Apparently I'm supposed to post on a blog.
Since I'm not so filed with vitriolic to have anything compelling to write a blog post about, I'll start with where I am.
The bedroom. That's right, the den of original sin. I'm in bed, and joined by the most awesome cat ever. Long hair, cuddly and asleep; far better then if she were awake and full of play. It's been a lazy morning, usually I've got to work in the morning, but work has been pretty fucked reacently so I'm just going to stay in bed, do drugs, watch movies and wait until it's time for me to host a local BDSM group in my studio. Good people, nice to hang out with.
I've also got dinner with one of my best heterosexual life-mates, and his wife. He told me not to wear a skirt, since it's Saturday and not Thursday. Whatever.
That's my first blogpost.
How fetish friendly is SuicideGirls, I mean, really fetish friendly, not just talk about it in a knowing manner?
Since I'm not so filed with vitriolic to have anything compelling to write a blog post about, I'll start with where I am.
The bedroom. That's right, the den of original sin. I'm in bed, and joined by the most awesome cat ever. Long hair, cuddly and asleep; far better then if she were awake and full of play. It's been a lazy morning, usually I've got to work in the morning, but work has been pretty fucked reacently so I'm just going to stay in bed, do drugs, watch movies and wait until it's time for me to host a local BDSM group in my studio. Good people, nice to hang out with.
I've also got dinner with one of my best heterosexual life-mates, and his wife. He told me not to wear a skirt, since it's Saturday and not Thursday. Whatever.
That's my first blogpost.
How fetish friendly is SuicideGirls, I mean, really fetish friendly, not just talk about it in a knowing manner?
Chicks love that!