Sodom: Invitation only

To actually have received an invitation to Sodom – to know for sure that it did exist, to become part of the mystery yourself – made you part of a rare group. But there was no secret handshake or ring to wear; no way of identifying ‘members’ on the outside. What happened in Sodom stayed in Sodom for a very special reason: there was no other place quite like it, and every person who received an invitation, and attended, knew it.

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Examining the self

On the night of Dionysos’ wedding, I took some time out for myself. At big social events I often need to take a break, spend a little time recuperating in the presence of my own thoughts, and this was no exception. So as the guests danced and socialised and wrote funny messages on the whiteboard for the couple in question, I found myself a lovely rimu bench outdoors. I could smell the garden, see the band preparing, and hear various outdoor wanderers conversing.

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Intriguing Reading #9

My regular roundup of interesting reads, found from all over the place.

The Internal Clitoris: “What really blows my mind is the plethora of misinformation that exists in textbooks, professional medical guides, and on the internet.  Take for example, in one of my undergraduate textbooks titled Understanding Human Sexuality, the clitoris is depicted merely as just the glans.  The sad fact is it wasn’t until the 1990’s that researchers began using MRI to study the internal structure of the clitoris.  By then, the intricate details of the penis were already well known.” (MelodiousMsm / Museum of Sex)

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Public in the loos

One thing true of travelling New Zealand (this may be true of the world – I just haven’t travelled enough to be able to comment about other places) is that some public loos are amazing, and some are unutterably gross. And when you find a good one? You mentally note it, and tuck it away for future emergency stops!

I’m surely not the only one who has a mental map of toilet stops worth using, am I?

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Sodom: Enter the fist

Oh, Sodom was real. But you needed to know the right people. Not the ‘popular’ people, or the ‘in’ crowd – that wasn’t the way to this back entrance, for they had no idea this place was anything more than a legend (not that it stopped them dropping the name). To get an invitation to Sodom required a very different journey indeed …

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It began, for Ayn, with a date. Not that she knew at the time that this date would be the one that would change her life, of course. You always hope that there’ll be a spark, or something exciting, but who knew that meeting Yvonne in that everyday, sunshiney cafe would be the thing that started it all?

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Beautiful buttercup

I still have so many photographs to share from my time in Melbourne with m’Lady. So many images of our experiences together. Looking at them makes me smile all over again.

But tonight I am missing hir badly. Missing being in hir presence. Being naked and collared and owned and secure and perpetually aroused and absolutely focused.

So I do now what I did then. I give hir a token.

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Fireworks from the balcony

It’s become a bit of a tradition now. For the third year running we held a small, kink-friendly, New Year’s Eve party at Hylas’ apartment (theme this year: pyjama party), and did the midnight countdown on the balcony. The view across Auckland – city, harbour and central suburbs – is glorious, so we all headed outside to watch the fireworks display.

But the weather didn’t co-operate this time around. What did we see? Very low cloud, with some pretty lights behind them. A far cry from the amazing light-show of previous years. Still, it was awesome to be with friends and lovers…

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Intriguing reading #8

Since Google Reader torpedoed my shared links and I refuse to use G+, I do a regular roundup of worthy reading instead.

This is what negotiation looks like: “Friday night, Rowdy and I had a pretty major re-negotiation of our relationship.  It was a hard conversation to have, the kind with a lot of sentences like “I want… well, I shouldn’t want… but I’ll just tell you… I mean to say… nnngh,” but ultimately a productive one.  So I figured I’d post the meeting notes up here to give a concrete example of what relationship negotiation looks like.” (The Pervocracy)

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Sodom: Here we go

It was never more than a hint of a rumour. A myth. A dream. A fantasy. Surely it had to be made up.

Sodom. One of those places that couldn’t exist for real, not in this world – and yet the name was mentioned just infrequently enough to make you wonder. 

Could the club possibly be a reality? No one had ever been themselves, of course, but instead knew someone who knew someone, who’d heard of someone who … So the source was never traceable, was likely completely false.  And yet.

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Latex against my cunt

Thanks to Hylas, I have learned to really adore the feeling on latex against my skin. Usually I am content to rub myself up against him as he is encased … but having some of my very own is a real pleasure! When I got my wrist gauntlets from Libidex, I also received made-to-measure knickers:

Aren’t they just lovely? They show my arse off something beautiful – and, of course, match the gauntlets perfectly!

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