The Gods Must Be Crazy

I have been working my ass off, so thank the Goddess I have plenty of it. I haven’t done much on the web. My “blog” quite, contributing to kinky sex links. I’ve only had time to post a response to DL King’s post. Email? Not answered, if folks who have my number call me I might have time for a quick chat. I knew there was a problem or something awry when I said to someone, “I’ve set aside time Sunday evening to return phone calls and answer emails.” I need more then a house boy I need a secretary.

One friend of mine left a message on my phone, threatening to come over to my place and kick my ass, if I didn’t call him back. I still haven’t returned his call. And I’m still waiting for that ass whipping. This evening I wanted to go to TES to meet the newly elected candidates and maybe get involved with some of the groups, since all positions are open. But my body was telling me to go home get some rest. If I had gone I might have become a chair person which would have added to my already full plate right now. I hate committing to something and not being able to follow through. Those damn work ethic.

 

It wouldn’t be too bad if I had a car, or at the very least someone to drive me around, but I don’t. So, my unlimited metro card and the MTA have been best friends. I’ll drag in make a turkey and cheese sandwich; hit the shower and the bed to sleep, perchance to dream. This in itself is difficult since I suffer form insomnia. Oh yeah, the life of a femdomme is wonderful.

 

I do think I have a health balance though. I committed to the ONYX PEARLS NE, I make it a point to support the dominant women’s submissive men’s group at TES. This month Lady M will be demystifying the single tail, which I think get a bad rap. I may bring mine, if I remember. And trampling will be happening at the end of the month as well. Got to go for that, nothing like stepping all over a guy, or gal. I’ve mentioned that I want to volunteer for New York Leather Weekend, got to send an email out about that. I’m a representative for my union local, and last but certainly not lest I have my spiritual commitments which keep me busy. I’m also looking for another job. Which as anyone whose looking knows is a full time job in itself. So I’m a bit tiered and impressed that I could find the energy to even write this.

Oh, and I almost forgot, I’m working on starting a blog about food and art.

 

But hey, Sunday’s coming and I’ve set some time aside.

 

The God’s must be crazy? Or my Aquarian is showing, maybe both?  

Until next time Perverts-Keep an health balance

A three hour tour

Oh, joy! I got and invite to hang out with a friend who thought it would be good to meet some people who are like me. Whatever they thought that was. So I took the chance and went. Which meant that I had to put on my Gilligan hat, and go on a three hour tour. I live a spit throw away from Yonkers I had to travel through most of the Bronx, all of Manhattan all the way to Brooklyn. Brooklyn of all places. Thank the Goddess for my psp I listen to music all the way there. The real ordeal began trying to find the place. A few questions later I made it.

I was introduced to the hostess and host and immediately knew what he meant by people like me. There were snippets in some of the conversation about being chained to this or that, a look here, a glass being held for far to long while the lady went on and on in conversation. Yeah, the conversation was stimulating, the food was tasty and the cocktails were flowing. I made a point not to get to tipsy, since I didn’t have the home field advantage.

Then it got interesting, since I have a habit of letting people know what I need. As my daddy says a closed mouth don’t get feed, when asked what I did for a living as usual people think it’s an easy gig. Which it is not, like everything work can be stressful at times. So the topic of tai chi came up. A young woman said she did yoga. She made a point to tell me how flexible she is and all the amazing things her body can do.

Me being me I couldn’t resist.

Me: “can you pull a rabbit out of a somewhere?”
Her: “no, and you being a woman, should know that I only would be able to pull a pussy out of somewhere.”

She puckered her lips when she said the word “pussy,” which made me smile and I began to see the game.

Me: “and how would I know that?” which made her smile.

She’s not the type of woman I’m attracted to, (although there was a very nice piece of man meat I had my eye on) so I made a bee line across the room after excusing myself. The moment I did I knew I made a mistake. A few minutes later she came over, yep she thought I was playing hard to get. So I laid it all out for her. I just ended something that I put a lot of time and energy into and although flirting was a really nice distraction, which meant that I was at least still attractive enough to be hit on.
I wasn’t interested in something that might not go anywhere.

She understood, but didn’t leave. We talked some more about “yoga” which we both knew was code for something else, but it was cool. I got her another drink and some more to nibble on. As I was leaving since I had the trek from hell to look forward to, she came over to the door and whispered to me that I was so nice, not what she expected. I whispered back I could be naughty as well and not what she expected.