Unexpected poly problems: when your partner's newish partner is an absolute gem of a human being, so you can't just go cavorting with any old square-dance pardner.
Exciting weekend in store, as it looks like the missus is going to come out as poly to a member of our extended friend group. It helps that her other partner is a charmer who is incredibly kind to her and invariably mindful of her well-being.
According to the clock on the wall it's time for me to look in on the latest developments in teledildonics, if only as an excuse to use the word teledildonics.
I didn't exactly plan on it, but the pseudoscience of my first olfactory hypnosis experience is trending rapidly toward a perversely pumpkin spicy variant.
Poly prospects are a lot easier to wrap my head around since I've learned that bonus Jonas is a) a sweetheart and b) exceedingly mindful of my shawty's welfare.
I've been left unattended, which means I'm checking out the state of the art in wearable vibrators while deciding if Bertram the Clown would make for a suitable Doctor Mondo surrogate.
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Got a bit of make-believe money to spend, so let's see if I can find some snappy hypno books I can slip under the radar as part of a larger book order.
There's sadness in this writing life sometimes, but it can be especially painful to wake to an inbox full of "call for submission" notices, only to find them all quite wholesome.
Sometimes being a hypnoperv means auditioning a series of scented candles for an olfactory hypnosis experience that involves both the right fragrance and the right look for a big dollop of pseudoscience that will override the locus coeruleus.
Early reviews of the cotton candy trance experience call it a "sweet tangle of pseudoscience" and a "fucked-up deconstruction of consent." #thesweetspot
There are two idiots inside me. One just spent too much money on a "light" grocery week and wants to be more frugal. The other is shopping for standing cages and harnesses or straitjackets suitable for suspension.
It probably says something about the modern climate, but I'm really fixated on hypnotic confessional motifs lately. It's lovely to elicit something like candor without all the denials, disclaimers, and retractions hot on the heels of discomfiting truths.
I don't often miss living in a big city, but every now and again when I'm up during the small hours I miss being able to go to one of the 24-hour grocery stores to see the kinkishly-inclined engaging in low-key public humiliation scenes.
Looks like that's my last experiment with edibles as a sleep aid. Had follow-up fever flushes and took three headers to the floor, scaring the bejillikers out of my boo, who thought the house was falling down, and alarming myself to a meaningful degree.
The past few nights of hypnagogic hallucinations, accompanied by strong metacognitive awareness that told me that they were in truth fictional have really sold me on the vividness of hypnotic sensory shenanigans.