I’m on my way to Ontario for a gathering of the clan – I haven’t seen my brothers, both together, in 5 years. My sister and I have a run planned. I’m going to madly hug all my family. My grandmum especially. At 86, I feel like the moments we get now are numbered.

My cousin and his wife got me the ticket, otherwise I would not be going.  And I also would not being going if it weren’t for the incredible generousity of my friends C&C. They are watching my peeps as I go back east. There aren’t enough thank yous, aren’t enough words to express how grateful I am.  I am happily sitting at the airport, a stupid amount of time before my flight but I wanted to squeeze in a Misty visit.  Which I managed to. Dirty, sexy, parking lot sex. Way to fast, not enough snuggling, but I will take it! Eat all of it up I possibly can!

I just saw that my friend sent me a bit of his book he is writing about poly relationships – I’ve got stuff to read!  He is very insightful about it, I really relate to how he sees things (and I think he and his girl are da bomb).

I was talking to one of my Aunts the other day – Aunt C. She is into D/s. I kind of nudged her towards fetlife and the rest fell into place for her. Anyway, she was filling me in on her relationship and it was just adorable. I’m happy for her. She has been so alone for the last 25 years… it was high time. Her youngest sister, my Aunt S thinks it could be damaging, the D/s dynamic. But I say, full steam ahead! What is living if not with a few skinned (or mangled) knees? 

It made me think about my first Dom, and how it was an awakening and also painful. I wrote a whole bunch of stuff about that and then deleted it. 

I’m at the airport for a few hours does anyone have any questions/banter/let’s-post-back-and-forth-about-shit-in-the-archaic-messaging-system-on-tumblr publicly? 🙂