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!