They say it’s your birthday!
And it was, on Sunday. 38 years old.
Teh depression. It hurts.
Thank you for the birthday wishes. :-)
Age is bothering me lately. I don’t know if it’s because my mom is sick and I’m facing the realization that my parents won’t live forever or because Jes is thrusting granny-hood on me before I’m ready or if it’s because Am pointed out that I have wrinkles or because I’m losing the battle of the gray hair or because I’m just getting old and I don’t wanna be. Whatever the reason, I think 40 is going to be hard.
I certainly don’t *act* my age, though. Imma hang on to immaturity for as long as I can!
We had a spectacularly pleasant weekend, Master and I. One of the better ones of late. Friday, Am went to a party so she was gone for the night, and B-man had two friends over (lose one, gain two – story of my life), but it does my heart good to know the kids are making friends. That’s not easy when you’re the new kid in town.
Saturday was the local munch, and that’s always fun. We’re liking this group here quite a bit. It’s very laid back, very comfortable. There aren’t 800 rules or protocols, doesn’t seem to be any fighting or anything like that (a common problem in some munch groups is ‘office politics’) and there are a few people who Master and I had an immediate connection with. So yay for socialization!
The only bad thing about the munch is that it’s just dinner while trying to socialize about kink in a vanilla setting. Other munches that we’ve been to have taken place at someone’s house where they had a regular play place set up and after a little eating and talking, things would get down and dirty. There just isn’t that space here.
Someday, when the kids move out and we have our place set up, we’ll do it. *nods*
But speaking of being kinky in a vanilla setting, there was another thread I was reading (on Fetlife of course!) where someone was complaining about people who show up to a munch, in a vanilla setting, wearing obvious fet-wear. This person said she and her partner had stopped attending the munch because they were afraid of being seen in the company of such freaks, that whole guilty-by-association thang. I think she claimed that her husband would be jailed or fired if he was caught having breakfast with someone in a collar though she was totally fine with having face shots on a highly detailed profile on a kink site, which, oy.. nevermind. I’m getting off topic. Again. Anyway…
There are a couple of people who come to the munch here wearing questionable attire. It IS a vanilla setting, a family restaurant, though we kind of hide in a back, semi-private room. But, you know, ropes, collars, corsets, revealing clothes – that sort of thing, it doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t get the idea of condemning someone based on the company they keep. For all anyone around knows, you’re a bunch of chess geeks and some of you just dress really funny. Since when are we responsible for dressing anyone besides ourselves? Meh. Maybe because I’m a mother of teenagers who never dress how I’d prefer them to dress, I’m immune to the funny looks. I dunno.
But speaking of questionable attire, Master made me wear the tack bra to the munch. As soon as we walked in, he made sure to tell everybody that I was in desperate need of frequent body-crunching bear hugs, and then helped them by doing hug sandwiches with me in the middle.
The pain was exquisite. ~puts my fingers to my lips and blows a kiss~ Perfection.
After the munch, we came home and Jes and Am had gone to the store while we were gone and bought stuff to make and decorate a birthday cake, which I thought was really sweet. It was all lopsided with frosting an inch deep on one side and barely there on the other, but still. They’d baked it and decorated it all by themselves (and these are the kids who can’t master the toaster, remember) so I was impressed.
The same girl who took us out after the last munch had come back to our house with us and we had hot, raunchy sex with lots of slapping and pinching ate cake and watched a movie.
Just one more occasion when I wished the kids had separate living quarters.
Opportunities for debauchery just slip right on by because the kids sit on the couch. Grrs. And they don’t leave either! Any other time, the idea of sitting on the couch on a Saturday night with mom and dad? Too boring. Too dumb. Too gay. But we bring home a sexy chic and the kids turn into sticky boogers.
Bah.
After she left, we went to bed and I woke up early Sunday, on my birthday, to 39 birthday spankings with the belt (38 years plus one to grow on!) and some awesomely hot birthday sex (there may have been 38 orgasms in there but that could be a slight exaggeration. I’ll never tell.)
Then Sunday afternoon, another M/s couple from the munch came by to visit. We’d all just kind of planned on a short little visit, have some coffee, chit chat a little, you know, take that first step to getting to know each other – and they ended up staying for like, 7 hours or something. The time flew by, and we just sat at the table talking about shit. They stayed for dinner and everything, it was really a lot of fun.
When the kids would get bored enough to wander out of earshot, we’d talk a bit about M/s stuff, how hard it can be, and when the kids were listening, we’d ease back into vanilla conversation. As the wife (slave) of the couple said, it really makes a difference to have like-minded people to converse with. Gets the creative juices flowing and all that.
I see a light at the end of the tunnel. Things are falling back into place, words are coming easier, tensions are easing.
