so what?

February 27, 2010

This morning, while lounging in bed, my husband went out to the store to buy fruit and yogurt to make us parfaits for breakfast. I tweeted this on twitter and I got a stupid reply from someone. You know the type, they just like saying things because they live off of the response they’ll get from you? Too bad he didn’t realize I don’t play those games. Ha! Anyways, his response was, “Is he skipping down the street with a rainbow flag?”

(S here: My thought on reading this was: “Not today, I couldn’t find my sequined culottes.” But I’ve been unplugged from Twitter lately, so that bit of Treppenwitz has been lost)

My response: “if he was I’d have no problem with that. Just means more fun in the bedroom. At least he’s a fantastic cook.” Which is more than I can say for this guy. Since I wasn’t playing his games, he never responded. Guess I didn’t give him the negative response he was hoping for.

As I sit back and think about, Sylvanus being gay, well, it’s impossible really. He loves pussy. He loves MY pussy. I realize the comment was supposed to be a stab at his “manhood” because he wanted to make us parfaits. Yeah, my husband wanted to make us a somewhat healthier breakfast of fruit and yogurt because he had just spent yesterday hearing about me complaining that I need to lose weight and I’m addicted to “bad foods”. At least I have a husband who understands and wants to make his wife happy. A happy wife equals a happy husband and vice verse.

If he were gay, well then that would be fine by me. Obviously we have a great marriage and a fantastic sex life. Adding another man to the mix would please me just fine. *wink* But seriously, if Sylvanus decided he were bi, I’d be happy. Again, because that means the potential of a lot more fun in the bedroom. I don’t think being open about your sexuality is an awful thing. I also don’t think when a man enjoys having a woman play with his ass, it makes him gay either. It just means he’s unlocked more pleasure in his sex life. Why does male anal play have to be associated with being gay?

So to that comment I say… So what?

(and here’s to hoping I get back into writing regularly)


Trennungsangst

February 23, 2010

The Germans have a fascinating habit of making new words. On one hand, the process usually just involves stapling several smaller words that more or less describe the concept into one big word. Once in a while, they actually create a simple word that elegantly captures the situation. Such a word is “Trennungsangst” which translates to “fear of separation.” (side note: Scrabble is probably a blast in German, and should be played on a gigantic board)

Today, my new job booked my flights for my first trip abroad to our plant in Europe. I will be spending an entire calendar month in another country, while Mina minds the zoo at home. This will easily be the longest time we have spent apart since we first started dating, and our longest time without sex. While I’m naturally excited to be seeing a new place, learning more things, and perfecting another language (or possibly two), I’m also struggling with the thought of being out of Mina’s life by virtue of miles and time zones for so long.

I was a military brat growing up, and, rather than being often transferred, my father was more frequently sent on TDY. (temporary duty, or colloquially “temporary duty yonder”) One of the things that really shaped me was his frequent absence from my life, where I would not see him for a month or two at a time. There was one especially spectacular period where he spent an entire year in Korea. (Those of you familiar with military regulations know that TDY is limited to assignments under 180 days. To get him in Korea for a year, they sent him home for a week in the summer.)  Of course, back in the 80′s, the internet wasn’t a common thing. Since my father was enlisted, we couldn’t afford international phone calls, not to mention the time zones were utterly impossible, so we mailed cassette tapes back and forth. It’s the life of a military family, you adapt and do what you can with it. I often wonder, though, about how I form relationships as a result.

I’m not very close to my family, certainly not as close they would like. For a long time I was closest to my mother, because she is the only one that had always been there. (My sister was an exchange student, and before that did any trip that would take her out of town.) But now, she and I are always wary around each other, since I am always on the edge of being sick of her. My sister and I used to be best friends, but as I grew up, and stopped letting her run the show, we began clashing, and we don’t speak much any more. I like my Dad well enough, but we’re not that close.

But Mina is different. She knows the entire me, the unedited me. I chose her, I wasn’t born with a genetic imperative to be close to her. I see her every day, and being around her soothes me and makes me happy.  She is one of the few people I’ve ever met that brings me balance, and that I consider part of my home. There’s a lot I can deal with, if I just know she is going to be in my bed that night.

So, it’s going to be my first time ever missing someone, and my first time feeling homesick. And I just don’t know what I’m going to do with that.


