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I’ve had a ton of work to catch up on, and believe it or not, that’s good for my overthinky brain (until it isn’t — the tipping point always sneaks up on me). Lots of work also means I’ve been less out-and-about than usual, and that’s been good for my not-yet-healed metatarsals (and, I suppose, physical rest is good for that new clicky sound in my knee — it’s different than the usual soft crunching sounds).
In addition to working, I’ve been catching up on sleep, reading, and working through my backlog of media — largely comprised of podcasts, a few documentaries, and stand-up specials. What’s surprising is that I’ve also done some binge TV watching, and that’s not something I usually do. My general ignorance of popular television and film is a strange point of pride, so admitting to binge watching feels a bit shameful.
Granted, I always do other things while consuming media — housework, gardening, lawn-mowing, admin busy work, etc. Usually it’s podcasts, but anything that keeps my brain occupied during menial activities is good. Binge watching (/listening to) TV shows fits the bill. Buying a few sets of “wireless” Bluetooth earbuds was one of the best impulse buys I’ve ever made (damn you Kinja Deals!). With Bluetooth earbuds, the iPad stays put and I can go about my house or yard work untethered.
I’m a happy homebody, but I really need to get out and do some actual grocery shopping. I’ve been living on Greek yogurt, kale, and a few frozen mangoes for more than a week. While that sounds terrifically healthy (and delicious), it’s actually kinda awful.
The yogurt keeps my digestive system running like clockwork, which is great (I have a notoriously sloth-like digestive system). However… the only thing going through that digestive system is kale.
Kale is 5% vitamins and minerals and 95% fiber. Actually, it’s worse than fiber. It’s roughage — the tough stuff — like mulch, dried brambles, fibrous shrubbery, or brittle tree branches.
Basically, the combination of yogurt and kale have turned my body into a wood chipper.
My butthole is very angry.
more about my asshole…
| errant ass worship J is both orally fixated and completely indiscriminate. He’s a mouth slut. If his mouth is on it, in it, or around it, he’s a happy man. For that, I am a lucky woman… |
to shave an asshole I picked up the razor, looked over my shoulder, and HOLY SHIT. Biggest. Asshole. Ever. My makeup mirror is 10x magnification, so my asshole was about the size of a baseball… [read more]
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up(date) my ass My cat’s name is “Asshole.” I did not shave the cat, but I suspect it might have been easier than shaving my asshole… I imagine the risk of blood loss is roughly the same… [read more]
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Thu, 06 Aug 2015 19:04:51 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/08/catching-up-chipping-wood-crunching-kale.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/married-single-everyone-drinks.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/married-single-everyone-drinks.html
I’m back. I traveled — by land, by sea, and by air — and now I’m back.
The trip wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t great, either. All things considered, I wish I had stayed home. My foot isn’t any less broken, I have a bunch of work emails to catch up on, and on the whole, I did not enjoy seeing old friends.
My friends suck. Or maybe I suck. Or maybe nobody sucks because we’ve just grown apart and friendships are hard to maintain. To be fair, perhaps I should say friendships are hard to revisit (rekindle?) since there’s been little maintenance.
Most of my oldest friends (from high school and university) fall into one of two categories: 1) the marrieds with kids, or 2) the singles.
The Marrieds
The marrieds with kids (or married with dogs, or trying for kids/dogs) are WAY into being married (and/or raising kids) — their lives are ABOUT being married… for better or worse. Marriage and children are either the best-thing-in-the-whole-fucking-world or the worst mistake of their lives.[1]
The marrieds drink a lot… mostly cheap wine and shitty domestic beer.
The Singles
The singles can be divided into three subcategories: a) the ones who desperately want to be married, b) the ones who are now hatefully divorced, and/or c) a few who haven’t gotten the memo that college is over, we’re not in our twenties anymore, it’s time to grow the fuck up.[2] For the record, subcategory “c” has nothing to do with relationship status or sex partners — it has to do with lack of passion or ambition (for anything — work, love, hobbies, etc).
The singles drink a lot too… but they’re all over the map. They drink everything, including, but not limited to:
- cosmopolitans in unbalanced martini glasses garnished with unnaturally spiraled lemon twists
…fuck Sex in the City… seriously.
