Comments on: Q&A

By: Sephani Paige

Sephani Paige — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 03:52:23 +0000

Wow. I don't know why but your attitude towards your weight just totally blew me away. In a good way. I want to be as comfortable with myself as you are. I want to be able to look myself in the eye when I stand in front of a mirror naked. I wish I didn't still see myself as a size 10 in my head and just come to terms with me. I need to go thank SereneSub for introducing me to your blog :) [rq=2564307,0,blog][/rq]The Not So Off Day

By: Serenesub

Serenesub — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 03:13:03 +0000

I've given you a blogger award. The details are on my site, I just wanted to let you know seeing as how I know nothing of computers and don't know how else to notify you :) [rq=2564043,0,blog][/rq]A lovely Surprise

By: niya

niya — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 05:06:53 +0000

i relate to the whole 'describe your favorite' thing. [rq=2532490,0,blog][/rq]Paw and Talon – Part 2

By: xantu

xantu — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 18:10:11 +0000

I hear what you say about being unsympathetic about other people’s illnesses. I too am sort of unmoved by others whining. I have this sort of ‘um, well, yeah… so?’ kind of response in my head. I think it stems from my mother’s apparent irritation whenever I was sick. It was made very clear that I was a serious inconvenience, and more than once she accused me of lying or being mental rather than actually ill.

So I came to Master with that mind set, sick people are either not “really” sick and doing it for attention, or are crazy… We did go through a time when Master was really sick for almost a 8 months straight, first back pain, laying on the floor screaming back pain. (all I wanted to do was run the fuck away… it frightened me and I hated, hated, hated not being able to do anything about it) Then a series of serious throat infections that made his whole head would swell up, his voice change. He would not let me help him. He had two gurgling growls… one meant, “shut the fuck up”… the other “Get the fuck away from me.” I was convinced he was dying. Turned out he had bad, bad, bad tonsils. (who the hell still has tonsils when he is 50???). Then he had a tonsillectomy, then a root canal, and then because he is fucking brilliant a series of Lasic eye surgeries.

Throughout this I was determined to be a good slave, to take care of him, to do that nursing thing that did not come so naturally. He was not very receptive. I am still not much on babying, but I have learned to listen while he complains and to at least look like I care.
[rq=2527840,0,blog][/rq]Bread recipe

By: Dr_BuzzCzar

Dr_BuzzCzar — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 14:32:54 +0000

When reading your blog I’m almost constantly reminded of the quote “There’s nothing to writing. Just go into a room, lock the door and open a vein.” (That’s pretty close on the exact wording and as I recall it was Red Smith that said it.)

Thanks for sharing your life’s blood.