Thursday, January 05, 2006
Breakfast Shenanigans
Before I got my brand-spanking-new day job, I got a call from a radio station. I had won a Jimmy Dean breakfast for my office. Huh. I had no recollection of entering any such contest (I have a teensy radio contest problem that I habitually refer to as a "hobby"), but I like a greasy breakfast as much as the next American, so I was amenable. Just one minor issue: I didn't HAVE an office. Still, I'm not the kind of girl to let an obstacle like that get in my way.
I'm an occasional member of the Abbey crew, so I asked Monk how he felt about sausage. Being the adventurous and generous guy that he is, he opened up the Abbey for the festivities. After clearing up the initial details, Monk's first question was, "Do they know what we do?" Right. I am 100% behind protecting the innocent bystanders from the trauma of prolonged exposure to kink.
My next task was to tell the radio promotions girl exactly where I was asking them to spend their morning. Her reaction? Lots of giggling and excessive excitement. She passed along the info to Jimmy's marketing company, who also didn't have a problem with it. We were on!
Invitations were sent out to friends and to Twisted Monk neighbors. The day arrived to find Monk, Tambo, Nerdy, Griffin and me bundled up (It's COLD in the Abbey), waiting for the cook and the promotions girl.
The cook, a professional psychic who's been giving readings for 23 years, came with sausage, eggs, toast, business cards, and a recommendation for me to start a holistic aromatherapy business. I know she's the psychic and all, but I'm going to have to take a pass.
Following on the heels of our psychic chef was the promotions girl, brimming with excitement. After greeting me with an enthusiastic hug, she let me know she's been telling people all week where she was going. She wondered if she would be "hung from the ceiling or something." I laughed and said she certainly might be if she was willing. Naturally, I wanted to help her out, so I announced her desire to the room at large.
A suggestion in the right ears at the right time can work wonders. After breakfast, a giddy girl went up on the winch to her delight and that of the onlookers. It's so much fun to watch a first-timer! There's really nothing quite like the anticipation and thrill of that first time up in the air.
I can't imagine a better way to start a day.
I'm an occasional member of the Abbey crew, so I asked Monk how he felt about sausage. Being the adventurous and generous guy that he is, he opened up the Abbey for the festivities. After clearing up the initial details, Monk's first question was, "Do they know what we do?" Right. I am 100% behind protecting the innocent bystanders from the trauma of prolonged exposure to kink.
My next task was to tell the radio promotions girl exactly where I was asking them to spend their morning. Her reaction? Lots of giggling and excessive excitement. She passed along the info to Jimmy's marketing company, who also didn't have a problem with it. We were on!
Invitations were sent out to friends and to Twisted Monk neighbors. The day arrived to find Monk, Tambo, Nerdy, Griffin and me bundled up (It's COLD in the Abbey), waiting for the cook and the promotions girl.
The cook, a professional psychic who's been giving readings for 23 years, came with sausage, eggs, toast, business cards, and a recommendation for me to start a holistic aromatherapy business. I know she's the psychic and all, but I'm going to have to take a pass.
Following on the heels of our psychic chef was the promotions girl, brimming with excitement. After greeting me with an enthusiastic hug, she let me know she's been telling people all week where she was going. She wondered if she would be "hung from the ceiling or something." I laughed and said she certainly might be if she was willing. Naturally, I wanted to help her out, so I announced her desire to the room at large.
A suggestion in the right ears at the right time can work wonders. After breakfast, a giddy girl went up on the winch to her delight and that of the onlookers. It's so much fun to watch a first-timer! There's really nothing quite like the anticipation and thrill of that first time up in the air.
I can't imagine a better way to start a day.
Monday, December 19, 2005
It's been so long since I've posted, one could almost assume I expired or moved to a desolate locale with no internet access. Not so, thankfully. Instead, I buried myself single-mindedly into the job hunt for many long weeks. When I wasn't reading job descriptions, writing cover letters, or sending resumes - I was fretting. I'm not a fretter by nature, so I found this extremely tiring. So tiring, my social life faltered.
I still kept minimally involved with my crowd of kinky friends, because I just miss them too much if I don't see them on a semi-regular basis. But I wasn't playing, and was more quiet than normal. As friends from LJ know, I've accepted a job offer and am officially done with the search. Normal life shall now resume!
