It’s Sunday afternoon and oh my fucking god I have had so much trouble writing decent blog posts of late. Spring has set in and with that comes silly season and things are building up as far as wolfie coming out of her self imposed hibernation. Samhain has passed and with that new challenges and past issues pushed aside. The last month I’ve been visiting the dentist once a week and for the first time in a good three or so years I can smile without feeling self conscious. I’ve had two crowns done and one to go, my eye tooth had damage and it’s now cleaned up and fixed and I can grin like a twit and not be worried about someone seeing it. And she’s whitened my teeth in the start to me stopping smoking for good. An incentive of sorts. It’s a grotty habit and having this done and a routine in place for nightly whitening and spending money on my teeth has given me the push to really want to stop. I had to do it for me. One more week, a weekend away of debauchery and saying goodbye to the filthy habit I have hated for a long while. I have been battling it for a while now and it’s finally come to a point where I am more than ready.

I spent this morning baking neenish tarts with the little ones … nom nom nom. Molten is cooking a nice roast dinner and we have invited special people over who need pampering. Well we think they do hehe whether they like it or not. I love feeding people. I have had work up to my eyeballs to pay for the bloody dentist bills but it’s a huge investment for me and my god its making me feel good. Part of a long term plan to look after myself. Next joining a gym and toning up my body a little. In the next couple of weeks I shall find out if I have got into the uni course I have applied for. Am I nervous? Nah. I have a back up plan that will get kicked into full tit mode if I don’t get into uni, it’s one that was a long term plan but will be my main focus if the uni thing falls through.

Family wise there is alot of shit going on and I’ve been conduiting alot of stuff lately, with that and everything else it’s left very little time to worry about much else.

Heh I just realised it’s been two months of fun and I’ve had three days worth of a bruise free body. I’m loving it. I don’t give a rats ass if people think it’s weird. It helps me channel stress and tension and gives me a controlled outlet to channel some of my ragey shit. November is always a hard month for me and it’s been a hell of alot easier having close people around where I can let go. I’ve kept busy and preoccupied and walked away from the BDSM scene shit for a while. I need a break from all the constant freekin stoopid drama. I really don’t get the need to be involved in all of that and recent events reminded me why I like the quiet life these days.

Within the community kink scene yada yada people have this unrealistic view that because we all share an interest in kink then we should all be one happy family.

Let’s put this into context. Say 400 or something people have the “doolally gene” … now they all have that one thing in common. The gene. Nothing more.

Perhaps some of these people might like carrots. Oooo a commonality.

But within these people that like carrots. Some may like them raw, some may like them cooked, some may prefer them with a little garlic and butter. That’s as far as the commonality goes.

Now why the fuck do people who have kink in common just simply expect that an interest in kink should make them part of some special group where there should be a panel of carrot judgers where they decide which carrot lovers are allowed to be in the group and what specific types of carrot are allowed and what isn’t. Still with me? Yes I know now I think about it, carrots were probably not the best object to use as an example hehe.

Yes we have kink in common. Thats fucking it. End of story.

Quit fucking lumping people into your little boxes and expecting them to all have the same approach or views as yours.

It’s fucking stoopid.

Yes I am kinky. No I will not give up my time to look after every other person out there who is into kink yet can’t use their fucking own judgement to make choices others can without having their goddamn hands held to do so.

Hmmppfff. Morons.

I live my life. you live yours but do not tell me how to enjoy my kinks. Shove your dictatorship rules and regulations up your bums.

You sir can fuck right offskies.

End of rant. If that didn’t make sense that’s okay, my mind is waffling and seething slightly at the dumbness of some people of late.

*grin*

Lazy Sunday afternoon with choons here I come … these dudes rawk I haz seen them live too