Snyder ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
If you didn't Trud, she's either seen something like before, or now has a funny little tidbit to share with friends at drinks this weekend.
That makes me feel a little better. I already feel like a creep for her making my bed at ALL. (Usually I do that myself when she's coming because I know she WILL -- do I usually do that when she's not? No. Not so much. I keep the house very tidy and I sort of love having a slob-hole that's MINE ALL MINE)
And it really is a wicked looking thing. [link]
I know y'all don't want to hear about my dream but you were all in it! So skip ahead if you still don't care.
I dreamt I was at a f2f in London because Jilli (now a major star with her own Saturday morning TV show) had sprung for tickets for anyone who could not afford the airfare. We had a live band at prom called The Corgi Queens. I guess that's it, it was just so vivid I woke up feeling like I'd actually been to London. Maybe it's all that Doctor Who I watch.
You could go with something a little more discreet, Trudy: [link]
Several years ago I threw away all the sex toys because the movers were coming and I was so embarassed at the idea that they might see them. (But I coulnd't take them on the plane!)
Raq, that thing is SICK
(in the good way)
Several years ago I threw away all the sex toys because the movers were coming and I was so embarassed at the idea that they might see them. (But I coulnd't take them on the plane!)
Hah! This is where having a box (not a clear plastic one!) is helpful.
Though you could totally take them on the plane...you just have to beware of TSA agents at the screening going "Mmmhmm, what is this?"
If you didn't Trud, she's either seen something like before, or now has a funny little tidbit to share with friends at drinks this weekend.
I know I've told this story before: I housesat/dogsat for some friends who went out of town for a week. The friends had a cleaning service come every other week, and informed me ahead of time that that was the week, so don't freak out if I came over and it was all clean.
Well, I had never had a cleaning service before, so I didn't know they MADE THE BEDS. I left my bed in the guest bedroom in pretty much the disarray you would expect. When I got home after work, I found the bed made, with the BDSM novel I forgot that I left under the covers neatly set on top of the comforter. And there was really no mistaking it for any other kind of book, based on the picture on the front.
Ooops.
Several years ago I threw away all the sex toys
Oh my. In thinking what that would look like for us, I just realized that we are NOT NORMAL.
t edit Further proof:
This is where having a box (not a clear plastic one!) is helpful.
Uh, "a" box? NSM. It's literally (not counting Ava's clothes, because that is a whole wardrobe and I do not exaggerate) the equivalent of maybe 4 pieces of luggage, including a carry-on. Maybe 5. And not the suitcases that almost qualify as carry-ons, either.
Damn.
NOT NORMAL.
t edit again Jesus, I forgot what was in the attic. Let's just say "a lot" and leave it at that.
Uh, "a" box? NSM. It's literally (not counting Ava's clothes, because that is a whole wardrobe and I do not exaggerate) the equivalent of maybe 4 pieces of luggage, including a carry-on. Maybe 5. And not the suitcases that almost qualify as carry-ons, either.
Hah! I didn't say what SIZE box (though I wasn't counting clothing--if I had to hide my drag clothes and corsets and tutus, we'd have an issue). But I did find myself last second realizing I should remove the whip and riding crop that were hanging from my bedpost, before my parents came to see the place...
I dreamt I was at a f2f in London because Jilli (now a major star with her own Saturday morning TV show) had sprung for tickets for anyone who could not afford the airfare.
If I become a major star with my own Saturday morning TV show (which would be SO MUCH FUN, yes please!), I promise to do this.
if I had to hide my drag clothes and corsets and tutus, we'd have an issue
I am useful as Tim's excuse for all the clothes and shoes, as long as no one looks closely and realizes I would never fit into the clothes and my feet are too small for the shoes.
Cleaning before we go out of town and have a dogsitter is comical.