I left my hometown in January. It was somewhat abrupt even though I planned for it. It’s not even the end of May and I already can’t remember my life there. My life here is still completely foreign. Everywhere I go is new and people are consistently surprised by me. I am admired often but not welcomed in. That’s the nature of Seattle. Continue reading Suicidal Idealization
Sexy 34-year old divorcee iso sugar daddy.
Able to clean and cook in exchange for room & board in or near downtown Seattle. Will perform other duties as negotiated in exchange for cash and prizes. Will consider an emotional bond for the right applicant.
Require full personal liberty during time off.
No fat chicks.
Moderation – This is the first and most important key. Once you figure out how to moderate it’s possible to enter a zen-like state where worry can’t stick to you. Everything you do is based in the present and intuition is finely tuned. It’s not a perfect way to live because we are human and will fuck up. The idea of moderation brings you back to your center (whatever that is) and facilitates a non-judgemental perspective on all things. Continue reading 5 Keys to a Happy Life
Those three words. Those three fucking words. Get over yourself already.
On some level, I feel love for almost everyone I meet. It’s far more important whether I like you. I don’t like that many humans. In contrast, I like nearly all dogs. My love stems from a firm belief that we are all pretty much the same. And that dogs are near perfect.
If I like you it means you’re worth my time. All the love in the world doesn’t take care of you when you need something real. People who like you help with that. And dogs. Dogs cure almost anything.
While working at a small custom frame shop in my mid-20s I answered to an honest, hard-working butch lesbian. The actual owner of the business was an upper-middle class nouveau riche mama’s boy with unresolved homoerotic daddy issues. Somehow, the two formed a dysfunctional symbiotic parental unit that kept the shop running on an even keel. I loved the women in that building like sisters and felt more at home there than with my family, for the most part. Making $8.50 an hour in Memphis, TN was pretty decent and I could do that job in my sleep. A fine place to sit idle and figure out some priorities. Continue reading Art Lover
I’m glad I waited for the real thing. Continue reading Leather Hairdresser
It’s been the three of us since 2001. I adopted Maya from the Forrest Hill vet clinic where I worked after deciding not to continue at Bryn Mawr. She’s maya koshka. Working two full-time jobs, I left home for up to 18 hours some days. Her response to that is explosive diarrhea. So I went to the Humane Society in midtown Memphis and adopted a 6-month old kitten to keep my cat company.
Sitting in the room of adoptable cats and kittens, I cast about for the right choice. Softly clucking and petting every furry thing in front of me, one particular kitten kept following me about the room mewing. When I’d sit down with a prospective cat she literally pushed into my lap every time. Bryn clearly chose me as her person and was not having it any other way. I relented quickly, of course.
Arriving home with a second cat, Maya walks straight up to us and let’s out an open-mouth hiss. Bryn pulls back with wide eyes, equally startled and confused by this greeting. She carefully noses forward as Maya crouches low, flattening her ears. Curious, Bryn puts her paw out to poke the beast. A rumbling growl and Maya pounces. One short tussle before they tear across the room, Bryn chasing Maya. 5 minutes later they are aggressively grooming each other. Sisters ever since.
Bryn has always loved affection, giving and receiving. She sleeps next to my pillow or under the covers and can wake me up just by staring intently at my face. She will follow you into the bathroom if you don’t close the door completely because she likes a captive audience. When living with dogs she never took their shit and even taught Ziva how to wrestle.
Bryn kitty is in end stage renal failure. There’s not much to do but make her comfortable. Eventually the stuff her kidneys aren’t filtering will make her too sick to eat. That’s when it’s time. I don’t know when that will be.
Getting tied up is a pretty classic fetish. Hanging from the ceiling while tied up is a little more elaborate. In the world of try it before you deny it, I expected to hang once and never again.
The bruises and rope burn coupled with second day soreness is about what I anticipated. The pure joy I felt – completely unexpected. Swinging violently through the air, giggling like a school girl on the playground.
Much like mountain climbing, suspension play takes effort, focus and various carabiners. Those working together must communicate well and trust each other. The end reward is a new perspective on the world around you.
There’s also decorative rope tying. That’s sexy in a different way. I’m excited to explore the bondage side of BDSM further. Next time I’m gonna get my hands tied into reverse namaskar and go for a supported backbend.
My superpower is rooted in the ability to shift perspective. Call it a defense mechanism if you will but I have unleashed the inherent power. Further than a sense of empathy, I can provide a fresh look from any angle. The cost for this is inability to blend in. I cultivate invisibility by hiding in plain sight and it works most of the time. If I’m ever spotted, I use my feminine assets to misdirect and then make a quick Irish exit. Continue reading Rimble Ramble