So what did Griffin and I do to celebrate? We watched bad porn. I'm in the camp that believes there's really no other kind, but this was particularly bad. (As an aside: Griffin recently acquired "Pirates". I was convinced it would be awful, but he had to get it on principal. It turned out better than expected, except we both agreed it wasn't dirty enough. How can there not be anal sex in a pirate flick? And the pirates were wimpy. Shouldn't there be some hair pulling, some throwing girls on the deck and smacking them around? How disappointing.) In the spirit of watching something more to our tastes, he presented "Robinson Crusoe on Sin Island", which looked more promising. Sure enough, there was slightly kinkier sex.But the girls spent as much time attempting to make sexy faces at the camera as they did actually having sex. That was just one of the annoying details that inspired a near constant stream of mockery. Upon realizing it just wasn't going to get better, we moved on to a DVD that a friend gave me:
"Skye and Summer's Bondage Party!"
The title makes me think of fresh-faced, pigtailed girls in pastel pajamas, squealing and giggling as they take turns tying eachother to bedposts. Not that I wanted that, but I was just as put off by Mistress Skye Blue, who sneered at her bottom and derided her for being pathetic. I personally don't enjoy playing like that. I must admit, however, after watching the whiny Summer for 10 minutes, I was sneering and Griffin was extolling the benefits of gags.
It probably goes without saying that the rope work at Skye and Summer's Bondage Party (!) was dreadful. We enjoyed verbally abusing the film, and then turned it off in favor of doing our own, rather lovely, bondage.
Who needs porn when there's a rope bag full of goodies at home?
I still kept minimally involved with my crowd of kinky friends, because I just miss them too much if I don't see them on a semi-regular basis. But I wasn't playing, and was more quiet than normal. As friends from LJ know, I've accepted a job offer and am officially done with the search. Normal life shall now resume!
So what did Griffin and I do to celebrate? We watched bad porn. I'm in the camp that believes there's really no other kind, but this was particularly bad. (As an aside: Griffin recently acquired "Pirates". I was convinced it would be awful, but he had to get it on principal. It turned out better than expected, except we both agreed it wasn't dirty enough. How can there not be anal sex in a pirate flick? And the pirates were wimpy. Shouldn't there be some hair pulling, some throwing girls on the deck and smacking them around? How disappointing.) In the spirit of watching something more to our tastes, he presented "Robinson Crusoe on Sin Island", which looked more promising. Sure enough, there was slightly kinkier sex.But the girls spent as much time attempting to make sexy faces at the camera as they did actually having sex. That was just one of the annoying details that inspired a near constant stream of mockery. Upon realizing it just wasn't going to get better, we moved on to a DVD that a friend gave me:
"Skye and Summer's Bondage Party!"
The title makes me think of fresh-faced, pigtailed girls in pastel pajamas, squealing and giggling as they take turns tying eachother to bedposts. Not that I wanted that, but I was just as put off by Mistress Skye Blue, who sneered at her bottom and derided her for being pathetic. I personally don't enjoy playing like that. I must admit, however, after watching the whiny Summer for 10 minutes, I was sneering and Griffin was extolling the benefits of gags.
It probably goes without saying that the rope work at Skye and Summer's Bondage Party (!) was dreadful. We enjoyed verbally abusing the film, and then turned it off in favor of doing our own, rather lovely, bondage.
Who needs porn when there's a rope bag full of goodies at home?
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Small problem
I grew up in a family where my 6' tall uncle was viewed as a giant. (It took years for everyone to master the art of getting his entire head in a family photo.) Most of us are well below average height and some of my relatives are positively miniature. I've never been bothered by this. I'm certain I've heard every short joke in the book, but none of them affect me. I generally laugh and agree.
Yesterday was the first time I can remember being truly piqued about my height. I went by Rose's studio to try on a catsuit for her upcoming fashion show, and wouldn't you know it? The small was too long for my short lil legs. Boo. I clearly need to have one custom made, and soon.
On the bright side, the rest of yesterday was great. I won a trip to San Francisco, had a nap date with Lee, poked around the Elliott Bay Bookstore, and spent the night with Griffin. I'll have to bask in the glow of all that while I go deal with my cranky Kidlet.
Yesterday was the first time I can remember being truly piqued about my height. I went by Rose's studio to try on a catsuit for her upcoming fashion show, and wouldn't you know it? The small was too long for my short lil legs. Boo. I clearly need to have one custom made, and soon.
On the bright side, the rest of yesterday was great. I won a trip to San Francisco, had a nap date with Lee, poked around the Elliott Bay Bookstore, and spent the night with Griffin. I'll have to bask in the glow of all that while I go deal with my cranky Kidlet.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
It's been an age since I posted and I'm way overdue. I haven't been on the computer hardly a'tall this summer, so my blog went by the wayside. Ah well. Fall is fast approaching (yay!) and my schedule will be back to normal.