- two-for-one well drinks, drafts, and happy hour specials
…are you familiar with the shame that comes with ordering a “bucket-o-beer”?
- weird, complicated shots named for body parts, sex acts, and general nonsense, e.g., Buttery Nipple, Blow Job, and Duck Fart.[3]
…drinks that scream “I’m holding onto youth with both hands” or “I’m holding onto youth with one hand… and I’ll jerk you off with the other.”
- layered cocktails of exotic fruit liqueurs delicately dripped over gigantic spherical ice cubes, infused with herbal aroma vapors, garnished with edible flowers
…is it supposed to taste like lavender Febreze?
Anyway, I just didn’t enjoy anyone’s company (though I did my best to be good company) or conversations… and that feels weird, or a little disappointing? I don’t know. Maybe it just wasn’t what I expected.
Things change. People change. Relationships change. But thankfully, drinking is forever.
Wed, 29 Jul 2015 00:41:34 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/married-single-everyone-drinks.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/drunk-email.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/drunk-email.html
I’m either fucking awesome or total shit at drunk emailing. One of those.
It is safe to say I’m terrible at drunk dialing since I sent a drunk email to test the waters first. Who does that? I can’t even fuck up like a normal person.
Anyway, (clearly) things aren’t going well between the boy and I. <sarcasm> Quelle surprise </sarcasm> — there are only about a million miles between us (literally and metaphorically…).
Tue, 14 Jul 2015 04:52:29 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/drunk-email.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/true-sadism.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/true-sadism.html
Deep thought? Dumb thought. Thought…
A thing that happened in my head.
Real sadists™ don’t need fetishy torture tools, expensive equipment, or elaborate sexy plans.
Real sadists need only creativity and a genuine appreciation for others’ pain.
… and glitter. I fucking hate glitter.
Sun, 12 Jul 2015 06:38:29 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/true-sadism.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/back-in-town-slightly-broken.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/back-in-town-slightly-broken.html
After being on the road (and off road, too), I’m back at home… for the moment (at least).
I’ve been traveling, but I wouldn’t call it a vacation. In my mind, vacations are for doing nothing, and nothing is something I could do at home all by myself.
I’m visiting friends and doing things, though not doing things as well as I could be. My plans have been slightly affected by a slightly broken foot. Slightly.
It’s a familiar stress fracture that’s been annoying me every few years since college. I worked my way through school — I mean, I really fucking worked — at whatever jobs I could find. In addition to odd and temp jobs, I tended bar at a poorly conceived bar / club / restaurant and small performance venue for acts touring between bigger cities.
It wasn’t unusual for me to abandon my post behind the bottles to help bar back or rearrange the room when it was needed. One night while moving tables to accommodate a band that needed more space than we prepared for, a particularly flimsy cocktail waitress dropped her side of a four seat high top table off a riser, crashing the entire weight of the thing down onto my left instep.
Within a couple of hours, it was pretty clear my foot was broken, but I finished my shift. I didn’t have health insurance to get it checked anyway, nor did I have the money to take any time off work — not that night or any other night.
So, I bartended on a broken foot for months and popped ibuprofen like tic tacs. I took a big bag of ice back to my tiny apartment every morning after closing down the bar (sometimes I wasn’t done until 4 or 5 in the morning). I filled a five gallon paint bucket with the ice, added some water, and iced my foot until I couldn’t feel it anymore. After that, on good days, I got some sleep. On bad days, I took a shower and went to class exhausted and clutching a tankard of coffee in shaking hands.
I was lucky it wasn’t a terribly bad break — the pain wasn’t enough to keep me from working. But, as health insurance funded x-rays would show years later, it didn’t heal correctly — so, I get stress fractures every now and then. Some doctor told me that he could rebreak the bone and set it properly, but even that might not fix it for good. Having my bones broken doesn’t sound like an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon (particularly with no promise of improvement), so I live with it.
I’m lucky it doesn’t bother me more often, but every couple of years, I do something to aggravate it, and it reminds me of its existence for weeks (or months).
A few weeks ago, I reinjured it on a climbing wall while getting reacquainted with my gear in preparation for summer travel, seeing friends, and doing things… things like climbing and sailing.
