Oh deary me… how much punishment can I dish out to my botty? I rode to Windsor today with nf. We started at about 8am-ish, rode through North Sydney until the wet weather turns us back to Petersham for warm clothes. Then back on the road to the Parklea markets… but we missed a turn [...]
Archive for May, 2008
Sore bottom!
Posted in Motorcycle on May 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Moral Panic
Posted in Fun, Health on May 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Am I too snotty to go out to Moral Panic tonight?????
Blah
Posted in Me on May 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I just don’t feel like telling you about how I feel right now.
Protected: The Beach
Posted in Me on May 16, 2008 | Enter your password to view comments
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I feel sick…
Posted in Sex on May 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
… in the belly. Everyone asks “do you think you’re pregnant?”.
Yeah, sure. Its pregnancy. \/\/ateva. Is this the only way that the world can come to terms with me being a sexual adult?
I recently had a party and my sister got a bit drunk and started offering to give people pap smears with the ice [...]
Trust
Posted in Body, Body Pain, Fear, Love, Me, Pain, Poly, Sensation Play on May 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I need a lover who will be with me when I need to be gentled. And who will meet my passions like a train smashing a suicidal virgin on the tracks.
Its terribly freudian to hark back to one’s childhood to explain one quirks. However, I have this image which haunts me lately. My sister and [...]
Psych Says…
Posted in Me, Mental Health on May 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The psych said:
I seem calmer, more relaxed and happy
Like I’m in a more adult relationship – something capable of equity, egality, exchange and balance
She likes my tattoo, and the painting which I showed her
I didn’t tell her about the secret squirrel stuff yet though. Shhhhhhh!
I’m a bit weirded out by the idea of being in [...]
Am I ok?
Posted in Jealousy on May 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
When I get jealous, what I am really asking is “am I ok?”, and sometimes “tell me I’m ok with you”. But man, I am ok. I decide that I’m ok, every minute of every day.
Fear of the yoke
Posted in Advice, Love, Me, Mental Health on May 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Arrrrrgh! Now after all that time – 3 weeks of excitement and flirting and loving and being radiantly floating, I’m down to earth and seriously afraid of the yoke again. Or maybe I’m just bored and look around, and its the only thing in the corner of my room.
Solution: I need to get out more.