My time has mainly been consumed by kids and by GenCon. For those of you who don't know, GenCon is a gaming convention. To be precise, it is THE gaming convention for those who enjoy such things. I am not one of those people. Oh sure, I enjoy sitting down for a board game or the occasional card game, but this convention was teeming with (mainly) boys who are serious gamers in the genres of cards, miniatures, and/or role playing. I had only the vaguest idea what role playing was about until recently. Griffin is designing an RPG which I playtested with a group at the Abbey, and then 3 more times at GenCon. I have no intention of joining a group and doing this type of gaming on a regular basis, but I have to admit that his game was fun.
The convention itself was an interesting experience. I had been forewarned about the attendees, but found they weren't as bad as I'd been led to believe. The similarities of a gaming convention to a kink convention were amusing:
~ There were many folks dressed up in outlandish costumes.
~ Attendees passionate about their hobbies played all day and into the wee hours of the morn.
~ I was occasionally approached by socially awkward boys. The difference between a kink convention and a gaming convention being that none of the boys at the latter asked permission to grab my ass.
Overall, it was an entertaining trip. It was a different sort of entertainment than a kink convention, but well worth my time to be out there supporting Griffin in his endeavors.
In spite of being crazy busy with other things, I have had a bit of time to get out and play with my kinky lovers and friends. I've enjoyed a couple of fun bondage parties, semi-regular dates with Lee, and much time spent with Griffin. We had an unexpected Kidlet-free evening last night and made good use of our time:
Next weekend will be packed with kinky events. I'll keep you posted. Eventually.
My time has mainly been consumed by kids and by GenCon. For those of you who don't know, GenCon is a gaming convention. To be precise, it is THE gaming convention for those who enjoy such things. I am not one of those people. Oh sure, I enjoy sitting down for a board game or the occasional card game, but this convention was teeming with (mainly) boys who are serious gamers in the genres of cards, miniatures, and/or role playing. I had only the vaguest idea what role playing was about until recently. Griffin is designing an RPG which I playtested with a group at the Abbey, and then 3 more times at GenCon. I have no intention of joining a group and doing this type of gaming on a regular basis, but I have to admit that his game was fun.
The convention itself was an interesting experience. I had been forewarned about the attendees, but found they weren't as bad as I'd been led to believe. The similarities of a gaming convention to a kink convention were amusing:
~ There were many folks dressed up in outlandish costumes.
~ Attendees passionate about their hobbies played all day and into the wee hours of the morn.
~ I was occasionally approached by socially awkward boys. The difference between a kink convention and a gaming convention being that none of the boys at the latter asked permission to grab my ass.
Overall, it was an entertaining trip. It was a different sort of entertainment than a kink convention, but well worth my time to be out there supporting Griffin in his endeavors.
In spite of being crazy busy with other things, I have had a bit of time to get out and play with my kinky lovers and friends. I've enjoyed a couple of fun bondage parties, semi-regular dates with Lee, and much time spent with Griffin. We had an unexpected Kidlet-free evening last night and made good use of our time:
Next weekend will be packed with kinky events. I'll keep you posted. Eventually.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
If it seems as though I've fallen out of the kinky world, it's because I'm just teetering on the edge of it. It's summer. And summer means lots of quality time with Kidlet. As is my wont, I've also taken my niece and nephew for separate week-long visits, and Kidlet's half-sister will be coming for a week in August. It puts a crimp in my social life, but I enjoy it all the same. After all, the kinky crowd and the parties will still be there after the summer.
Although it's been fun to immerse myself in kid-related activities, I miss my friends. I did get to visit with a large contingency of them at a dinner for Griffin's birthday, which was nice. However, since that's not the frequency with which I'm accustomed to seeing them, I find myself really looking forward to August's Bondage is the Point party at the Wetspot. The July party fell on Griffin's birthday and we had other plans, so it's been an inordinately long time since I've been suspended.
In other kinky news, I'll soon have a bag full of new Twisted Monk rope and I can't wait to start practicing my knots. Sadly, neither Griffin nor Lee are keen on letting me tie them up. Silly boys. Fortunately, I had a very cute girl volunteer and I suspect that will be even more fun than tying up a reluctant, toppy boy.
All that will have to wait. For now, it's noon, so I'm going to make those 12 and 15-year-old girls wake up and entertain me.