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February 23, 2010

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Book Review: Screw The Roses, Send Me The Thorns

February 13, 2010


With the recent move, it’s been difficult to write, or to find time to do… anything! I have many reviews that I owe. I am slowly getting back into the saddle of blogging.

This particular review was given to me by Va Va Voom. We have recently become one of their newest reviewers. I am thrilled that I had the opportunity to read “Screw The Rose, Send Me The Thorns” by Philip Miller and Molly Devon.

Immediately, within the first few pages of reading, I was hooked! Screw the Roses (as I shall call it from here on out) is an educational and instructional book about “The romance and sexual sorcery of sadomasochism”. Philip and Molly are a couple with over 20 years of experience in the BDSM world. This book was originally published in 1995. They offer an intelligent and entertaining view into this “dark” world. It is written in such a manner that people of all experience levels would enjoy it and walk away having learned something new.

Chapter 1 offers you an introduction to your hosts, Phillip and Molly and what they intend the book to be about.  They go into detail what sadomasocism IS and IS NOT. That is then followed by the introduction into “scene speak” and learning the lingo and terms and labels. Chapter 1 covers everything from what it means to be dominant, submissive, a switch, masochist, tops and bottoms, gay SM scenes, and oh so much more. (You can see how I got hooked right away right?)

Chapter 2 dives right into the important stuff. Communication, trust and safety. The authors really push that safety above all else is the most important key to whatever “play” you may do. Once you’ve established that you are, in fact, in a safe and trust worthy situation, the chapter goes on to tell you how you can explore many things. Such as using the mind as an erogenous zone, conditioning, visualization. sensory relocation and so much more.

Chapter 3 gives you the run down on “The Politics of Very Strange Bedfellows, Sensible SM Relationships, and Dangerous Liaisons.” It tells the reader what to look out for in other people as you begin your search for your partner. For women, it can help weed out the creeps and for men, it can help weed out the needy. Chapter 3 gives you safety suggestions on how to meet someone in person for the first time. It should be noted that since this book was first published in 1995, it’s a little outdated as far as the internet has to go. So much has changed online since 1995. You can pretty much skip any reference to “message boards” and they won’t have any of the newer kink sites listed.

Chapter 4 begins talking about how to introduce “kink” into your already established relationship and how to go out there and find it. It gives suggestions on how negotiations between Doms and subs can be handled.  What I liked about Chapter 4 is it listed and went into detail, about the different forms of submission out there. This I found very helpful. I’ll list what they come up with, but I’m afraid you’ll have to get your own copy of the book to understand what it all means.

  • Level 1- Conditional Compliance
  • Level 2- Restricted Ongoing Acquiescence
  • Level 3- Provisional Submission
  • Level 4- The Covenant of Dominance and Submission
  • Level 5- Absolute Ownership

Chapter 5 was specifically written by Philip for the men, but you know what? I peeked anyways. *giggles* I have to say, his advice was pretty good. In order to be successful and get the most out of a BDSM type relationship, men have to learn how to slow things down. How to really make love to a woman. He gives pointers to men on how to understand just how different the woman’s mind and body work than their own and how a woman’s mind and body are intertwined.

Chapter 6 is a fun chapter that goes into all the different kinds of play and tools used. Anything from fire and ice, electro-torture, anal play and training, fisting and oh so much more! (can’t give away all of the secrets can I?)

Chapter 7 is another exhilarating chapter. This one goes into bondage. It explains how you need a plan and how to perform “bondage safety”. This chapter also gives you the “Ten rules to be bound by” and gives you an illustrated example of the “anatomy for safer bondage”.(click pic to make bigger). This chapter also gives suggestions on what you should be doing during your first rope session, your 2nd rope session and so on.

Chapter 8, Human Bondage technique! Oh what fun! This chapter shows you how to use rope and create ankle and wrist bondage as well as oriental rope dresses. There are detailed diagrams to help you out! This chapter not only talks about rope as bondage, but also blindfolds, gags, hoods, plastic wrap and many more “specialty items”.

Chapter 9 starts getting into the more serious stuff. This chapter is written by Philip and it discusses the ins and outs of flogging. This chapter discusses such important things as environment, how to start and end a session, your positioning, and how to properly use a flogger. Philip has ten commandments of flagellation and I think they are very good ones. Click the pic to read his Commandments of Flagellation, but you’ll have to read the book to get the details.

