may 17, 2000."A jumped-up pantry boy..." I feel really good tonight. I think it's because I took a 2-hour nap immediately following work. I had to; I was dying. Last night Little Spider & I hung out until 2 a.m., so I only got half of my recommended daily sleep intake. By 3 p.m. this afternoon I was looking for a place to curl up & die; but all's well that ends well. It's all part of the program, see. I'm trying really hard to make acts of kindness second nature. I still have a long way to go, but last night should salve my conscience for awhile.
Fetish night this weekend. I've never been to one of these things before, and I'm drawn by three things: the presence of Dav, Stacy & Dirk, the possibility of dressing up the Boy in a dog collar & PVC pants and finally the chance to gain weird new life experience to reflect upon when I'm teaching high-school in some backwoods. I'm strictly a tourist: I find ordinary sex problematic enough without putting all kinds of energy into binding & hitting & burning & stuff. At least on a regular basis.
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