I'm going to throw caution to the wind and post a lot of stuff that may or may not piss off people.
Ok, I bought a new monitor ans speakers finally, and I'm playing a lot of EQ.
Second...LARP is going better now that we have a better storyteller. I still need to re-write Steven's backround, without the stupidity that that fell under the original Steven. No werewolf wife this time.
Eddie came up tonight. I ended up helping cast Samhaine with him, stewicked
, and our friend Paul. Kind of really informal, which is odd, since I usually go drama queen this time of year. But hey, on the pagan wheel of the year, Nitzechie (who's name I just butchered) is proven right. G-d is dead. Regardless of what else I may currently be doing, did rather enjoy the intamcy a circle has. Kind of like Saturday mornings at Temple. Informal, a lot more gets done. Crap. I am a Jewpagan. *sighs*
Ok, I forget shit. I started my volunteer work today. I walk in the door at 1:00 and get handed a mixing bowl and a bunch of biscuit mix. The volunteer Nazi in charge was really pissed that I had no clue how to make biscuits. Um, give me veggies to chop, or let me make the frankenweenie chili. I did have a few interesting conversations with the other volunteers. Two of them were Mormons, and again, while I disagree with the religion about various tenants, they usually are really nice people. I also talked about horror movies with two of the others.
After that, I went down to City Center to get make up for a costume. I went as the Delivery Driver zombie. A bit of spirit gum and fake blood...instant car crash victim. Add a uniform...
So anyway, after all the Samhaine stuff, Eddie and I go to Outland. *ROFL* I know Eddie has wanted to go for a while, but the place is a dive. There were a few moments of gothic splendour, but for the most part, it was high camp. Well, anyway, they now have a new fun thing there on the weekends. You can sign up for electroshock or corporal punishment. Well, dear reader, as much as I love electric, I wasn't about to turn down the chance to be bound to a wall in leather restraints and flogged.
Complete aside before I continue this. What is the big deal with Bettie Page? I keep seeing her in a variety of places, and I have yet to figure out the connections.
Anyway, let's see...the only reason I used the safe sign was the freaking paddle. My tush is sensitive. I did enjoy the tickling, wax, ice cubes and flogging. The real highlight was the nice gentleman using his fingernails. Hell, he drew blood and I didn't really care. I rather enjoyed it. Hell, I was ready to sign up for a private session just to see how far I can go. And yes, I have marks on my bootie and my back. Battle scars.
Now that I've officially hit WTMI for the good majority of my readers, I have yet to figure out why most people who hold the whip, paddle, whatever, seem to think that I need to atone for something. Hell, I told the guy tonight he could flog me until I die and I wouldn't be atoned. Either that or the think I'm an exhibitionist. Hell, I don't care. I freely admit occasional masochistic tendencies. I really don't feel like I need to expurgate sins through flaggelation, nor do I particularly get excited about exhibitionism (ok that's a lie. There are time it could be rather...fun). I dunno...Maybe I'm just really kinky. Or maybe the only time I feel alive or feel much of anything is during scenes.
Ack. Off to bed.