Speaking of which, Steph, I can't find shibaru in Los Angeles.
That's unpossible!
Wait. I'm pretty sure Master K is in LA. He's got to have something going on. Or the larger general kink groups might have rope sub-groups (no pun intended). Let me look.
There's a group on FL called So Cal Shibari. It looks like their events rotate between LA and points south of LA. There's gotta be more, though.
There's a group on FL called So Cal Shibari.
I don't know how to navigate FL. It's all very overwhelming.
I have a strawberry blackberry cobbler in the oven. I doubt it's healthy, but it smells awfully good.
Oooh, looks like I'll be spending two weeks in DC in January. I'll be doing a show at Arena Stage.
Can strawberries and blackberries live in peace?
I braved the Army-Navy Surplus store to get CJ a second uniform. Oh man, could I have fun in there, but we bee lined in for what we needed and then straight out again.
Reminds me, I need to buy a shitload of ripe peaches at the market tomorrow (love my market, you tell them you want ready ripe, every vendor will dig through the buckets to find the ripest. You want ones that will last a week of lunches? They do that too.) Want to slice them up and freeze them for the fall. They are really damned good right now. Peachy and vanilla-y and so sweet. I've been eating 2-3 a day despite my adversarial relationship with peachfuzz.