Monday, December 27, 2010

let's talk dirty.

A while ago I promised I would write about bondage on a budget.
While I never stopped thinking abut it, I never produced anything. Maybe I've just been having boring sex recently? I haven't smacked the shit out of anyone in a long time. It makes me a little sad, and a little frustrated. I like slapping, and scratching, and biting, and struggling against someone. Its fun.
Have no fears queers, I'm sure I'll get my hands on a lover who lets me smack them as they fuck me soon.
Untill then, I will have to sit on my hands during sex. Not literally, because that wouldn't be the best postion, but figuritively.

Which leads me our first (quick) discussion of bondage on a budget!
Restraints.


We aren't all lucky enough to own a pair of handcuffs. I came across an antique pair in some snobby shop in Lynden, WA (the place with more churches per capita than anywhere) for cheap, but didn't want to give the satisfaction of purchasing anything to the lady who followed me around the entire time in the store.

Yeah, I don't look like money. Doesn't mean I'm going to steal.

Thats another story for another time though.


There are lots of things you can safely use to attach your lovers hands to the bed post, or support beam, or whatever else you have handy.


I personally prefer using discipline and self restraint to keep whoever is in my bed, on the couch, bent over the counter, to stay. It adds to the frustration/exictment of being stuck in this really interesting way for me. I just tell them not to touch me, to keep their hands here or there, and if they don't listen, I'll stop. I'll stop or I'll leave, or I'll hit them.

This generally works.


But sometimes it doesn't.

There are times when a person needs/wants to literally be restrained. These times call for more than sheer will power or dominance. These are the times were I turn to my handy collection of belts and ties. Ties are nice if they are silky, but they don't hold up very well against a lot of force. Belts on the other hand, specifically leather belts, can take a beating (as well as be used to deal out a beating!). I tend to figure 8 the wrists above a persons head, but there are tons of ways to use a belt. Get creative. Scarves can also be great alternatives, but i am going to warn you right now: duct tape is not your friend. It rips skin, its hard to use properly, and its not really all that fun. If someone isn't allergic, its alright over the mouth, but not to be used as a restraint. At least in my experience.


Always remember to leave at least room for two fingers between restraint and skin, while pressure is put against it. Keep scissors handy, or restraints less complicated, for emergency escapes and safety. Have a safe word, mine's 'Philadelphia' which is a longer word then most people are comfortable with, but its the first one that comes to mind. Don't let someone tie you up if you don't trust them, and always release your lovers if they request so (in a way that isn't intended to be denied).


Then there are times when its not just their arms you want to stop from wiggling. Sometimes, I want someone strapped to my bed. This I have to experiment more with, before I can give any sort of advice on the subject. I am open to suggestions though!


As always, play safe.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

December.



"i'm not getting anyone presents, because i fucking hate christmas. sorry,"

Can go fuck itself. I sincerely hate this month. Sincerely.
No but, seriously. Fuck december. Fuck christmas. Fuck new years eve. Fuck it not being 2011 yet.

Its hard to work with adorable excitable little kids and be a Scrooge. Their tiny faces glowing in anticipation of santa, or more importantly presents, makes most people all mushy and warm. Let's face it, I just get pissed. You know what? Santa isn't real. Jesus wasn't white. There are no christmas miracles. Frosty never came to life. You won't follow through with your resolutions. Presents are just trying to make up for not loving you enough. A new year isn't a new beginning. Your parents ate the cookies you left out. That tree could still be growing in the earth. Those plastics were made by profits-so-high-it-must-be-ethical slave labor. Snow is just frozen rain no one knows how to drive in.

I'm not really a bitter person. I promise I am usually sunshine and rainbows and sillyness, but this time of the year destroys me. It doesn't help that I'm supposed to reflect on the previous years pros and cons, or my growth. Looking back doesn't make looking forward better, it kind of makes everything worse.
Oh, and a not so hot breakup doesn't really help either.
Yes, I am a Scrooge. I am a mean spirited poor sport when it comes to this month.

But you know what? Its almost half way over, and I'm not dead yet. So, cheers I guess. Being alive is good. Well, being alive can really really suck, and not seem any better than the alternative sometimes, but... um. Well. I don't fancy the idea of anyone i know dying right now. I don't fancy the idea of me dying right now.
I would really really like it if everyone could at least survive until February. Selfish of me, I know, but if you are someone I love and there is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent your death, I'd rather it happen at a time when I could actually process it. When I wouldn't automatically be catapulted into pain overload, and run the risk of creating a dominio effect of your death, my death, other peoples possible deaths.

Like I said, winter is not a good time for me.
It is a time, however, to be very very very thankful for the little things that make me not dead.
Like cigarettes.
And friends.
And chocolate. And tea.
And sealie.
And sealies new friends who haven't been named yet. Besides hipster bear, as seen below.
And chocolate soy milk.
I used to be really sneaky about being sad. I was a great liar for a long time. Until one day my mom discovered a pattern of a need for chocolate soy milk and a slightly less active me. From this discovery on, whenever I went out to get chocolate soy milk, or was found drinking lots of chocolate soy milk, my mother was prompted to ask if I was 'okay'.
It was rather adorable.

Me: *drinking chocolate soy milk from carton*
Mom: "Holy crap! Is everything alright? Do you need anything? Do you want to talk?"
Me: *still drinking chocolate soy milk from carton*

the end!


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

advice from Paul Baribeau

name ten things you wanna do before you die and then go do them.

Trainhop,
Swing dance on a rooftop with candlelight
Buy a fixer-upper and fix it up.
Learn to repair old pianos.
Find the green dream machine.
Write a book.
Have a gang of friends that cook together on a regular basis.
Act in a play again.
Make wine..
Build a treehouse.

name ten places you really wanna be before you die and then go to them

The Czech Republic, again.
Italy,
Boston,
Mexico,
Alaska,
Denver,
That queer farm in Tennessee.
Halifax.
An undisclosed location, on an unplanned adventure.
Someones childhood home.

name ten books you wanna read before you die and then go read them

Everything is Illuminated
The Little Prince
Winnie the Pooh
A Clockwork Orange
The Secret Garden
Brave New World
1984
Learning to Love You More
Fraud
Morning Noon and Night

name ten songs you wanna hear again before you die, get all of your friends together and scream them

this one!
The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows, Brand New
Quinns cover of "Womanizer"
Coming along swimmingly, Council of Lions
The First Day of my Life, Bright Eyes
Delicate, Damien Rice
Voice On Tape, Jenny Owen Youngs
1 2 3 4, Feist
9 to 5, My Parade
Ghost, cloudbuster



The rest will come in small doses until the new year.
Mostly in the form or rambling memories.

Stay tuned?