Coming to you LIVE

I'm typing to you from my most recent surgery-prep purchase:
The new laptop desk/bed tray

On Monday, I had my first insurance-sponsored massage treatment. So besides the fact that I'm getting these massages to loosen up my back and reduce stress before surgery, I'm talking about it here because of a conversation we had during the session. It went something like this:
"So what kinds of physical activity do you do?" He asks
"Oh, walking, a little bit of weight lifting, and I'm taking a belly dance class once a week." I say.
"Ok and what else?"
"I do some yoga before and after working out and I try to get out dancing a few times a month."
"That's nice and what else?"
***I pause here. It's possible he's just trying to make small talk and not really paying attention, but this is clearly my opening to talk about my other activities. There are two schools of thought in the category of sharing kinky proclivities with one's health care providers: "What I do in my bedroom is my business," or "How can I get good health care if my providers don't know what I'm really doing with my body?" I fall pretty solidly into the latter category, although I try not to overshare or make people too uncomfortable. The fact that I spend some regular portion of my free time being twisted into knots and hung from the ceiling seems pretty relevant to massage therapy.
"Well, I do some rope suspension. That's why you may see some marks on the backs of my arms and around my rib cage." This is what I like to call a verbal traffic cone. It's clear that I do something different, but if the other person wants to he or she can just leave it alone and walk around it.
***This is clearly taking a moment to register
"Ah," he laughs a little "kinky stuff." His tone indicates he thinks he's joking.
"Well yes, actually." I respond. If the last sentence was a traffic cone this is an Enter at your own risk sign.
After stammering about for a moment, he did actually enter. He had aparently attended a workshop at the Wetspot before. We spent some time talking about poly and kink and D/s while he did stuff that made me make a lot of the same noises I make in scene. I felt really good physically and mentally after I left. I'm looking forward to going back next week.

2 and a Half Months

Posted to LJ on: Jul. 13th, 2008 at 1:17 PM

2 and a half months feels a lot scarier than 3 months. It's a difference of two weeks, but all I'm saying is YIKES!
I feel dumb and scared and stressed out today for no real apparent reason. Yesterday was really nice, maybe this is just a little whiplash. I sent an email with my major calendar items between now and October earlier today. That's probably what triggered this little panic episode. Except for camp, August is invisible right now. I'm either planning for the next two weeks or for September so today it feels more like 1 and a half months.
Ok now that I've typed it out, I think I can start talking myself back down.
Re-establish ties with reality.
Be here now.
Drink water.
Move my body.
Take my vitamins.
Enjoy my Sunday.

ps. This is the last of the "Re-Posts" From here on out I'll be blogging in real-time.

Folsom Street Fair

Posted to LJ on: Jun. 5th, 2008 at 4:36 PM

Ok, now that the date is set I have a new question to contemplate.
Do I go to Folsom?
I scheduled the date after Folsom to insure that all my people would be around; not to create the opportunity for me to go. However, it does open up the opportunity.

Yays!

• San Francisco!
• Giant pervert party!
• Seeing friends in new situations!
• Playing in new places in new ways

Nays! Health risks that could impact surgery on October 1st:

• Air plane colds/flu
• Con stress
• Vacation diet
• Vacation sleep schedule
• Playing in new places in new ways

I'm more than a little tempted, but maybe it's better to hold Folsom up as the thing I go do to celebrate the anniversary of my surgery.