Saturday, February 26, 2011

An Update

It's been a while since I seriously blogged, so I thought I'd take the time to fill you in on what's been going on.

Saturday, February 12th, my back went to hell in a handbasket. After 20 months of dealing with these damn herniated discs they decided to attack me with a vengeance at 2:00 in the morning while working down in Savannah. After three hours of torment I was finally able to drive myself to the emergency room. A few phone calls to find a replacement for the rest of my work that weekend and I managed to drive myself home. Since that day I've spent exactly 2 solid weeks flat on my back sucking down big drugs awaiting an epidural filled with sweet juice to bring me back to reality. The 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. spasms every single night have been especially fun.

Somehow in the midst of all this I managed to actually travel to the doctor's office for the initial evaluation, and thanks be to modern pharmaceuticals I was able to teach a class on rope bondage this past Wednesday evening for over forty people. When you add a good dose of public speaking adrenalin to several doses of Vicodin and Ibuprofen it's amazing what you can fake your way through!

I know I'm my own worst critic. But I babbled for the first 10 minutes wondering if the drugs would click in, or if maybe the drugs HAD started working and that's why I was babbling. But I sometimes do smart things: Like handing out 15 pieces of rope to the "students" and letting them tie up a neighbor using some of my examples. They had a blast, and that feedback really made the hour fly by.

The one-on-one conversations I had were really inspiring. The class attracts a few heterosexuals as well as tons of gay men. The two heterosexual couples were especially nice, friendly, and super enthusiastic.

I was talking with SirHugo, a straight top, and his enthusiasm for rope bondage was overwhelming. He used to be a pure sadist but has grown very fond of bondage as well. I talked about taking two hours to tie someone up in an elaborate harness. His response was a little shock, "I'm not sure I'd like that." He looked over his shoulder at his female sub. "How 'bout you? Two hours of rope bondage? That interest you?" Her eyes rolled back in her head, she was out of breath almost instantaneously, and said, "Oh my god, yes."

LOL. So now I'm anxious to teach again. I really had forgotten what a natural high it is. And I was reminded dozens of times over the evening how important this education is. Hands-on, careful, educated, thoughtful, caring, safe instruction is critical to bringing along the whole new batch of pervs in this world! LONG LIVE PERVS!

Sex makes me happy. BDSM sex makes me very happy. Knowing others are practicing hot and heavy and safe BDSM sex makes me happy.

Lots of Vicodin makes me happy. Ooops. (BTW! Since I've gotten the epidural I haven't had to gobble drugs. It is SO nice to have a clear head again.)

Y'all take care. And thanks for the good thoughts throughout this. I'm almost ready to head back to the dungeon!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

For bootbrush, the World's 2nd Best Pup.

Sorry for the 2nd place status, but given I have this incredible pup here in Atlanta, what can I say?

Posting one of my favorite songs for you, mostly because my jealousy of your upcoming trip to Amsterdam has turned me bright shades of green.

There are two incredible places in this world that I would gladly sacrifice a nut to be able to live there: San Francisco and Amsterdam. My soul belongs in one or the other, and when I win the lottery, both.

For the rest of you: If you haven't read bootbrush's blog, SHAME ON YOU! Look to the right, click on the link and start reading! Nobody I know has given so much insight into our world, and besides, he's a hot little fucker in and out of rubber!

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Can you say, "FURIOUS"???

Hubby received an e-mail from with the following subject line: Vote for the Hottest Guy of the It Gets Better series. I almost went ballistic.

See for the article. (Thankfully I'm not alone in raking over the coals for this bullshit.)

Now, a little background first. I wrenched my back a week ago, reinjuring my two herniated discs, and have been pretty much sofa-bound since last Saturday when I somehow managed to drive home in a delirious state from Savannah. Between the pain-killers and muscle-relaxants I've been pretty much a lump of general pain. But this ridiculous promo snapped me out of the self-induced coma pretty quickly.

"What the FUCK! That is just WRONG." My screaming certainly put hubby on alert.

Author Joe Thompson offers some lame excuses about trying to return our focus to the real point of IGB, like people making jokes at parties about the project (Jesus H!, what kind of parties is he going to???? and why does he not smack these people and call them on the carpet for such stupid remarks???), and he thinks that voting for the hottest man is going to do this? How about asking us to view some of the over-looked videos? How about taking to task people who have turned this into self-promotion? Nope. Let's VOTE for the hottest man to make a video. Is he fucking insane?

THIS! This is exactly what makes me sick about the gay community: shallow, always sexual, vapid, narcissistic bullshit. Really nice message for the fat kid from Iowa. (um, that would be me 35 years ago). "Only the hot ones should avoid suicide. You fat kids? Go ahead and do it." "Oh, and lesbians? Puleazzze!"

IGB was one of the few really positive projects I've seen in a long time with a very specific goal to help young people struggling with their sexuality. I can attest, It DOES get better. Even fat kids from Iowa can have fulfilling lives, where dreams come true, where you have passionate sex, where you learn to love yourself and others. And you don't have to be "hot" to do it.

And to anybody who even thought for a minute that making a little video for the IGB project was a way to project their "hotness?" Shame on you. But you know what? I don't think these guys were thinking that. Like me, they were generally sickened that a young man or woman would commit suicide because of their sexuality. And they hoped to stop the next young person from taking that step.

Rant over. I feel better.