Chapter 10 really gets into “the beating”. In this chapter are tips for how to prepare the skin for a beating and where to hit (with chart). This chapter goes into everything from spanking, paddling, caning, whipping, slapping, and strokes. That’s just naming a few things that you’ll get out of it. It also dives into a tutorial on how to properly use a whip, including cat-style and bull whip.

Chapter 11 goes into what is happening to both top and bottom during a scene such as those encountered in previous chapters. It goes into the endorphin rush and “sub space” and also talks about Dom space as well. This chapter goes into the different levels of pain and how they become pleasure.

Chapter 12, one of my fave subjects, “How to make the upper cheeks red”. This chapter talks about humiliation, embarrassment and the mindfuck. Oh what a wonderful chapter and subject matter! How I love a good mind fuck. Remember men, a woman’s body is so closely linked to her mind.  In this chapter there is talk about public play, dressing and verbal abuse, as well as sexual denial. Probably the most interesting section, one that I find true, is the section that discusses emotional growth through SM. It’s interesting how something that can be so humiliating can make someone feel so much more empowered. Even if they are on the receiving end.

Chapter 13, the last chapter, oddly enough, talks about your dungeon. It gives advice on furnishing your own dungeon, life with children, and how to save money and make many of these items yourself. It lists the goodies into groups, the torture group, the sex-toy group and the bondage group and tells you where you can go to buy these items. This chapter also tells you how to make many of these items yourself! There are also tips on how to travel with your toys.

Finally, the book closes with a glossary of terms and an appendix.

  • Appendix A- SM Support Groups and Organizations
  • Appendix B- Stores, Supplies, and Artisans
  • Appendix C- Computer Bulletin Boards
  • Appendix D- SM and Fetish Magazines
  • Appendix E- Recommended Reading
  • Appendix F- NLA Statement on Domestic Violence


I really enjoyed reading this book very much. Philip and Molly wrote it in such a way that it was both informational and entertaining. Each chapter included a story of their own experiences in certain situations and it is always fascinating to read another person’s personal story. Anyone can enjoy this book, whether you are just getting started or you have years of experience in the lifestyle. The book includes many pictures as well as diagrams to help you build/make your own things. I appreciate how much emphasis is put on safety. I think that is so very important.

Finally, since this book was originally published in 1995, please keep in mind that some of the resources may be outdated. Do not buy this book if you think it is going to send you to the current kink websites of today. That’s not to say that some of the sites or businesses listed in the book do not exist today. If they do, well then that should be a pretty good sign that they are quality.

Would I recommend this book? Absolutely! If you are interested in getting a copy of Screw the Roses, Send Me The Thorns, you can find it here. Want to check out some other reading while you are there? You’ll find lots to choose from!

Thanks again to Va Va Voom for giving me the opportunity to read such a great book!


Eyes I Dare Not Meet

February 10, 2010

It’s weird being a celebrity. It’s even stranger being partly known for pieces of you, but to have people react as if they fully understand the animal they have grasped in the dark. You feel like that animal, annoyed, and restraining yourself. You are having to go through, again, the slow process of deciding what to reveal, what not to.

We live in a village now. An actual, designated-by-the-state-of-New-York, village. When Mina went to the Village Hall (seriously!) to get a New York driver’s license (side note: It is slightly easier close the sale of a house than to move a car and a driver to New York state, and there is less paperwork.) she discovered that we were already the talk of the town village. The woman there knew our address, because they had been talking about the big moving truck on Maple Street (seriously!) at the house with the cars with California license plates. Of course, every resident of this area has the same reaction, always verbalized:

“Why did you move here?”

When the crowd is absolutely monolithic in their response, and every person asks, even the people who know damned well why I moved here, it has to give you a little pause. Does this place really suck that bad?

In truth, I’ve kind of liked it here. There seems a nice spectrum of restaurants, if not the variety within genres we’re used to. Everything’s easy to get to. And it’s amazingly quiet here: no LAPD helicopters circling the neighborhood, no thumping subwoofers, and no fags on Harleys. (cf. South Park, “The F-word” for explanation of the non-homophobic use of the word “fag” in this context) Of course, some of the more colorful elements of our lifestyle are also kept quietly under wraps for now. People don’t talk about that stuff so openly here, which suits me okay, for now. I enjoy being intensely private.