Sailing was easy enough, but I’m not sure if I can climb.
So… I’m home, resting a bit, and trying to figure that out.
Thu, 09 Jul 2015 06:08:29 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/07/back-in-town-slightly-broken.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/essential-differences.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/essential-differences.html
On Thu, Jun 25, 2015 at 7:49 PM, MyBoy wrote:
Ma’am,
I’m fooling around with video editing and working to become proficient making animated GIFs by lifting frames from movies. If you have any ideas for something you’d like to use on your blog, I’d be happy to try and make one for you.
You are likely very proficient at this kind of thing already, and my early attempts are bound to be crude. So, any requests you make would be doing me a favor as I need the practice.
On Thu, Jun 25, 2015 at at 9:06 PM, D wrote:
hover for gif-tastic animation
Ok… now I’m curious. Why on earth do you need to learn how to make GIFs?
On Thu, Jun 25, 2015 at 11:16 PM, MyBoy wrote:
Well, I saw a few BDSM porn GIFs on Tumblr I thought were slick. And by ‘a few’ I mean 5%. I like the way certain pics/GIFs look next to erotica and was looking into what it takes to make them. Just a random thing.
I don’t think smut ‘has to have’ the images, but sometimes it’s effective. *shrug*
Alright, if you should change your mind for whatever reason, please let me know.
On Thu, Jun 25, 2015 at at 11:46 PM, D wrote:
You don’t know how to do something, but you appreciate how it could be used to increase the effectiveness of hot, sexy, wordy porn stuff.
I do know how to do the thing, and I use my skills to make a dog hump a Pokemon toy (in perpetuity) and illustrate “orgasms are weird!” with a 25 year old toddler toy.
Sat, 27 Jun 2015 03:29:41 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/essential-differences.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/recurring-dream-variations-on-theme.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/recurring-dream-variations-on-theme.html
J and I are trying to untangle an amorphous snarl of hurt feelings, miscommunications, and mismatched expectations related to the relationship (past, present, and future). Yeah… we’re still something.
That something? I’m not sure what to call it. It’s a relationship where we’re broken up without a break up, in a situation where we’re physically separate, but not emotionally separated. We’re not together, but not apart. We’re both single, but not looking* because we’re still in love (but doomed).
What do you call that? A mess? Sure. But it’s the mess we find ourselves in. It’s one we’ve been in, but I’ve been hesitant to talk about because I’m not sure how to talk about it, because there’s so much unresolved, and because it’s probably boring to read about.
Recently, he hit an emotional breaking point because I’ve been distant. I’ve been distant because he’s not handled my feelings well since he left. (How’s that for vague?)
Anyway, I’ve had a recurring dream since he left — not a single dream, but variations on a theme. The details of the dreams that remain constant are that it’s always he and I, alone together, in an otherwise empty space.
In the weeks right after he left…
I dream of fucking him on a couch in a big empty room (in a big empty house). The house is unfamiliar — it isn’t his or mine — and it’s not clear who is moving out, or moving in, or whether we are moving separately or together.
As the months passed…
The dream evolves into one that begins with us in an elevator going down. We are leaving some sort of party (not a loud boisterous celebration, but a dark room filled with sweaty bodies twisting against one another). The elevator doors open into a massive, dimly lit, empty industrial space. We take a few steps into the room before I turn, back him into a wall, and maul him. There is no sex, but lots of hungry kisses and crude groping. When he tries to move away from the wall, I shove him back, wrench his head to get at his mouth, and maul him again.
That dream morphed into…
I find him seated at a huge dining table, set up for a banquet or reception, only in medieval times (I blame binge watching Game of Thrones for that). He is the only one in the room. I pull back his chair, unzip his pants, and pull his cock free. Lifting my skirt, I straddle him, slip his cock inside me and start grinding. Neither one of us speaks, but we both know we have to fuck quickly before anyone else enters the room.
In hindsight, I realize these dreams come in the days following some sort of emotional turmoil or tension between us (happy, hot tension or sad and frustrated stuff). In our most recent tangle, I sent a long, painstakingly written (emotionally draining) letter.