Although it's been fun to immerse myself in kid-related activities, I miss my friends. I did get to visit with a large contingency of them at a dinner for Griffin's birthday, which was nice. However, since that's not the frequency with which I'm accustomed to seeing them, I find myself really looking forward to August's Bondage is the Point party at the Wetspot. The July party fell on Griffin's birthday and we had other plans, so it's been an inordinately long time since I've been suspended.
In other kinky news, I'll soon have a bag full of new Twisted Monk rope and I can't wait to start practicing my knots. Sadly, neither Griffin nor Lee are keen on letting me tie them up. Silly boys. Fortunately, I had a very cute girl volunteer and I suspect that will be even more fun than tying up a reluctant, toppy boy.
All that will have to wait. For now, it's noon, so I'm going to make those 12 and 15-year-old girls wake up and entertain me.
Friday, July 01, 2005
I'm sad to say I don't have an exciting report about what was supposed to be a weekend of debauchery. I had big plans, but I was laid low by a nasty virus and wasn't up to serious play. Not that I didn't indulge myself with Griffin, but I spent most of my time curled up on his couch with a book. And that's fine. It was cozy and sweet.
Most of my week has been about daytime office labor and evening sleepover fun at Griffin's. But I had a few outings and did a couple of new things.
I was interviewed via telephone by Gray of Rope Weekly in regard to Griffin, who was interviewed at Shibaricon. That got cut short by the ending of the conference, so Gray wanted to talk to some folk near and dear to my sweetie for an "All about Griffin!" podcast. It was an interesting experience, and I enjoy talking to Gray, who is a wonderful and charming boy. He'll be in Seattle in August and I'm quite looking forward to seeing him again.
The chat with Gray led to a drink with his lovely friend, Nimue, who is a brand-newbie to Seattle. I met her at my favorite bar and spent a couple of hours breaking one of my last, tenuous links with my vanilla world. You see, I've been going to the ZigZag for much longer than I've been involved in the BDSM community and, while snippets of my activities have been shared with pals who frequent the bar, not a one of them have a clue just how depraved I am.
It all started out innocently, but then Nimue discovered that the Zag stocks the unusual liquor, Strega. Upon expressing her delight and surprise, she was given a shot-size sample of it. She told me her previous experience with Strega has been to drink it from someone else's lips and when she asked, "do you mind?", I naturally said I did not. She took a sip, put her lips on mine, and the smooth liquid flowed into my mouth. Whew. I'm getting warm just thinking about it. Shortly after that, Lee, the other boy in my life, showed up for our date night. We all had a drink together, engaging in scandalous conversation, and then we meandered out, Lee with his arm around me.
I suspect that the full-fetish, rope slut "costume" I wore on Halloween is looking less like a costume and more like a lifestyle statement. to the Zig Zag staff and regulars. I find I don't mind much. I used to be very concerned about vanilla friends and acquaintainces learning about my kinky life, but I'm fully immersed in the Seattle BDSM community and have made so many wonderful connections, that I can't bring myself to be bothered. What a good feeling that is.
Most of my week has been about daytime office labor and evening sleepover fun at Griffin's. But I had a few outings and did a couple of new things.
I was interviewed via telephone by Gray of Rope Weekly in regard to Griffin, who was interviewed at Shibaricon. That got cut short by the ending of the conference, so Gray wanted to talk to some folk near and dear to my sweetie for an "All about Griffin!" podcast. It was an interesting experience, and I enjoy talking to Gray, who is a wonderful and charming boy. He'll be in Seattle in August and I'm quite looking forward to seeing him again.
The chat with Gray led to a drink with his lovely friend, Nimue, who is a brand-newbie to Seattle. I met her at my favorite bar and spent a couple of hours breaking one of my last, tenuous links with my vanilla world. You see, I've been going to the ZigZag for much longer than I've been involved in the BDSM community and, while snippets of my activities have been shared with pals who frequent the bar, not a one of them have a clue just how depraved I am.
It all started out innocently, but then Nimue discovered that the Zag stocks the unusual liquor, Strega. Upon expressing her delight and surprise, she was given a shot-size sample of it. She told me her previous experience with Strega has been to drink it from someone else's lips and when she asked, "do you mind?", I naturally said I did not. She took a sip, put her lips on mine, and the smooth liquid flowed into my mouth. Whew. I'm getting warm just thinking about it. Shortly after that, Lee, the other boy in my life, showed up for our date night. We all had a drink together, engaging in scandalous conversation, and then we meandered out, Lee with his arm around me.
