1. feeling so much better after last week. nice spanking session and sex has put me in a positively lovely mood.

  2. WTF @TrueBloodHBO This poster is terrible! Fangs + poses + perspective = off! PIC: itsh.bo/lusPlt #trueblood

  3. ouch!! poison ivy, day 4. sometimes pain is just pain. Baron has been very kind caring for me. FYI: oatmeal = best treatment.

  4. have had lovely visitors, little time for kink + fetlife. now, babysitting pups. Baron has left me an assignment for the day…

  5. Assignment May 25, 2011

    I was given homework on Thursday— besides the EDK research— which is a much larger, time intensive project, and which I felt odd doing with company present. But the 3 part homework Baron gave me on Thursday for Friday morning, I think, was aimed to get me creative again. I’d felt his questions and looks pushing in at me over the weeks, wondering what I was doing, besides obsessing over the garden, and why I wasn’t creating. The grayness and rain hadn’t helped. I like light, air. It’s a hard thing to describe, I have space, now, materials. If I worked the way I’d like to work, I’d blow through all my materials and need to wait until I had more money, so I try to regulate, keeping things for the “good ideas.” Still, I’d been in a bit of a rut, and Baron can’t possibly know my complete energy cycles yet, so I think he wanted to jump start me.

    Part of the jump starting homework involved me spending time outside. I managed to spend time outside— much more than the 10 minutes he’d told me to— but I didn’t manage to make time to free draw. I felt bad about this except for the fact that I worked in the garden quite hard and then began brimming with ideas after I took my bath, which Baron suggested and I enjoyed. In the bath, I knew how to finish the piece, next steps, and when I got out of the tub I even wrote. It felt lovely, as did the fact that Baron came up to wash me. Then I spent a good part of the day Sunday in the Studio, and I think Baron was pleased. I apologized, again, for forgetting my homework, but knew, in someway, he was pleased with me working. Probably because he oh so carefully and politely brought me my favorite whiskey. All and all he’s a very supportive partner, and I enjoy that having had to deal with radically different, unpleasant circumstances. I appreciate his support, on so many levels, in more ways that I can put into words.

    But looking for work everyday + shifting into a new space, a new season, concerns about money + legal action, dig into me a bit. Hopefully, these will be resolved soon (by the end of June looks likely…). The thing is I like working, which is what creativity is to me, but its ebbs and flows are not something I’m capable of controlling when it comes to my own projects. It’s easier to work on someone elses’ work, and I have yet to get to that point in my search.

    The term “block” has never seemed appropriate when discussing the way I work with my creativity, it’s just part of the flow, waiting as the ideas churn and turn someplace in the back of my head until one, strong enough, forces its way to the front. Typically, they come all at once. The triggers I’ve been able to identify over the years: running (exercise), long walks that involve strange shops and talking to objects (thrift stores, dollar stores, “ethnic” stores with things i haven’t seen, art supply stores, antique places, etc), baths, and radio.

    The energy and mindset I enter and feel when I’m creative is very similar to the space I feel in play. It’s meditative, my body is exhausted, and my mind is quiet and focused. It’s perhaps why those 2 activities— BDSM and Art— are so important to me. I’ve begun to find this sort of head space in gardening and cooking, too, quite possibly because Baron seems to enjoy it and my enjoyment, but its not nearly as intense or prolonged.

    The funny thing about all these things I do that aren’t for me and Baron is that because they’re enjoyable I keep myself from doing them on a regular basis, telling myself to occupy myself with more real world things (find a job! clean! read things you’re “suppose” to read, respond to emails, etc). I tell myself it’s solipsistic to spend my whole day involved with myself and then go into the studio to spend hours with my ideas, projects. Perhaps this is something I’ll overcome? In any case, the paragraph Baron asked for is now a mini-essay, and I’ll have it posted well before 1 to make up for my delays and disobedience, but I feel in someway I was more than obedient, that I took his homework far, far beyond what he asked, and that makes me pleased with both of us. 

    Now if I can just get over the guilt I feel from the enjoyment of my creative triggers…

  6. Album Art

    Liz Phair’s Flower. Saw this posted today, wanted to post the live recording I’ve had for years. I really enjoy this song…

    Other trivia: I “lost” my virginity to the album Exile in Guyville. I was hideously depressed at the time, which was part one in my realizing I regulated my moods with sex.

    Title
    Flower
    Artist
    Liz Phair
    Album
    Liz Phair
  7. i own that exact same piece…
thelingerieaddict:

via: Girdlebound

    i own that exact same piece…

    thelingerieaddict:

    via: Girdlebound

  8. wow, look at the marks on that ass on the far right. yum.

    wow, look at the marks on that ass on the far right. yum.

  9. Mmmmm…. there is something nice about this position, but I’m not sure I can put my finger on it… it is so nice to be enfolded my Baron’s arms..
twistedmissy:

always a favorite.. to be claimed by Him… body His to use.. torment.. toy.. bruise..
excite… entice… and sedate in an evening of pleasure exchanging

    Mmmmm…. there is something nice about this position, but I’m not sure I can put my finger on it… it is so nice to be enfolded my Baron’s arms..

    twistedmissy:

    always a favorite.. to be claimed by Him… body His to use.. torment.. toy.. bruise..

    excite… entice… and sedate in an evening of pleasure exchanging

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