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Talking About You

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Nov 192011

I had a fun afternoon yesterday with a cross-dressing, dildo-sucking slut of a caller. Just before I got online with him, I was talking to a new potential local lover, and I said, “I have to go now. I get to see a pretty sissy boy dressed up and sucking a giant dildo!” and his response was, “Wow. I think I’d like to watch that!” I didn’t think much of it, because duh, of course he would – it’s super fun! But near the end of the call, I mentioned the exchange to my caller (who… seriously… can shove a thick long cock down his throat, even it’s anchored to his desk and he’s wearing a collar — it’s a choke-inducing combination at that angle [read more...]

Lingerie Bar

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Nov 152011

My sister came in to help me unpack the last two days. It was amazing to hang out with her relationally, of course, but she’s also a whirlwind organizer. Not only did we get the kitchen and guest room completely settled, but she created the Lingerie Bar. I knew I wanted the Fuckatorium 3.0 (aka The Red Room) to only contain sexy Galiana things. Necessities, therefore, include: a couch (I learned the hard way a couch is comfier than a bed for lounging with a computer for hours), laptop (for blog posts, email, Twitter, and catching up on others’ sexy blogs, like Kink In Exile who mentioned me this weekend – awww thanks Alisa!), sex toys (they’re in here, but not yet unpacked), and, of [read more...]

Settling In

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Nov 132011

I realized today that I’ve been doing something extraordinary for the past ten days: settling in. I think my time in Houston never felt permanent enough to feel like I had settled into any kind of pattern. I remember a stretch of four days where I felt a calm sense that I knew what to expect, and I didn’t have any looming, unknown, massive tasks. Four days out of seven months is not a fantastic record. But we plan to be here in the great plains of central Illinois for at least a couple of years (where the sunsets have, I must admit, been far more spectacular than I remembered… I think it’s a ploy to lull me into a sense of welcome. It’s working.). [read more...]

Crooked Little House

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Nov 072011

The walls aren’t straight. The floors aren’t straight. The tub in the bathroom struggles a bit to drain because the floor is almost as tilted as the tub. We sleep downstairs, in part, because we’re a tiny bit concerned that one day the top of the house might decide to pay a friendly visit to the bottom of the house. I’m talking about my new home, as of October 1. It’s charming and adorable in that way that century-old homes can be, with a spider-web-filled basement and not quite enough electrical outlets, but fun architectural moldings around the archways downstairs and a cozy wrap-around porch for warm weather neighboring. The upstairs was clearly an afterthought: attic space enclosed when someone made a bit of cash, [read more...]