But there is always that sort of bewilderment: if you lived in Los Angeles, why did you move here? I’m not sure how exiles are supposed to answer that question.

Exile.

It’s a strong word, and I hate using strong words when they aren’t merited. But, in some ways, it feels that way. I feel like I am in hiding, and slipping back into the darkness, hiding parts of myself from the fumbling grip of strangers.

I had lunch today with the manager of a co-worker of mine from my old job that now works here as well. He said, bluntly, that my friend did not have a single nice word to say about my old boss. Of course, he used this to go lawyer on me to ask me about him when I interviewed to see how I would respond. He praised me for being adeptly political about my answer. Given this implied invitation to now dump my spleen on the table and pick through everything I had to say about him, I demurred, choosing instead to point out that he has been obviously successful, and that, as for my personal opinion, I had obviously voted with my feet.

But then, how could I explain what I really thought? I thought for a long time I would write a book about this, and perhaps I still will, because it would take 50,000 words to adequately explain the bizarre cocktail of emotions I have about him. It would take far more to capture the mountains of abuse he heaped on me, and it would take sorrowful days to calculate the number of hours I spent in his office, drinking his poison. I can’t tell you the amount of contempt he has heaped on me, the cheap insults he has hurled out, and, in the same hour, paid me unbelievably deep and sincere compliments. Of course, the day he was undercutting them.

To some extent, I could see farther into his thoughts than he wanted me to, but I still had my blind spots. I could see him trying to talk himself out of liking me, trying to dismiss my gifts so that he could just hate me. I could plainly see my star fading. But somehow, when I gave my notice, it was still a tearful goodbye, he still wanted to be my friend. And suddenly I was aware of the lonely, miserable man who was missing so many of the emotional connections people take for granted. And…for a second…I regretted quitting on him.

For a second.

In my aversion to strong words, I hate to describe myself as having PTSD, because there are people who have been through real mortal danger in their lives and have real issues that use that term, but I am definitely afraid of the monsters under the bed. Every time a person of authority pulls me aside, my guard is up. Boss used to love to sandbag me. And it felt like it, the emotional and disorienting thud of being sideswiped by more force than you could resist if you knew it was coming, but you didn’t. I am constantly looking over my own shoulder, obsessively looking for mistakes. The boss expected perfection in everything. I got pounded for twenty minutes (minimum) if my handwriting wasn’t clear, and somebody had to ask the question. If I ever said a wrong word, that was a lecture. Over and over, it was “if I made as many mistakes as you, we would be dead.” Now, every mistake someone else catches is a cause for panic. I still expect perfection of myself, because it was the only way not to get screamed at.

At my new workplace, it’s not like that. It’s routine to check each other’s work for mistakes, with comments of “it’s amazing how much you catch.” People don’t expect this robotic inerrance that was demanded of me. This new company is so much better a place. But all my fears are too ingrained to simply logic away. I shrink back like a dog from a broom.

I don’t tell people this where I am. They don’t need to know this about me. Mina knows. She knows far better than I would ever want her to. But, without her, I would still be taking my beatings, those beatings. They are not mine. I didn’t deserve to be treated like that. I owe Mina for making me accountable for my own happiness.

I go through, and I still hide my eyes in Hellmuthian fashion, trying to protect myself from the light of insight. I need to fix some of those things in the shadows. There are other things going on that are outside the scope of this blog. Most of those are good things, though. There’s always hope.


Slowly coming back

February 6, 2010

Well, the move is done. We are now denizens of Western New York. We live in New York. We still have to repeat that to believe it, because the reality is only just now sinking in, like the snow that seems to fall from the sky every other night here. It’s cold here, and we did break in our air mattress while we waited for our stuff to arrive, but now our internet is here, our stuff is here, and we really, really live in upstate New York now.

Really.

We took an amazing drive across the country. This is really an amazing country we live in, and we were treated to wonderful hospitality and unbelievable sights. The last few weeks have been unbelievable, and changed us in so many ways. We’re not sure what the future holds for us, but we look forward to discovering it together.

No promises about what we are going to be writing in the future, but we most definitely will be writing as we settle back into our lives.


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