I like chains.
The sound, the feel, the coolness and how they warm up next to your skin. The liquidy feeling of them as they glide down the stretch of your back, into the small of your back, traveling the length of the muscles on your thighs, invading every crack and crevice of your senses. Slithering metallicly to the floor, catching the glint of the light, winking at the knowledge of their strength and it’s capability of limiting all of your movement. The heaviness reminding you of their power.
I had a cat for 18 years. My daughter was a preteen and “had” to have a pet. I had a few dogs when I was growing up, never a cat. I didn’t not like cats,, but never wanted one. We lived in a three story condo. Me, in my pessimistic thinking saw me as the one walking up and down the three stories taking this puppy out for bathroom breaks, walks, scenery and all of the other needs dogs have. The cat won by default. She picked out a scrawny, dirty, crusty eyed mewing loudly thing. That cat did clean up nicely and as I suspected, the cat was mine after the first two weeks. For not wanting or really liking cats much, she grew on me. A lot. The last few years she was alive she was old, sick, and didn’t get around very well. I didn’t have the heart to put her down. Wanted her to pass on naturally. Couldn’t wait until I could be animal free. She finally became sick enough that I had to put her down. Within two days, I wanted another cat.
I now have two cats. They came with the boxes. And Tutivillus. I like them. They had been here one week, when I told him, if you ever leave ,the cats stay.
Jak likes string. He jumps, licks, bites and tries to swing at it. I will sometime play with him with it. It is a fun game. I tire of this game, Jak doesn’t. Last night, I played with the string before going to bed. I then put the string down. As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard crash, bang, slurp. And more slurps. Jak had the string. I got up, put the string away. The rest of the night, I was stalked. Jak stared, paced, knocked objects off the dresser, jumped up, then off the bed. Repeat.
Today. The string is his.
I requested a song to be sung to me before going to sleep last night. I expected a nice love song, maybe a lullaby. I was NOT expecting a grunge rock, heavy metal compilation of three fingers in your vag, and sticking your head in dutch oven style and not seeing anything but hearing a wet sound. But, how can you be sad when you have three fingers in your vag.? This, although true, is not the most romantic song.
Learned my lesson in asking for what you want instead of a generalized request. I am learning that in many ways lately. Live with a sadist and you will quickly learn to be very specific. Specific has never been my strong suit. I like neh, sure, whatever, those kind of negotiation words. Those just don’t seem to be very good for my well being! Not that I have minded! I am a sadomasochist. I very much love to inflict pain on others, I do enjoy it immensely! But I also like to receive said pain. I am also very particular about what type, amount and where said pain is inflicted! Some might say I am a little bit bratty in this area! Not sure who those people are, but yes, some might say that! Yes, negotiation is at the top of my list of things to learn. That and rap. Three fingers can go in other orifices…… Yes, I am willing to suffer the consequences!
Those consequences are nothing compared to what I would give out for a dutch oven scene……
It is snowing. I think the groundhog lied. Or got lost. News, yes, on again today, says not planning on stopping. They describe a “wet slushy” rain. I am seeing snow. Pictures don’t come close to showing the amount of snow that I am looking at right now. It is starting to snow harder. I like it hard, but didn’t really mean snow. Damn.
I like winter ok, it is a nice break from yardwork, shaving legs, and watering. I am done with it now. Maybe I should do the six month move every year. Australia, that is where I should go. Spring, summer and fall, repeat. Yes, I like. Except the naming of animals. Really, an emu, platypus, a kookaburra and the dingo. Who comes up with names like that? Not even on a good night could I come up with that much humiliation! Guess I will just keep the snow boots.
This morning I am going to follow through on starting a blog. Vodka, friends, whips, talk of porn and an expressed thought of wanting to start one leads to this. Hopefully enough coffee will be ingested prior to writing, but not a promise!
I am looking around this morning, seeing my life and all that is included. TV is on, I turned the news on this morning. To most, that is not an odd thing, to those that know me, it is quite a change. I haven’t turned the TV on in years. Nothing worth watching, prefer other interests. The change in routine has me thinking. And pondering. Flashing back to the past. Three months, six months a year, two years, etc. Amazing the changes that have happened. The largest amount in the past six months. Six months ago I lived with my adult daughter, a sick, 18 year old cat, and no interest in anything else. Now, my daughter has her own apartment. My sick cat is now at peace. And I have a live in relationship, which brought two young, playful cats and all new rituals. All of this has just happened, seemingly like a train hitting.
I’ve never cared much for trains.
I think sometimes trains can be good.