January 2,  2004

      i was invited to sign up to the Cunning Linguist webring.  i'm a bit surprised actually (yet still very pleased) because most of the journals at that site tell a lot more about their sexual lives than i mention here.  So i always thought i was too tame for them.  But hey - they invited me! :-)

      i am constantly surprised when i find out people read this journal.  i shouldn't be after all these years, but when i'm writing my thoughts, i rarely think about someone else reading them.  Well except for Himself - if He didn't read my journal i'd be pretty insulted.  No matter what, this writing is often a good pulse measurement on our relationship - allowing me to express things i wouldn't normally, and allowing Him the opportunity to know what's in my head.

      And what amazes me after all this writing time, is that i still cannot write my private thoughts when He is in the room.  Which is really daffy considering He'll read them only moments later.  i can do my art in front of Him - that seems to be evolving quite nicely ... but rarely can i write.  Weirdness.

      Our first day into the new year found us wide awake at about 5 a.m.  Himself decided that would be a very good time to go "bump in the night."  That's another thing that hasn't changed over the years - we are still "morning" people.  Which is sometimes problematic now, with me having to get up earlier for the dreaded commute to work.  (i think i've managed to complain about this point in quite a few journal entries now *s*)

      But anyway, He decided to let His fingers do the walking and find some tender bits of mine, in the darkness before dawn.  Yum.  And managed to smack my inner thighs a couple times when i forgot to ask before i came.  Oops.  

      There's nothing like a little 'under the blanket' sports to start the year off nicely.  And i've added this in, in honour of the good folks at Cunning Linguist, but that's as much as i intend to share this time round.  Maybe i'll get braver later on.  Heh.

      Himself has been asked to speak at the Top 'n bottom Whitby location, this month.  They are decidedly Old Guard practitioners - most of which have the same values as He and i.  So it ought to be very interesting - and refreshing to go to a place where most of the people think the same as we do.  

      So 2004 is already starting to speed up.  Come Monday morning, these past few quiet weeks will be over, and we'll be hitting the ground running when we jump out of the bed.  Back to His Aikido, back to my oil painting (yeah! - although i have been playing at it during the holidays) and both of us back to work (boo!)

      From the guest book (thank you Danielle!):

"If a slave is blindfolded, gagged and ears muffled in the middle of a dungeon and therefore, no one hears or sees, do they then not exist?"

      Any thoughts on this one?