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Triad —

I sat in the back. Tribble sat in the front. FrozenMeursault drove. It was Sunday night, the last night at Shibaricon, and they wanted tacos. I wanted a distraction from my emotional diarrhea. Late night food seemed perfect. We made our way into the city, parked, and stepped into Arturo’s, a 24hr taco spot. Both […]

Breakthrough —

“I just wanted to say thank you for creating the bamboo rig and encouraging people to play on it. That was the first time I’d self suspended at an event in a year. I’d had an incident before which left me skittish. That tie felt like a breakthrough for me. So, thank you.” – Monday […]

DGG #8: Shibaricon 2013 pt 1 —

This is the first of three installments on my fun times at this year’s Shibaricon.  Yup, you read that right.  Three podcasts just on one event.  Needless to say I had a lot of fun with a lot of friends.  Happy 10th anniversary to Shibaricon, as well as second anniversary to RopenSpace at the event.  […]

Flying —

I was nervous to ask the question, but, like many things in my life, I did it anyway. “Hey, you still need a bottom for your afternoon classes?” The first class we attended was Newaza to Fly. It was a large class. The instructors, the DV8 crew, encouraged people to double up on frames. What […]

Beating —

The Cabaret had just ended. There was a crush of people in the hall. A slow lumbering line out of the main dungeon. I was excited, anxious, at what awaited me. He stood at the first aid table. When I arrived, he looked me up and down. “Am I ripping that off of you?”“Uh, no.” […]

Sternum —

It all started Saturday night…“Move your hands. Move your fucking hands.”“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”“I’m going to punch you in your chest. Twice. If your hands get in the way, I will punch you more. If you take the two punches, that will be it for your sternum. Can you do that? Or do you want […]

Cuddles —

Text me, don’t knock.I took my things upstairs. Dumped my kit just inside the door. Then walked across the hotel. Made my way up to the suite.  Here.A few breaths later, the door opened. The room was dark. I stepped inside. Saw shoes by the front. Thought, to be polite, I should take off my […]

Three Ashes —

The 1st“Poetic, would you like some ash?” She looked over at me, huge smile on her face, a two inch head standing vertical on her cigar. “Oh God, yes,” I said, my submissive voice squeaking out. “I’ve cried each time ash was flicked into the tray.” On my hands and knees, I crawled towards her. […]