26 days.

I just finished a very long case, with a very small patient. It's late. I'm tired. It would be reasonable to be grumpy. But I'm not. Why? I just keep thinking 26 days.

26 days and counting.
26 days until fellowship is done. No hobbits, elves or dwarves in this fellowship.
(Well.... OK, technically some dwarves were encountered & treated, but they were not part of the main cast of characters.)
26 days until I can say, at least for a time, I can do whatever the hell I want with my day.

Someone commented to me that I seemed much happier now than I had been in the past year. No surprise.
With everything finally getting settled at home (not for the better, but at least settled)....
Being so close to finishing....
Looking forward to moving to Seattle...

Have another case? Have things for me to do? Some inane task that is useless for me to do?

I'd be happy to.

26 days.

Oh, the pain.....

So there's this nice guy who also happens to be sponsoring all my coworkers for a charity walk/run. It's a fund raiser in memory of a kid who died, and it goes to a scholarship fund. What a great thing.

Now, last year, about 15 people were sponsored by this very nice guy. Apparently, 1 person showed up for the run . In my defense, I was on call. OK, I wouldn't have gone anyway. Running is soooooo not my thing. Unless I'm being chased.

Anyway, new year, 15 new people. Well, 14 plus me recycled in a second fellowship. 15 people sponsored for this walk/run. How many are going to show up? Well, I've sort of made it my mission to make damn sure there's at least one. Me.

What was I thinking?

The first day I ran, my fine submissive told me to stretch, to reduce the burning the next day. Great, I had a;ready done that. Two hours after my run, I was walking funny and my thighs were already burning. Oh, the pain!!!!!

Perhaps I exaggerate a bit......

But I carried on. I've run several times now. I've worked through the chest pain, the leg pain, the blisters, the burning throat, the tequila, the..... never mind.

It's really only about 3 miles. But it's been over 10 years since I ran more than a few minutes. This is gonna suck....

But there will be someone from my group running for that kid, and for the very nice guy.

Choices, Choices...

So I finally made it down to Choice. For those lacking enough curiosity to follow the link, Choice Nightclubs is a swingers club. They also have a dungeon in the club, and some nights, it's a BDSM oriented club (Paraphilia). I joined both at the same time.

So am I a swinger? A man whore? A slut? A polyamorist? A bastard? Sure.

Show me your source for value judgements on my life, and I'll show you my contempt for your obvious lack of insight into norms, ethics and the origins of our species and culture.

But I digress.

I went to the club with my dear J, and friends J and M. We were the only four in the dungeon space and we had a fair number of spectators. One of them commented on the scene and the bag I had brought. 'Wow, you guys were intense.", "Brought your full set of gear?!" No.... not a full set of gear. A small gym bag was what I brought. A favored flogger, a handful of ropes, a hood and some shiny things.

But it was enough. The spanking bench..... starting with the hand. Making that connection, feeling the warmth rising, seeing the fleshtones change. Then changing textures and ridgidity. Watching the breathing, the flexing of muscles, hearing the changes.

Several times that night, I looked in her eyes, and saw exhaustion. And she rallied each time. After the spanking bench, the wall. The chair. The floor. I know her limits, and I was skirting along them for a long evening.

I truly was impressed by her. I can only hope to be able to keep pushing her like that. It was a beautiful thing to see.

Visual DNA

Wandering the blogosphere, I came upon Visual DNA. Hmm.. what a way to know more about me.

I like it. Words seem to fail so often.

Kind of like figuring what I'm like by what I do. or who I hang (suspend?) with.

Read my VisualDNA™
Get your own VisualDNA™

Strength inspires the High Priestess?

I was perusing blogs and came across Midori's. Besides woes of dental misfortunes, (hope all is better quickly...) she had a Tarot card on her site. She, as it turns out, came up as Courage.

I'm always fascinated by these tests & things. The fortune tellers, psychics and mystics use a well known technique for what they do. Part of it counts on you seeing what you want to believe, and thinking the most of yourself. C'mon, you can't all be as good as I am, after all. Right? If you think they have some merit, feel free to seek true enlightenment here. But I'm on a tangent.

Being a skeptic of these things, I of course jumped right in and completed it.

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Hey, who am I to argue with the arcane knowledge?

And now for something completely different......

This past weekend, Janna and I went to a class at The Society, in Hartford. It was our first time there, and we were part of a field trip with the Massachusetts Bondage Club. OK, we were the only ones who made it from the club, but that's a different story.

Anyway...... they have a great set-up, with a nice lounge and dungeon for peoples' various needs. Now, I'm thinking I may have to join, just to get a chance to learn & play with some of their toys. Spanking benches, crosses, so much fun.

The class itself was taught by Suzanne SxySadist, and covered torture ties and bondage. Some interesting things in that class. The shibari I've been learning has it's limits, particularly with a small, flexible, determined SAM. Torture ties are not shibari. Closer to Hojo-Jitsu in nature. They tend to be tighter, and with smaller ropes. They can at times tighten with struggling.

This of course makes for more potential for injury. But a more enjoyable binding too.