Saturday, 12/05/2009 - 3:33 a.m.
My muse is a capricious bitch, I guess. I haven't seen hide nor hair of her since Tuesday morning. I have a lot of stuff in my head to get out but none of it is coming out smoothly or coherently. Feh.
DC has a cold so my plan of saran wrap and assbeatings tonight at the dungeon is tabled for now. And it sucks because I *really* need some bottom time. Really need it.
I had a very frank discussion with the Queen this evening. I had to drop some stuff off at her house and ended up staying an hour and half, talking about sex. She's been reading a lot of BDSM porn and she asked me BDSM questions. I ended up telling her about Mal and the Bird Kid and the Strawberry. Holy crap. We both agreed monogamy was crap and that you can't have too many people who love you. She takes everything about my lifestyle in stride and doesn't pass judgment or look down on me or DC or the Boy. How did I win the mom lottery?
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