I was looking back at the calendar, and realized I’ve been sick since early November. Yuck!
It started with a sinus infection, then turned to bronchitis. Once the bronchitis was gone and I was off antibiotics the sinus infection came back. Most recently, I finished the 2nd course of antibiotics earlier this week, and within the last 24 hours, I’ve had classic flu symptoms. Dry cough, fever, terrible body aches – it feels as though I played a game of football (American).
So, I’m happy, alive and well. Well perhaps not. But, wasn’t it Meatloaf who said: “2 out of 3 ain’t bad”…
The story is timeless, whether encountered in politics, business, education, religion, etc. People with power often use that power to take sexual advantage of others.
I’m not sure what the end result will be of the current movement to expose those who take sexual advantage of others. Certainly change is in the air, and that’s to be celebrated…
There are multiple categories of creeps and creepiness that female aides, interns, and even members quickly learn to look out for.
On Capitol Hill, as in other work environs, not all sexual misconduct is created equal. Some predators are more seductive than others. Some are more aggressive. Some let it all hang out, while others operate sub-rosa. Some are chillingly systematic in their hunting. Some present (and may actually fancy) themselves as caring mentors imparting invaluable wisdom and nurturing close relationships with promising young up-and-comers.
For women looking for help navigating this tricky terrain, Congress’s existing processes are beyond worthless—more concerned with shielding the perps than aiding their targets. Regardless of age, rank, or party, Hill women are essentially left to their own devices when it comes to handling the wide assortment of men behaving badly—a particularly difficult feat in a culture of omerta that would impress Tony Soprano.
If you subscribe to the aphorism that sex is really about power, Ireson suggests another reason to why Modigliani’s nudes were so shocking: “These women are overtly sexual and that really connects with the way women were troubling society at the time. These pictures were made during the First World War, when more women were working, more women were living independently … there really is a social anxiety about that.”
I’m finally starting to feel normal, after my bout of bronchitis / laryngitis / sinusitis…
Of course, there’s tons of work to catch up on. And, this is my busiest time of year, at least thru mid-December. Then, if it makes any sense, it’s my quiet time until after the holidays.
Sinnjara and I celebrated our Thanksgiving yesterday with her family. It’s a kinky group, no doubt about it. Sooner or later they will all get a write up over at the Joy of Kink, some will be authors there, I expect.
For now, just know that the night I met Sinnjara at a local munch she was there with her eldest son, who is (obviously) also kinky.
With all the work and festivities, there’s been little or no time for anything besides work, eat, sleep. Eating’s even been a bit of an issue, no one’s felt much like cooking or eating.
The Thanksgiving Celebration was the exception, food was delicious. Good enough that appetites showed up!
I didn’t participate in this week’s #SoSS, I simply hadn’t found the time or energy to look around the web at other’s posts. I feel a little bit ashamed that I haven’t been a good sex-blogging netizen, but I have to put work and relationships first, before blogging.
I’ve still got months of work there restoring old articles going back to 2011 from both MichaelSamadhi.com and SpiritualBDSM.com.
Some will be completely rewritten, showing up at Joy of Kink completely transformed from their previous posting. Others will remain “as is”, outside of some loving restoration as they are transferred. Over time, many of the old articles will disappear from this site, redirected to the Joy of Kink.
Welcome to the Joy of Kink, a sex-positive website dedicated to exploring kink, BDSM, fetish, Tantra, and alternative sexuality in all its guises.
This site -MichaelSamadhi.com- will be all about sharing the news and stories I’m reading. I have a few other purposes in mind too. Please bear with me as we clean up all the “virtual dust” from the construction.
There’s still a long way to go in the renovations behind the scenes for Samadhi Chateau’s virtual homes, but the Joy of Kink is up and looking good…
I Accidentally Fell Into the Feeder Fetish Community
I wrote a little about food play at SpiritualBDSM.com all the way back in 2011.
While I would put all food-related fetishes into a single group together, there are actually many varied forms of “food play” …
The act of feeding and being fed elicits conversation, forges bonds, and creates community. Food is exciting. I, myself, am a cute fat girl who accidentally came into contact with my first ‘feeder’, a guy who experiences erotic pleasure from feeding.
I don’t have a feeder fetish. But, I do know and understand the power of feeding a kneeling submissive. I wrote a little teaser about it for Masturbation Monday over at the Joy of Kink called – The Naked Lunch.
I’m of the thought that it would be fun to write an entire series of posts about food-related fetishes.
Some, like splooshing, I’ve experienced. Others, like Nyotaimori, are still on my personal bucket-list…
Despite the absence of recent writing, I do think of my blogging friends a lot. And, I often think about the potential for this site, and I get really excited. I love doing kink/BDSM education, I love the blogging community, I love sharing our exploits.
But, I’m finding these days, that I rarely have time. Not only do Serafina and Sinnjara keep me busy, but I’ve become far more active in our local BDSM community. We’ve become far more active in attending events too, so finding time to blog has been difficult.
Last winter was really tough, both Serafina and I had back surgery. I’ve recovered from mine, but Serafina will need more surgery later this year. Sinnjara hasn’t been totally free from health issues herself, but she was there for us for the first month of recovery for both of our surgeries. And, she continues to provide great service still, despite having to balance time here with the needs of her son who lives 70 miles away.
I’m now on the Board for a local BDSM group named Riverbound. I was even given the honor of being selected to be Chair, so I have the privilege to run the group’s board meetings. Riverbound has a monthly munch at a local restaurant, it has a monthly meeting called the submissive forum, and it has a monthly play party. The organization is in it’s 15th year of existence, and probably has more lifestyle experience than any other club it’s size. Many of us have 10, 15, 20, 25, or even 30 years of experience living BDSM and/or poly lifestyles.
We are sometimes involved with a local (for Sinnjara) BDSM/kink group named CROP, based in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. We also have attended events put on by CIPEX, an organization based in Des Moines, Iowa. And, we have some other regional events on our “radar” for later in the year as well.
And, if all that’s not enough, I recently petitioned MAsT International for permission to form a local chapter of MAsT (Masters And slaves Together).