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I went to another kink-suspension yesterday and although the round trip was about six hours-as it was held in a farm/bed and breakfast in the countryside-it was one of the most interesting things i've done and seen in recent times.

I witnessed a pull for the first time and was privy to a woman suspending while a guy (we just referred to him as "the stockman") cracked two whips, landing pretty accurately on her backside while she swung back and forth, whilst she cackled or yelled at him every time he missed and hit her foot. The former is something I want to try, the latter was one of the more "in your face" real-life things i've seen; hanging from a tree in a farm in the middle of nowhere in the drizzling rain while a small crowd is gathered, laughing or cringing in unison with the suspendee......I suppose i'd describe it as being a bit surreal, yet almost like some sort of weird, intimate privilege that only the small crowd is privy to

This is the third suspension i've attended and the best one. The three of us aren't into your "stereotypical" kink business, so we did feel like voyeurs to an extent and by the way people interacted with each other, it was apparent that they'd already linked with each other through different kink events in Melbourne. Hugging, stroking, kissing, spanking, whipping.......you name it, I don't doubt at some point that it happened.

The trip there in the car was so awesome. As 2nd graders who tease each other do in the playground, we just hung shit on each other because we like each other and try to outwit one another. I've also *almost* been talked into going skydiving with them. Almost.

Today, I skated at a public session and hadn't attended a sunday training (we play dodgem kids and it can be interesting because they're fearless, yet have no motor skills) really, ever-I rocked up in stretchy jeans-which did the job-but I got so overheated and frustrated with the little flailing arms and stacking everywhere that I must've made a really pissed off face, because a coach skated up to me when i'd slowed down and asked;

"Are you alright? You look like you're about to throw up or cry"

Which made me laugh, but only because it came from her. It just took some water, taking my wristguards off and sitting down for a bit to stop fuming.

Then we did the super-exciting job (that probably comes across as being sarcastic, but it's not) or painting the track so it has exactly the same markings and measurements as an actual derby track. Sweet.

I'm going to a David Bowie-themed wedding on wednesday

Oh and I adopted a kitten the other day; his name is Remy