It’s been a stressful month. Some of the stress is fantastically good but that doesn’t make me less tense. My period started early and has lingered too long. I haven’t done enough yoga to compensate and the result is a menstrual ellipsis instead of just my period. Mother nature likes to remind me of my limits when I fly this close to the sun. 

Exploration in the sensual world of erotica is classically overwhelming. Mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausting. I’ve made many first impressions and still haven’t seen more than the tips of icebergs. I tasted some flogging, braved 46 clothespins, dangled from ropes and received decorative bruises. I’ve met good people and creeps. My capacity for pleasure is expanding every day, only limited by how open I can get my mind.

Tomorrow I’m getting my head shaved. Not something I’ve considered erotic, the person willing to shave me is gratified by the act. He gets off on the trust and intimacy required to let someone draw a straight razor across skin. If he does well with my head, perhaps we’ll negotiate other personal grooming.  If it goes poorly – well, it’s just hair.  It grows back.