I suspect that the full-fetish, rope slut "costume" I wore on Halloween is looking less like a costume and more like a lifestyle statement. to the Zig Zag staff and regulars. I find I don't mind much. I used to be very concerned about vanilla friends and acquaintainces learning about my kinky life, but I'm fully immersed in the Seattle BDSM community and have made so many wonderful connections, that I can't bring myself to be bothered. What a good feeling that is.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Catching up
I've been keeping myself quite busy and entertained lately and have not gone near the computer at all other than to check e-mail and read others' blogs. It's high time I started writing in my own again. My friend, Malixe, informed me at a party last weekend that I hadn't posted since 5/24. And while I agree with him that we do journals for our own pleasure and not out of obligation, it inspired me to sit down and do an update.
Though it's old news, I went to Shibaricon and worked my tail off at the Twisted Monk table over Memorial Day weekend. I had it in my head that Griffin and I would be able to trade shifts with Monk and Tambo so that we could all hit some workshops. Not a chance. When we weren't mobbed by eager buyers, we were cutting and whipping rope. I was slightly disappointed to have missed a few of the workshops, but the benefits of working at the table were such that I really couldn't complain. I got to know a couple of the other vendors who were just as fun and silly as our group, and I had the opportunity to meet many other cool folks, most of whom I expect to see in Seattle or around the country for various other events.
Speaking of other events, I really think a rope conference in Seattle would be a great success. After all, we have so many talented riggers and rope bottoms here. And who wouldn't want to take some workshops and improve their skills. As a matter of fact, I think it's such a great idea that I have it in mind to see if I can get the wheels turning on that. Hmm...
Aside from mentally planning a rope conference and making lists of potential volunteers, I've been busily searching for a day job. While I've greatly enjoyed all the free time, it seems to be time to get a paycheck and benefits again. Ugh. Ah well. I'll use the extra money to improve my fetish wardrobe. I'm keen to get a catsuit from Rose, and a corset from The Other Woman.
Since job hunting can be tedious, I've amused myself in between times. Griffin and I continue to wear eachother out whenever possible. I showed up at Miss Candy's party last Saturday covered in bruises. I had a gigantic one on my arm that several people delighted in poking at. Not surprising, with my friends. Ahh, kinky friends are really my favorite kind.
I have most of the weekend off, as Kidlet is heading out of town to visit the other side of her family. Griffin and I will be engaging in all sorts of debauchery. Hurrah!
I'll be filling in for Galahad at his workplace again next week, so I'll have plenty of free time to type away at the computer. Meaning: I'll be posting again soon. No, really!
Though it's old news, I went to Shibaricon and worked my tail off at the Twisted Monk table over Memorial Day weekend. I had it in my head that Griffin and I would be able to trade shifts with Monk and Tambo so that we could all hit some workshops. Not a chance. When we weren't mobbed by eager buyers, we were cutting and whipping rope. I was slightly disappointed to have missed a few of the workshops, but the benefits of working at the table were such that I really couldn't complain. I got to know a couple of the other vendors who were just as fun and silly as our group, and I had the opportunity to meet many other cool folks, most of whom I expect to see in Seattle or around the country for various other events.
Speaking of other events, I really think a rope conference in Seattle would be a great success. After all, we have so many talented riggers and rope bottoms here. And who wouldn't want to take some workshops and improve their skills. As a matter of fact, I think it's such a great idea that I have it in mind to see if I can get the wheels turning on that. Hmm...
Aside from mentally planning a rope conference and making lists of potential volunteers, I've been busily searching for a day job. While I've greatly enjoyed all the free time, it seems to be time to get a paycheck and benefits again. Ugh. Ah well. I'll use the extra money to improve my fetish wardrobe. I'm keen to get a catsuit from Rose, and a corset from The Other Woman.
Since job hunting can be tedious, I've amused myself in between times. Griffin and I continue to wear eachother out whenever possible. I showed up at Miss Candy's party last Saturday covered in bruises. I had a gigantic one on my arm that several people delighted in poking at. Not surprising, with my friends. Ahh, kinky friends are really my favorite kind.
I have most of the weekend off, as Kidlet is heading out of town to visit the other side of her family. Griffin and I will be engaging in all sorts of debauchery. Hurrah!
I'll be filling in for Galahad at his workplace again next week, so I'll have plenty of free time to type away at the computer. Meaning: I'll be posting again soon. No, really!
