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From Facebook posts of the past few days:
- (While in SLC) This Cymbalta test drive is crashing. I suddenly have a ton of stomach acid and the constant nausea from that is ridonculous. If I'm supposed to double the dose next week, it'll be bad. So I'm not taking it tomorrow, since it's making me miss out on conference fun tonight. Left a msg for my doc. Googling indicates this is a common side-effect. Fuk dat.
- I'm having so much more fun in SLC at RMOL now that my stomach isn't jacked up. Both of our classes went well and we got great volunteers. Gonna take another Lew Rubens class tomorrow. Total sweetheart.
- I had an orgasm when one of the RMOL (Rocky Mountain Olympus Leather) volunteers started scratching my back. He was really, really good at back scratching. I had an orgasm once from a friend sucking my armpit at a bar. I've had them from biting into very good sushi. I've had them from watching fire spinners/breathers. I've had them in fountains when the water has hit my chest with a big thump. I had one once from getting my toes sucked. Another time when my boy dropped to his knees and told me I was beautiful (we'd been having sex all weekend and my system was flooded with endorphins already). I've had them mannnny times from lighting people on fire. I've had one when spanking someone to tears and she crawled into my lap, sobbing, and asked for more. I've had them while slapping people in the face, electrocuting them, delivering brutal spankings and whippings, from doing blood play with people annnnd... yeah.
- Bought an elastrator at a farm/ranch supply store in Evanston. Aw yeah. $12.99! We initially went in to shop for some rope. The guy who was there to cut off lengths of rope wanted to know what i'd be using it for. "Arts and crafts." He didn't know what macramé was and probably didn't understand why I tied my own wrist up and then left the store with an elastrator and a large metal stick.
- J told me how Wilbur waited for me by the back door while I was away. I asked Wilbur if he waited for Mama on the rug (in the back hall) while I was gone and he walked over to a spot on the rug, stood there a moment, then came back to talk some more. J confirmed that was the spot he'd laid down for most of the weekend. Smart Wilbur, showing me where he'd waited.
- Got all the equipment unpacked from the weekend and am starting on packing for the next. I'd like to print out a page with male genital physiology to pass out. I need a damned printer that works.
- Poop or masturbate. Masturbate or poop. It occurred to me while pondering my choices that I have several friends who would not see the need to choose one or the other when simultaneity is not only possible, but preferable.
- Heard back from my doctor. She wants me to continue the Cymbalta, but take Prilosec for the stomach acid. And take it on a full stomach. Oy. The Cymbalta is $35/month. The Prilosec is approx $20/month. This shit had better be worth it.
- The dogs just raced into my office together to tell me something. Wilbur was leading the way. I asked them what they wanted. Wilbur licked his lips. "You want food?" Wilbur gave his 'hell yeah' head shake and they turned around to let me follow them out. They also conned me into some treats since I was in the kitchen anyway.
- (While in SLC) This Cymbalta test drive is crashing. I suddenly have a ton of stomach acid and the constant nausea from that is ridonculous. If I'm supposed to double the dose next week, it'll be bad. So I'm not taking it tomorrow, since it's making me miss out on conference fun tonight. Left a msg for my doc. Googling indicates this is a common side-effect. Fuk dat.
- I'm having so much more fun in SLC at RMOL now that my stomach isn't jacked up. Both of our classes went well and we got great volunteers. Gonna take another Lew Rubens class tomorrow. Total sweetheart.
- I had an orgasm when one of the RMOL (Rocky Mountain Olympus Leather) volunteers started scratching my back. He was really, really good at back scratching. I had an orgasm once from a friend sucking my armpit at a bar. I've had them from biting into very good sushi. I've had them from watching fire spinners/breathers. I've had them in fountains when the water has hit my chest with a big thump. I had one once from getting my toes sucked. Another time when my boy dropped to his knees and told me I was beautiful (we'd been having sex all weekend and my system was flooded with endorphins already). I've had them mannnny times from lighting people on fire. I've had one when spanking someone to tears and she crawled into my lap, sobbing, and asked for more. I've had them while slapping people in the face, electrocuting them, delivering brutal spankings and whippings, from doing blood play with people annnnd... yeah.
- Bought an elastrator at a farm/ranch supply store in Evanston. Aw yeah. $12.99! We initially went in to shop for some rope. The guy who was there to cut off lengths of rope wanted to know what i'd be using it for. "Arts and crafts." He didn't know what macramé was and probably didn't understand why I tied my own wrist up and then left the store with an elastrator and a large metal stick.
- J told me how Wilbur waited for me by the back door while I was away. I asked Wilbur if he waited for Mama on the rug (in the back hall) while I was gone and he walked over to a spot on the rug, stood there a moment, then came back to talk some more. J confirmed that was the spot he'd laid down for most of the weekend. Smart Wilbur, showing me where he'd waited.
- Got all the equipment unpacked from the weekend and am starting on packing for the next. I'd like to print out a page with male genital physiology to pass out. I need a damned printer that works.
- Poop or masturbate. Masturbate or poop. It occurred to me while pondering my choices that I have several friends who would not see the need to choose one or the other when simultaneity is not only possible, but preferable.
- Heard back from my doctor. She wants me to continue the Cymbalta, but take Prilosec for the stomach acid. And take it on a full stomach. Oy. The Cymbalta is $35/month. The Prilosec is approx $20/month. This shit had better be worth it.
- The dogs just raced into my office together to tell me something. Wilbur was leading the way. I asked them what they wanted. Wilbur licked his lips. "You want food?" Wilbur gave his 'hell yeah' head shake and they turned around to let me follow them out. They also conned me into some treats since I was in the kitchen anyway.