So...I'm doing another Renaissance Faire (TRF), and it's driving me crazy. There are gorgeous women everywhere. It is blisteringly hot, so we're all wearing shorts and T-Shirts, and a lot of the women in their 20s-30s roll their T-Shirts up under their bras. So I am surrounded by beautiful bellies and round hips, with plenty of surprising ink about.

Well, four months of insane commitment have come to a close---I just finished doing the first season of Sherwood Forest Faire. Yes, it's a first-year Renaissance Faire in Central Texas, close to Austin. I was part of the Performing Company, and we were in rehearsals for our stage shows. It was wonderful, exhausting, exciting, frustrating, and ultimately, rewarding.

So now I have a life again....for a while!

Just finished looking at several new sets, including one by a model who is no longer on the site---and the set went up in November!

Hey...at least it's new...

So our date was awesome! Despite my wobbly thigh, we had smashing good sex. My g/f had decided on doing me, and doing me is what she did...and did...and did...wooo hooo!!!. And then I got my turn, and well....mmmm...and we tried out a new vibrator trick I'd been talking about...on me. But no date this week, as she's sick, and her twins are sick...

I've been browsing sets on SG, and I'm frustrated. I have found several great sets, including the absolutely stunning "Drag Kings" by StarKav, but I seem to "stumble" onto them---I found a solid set by Hexxus just by chance from Succor's blog. Another set I found thanks to the "Other sets you might like", and so on. The "fabulous" sets at the front rarely even draw my interest, while the sets that light me up are often accidental encounters.

Also, I don't like that I can't make a Hopeful a Favourite or watch for future sets, without the intrusive "Friend Request". But there are some great sets in Hopefuls and in Member Review. Here are some of my faves---but bear in mind that I like interesting and provocative sets, even if they don't have slick production values (or even if they do)

Drag King (in addition to being erotic and provocative, this set is brave and very true to its subject)

Silent Nudity

Semi-forgotten

Petal Tease

Domino

I have a hot date tomorrow! This is the first time we've made love in December in twenty years! So of course, last week I had a mole excised; it had already been removed (and was Abnormal) three times before---once when they scooped it out, once when it came back Abnormal and they did a routine re-scoop, then again when it came back a year later (about 6 months ago), and now...now. Six...yes, that's right, six...stitches in the damn thing. Right across the top of my thigh.

So I keep trying to devise ways to have sex without bumping one's thigh. At the moment, all I've got is "from behind with my hips up, resting on my forearms (she's 5' 3" and I'm 6', we have to line up a bit before we start!)". Every kind of head is going to put my thigh in harm's way; if I fuck her, my thigh is going to get beaten up; every kind of head I can think of is going to end up with my thigh battered or bonked; and I'm out...

Not exactly Global Warming, I know...but hey, this is a twenty year flood (and that's almost a pun).

It is officially my birthday where I live. I am 46 years old today. I have an amazing and wonderful wife, a passionate and brilliant girlfriend, two awesome (grown) daughters, four friends I can absolutely depend upon, a house we are buying from the bank---with brand new siding---a reliable, six-year old car, and a solid, reliable job with a great boss.

My kitty died this year, but I have a new kitty, and she and I are fitting into one another's lives. My brother is haunted by pain and sorrow, but he was an amazing male presence in my daughter's lives, and I can't imagine my house without him in it or often about it. I feel old and fat, and I suppose I am old, though probably not as fat as I feel, but I can still drink my daughters under the table, and hold my own with my g/f and my brother.

A good life. Hard-won, certainly, but a good life. Money could ease many worries, but it would not make the foundation stronger, any more than not having money made it weaker---indeed, I sometimes think that those early years of independence, living with my daughters in the converted coal-bin apartment (it was an apartment, it was just really small, and it was in the basement, and the windows had been coal-scuttles), maybe made our family stronger than the years of plenty, and made the years of in-between just fine.

Happy birthday to me, indeed.

A blank blog page, just to make the old one go away.

I have been working against a deadline; that is, I have been trying to complete some writing on a schedule I did not agree to, while resisting changes I do not wish to make, and trying to invest my work with some spec of my self. And actual deadline would be fatal, as I have already quite missed three of them, and from what I gather, a deadline was a literal demarcation for prisoners of war during the ACW.

As you will all doubtless know, writing for one's avocation makes writing for enjoyment quite difficult. Thus, when a day of work and writing work is at an end, I simply do not have the energy to drag myself across the net to anywhere, but most especially to here, as here inevitably becomes an entanglement, however much desired, however welcomed in the moment. Tonight, I decided I would take the risk, my writing having gone rather well.

