I'm having one of those Taking Care of Business days at work today. I think I need to get me an official Elvis TCB in a Flash mug or ring or satin baseball jacket. It turns out you can get just about anything Elvis from elvis.com
Now that I've prepared a stack of The Children's Almanack from the 1850s for our serials cataloguer, I can set down some thoughts on kink that have been in my brain lately.
I'm so delighted to have met two new sassy Orlandovians(?) on SG--you two have restored my faith in the world of SG. I'm thinking mainly about Elektra_Descends comment about being a good sport and switching with her man...
For me, it's not so much about pursuing a specific fetish as it is about engaging with another person in a mutually thrilling way. It might sound odd, but I feel kind of the same way in my job. If someone comes into my library really excited about their little corner of the academic universe, that gets me excited. By the same token, if someone is just out to do the minimum to fulfill some assignment, I'm not going to go out of my way to help them.
So that's my approach to kink. I've discovered all sorts of things that take me to that next level of thrills and pleasure and what you will. I'm an exhibitionist. I like dressing up. I'm into being sexually dominated by strong women.
I guess what this post is really about is my disappointments trying to bring my mate along this path. I've been pretty direct about what I like, without any high-pressure tactics or anything. She's gone so far as watching "Bend Over Boyfriend" with me and she's halfway through Carol Queen's book "Exhibitionism for the Shy." But we still hit some sort of wall.
I think I get a little more frustrated when I meet women who seem to possess that erotic enthusiasm I'm after. That's where I think about the switching business. If my lady told me she's not really into being dominant, but would really like to try dressing up like Smurfs, you'd better believe I'd have a couple gallons of blue liquid latex on hand in the blink of an eye!
Now that I've prepared a stack of The Children's Almanack from the 1850s for our serials cataloguer, I can set down some thoughts on kink that have been in my brain lately.
I'm so delighted to have met two new sassy Orlandovians(?) on SG--you two have restored my faith in the world of SG. I'm thinking mainly about Elektra_Descends comment about being a good sport and switching with her man...
For me, it's not so much about pursuing a specific fetish as it is about engaging with another person in a mutually thrilling way. It might sound odd, but I feel kind of the same way in my job. If someone comes into my library really excited about their little corner of the academic universe, that gets me excited. By the same token, if someone is just out to do the minimum to fulfill some assignment, I'm not going to go out of my way to help them.
So that's my approach to kink. I've discovered all sorts of things that take me to that next level of thrills and pleasure and what you will. I'm an exhibitionist. I like dressing up. I'm into being sexually dominated by strong women.
I guess what this post is really about is my disappointments trying to bring my mate along this path. I've been pretty direct about what I like, without any high-pressure tactics or anything. She's gone so far as watching "Bend Over Boyfriend" with me and she's halfway through Carol Queen's book "Exhibitionism for the Shy." But we still hit some sort of wall.
I think I get a little more frustrated when I meet women who seem to possess that erotic enthusiasm I'm after. That's where I think about the switching business. If my lady told me she's not really into being dominant, but would really like to try dressing up like Smurfs, you'd better believe I'd have a couple gallons of blue liquid latex on hand in the blink of an eye!
Do everything you want her to do to you. Try it
A Happy Monday to you as well
[Edited on Nov 01, 2004 2:04PM]