There's a story about Robert the Bruce, the Scottish king, and a spider, from 1306. According to the legend, he had been beaten in battle repeatedly and finally took refuge in a cave, near despair. While he was in the cave, he noticed a spider struggling to spin a web on the side of the … Continue reading Resistance

Who knew that there were so many people in the US that were ok with women dying for lack of reproductive healthcare? Who knew that there were so many people who didn't care about immigrants or trans people or gay and lesbians folks? I didn't know. Not really. Now I do. With the illusion gone, … Continue reading Who Knew?

I'm pretty sure that many of my readers are old enough to remember the Bee Gee's classic from the days of disco. "Staying Alive" is staying alive in my head, playing over and over today... Because I'm doing that - staying alive. If you don't remember it - or want a refresher - here it … Continue reading Staying Alive & Book Update

A weekend away with MP was very nice - we went to a music festival. The music was excellent, the weather was good, food trucks were plentiful - in many ways, it was a pleasant day. This was our first time away from home since he's been in the wheelchair. With firsts, comes lots of … Continue reading A Little Lost

As it turned out, my new fetlife friend was not as big a jerk as he first seemed. Earlier, when we had chatted on Fet, he had said that he thought we were compatible. After his anti-seductive message that I shared on the blog yesterday, I messaged him back: I hate to say this, but … Continue reading But as It Turned Out

I have another part of A Kinky Retreat about half done... but I've been distracted by a post I saw on my (very vanilla) facebook feed. Drew Tupper, a coach who works with couples, wrote it. When I read his posts, I sometimes bristle, on the verge of being offended, but then he shifts the … Continue reading An Aside

I'm am just popping in to say that the latest political developments here in the US are giving me hope for the future - for the first time in a while. In addition to that... My financial situation is better. Not great, but better. My health is good. Had a routine doctor's appointment Monday and … Continue reading Hope

I love to dance. I took dance classes from when I was 4 years old (ballet, tap, and acrobatics) til I was about 15, at which point I was too cool for anything except jazz or "modern dance.' Even though I was only 13 in 1969, my basic dance style is still based on the … Continue reading Dancing Alone

"Wait here," he says. That makes me smile - really, what else could I do? I am kneeling, hands secured behind my back, blindfolded. Yes, I'll be here when you come back. I let my body settle, rock back on my heels, knees spread, back straight. Noticing tension in my shoulders and letting it go. … Continue reading A Kinky Retreat

I was on my morning walk when it hit me. Here I am, 68 years old - 68, y'all, that's old - and I don't even have a kitchen of my own. The house has a kitchen, a nice big kitchen, and theoretically it's shared space with my daughter and the grands. But I don't … Continue reading Some Whine and a Wake-Up Call