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Archive for May, 2012

Building Community —

In the middle of my Ropen Space, I found myself drawn to a large circle of people in the main room. As part of the unconference process, this open area was kept in case a class ran long and needed more time. For Lochai’s Community Building discussion, the space was invaluable. I had not attended […]

Top Of The Roller Coaster —

Since it was to be a day of back-to-back classes, I dressed as School Gir: green Gir collared t-shirt with a tie, Gir hot pants, my Zim jacket, my Gir lanyard, a pair of black thigh high socks, and my black Vans. Heading down stairs, I was more than excited. It felt like I was […]

Roasted —

“I like the French. They taste like chicken.” “Don’t mind me; I’ll do this til I die.” “Oh honey, you’ll never fit in that.” “Our short sash marriage has included you judging me, and leaving me… and you didn’t even give me any flowers.” “Everyone knows International Mr. BootBlack is treated like the red headed […]

Confirmation —

“You’ve lost weight.” – Murphy, with a smile, after our second hug of Shibaricon “Well either you’re still exercising or you’ve seriously decreased your calories.” – Slut, on our way to registration “Where have you gone? You’re disappearing… Well, not all of you is gone.” – Gray, sliding his hand around my stomach, then ending […]

Self Soothing —

I could feel it gradually building, waxing and waning throughout my Ropen Space day. I could hear her, just on the edge of my fun, just beyond the chorus of beautiful voices I listened to on Friday. She was patient. I finally, really, heard her when classes were over. Few others were in the room. […]

My Life, In List Form —

Part of my last session with Doc focused on the idea of life goals. For this week’s homework, he wanted me to make lists of my life goals/desires. He encouraged me to be detailed (“Use that writing of yours.”) when describing what I want. In some ways this task is easy. In others it is […]

Can’t Let Go —

~a poem~ There’s just something About the smell of his leathers,The engulfing aroma,When he is near,That I can’t let go. There’s just something In his stare,His eyes fixed On me,Seeing me Through to my bones,That I can’t let go. There’s just something In the way he squeezes My hips,Digging into my flesh,And the final Bite […]

Reprieve —

~erotica~ “Belt, paddle, or hand?” I had to choose. “Belt.” If I’d chosen his hand, I thought he would’ve felt the pain as well, but possibly resented me for it, as if I were trying to punish him for the mistake I made. If I’d chosen a paddle, I thought he would’ve eventually tired from […]

In Praise Of A Crappy Movie —

“Honey 2?”“Yes, they made a sequel.” “It got two stars.”“Ah, there’s more there.”“It got two point two stars?”“It got two point…”“Something stars.” Honey 2 never won an Oscar. I don’t think it was nominated for anything either. I didn’t care. I knew going in that the acting would be, most likely, sub par, along with […]

Stress —

Sleep deprivation sucks. Nausea. Short temper. Easier to tears. Micro naps while I drive. And, frankly, I stop giving a fuck, at times acting like a bitch. It’s the busy season; I am very sleep deprived. When I woke up Sunday morning, my room was muggy and hot. I had gotten to sleep around 5am. […]