Don't make a sound, I know they're watching
Perhaps it is time for a new blog. A daily like Seth's. Is he not the second hottest bald man ever? No, my ex isn't the first. Yul is of course. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, the origin of my blah blah blah.
Hardcore, punk rock, squirrel. So distractable right now, but I didn't say anything about a show with everything but or suggest that no one's head should ever be higher.
Let's call that good editing, if you only saw what I take out.
Daily posts, and each one would be a link to a song on Youtube. Call it Today's Vibe. Oh lightbulb, it could have a poll too. Instead of fuck, marry, kill, it could be dance, cum, meditate.
Today's, hint above, aren't you paying attention? would be Kings of Leon, Sex on Fire. Hot as a fever, rattling bones, I could just taste it, chased it. But it's not forever, but it's just tonight, oh we're still the greatest.
Cass has to choose to meditate. I lack permission for an O and I am much too bruised to dance. How am I going to stay alert today for my 6-hour drive if I can't host a dance party in my automobile? Fuck Cass, did you think of that when you ordered the baseball bat? How about the vampire crop? Excuse me, I need to think about baseball, maybe take a cold shower. I said it above, I lack permission. Maybe the tension will help keep me awake.
Today's agenda begins with a debate, hot tub or breakfast? If breakfast, then we must ask, here or pack first and go have something good? If I pack first Niagra definitely happens. If I linger here, I'll probably be able to schedule all of my posts for next week. When I can focus on just one squirrel, 10 hours of work can be finished in 3.
I have a thread for a future post penned in my paper journal. It was an idea for comparing birth and kink. Not just pain, that's obvious, isn't it? But the indignities, the beyond your control, the humiliation. You can write a birth plan, you probably should. Your care providers should respect your autonomy and your wishes. For so many reasons, some valid, some fueled by liability, and some purely ego, they might not. Your plan may not even sync up with reality, how much experience do you have with creating humans? Anyway, ask some women, I bet it skews hard away from respect for autonomy even in the best of circumstances. A scene shouldn't of course, but sometimes they do. The Kink/BDSM community strives to convey the importance of good negotiations, of active, ongoing, enthusiastic consent. This has evolved and changed in the decades I have been here. The standards, the expectations have raised considerably. And that is mostly for the best. Much like the standards for the care of birthing people changed in the decades my births took place. But the anatomy of birth has not, nor do I think the nature of the human condition has changed much if even at all, ever.
Imagine, perhaps all of the woes of the world stem directly from Eve and Cain forming the first trauma bonds.
While I of course take great pride in the evolution of ethics in the communities I am a part of, and while my hubris might fancy that I may have even contributed in some way; I can't help also wonder what has been lost.
But I have a 6.5 hour drive ahead of me, and my ass is on fire. So let's pin my navel gazing of birth and kink, and return to contemplating Sex on Fire and the possibility of a new blog platform.
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