she's my priestess i'm your priest.
1. I have a date on Sunday. Granted, it's chaperoned, and virtually blind, but still. A date. It's making the bf and me a little nostalgic for our first date. During which he was posably debonair, I scraped my knees, and he called Catherine Zeta-Jones a moneywhore. Ah, the heady days of youth.
2. I meant to e-mail impasto and offer to kidnap her for the munch tomorrow, but I forgot. This is a thing that I do. Alas.
3. It has been suggested that suggesting there might be a corollary between above-average intelligence and interest in kink is elitist. No. It's not. Suggesting that above-average intelligence, an interest in kink, or a combination of those things makes one a better person, and that these better people are inherently a better class of people who ought to have privileges and things that normal, stupid, vanilla people don't have--that is elitist.
4. I keep using that word. It might not mean what I think it means.
Bye.
2. I meant to e-mail impasto and offer to kidnap her for the munch tomorrow, but I forgot. This is a thing that I do. Alas.
3. It has been suggested that suggesting there might be a corollary between above-average intelligence and interest in kink is elitist. No. It's not. Suggesting that above-average intelligence, an interest in kink, or a combination of those things makes one a better person, and that these better people are inherently a better class of people who ought to have privileges and things that normal, stupid, vanilla people don't have--that is elitist.
4. I keep using that word. It might not mean what I think it means.
Bye.