vanimp is into recieving “iceberg shots”

What pray tell are iceberg shots you ask?

‘beams’

Bruises from knuckle/fist punching layered upon themselves, one on top of another creating an almost iceberg effect. A bruise that takes time to appear and is deep. One you can feel but cannot see.

As a kid I was a tomboy. I liked rough and tumble play. Most of my significant others and mates  have had that kind of close relationship/friendship where ‘dead arms’ and ‘dead legs’ and chinese burns and the likes were part of the rough and tumble aspect. Playfighting and wrestling. All in fun for shits and giggles. One house I flatted in it was a common thing to see who could get a dead arm or leg in and render the person armless or legless first. The key was it was fun and it was consensual. For me it’s a massive release, kinda like playing a sport it gets the adrenaline pumping, the stress pours out and anger and pent up energy is directed and focussed or in my case normally me in a squealing heap with outbursts of ragey shit and lots of ‘fuck yous’ going on. Backyard boxing.

I grew up as a country kid, then after leaving home and growing up around farming communitites moved on to the world of horses. the injuries I sustained and the rough and tumble shit was yet again a normal thing. Kicks from hooves, falls, horses teeth, horses heads smacking into you at inconvenient times, it was all something I was used to.  I used to beam at the fucked up bruises I’d gain. None of it had a motive behind it at all it was just what I was used to growing up around.

The older I got the more fucked up insane shit I tried. Lots of crazy things, car hoods, tied to a jeep and all piled upon it going ‘paddock surfing’. Train jumping at the local train tracks. Looking for the next rush. Jumping off the bridge at the local dam, surfing, go karting, lots of insane stuff. An ex and I used to have alot of playfights, and I’d always come out second best.

The thing is and still is a sense of fun. I don’t mind a bit of hurt it’s all part of it. I’m kinda thinking karate would be kinda cool to take up but these days I can’t do many sports because of an old injury in my knee.

Thats where kink comes in. Impact play, rough body play, it does something for me. It helps release pent up shit. Gets rid of rage and angries and leaves me in a smiling content heap.

I kinda needed a release.

Iceberg shots. I haz dem.Lots. All over.

I can feel my muscles burning, I poke spots where bruises haven’t appeared yet.

I smile.

I’m content.

Sex education 1950′s style …

Urban dictionary seriously needs updating. I just checked out ‘impy’ … cause yano ima nosey bitch. Actually I’m fucking bored and sick of working today.

Impy
Small and wierd. Like Brian in a speedo.

Wow, Brian’s ears are really impy.

Brian looks so impy in those socks  …. (OMG it mentioned socks! ‘beams’)

wierd, funny-looking, retarded, mini
… hrrmmpffff

Wonderful. Just wonderful. Then I got more curious ….
vanilla impaired isn’t defined yet … go on amuse me …

Suffering is optional….

Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard.
Practice wellness. Play with abandon.
Laugh.
Choose with no regret.
Appreciate your friends. Continue to learn.
Do what you love.
Live as if this is all there is.

And don’t let any fucker tell you any differently.

I was all ready to write about vegetable sex today and ask who’s done it and why it’s such a taboo topic.

Barely anyone will admit to it but loads have tried it.

Where did the idea come from? An erotica book I am reviewing and will soon write about. Fuck and that was only the third story.

But I’m not quite in the mood to get my head around the topic and I have work to get done. Gah.

So I’m sat here wondering what the fuck to write because well I’ve have a craving for immense privacy of late. Far too many nosey fuckers poking about in my personal life.

I love this place, it’s my baby. As much as I love writing about kink stuff and sex toys and all things deviant I have had a need to close off from writing about personal stuff here for a while. I’m still going to write about kinky things and nilla things but it’ll be about stuff and nonsense, rants and hoohah and not so much a journal because it’s become to invasive for me. Oh and with uni shit that’s going to be enveloping my brain it’s highly likely you’ll get random arty farty waffling too.

For those that want more private chats my email is up there *points to the top corner* … if you want me to write about something in particular then poke me.

The recent travelling reminded me that things are about to change for the better for me again with putting myself first and doing the things I want to do.I’ve been getting my nomadic urge of late. A dying need to have some space mentally and physically. It hits every now and then and being spontaneous and doing things on a whim are sometimes just what I need for an energy boost.

I’ve been so focused on everything else but me over the last year that it’s been refreshing to have some time out to do a few things that don’t involve being there for everyone else and just doing my own thing. Something I can call mine.  With uni coming I know my workload is going to increase a hell of a lot. I know that I am going to have to time manage and find time out in amongst the madness that is going to come. I’m ready for it. I’m chomping at the bit to get started.

So this year is for me. The things I want to do.

I have spent six long years being the stay at home mum, the house wench, the cook, the cleaner and all the things motherhood entails. Now it’s time to start down that career path and head down, butt up and full speed ahead. I have had a good chat with the little one and explained that mummy is going to go to school this year as well and that it’s going to be a long day for both of us and talked to him about after school care and he’s keen as mustard which has taken a load off. I do worry but I know he’s going to be fine because there’s loads of other kids there he knows from school too. Being a stay at home mum by choice for so long brings with it a sadness that things are changing but it’s long overdue. I want to make a damn good go of it and become financially sorted and be able to create a lifestyle for both of us where we can have fun and enjoy things.

I’ve been thinking about things I want to do with the little one, hopefully some travel later on in the year too. A couple more weeks and the little one starts school and then a couple more weeks and my adventure begins. I can already smell the new art gear and the stationary and all the arty things hehe. Am I the only person that gets silly over new art gear and stationary? Meh someone has to be weird

So here I am.

I can feel the change coming and I want it.

I’m getting impatient.

It’s like a breath of fresh air.

Oh and the toy review that’s coming … here’s another clue … this chicka is an awesome writer go read dammit.