First Lines

I got this from Osbasso’s site recently.  I don’t often do memes, but it just seems appropriate, here at the beginning of a new year.

What was the first line from your blog the first day of each month in 2009?

January – “I’ve been looking at photos of the scenes that W and I do.” (How things change–and stay the same–in a year. Looking back at my love/hate affair with being photographed…I’ve come a long way, baby.)

February – “I love it when I wake up to one or the other’s hands on me, pressing, mauling, pulling, squeezing;  fingers or a cock slipping inside before I’ve fully had a chance to wake; a mouth on my neck, a hand on my throat; a whispered “cunt” in my ear.” (Particularly appropriate after the way I ended up spending my NYE last night.)

March – “So there’s a girl.” (One of my first posts about J.  And yeah, how things change…)

April – “We did end up having a date.” (Mmm, a lovely post about a non-date date with Ad. God I love that man.)

May – “Thought maybe I’d share some “real world” stuff, cuz you know, I’m not all sex and kink.” (In which I introduce my pup, and reveal that I am a real live person with a normal life, not just a sex object.)

June – “Not precisely true, as I’m not “still awake” but have been awoken from a restless sleep, and it’s not the words in my head I am trying to escape but the itching of my body-the damn poison ivy, while mostly subdued, always picks the early morning hours to drive me crazy.” (Referencing the words to a song (didn’t count those as my first line, since they aren’t my words) and musing on the nature of exposure, in photos & emotions.)

July – “I was at the shoe store with a girlfriend today and I told her that W felt I had enough slut shoes to last for quite some time, so removing shoe purchases from my budget due to a paycut should not be a hardship.” (Speaking of exposure, this was my first HNT in which I “exposed” part of myself that I seldom do.)

August – “A while ago I bought several toys just for me.” (Ha, how funny to find this post again! Last night we were talking about this exact toy (and possibly this exact time that it was used.)  And I see that I promised to write about something else red and never did.)

September – “Woot!” (About my first post over on Eden Cafe.)

October – “I enjoyed the other morning too, he says. ” (In which I muse on how W and I each perceive the things we do.  One of my favorite posts, actually.)

November – “I have an issue with peeing.” (‘Nuff said.)

December – “That’s actually a common misquote of an Academy Award acceptance speech made by Sally Field.” (e[lust] was out, and one of my other favorite posts, “The Heart of Darkness” was voted into the top 3.)

Twitter, tweet, twit, twat…

So yeah, as mentioned over on A Poly Life, I’m “officially” on Twitter now. Twatting, er, twitting, or…tweeting…away. Actually I post about twice a day on there, if that, usually about a new post either here or on the poly blog. But I am getting braver! I learned how to post a private message to someone, and yes, I am actually learning (slowly) the correct vernacular and building up a friends list-er, list of “followers” and people I follow. I’m still on the fence about it all, though, its use and its usefulness.

Anyway, if ya’ll tweet, I am on there as piecesofjade. It would make me feel less like a duck out of water (is that right?) if I had a few more friends, er…followers, on there, and people to follow, cuz I don’t really know how to find folks.

Though it might also make me less productive at work.

I tried to add a little graphic about it on my sidebar, too, but have not been so successful. Will continue to fuss with it!

Now, back to your regularly scheduled sex-blog reading.

Bedridden Bloghopping

Been bedridden the last cpl days, and not in a fun way, so figured I’d catch up on blogs and such.  Imagine my surprise when I logged in to see that I had over 900 hits on my blog yesterday! (Yeah, I’m small potatoes compared to the powerhouses of popularity that I read, but a girl’s gotta start somewhere.) Then I tracked them back to the obvious reason: the latest Fleshbot roundup.  My post “Marks of Another Sort” was in the top spot.  How lovely! Made my (otherwise miserable) day.  I never know if I am “supposed” to post when the site features posts of mine, but I appreciate the publicity, so figured I’d do the same for them. Thanks, Fleshbot!  And go there for more hot blogs, including one by one of my favorite bloggers, Thursday’s Child.

As an ex-library employee, I particularly enjoyed this post by Library Vixen: unmentionable.  Makes me want to a) fly to SF now and start combing the public library stacks, and b) go back to the library to work–it’d be much more fun the way she does it!

Also, way cool, I found Susie Bright’s blog via…darn, someone else’s.  I can’t recall who.  I usually keep track of this stuff too.  Anyway, hers were some of the first erotica stories I ever read…how cool to find her in “real life” in the blogosphere.

Another new-to-me blog is this one on MarieClaire.com:  A Year of Living Flirtatiously.  Fairly tame compared to most of the blogs I read, but I really like how honest she is, how fearlessly she puts herself out there for all to see.  Also, she’s fun and sounds like someone I would like to sit and have coffee with some time.

And I found this pretty cool: Dental Mouth Gag. Not the item itself, but the story of it being used in a piece of BDSM performance art.  Funny & creepy at the same time.  Sometimes I think it would be fun to actually do something like “performance art” BDSM at Conspiracy.

And okay, maybe, in a creepy way, the dental gag is hot too.

So I am stuck in bed because I am having this weird arm issue…actually my doctor thinks it may be a neck/nerve issue. I have an MRI scheduled, and I am not actually in bed, but in an easy chair with my arms elevated just so…I can’t hold them up without pain, so no driving, getting dressed/undressed is hard, and sleeping is a misery. And every morning that I wake up and it’s not gone away I feel that much more worried and anxious.  Though there was this funny moment:  I was in the bath (floating my arms relieves the pressure and weight of them.) I had asked A to help me undress, which he had.  Feeling whiny and scared I said, “Thank goodness you are home so I have someone to take my pants down for me, but what am I going to do when you aren’t here?!?”

“I think the people willing to take down your pants would form a line out of the house and around the block, sweetie,” he replied.  Oh.  Okay.  Heh.  Made my day, yanno?