Sorry for the Absence

I haven't been feeling well, but I will be back as soon as I can to review a book entitled Fifty Shades of Grey.  It sounds somewhat promising, but I want to give it a good, thorough going-over before I say anything for or against it.

Funk--the REAL Music of Peace?

This is just a thought with a couple of personal observations thrown in.

Ever notice how no one ever gets upset when funk music is playing?  Well, ok, the average person doesn't.  Conservative right-wingers do, but they don't count, because they're not really people.

George Clinton of Parliament Funkadelic was a hippie, and other hippies hung out with him, and George didn't care what color or religion or creed or gender or whatever you were, so long as you were a good musician who dug his groove and who didn't hassle him.

I have never been angry when funk was playing.  In fact, to me, funk is like dope, only without the munchies and the illegal shit waiting to happen.  So how 'bout it, dear Readers?  What do you think is the ultimate music for peace?

And Now for Something Completely Different--but Not Entirely

Henry the Dom

Make no judgments until you watch the WHOLE THING!  Brides of Funkenstein, indeed!

Ya fuckin' psycho!

File Under WTF?

I am a knitter.  I am a proud knitter who is a member of Ravelry, and one of the Rav boards I read quite frequently is one called Lazy, Stupid & Godless (we're none of these, btw--can you say IRONY, INDEED dear Readers?  ::pats you on the head::  I knew you could!).

I just have to get this off my chest, and I will not be using internet acronyms for a great deal of this post.  If you have trouble understanding big words as they are written by adults, then mayhaps you ought not read the rest of this post.  In fact, if you have trouble with big words, you shouldn't be reading this blog you fucking moron.

So. . . here's what a dear and intelligent and open-minded reader posted over on our delightful board:

Did you make it all the way through?  Good for you!  I did, too, and here's why.  First, let me just say it took me a few times to catch the gist of the whole thing, because the first time through, when I saw Michelle Bachman-Turner Overbite, followed by Prick Perry, I zoned out.  I always do this when conservatives open their stupid fucking mouths.  Where are the ball gags for these people?  I mean really!  Then I had to rush to the bathroom when (M)Anne Coulter got on there.  Ever notice how her Adam's Apple bobs up and down when (s)he speaks?  Oh, (M)Anney, I think there's something you're not telling the rest of the world!

Here's what I have trouble getting my head around:  for a bunch of people who think sex is wrong, that sex education should be kept out of schools, and that liberals like me ought to be strung up publicly by her twat, they sure do seem focused on sex!  Oh, don't get me wrong, they're also focused on sending minorities "back from whence they came" even if they were born in this country and they see their own offspring as pets rather than people, but I'm digressing and getting off-topic.  They also seem focused on a threat that's. . . not  a threat.

Someone also posted a 0:45-second response, which was so garbled I couldn't understand it, except that she kept repeating, "It's her life, it's her body."  The rest of it sounded like mousefarts coming out of her mouth.

What's even more frightening--many many people in this country take this shit seriously.  They actually see homosexuality as a disease.  They actually think they're going to get into some sort of Heaven (wherever that is) and that their God (whoever he is) is going to save their sorry asses, and that they are right.  Even though they are being terribly unChristian, hideously God-like in their judgment, and are spreading a message of poisonous hate that would make Jesus blush and later say, "I don't know those people.  They are NOT associated with me."  Wait--didn't the US go after terrorists in the Middle East?  Weren't they spreading hatred too?  Where's the fucking legislation that stops this shit, people?  Tim McVey was a home-grown terrorist.  Where are the laws that stop people who torture and kill homosexuals for just living their lives?  Why is it that this shit still isn't really considered a hate crime and conservative right-wingers aren't considered the most dangerous terrorists of fucking all?

If they're doing this shit to vanilla gays, bis, transgendered, lesbians, and others, imagine what a field day they'd have with us. . .

I look forward to any nasty, hideous, I-totally-agree-with-these people responses.  Please look forward to my responses as well, and if it turns into harassment, I'll see your ass in court.

It's Been a Long Time. . . .

As soon as I thought of blogging this AM, the first words that popped into my head were these:

Yes, Romeo Must Die IS an awesome flick, and you might want to see it sometime.

I finally finished TammyJo Eckhart and Fox's At Her Feet.  Oh. . . My. . . Goddess. . .

What a wonderful read!  Chock-full-a good information for the novice, and I think it's GREAT that Tammy Jo has a Doctoral degree and has studied all the various forms of slavery--both historical and within the BDSM community--in-depth.  I was struggling with the offer of slavery, and my potential slave was worried about this too.  I'll write him later to ease his fears.  He has been afraid and I have caused him a great deal of sorrow and depression over this.  jay, I'm publicly apologizing.  Right here, right now.  I AM SORRY.

I have also been considering some other things, things which don't necessarily have to do with the Lifestyle, but which may later have some bearing upon it.

I've always been interested in physical fitness, and I take great pains to keep myself in shape.  So. . . . I'm considering becoming a Russian Kettlebell Certified instructor.  This means lots of readings by Pavel Tsatsouline, Russian Kettlebell master Extraordinaire, and lots and LOTS of hanging leg raises.  Swings and snatches, too!  I'll keep you posted!

It's been a long time. . . . shouldn'a' left you. . . . wid'out a dope beat t'step to. . . .