It's been 10 years since I've pierced my nipples and navel, and I haven't pierced anything since. I miss the daunting thrill of lying in a chair, heaving with trepidation and repletion. Feeling completely assailable at the hands of an expert piercer who posseses total control over my exposed flesh for but a few seconds is very appealing to someone like me with latent masochistic urges. I've always idealized the piercer/piercee relationship as a brush with s/m. I'm both excited and nervous because I've never allowed anything sharp (aside from Mistress Ephgrave's finger nails) 
to penetrate the area downunder!
Check out this photo I downloaded from bmezine.com in my pics page. This is what my lower region will look like as of this Thursday!
to penetrate the area downunder!
Check out this photo I downloaded from bmezine.com in my pics page. This is what my lower region will look like as of this Thursday!
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I'm excited for you and your piercing! I'm so rarely at home anymore that I don't get to read any groups or boards. I'm glad we still chat. Anything new going on? Has the roommate thing ever been resolved? Hope the piercing went well
Namaste
About your paintings, I'm NOT being generous. In fact, I have not yet even begun to be generous. They're really, really G
While writing this, I'm listening to some netradio called the Green Lounge that plays vintage space age bachelor pad music with a lot of swing, surf/spy and OLD jazz thrown in. The song is some old-time vocal group, 4 white guys with a big band doing a lazy, sweet love song (like a lullaby for an afternoon nap). The line that hit me was "I wonder at your blunder," & I just thought that was so romantic. Like when everything someone does is beautiful. Then thinking about that gave me appreciation for love itself. Y'know, I've studied the scientific mysteries of the universe (in a dilletante-ish sort of way
Okay, I'm stoned...