It’s nice. Pleasant. :-)
Tags: birthday, general, M/s rambling
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Tuesday January 13th, 2009 7:43am
Hey, don’t start weeping over the granny-and-old stuff just yet. My aunt was.. hmm… 35-ish when she had her first grandchild by her then-17yearold. Two years later, another popped out.
Change your point of view from “I’m OLD!” to “I’m getting older! The kids are getting older! They’ll move out soon! Oh, the fucking we’re going to do…” Aging isn’t bad, it’s our culture that thinks it is.
*hugs* Happy birthday!
Happy Birthday! i am glad that you had such an enjoyable weekend with meeting new people. it is always such a relief to find people that you just click with. and YAY for the tack bra. i had an experience with it last friday after too long away from it and i would agree, exquisite!
Happy birthday! Glad to hear you are getting your grooves back. Much more fun, isn’t it?
Happy birthday kaya! All the best and many happy wishes for you!
Hugs,
padme
Happy Birthday! I’m a lurker who reads because I enjoy your writing, humor and intelligence. Things like “the kids turn into sticky boogers” just make me lol!
Happy Birthday! (Even if I’m late. Bah. Bad me!)
Happy Birthday Kaya!!!
What? I thougt I had hope of this aging shit working backward now? You mean to tell me it continues? *pouts*
I’m in dire, serious need of socializing with others living this dynamic but everytime we plan to go to a local munch, something comes up… Ugh!
Happy belated birfday- yes with an f I think its funner and less mature that way! :)
Happy, happy birthday Kaya!
Happy birthday from your friendly anonymous coward!
Aww congrats on your B-Day!
Now believe me.. 38 IS YOUNG~~
I’m pushing 60.. and still as kinky as I was , (if not more so)than when I was 38.
After awhile, age just doesn’t matter!
AND my kids are long gone from the house.. grin.
I predict you’ll manage just WONDERFULLY!
Happy Birthday! I’m glad things are working out better.
Happy Birthday to a wonderfully articulate brave chick!
Happy birthday ya butthead! You’re suppose to email me & say “Hey! It’s my birthday!” cause we’re friends like that. Ya know, like the kind of friends that love each other but aren’t worth a shit at remembering each other’s birthdays.
Sounds like you & your master & the kids are all starting to find your niche. Finding some sense of normalcy should help to iron out the rest of the bumps.
No, no, no! The 40′s are great for women! You become who you are, less concerned about all kinds of crap, more secure, more confident, more happy in your own skin. You’re going to love them!
Happy Birthday – and glad things are returning to life as it should be.
I’m horrible with birthdays. Happy Birthday. late of course.
It sounds like you had a good birthday, regardless of the kids’ presence (though hopefully, they’ll find friends at school soon and they can go bug them on Friday and Saturday nights)
Happy Belated Birthday!
Happy birthday — I know it’s a hard one, but I’m just so glad that your life is better than it was right before Christmas.
From what I understand, 39 will be the really hard year, and so by the time you finally hit 40 you’ll be like, “Yeah, whatevs!” (Oh, and I am a proponent of hair dye … you have a young face, so why not enjoy looking younger than you are? If you were all leathery from sun worshipping, you might as well wear the grey with pride, as you wouldn’t be foolin no one. But you demonstrable are not, so why not work it?)
I’m glad that not only are your kids making friends, but you both are, two! It was terrible seeing you so lonely and not being able to help!
I was thinking about you on your birthday….mostly because yours is four days before mine…but anyway :)
I do have to say this getting older thing totally sucks. I’m edging more and more away from my twenties and soon will be staring 40 in the face…somebody kill me now! Lol.
I’m glad you had fun and things are looking back on track for you both.
k
Just wanted to say happy belated birthday.
Happy birthday!! Sounds like a wonderful weekend and I’m glad things are settling down a little. Life eh.
xx milla
I think she claimed that her husband would be jailed or fired if he was caught having breakfast with someone in a collar
I can’t say that I agree with this lame idea, but I can say that I have been fired because of my BDSM life. One of my vanilla clients somehow found out about my extracurricular activities…. and it got back to my employer. I still attend munches or whatever event I’d like, but I do try my best to keep my real name and face from being associated – just in case someone gets their panties in a bunch again.
Happy belated birthday – and please keep the snow at your place. Vermont has enough snow and cold already! :P
Happy belated birthday. i actually had a livejournal notification and was going to mail a card, but i didn’t. i went on vacation. My apologies. Hope you got lots of nice things… like 38 spankings with every single implement Master owns…
Anyway, sorry i’m late to the party.
Happy Birthday anyway ;o)
xoxx
Kaya,
Happy birthday. If it helps, this 49 year old hasn’t noticed anything all that different about getting older excpet that the floor is farther away these days. :)
Dave