The dream shifted again…
We are outdoors on a massive stone staircase, looking down. It’s unclear what’s below and what’s above — there are concrete steps and nothing more. I stand; he is seated next to my feet. He reaches up, wraps his arms around my waist, and rests his head against my hip.
He asks if I feel him, if I can feel his arms around me, if I can feel his weight against mine.
“Of course,” I tell him… but it’s not true.
I see him there — he is flesh and bone and blood — but I can’t feel him.
Mon, 22 Jun 2015 16:53:47 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/recurring-dream-variations-on-theme.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/framing-the-debate.html http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/framing-the-debate.html
| Elliot Roger | UC Santa Barbara | Dylann Roof | Emanuel AME Church |
| MAY 23, 2014 | 6 DEAD, 14 INJURED | JUNE 17, 2015 | 9 DEAD |
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Everyone: I guess we’ll never know why he did it. Shooter: I did it because I hate women. “Women are vicious, evil, barbaric animals, and they need to be treated as such.” Everyone: I guess we’ll never know. |
Everyone: I guess we’ll never know why he did it. Shooter: I did it because I hate black people. “I have to do it. You’re raping our women and taking over the country. You have to go.” Everyone: I guess we’ll never know. |
based on Tweet by @MaryTylerMog
Mental illness alone didn’t prompt Elliot Roger and Dylann Roof to take innocent lives. Both killers had a worldview, a rationale, and a target population. Roger did it because he hated women, and Roof did it because he hates black people. But hate isn’t a mental illness — it’s an ideology. Misogyny and racism aren’t unique ideologies of lone men — they’re deeply entrenched, pervasive cultural systems that shape the worldviews of significant populations. Because Roger and Roof are both products of larger systems, neither man’s violence can be dismissed as the singular action of an unstable person.
I’m glad to see people getting on top of the dialogue and framing what happened at Emanuel AME as what it is: a racist hate crime and an act of domestic terrorism. While some part of me understands the calls to refrain from politicizing — people are dead; families and communities are mourning — it seems impossible because the massacre at Emanuel AME was political.
Dylann Roof intended to make a political statement. After he was caught, Roof told investigators the same thing he told friends over the past six months — he wanted to start a race war. Refusing to acknowledge his intent denies the existence of racism as a political issue, and depoliticizing racism wont make it go away.
Using a racist hate crime to talk about racism is appropriate. Using this particular massacre to talk about gun control is understandable (since a gun was used to end nine people’s lives). But calling it an “attack on faith” to promote the myth of Christian persecution is inexcusable.
Inexcusable, you say? Cue Fox News…
Yesterday on Fox & Friends, the humanoid trio of styrofoam packing peanuts feigned concern and framed the attack as one on Christians. They spoke to Bishop E. W. Jackson — a black man/minister/failed politician/conservative commentator — who cautioned against assuming a racial motivation, instead pointing to imaginary faith-based motivations for violence against Christians.
Jackson wants to arm congregations (with actual fucking firearms) in preparation for faith-based hate crimes. Seriously. I’m not making this up. If it weren’t Fox News, you’d think it was satire…
“Last night’s deadly attack taking place at an historic church in South Carolina, the gunman’s horrifying attack on faith killing 9 people, including a famed pastor. So, if we’re not safe in our own churches, then where are we safe?”
– Elizabeth Hasselback, Survivor contestant/View co-host, NFL wife
“…I am deeply concerned this gunman chose to go into a church, because there does seem to be a rising hostility against Christians across this country because of our biblical views. And, I just think it’s something we have to be aware of and not create an atmosphere where people take out their violent intentions against Christians.”
– BISHOP E.W. JACKSON, minister, politician, conservative talking head
“…extraordinarily they called it a hate crime — uhhh, and some look at it, because it was a white guy, apparently, and a black church, uhh, but you made a great point just a moment ago about the hostility towards Christians, so — and it was a church! So, maybe that’s what their talking about. They haven’t explained it to us.”
– STEVE DOUCHEY, BS in Journalism, human silly putty
Video above (3:57); Full transcript available on DailyKos.
Sat, 20 Jun 2015 03:36:16 +0000 Dumb Domme en-US http://dumbdomme.com/2015/06/framing-the-debate.html
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