Warning: Strong language. GRAPHIC language. Squick and squee. I invite you to partake of the riches of beat poetry. Please do NOT open this at work. Now I’m going to run and hide.
To recap part 1 of this post: (1) Chronic pain can make even a masochist feel trapped in her body. (2) It’s just like the way my ex-dom and I felt locked in a miserable relationship. I may even have gotten all of my mixed metaphors into this tweet: I am SO GRATEFUL I’m finally […]
Once upon a time my dom was nursing me through some truly horrific cramps. I was not very lucid. A particularly vicious cramp took me by surprise, and I found myself whimpering our safeword. I will never forget the look on his face. To cheer us both up, he told me that I had a […]
God I feel guilty. I promised you more calligraphy ages ago and I never coughed up. Please release me from the promise? See, my joints are not as recovered as I thought. And work is going to eat a lot of my pain tolerance for at least the next 12 months. But I will calligraph […]
You know the way you can hate yourself after an extreme scene? Well, Shakespeare did too. And, of course, he describes it better than anyone. Sonnet 129 Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
When I was a sleep-deprived undergraduate, the only thing I got out of The Romance of the Rose was the lover finally getting to pluck the rose – yes, that’s exactly what you’re supposed to be thinking. Somehow I managed to miss this wonderful meeting point between medieval fealty and courtly love. And then I […]
Poor Robert Frost would be turning over in his grave. He probably wasn’t writing about masochism. And yet he said it for us. How the good stuff makes you feel real and alive and more. To Earthward Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; […]