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The Fish Bowl
The Life & Times of a Kinky Fish in a Vanilla Sea
(Previous Fishbowls: 2007)
The Fish Bowl
There are lots of ways to look at life...
through the looking glass...
through rose-colored glasses...
or my way...
...through the fish bowl.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
ONE hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch.
"Just the things to quench my thirst," quoth he.
Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a 1, 2, 3, he jumped up, but with no greater success.
Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up.
He walked away with his nose in the air saying "I am sure they are sour."
Today I:
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
So it's already the second week of February and I can't begin to remember everything I said I wouldn't forget. All the things I wanted to write about in the Fishbowl...all the e-mails I wanted to reply to...all thousands of little Sagacity details that seem to grow faster than the hair on my legs...the dustballs...the laundry...the projects...the responsibilities. Is it any wonder that smart people reach for the lifesaver that is BDSM? Who wouldn't take advantage of something that offers you the opportunity to step out of reality and into freedom, if even for just a scene or two? A little pain, a little pleasure...a little time and space to clear your mind of the normalties of Life and recline in the rush of endorphins and power exchange. Hmmm...wait a minute! I think I forgot to do that too!
In only a few days now, Fisherman and I will leave for Edmonton and the EOS event, Lupercalia MMVIII. We went last year for the first time and really enjoyed ourselves. We must have done something right (it might have been all the bribe $$$ we generously handed out) because we were invited back this year to present another workshop.
We are very lucky this year to be invited to stay at the home of Don Carlos and tori while we are in Edmonton. We had the pleasure of getting to know them a bit when were at Lupercalia last year and they were the winners of the Pirate Adventure tickets that Sagacity donated to the Luper Silent Auction. Tori and I stood toe-to-toe at the Pirate Whack-A-Thon and there's nothing like a little marathon beating to help you get to know someone on a pretty personal level! We talked about a whole lot of things, but I can promise you that recipes and labor pains weren't included!
It will be great fun to stay at Don Carlos and tori's home instead of a hotel and my head filled with lovely fantasies after tori told me about the yummy hot tub they have set up outside. I was quick to conjure up a naughty image of floating around sensuously in the steamy, bubbling water as snowflakes gently fell from the sky and Fisherman adjusted my water wings. I shared this with tori while we were making final arrangements over the phone. Without missing a beat, tori very sweetly said, "Well, although we can't guarantee there'll be snow, it's a pretty sure bet that at -23C there will be plenty of condensation from your breath!" Yikes! I'm a tropical fish! The closest thing I've got to boots is flip-flops with socks! Expose my water wings? Chap my nips? Not this fish! Forget the seductive skimpy thongs...it's warm and wooly long-johns for me!
Besides getting ready to head to Lupercalia, there's also Domlander on the horizon. Actually...it's closer than the horizon...it's actually only 4 weeks away! Four weeks to make a poster, organize the judges, coordinate with the Producer, and all the other cast and crew, and basically create what is one of Sagacity's trademark events. Just writing about it has worn me out...yawn...I think it's time to turn off my brain and the lights and snuggle in with my Fisherman...at least that's what the Post-It on my pussy says!
Friday, January 25, 2008
It's 3:21 in the morning. Only my fingers on the keyboard lift the covers of silence as the rest of the world snores lightly and dreams of mysteries and magic. I know that I'll be sorry in a few hours that I didn't go to bed at a sensible hour. In the daylight hours of today, I have a million things to do in preparation for Saturday...a long day...workshops, a play party. The sleepless hours I've played with tonight will come back to bite me on the tail at some point this weekend.
Yet, there is something soft and comfortable about being up this late because I want to be. Something luxurious and a little naughty about knowing you should be long asleep and yet you aren't. I'm not awake because I have to be...there's no work to be caught up, no sick kids to nurse. I'm not wallowing in the angst of unrequited love or misunderstood intentions with my lover. Nope, I'm sitting here at 3:38 in the morning because I want to be. Because my feet are warm and toasty, there's a purring cat on my lap, and because it's fun sometimes to do something that only a child would do!
I know it's late. I know I'm not a child. I also know that watching the sunrise can sometimes be more renewing than 12 hours of undisturbed sleep. I can sleep another night. For now, I think I'll sneak in a sunrise.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