I bought a new vibrator, a new dildo, and a new harness, all for my girlfriend. My rather demure and femme girlfriend. The vibrator was a Lelo brand re-chargeable, called "The Liv", in Navy Blue. It had a variable speed motor and something called "modes", which turned out to be different pulses of the vibrator's motor; this is a very, very, good thing. My g/f declares that the Pocket Rocket is "more intense", but the Liv is "more powerful", and the orgasm "smoother"; naturally, I applied both---the Liv on her spot, the Rocket on her clit. This nearly got my face torn off, so I relented to the Liv on a slow, powerful pulse, which took some practice to get right (placement, movement, pressure), but was "oh my" worth it.

The dildo was a Vixen Creations "Woody Vibe" in very, very, Red, and it comes from Vixen with a bullet vibe for the base (which fits in a nice cavity right in the middle. Woody is "realistic" (except for being "Santa Claus Red" as my g/f put it), and has a gorgeous head. The harness was a Jaguar in White Leather that I ordered at the same time, along with two 8 oz. bottles of Slippery Stuff Gel (I **love** Slippery Stuff).

So, it was a major blowout expense, but I do not grudge the $$$---we have had two amazing dates with our new toys, and my g/f absolutely loves her harness and dildo. Despite her worry that she would feel "ridiculous" (though she confessed that she feels I look "very, very nice" when I am wearing my harness and dildo), it turns out that she felt "amazing, powerful, strong" (more fucking ensued).

My kitty is now 6 Lbs.! She is long and lean, but unfortunately, she has hip displasia (I don't think I've spelt that correctly). It is apparently very rare in cats---in fact, my vet had to give me the hand out for dogs, because as far as she could find, there were none for cats, and the guidelines were basically the same. She had Jardia, too (also probably mis-spelt), but that's clearing up, thanks to Rx.

My g/f has had two root canals, so she is very sore (in the bad way). To cheer her up, I wrote her a pornographic story and told her to rehearse it, as it would be her next "reading lesson", to which she replied wondering if, should she be a very good girl and make it all the way through before finishing, would I let her fuck me---I seem to have created a monster (who knew spiffing up the toy chest would get such results?).

I do not have any pics of my kitty, but I will try and get some and post them. I have rambled enough, I think.

Goodnight all.

I am at a loss as to what to post, mostly because I am embroiled in another---possibly the same---row on the boards at the moment.

But I do have a new kitty, and she's gorgeous!

My cat died on Wednesday last. My g/f was over with her twins and I went 'round the corner to close the door to the guest bathroom---that's where the litter box, cat food, and cat water (she needed distilled water) were kept. We keep it closed for now as the twins, at 13 months, are into everything. I'd just forgotten until one of them took off down the hall, which jolted my memory and sent me zipping ahead to close the door.

I found my cat dead, sprawled across the floor between her food dish and the cat box. I kept the twin behind me, but my cat was blocking the door. I called out for my girlfriend, who knelt beside me when she saw. Once my g/f had the twins interested in something else, I placed a hand on my cat to see if she was breathing, or warm, or whatever. She was still warmish, so I slid my hand underneath her, and that settled it---she was the same temp as the floor.

It was only luck that my g/f was there at all. She usually brings the twins over on Thursday afternoons. This time we'd moved our usual Thursday to Wednesday, because we had a date set for Thursday.

She was only ten years old. She was a mostly-black Calico (tortise shell, excuse the spelling). She'd had bladder problems---she had something like 18 stones removed last year---and just gotten over a bladder infection, but for the last month she'd been fine.

Coming around that corner was awful. I have had to put down cats, which completely sucks, except for the part where you at least know you are doing it for the cat, and you get to have a time to make goodbyes. This was much worse. It brought back memories of my g/f of long ago, who this year has been dead twice as long as she was alive.

For the next three days I kept seeing her out of the corner of my eye, or feel her jump up on the bed to lay on my legs, and I would automatically head for the bathroom to check her box, food, and water, before bed and when I get up. Not the crushing loss of a person one loves, but pretty awful just the same.

Even when my g/f and I were making love, it was poignant, as we didn't have to scoot my cat out of the room before we closed the door. It was a fantastic afternoon, complete with rhythmic thudding of the bed against the wall, which for some reason, seemed to please my g/f very much (though she did have to shift her grip to keep from skinning her knuckles). For some reason, death seems to make sexual contact more urgent.

So my partner, g/f, and daughter pretty much ordered me to go out and get another cat (my g/f insisted on two). So I got a Tortise Shell and a grey striped kitty---the grey is a male and he's an affection sponge, so my partner and daughter think he hung the moon. The Calico is a moody princess, which is a good match for me.

What surprised me was how much having new cats has let me miss my lost cat without being disconsolate.

So I've been out of the loop a bit, sorry.