping up, putting her paws on the edge of the bed, sniffing me and making sure I’m okay. She requires a lot of “petting” (verbal assurances) that the world is still right. Last night, after a heavenly back rub, we went through this silly play. He smacked my naked ass, wide open palm (which means quite a reverberating sound), and she lost her mind, tearing from one side of the bed to the other. It’s hard to know what exactly…
