Originally posted for my Fetlife audience; but lightly modified for a broader audience. The cycle of writing topics on FetLife generally works as such: a thing happens. There is a divisiveness in opinion on said thing. Lots of posts start flying back and forth with heavy, anger-laden commentary within them, and inevitably, some people who… Continue reading Emergency kittens, orgasms, and Firefly in the wake of an unsettling election
My house has an odd medicinal smell to it. I don't know if it's caused by whatever mysterious process is going on in the downstairs guest room that has been quarantined while they have these enormous drying machines running 24/7 since Saturday. But I do know that I didn't start smelling the new not-entirely-pleasant smell… Continue reading Stink
I've had a delightfully polyfocused weekend. Thursday, my friend and metamour Elre came over. We cooked dinner together (or, rather, I cored, peeled, and sliced the apple and ey did everything else, including searing the pork chop and prepping and roasting the butternut squash). Then we watched the premiere of Dancing With the Stars (and… Continue reading Of Sharts and Friends
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