Adventures in Emmieland

As I was catching up on some blogs I like one of the post I came across was about a convicted pedophile who had married and had a child and was now back in court over a situation with said child. While I found the post well written what impressed me the most was the comment section. There were several people who made good points about the nature of pedophila and that fact that it's not a crime, molesting children however is a crime and should be treated as such. I loved the sheer civility of the various commenters expressing concern for children, as well as concern for those with an attraction to children who ideally would get much needed community support in order to not harm any children but realistically most often don't. Although people disagreed it was never ugly and everyone was of one accord in the need to protect children. Maybe if even such a conversation can be held on even one blog it paves the way for truly sharing information which could lead to everyone gettin...

I am the proud owner of a Toronto library card as of today! We have been trying to get out more since being inside all the time isn't doing either of us any favors in the mood dept. so we walked to the closest branch this afternoon besides I've got to get some vitamin D whenever possible as I tend to have low levels.  There was a huge section of the library that held the african & caribbean history collection. Actually it's only 1/4 of the entire collection it's spread out over different locations. I see that I could spend a lot of time just delving into it. Think I'll be spending a lot of time at the library.

I had the dubious pleasure of having to deal with someone in a helping position recently who had very firm ideas about what someone needing the assistance I requested looked like. Apparently I am not it. How dare I look healthy and happy not downtrodden and run down, the nerve!  It drives me crazy how people decide based on no actual facts who you are, what you need and what you deserve. Sheesh.

It drives me a bit batty when I see posts on fb celebrating the parenting skills of people who go out of their way to embarrass their children, particularly over relatively minor things. Why is it that we swear you should parent your kids using overwhelmingly negative methods? Is it really that counter intuitive to treat kids with respect, talk to them like people and have a care for their feelings? I know kids don't have the same life experience as adults but damn. If we treated coworkers/neighbors the way we treat kids everyone would be calling us assholes if not criminals and rightly so.

It's interesting how 2 people can see and interpret the same events differently. Talking to Das this weekend we went over changes in our relationship and when/why we thought they were occurring. We agreed on the changes but our ideas of the impetuous were different enough that we had to discuss why we saw things the way we did. In the end we were able to see each other's pov. He thought our relationship has undo most significant changes after we married. I thought they came after his ex left. We decided to split the difference. :) I guess any major life event brings changes, the key is approaching them in a mindful way and being open to what works.

Wednesday we spent the day at a provincial park and afterwards Das drove me through the town he grew up in. To top off the tour we stopped at the truckstop he worked at in his teens. Sometimes a day of simple pleasure is exactly what's needed. The man walked me til my legs nearly fell off but it was great. Only downside was the lack of actual restrooms at the park. I tried to use the porta potty but could not make myself go through with it, lol. Yea I'm a bit of a princess. :)

Today has been eventful and fun. On top of picking up the car we cuddled, Das was inexplicably turned on by me eating lunch which led to my being molested while trying to eat. The oddest things can be sexy to people. Then there was a cuddly nap after which he took the dog to the dog park. Since he's been home we've been having music and dancing. I finally watched the Watch Me video which of course involved us trying all the dances featured on it. Let's just say it's a good thing for our dignity's sake that there is no streaming video of our efforts. We looked silly but we had a good time. I even got him to dance with me to Worth It and he convinced me that you can dance to Prodigy and The Chemical Brothers. We are rounding out the night with The Art of Noise then I think the bed will be calling our names. Tomorrow we are going to the beach!!! So excited, must pick up plastic bucket and shovel set to do this right for I have sand castles to build! In the immortal wor...

Celebrations are in order because I have finally finished all 8 essays for the tribunal. Most of the other paperwork is done too just need to insert a few zip codes. Tomorrow I'll get everything copied and ready to be witnessed then mailed off. Whew. I certainly hope what I wrote is the kind of thing they were looking for because I'm so done.

So there is this thread on fet about monitoring s-types. The original poster mentioned something about loving the trust involved in PE relationships and also listed a bunch of monitoring methods. Lots of folks either took offense or thought that the act of monitoring bespoke a lack of trust or at least wasn't a good way to nurture trust.  A couple of folks mentioned doing it for the sake of safety and one said he'd done it at his slave's request because it was hot. Some not so friendly but still civil discussion ensued. I'm wondering if one way to look at monitoring and being monitored is about trust but unlike the way it seems to be usually interpreted. I'm assuming that it takes a good deal of trust on the slave's part to hand over that kind of accessibility. They trust their master to not use information gathered with ill intent. It's interesting to me that I've seen a lot of posts talking about how much slaves trust their masters with their lives b...

the last few days have been serious rollercoastering. Yes things are working out exactly how I need them to, yay. Just kidding, we the universe felt that you needed some exercise so have fun on that pitfall course, oh by the way it's rigged.

Reading someone else's blog post where she talked about a sort of acquaintance finding out she was divorced and asking why. This goes into my "who does that?" file because seriously who asks someone they don't know well enough to know the person is divorced in the first place why they divorced? Hell even from close friends and family it can be a pretty intrusive question. Not saying I'm not highly interested in people's lives (ie nosey as hell) but sometimes silence is the way to go.

We watched some of the Labour Day parade from our balcony. I felt for those folks because it is crazy hot today with a thick layer of humid to solidify your discomfort. Sometime I really like living here because so many of the big events in Toronto happen along our street or pretty darn close but today I would have been ok living further out due to the planes. The poor dog thought the dogpocalyps was upon us with all the sonic booms happening way too close by. I am grateful he's not skittish or prone to peeing/pooping/barking when startled. Watching him jump off the couch running in circles trying to find the source of the sound was kinda funny in that "all kinds of wrong" kinda way. Das and I have both been using this weekend to rest. He's been working too hard and I've been overtaxing myself so the last couple of days with nothing on our plates was hugely needed. Too bad we didn't get to visit his parents though, the drive would have been more fun this tim...

I sometimes wonder how much of enjoying life is as simply and complex as deciding to enjoy it? Having fallen into depression on multiple occasions I know it's a real force but how does it really lift? The medications definitely helped but did the fact that I have always striven to find some joy in something in life even when only able to grasp a tiny sliver of happiness, spark something in my mind that helped pull me back into truly living? I don't think it's as simple as decide to be happy and boom instant euphoria but I am thinking the decision has a hand in the eventual reemergence of the happy.

After the brain drain of writing some of the essays last night I decided to go for ease today.  So I built things and danced around in my underwear  before relaxing into reading the queerest version of Pride and Prejudice I've ever heard of. It's one long book, so far I've read this one and Pride & Prejudice and Zombies but I haven't actually read the real book. Guess I'll have to get on that but without animated dead people or gay/straight/lesbian sex just how interesting will it be?  A literary critic I'm not. It has been crazy hot and humid the last few days. I was seriously contemplating taking the dog for his walk in my boxers. In the end I put on shorts but I'm still wondering if I could have gotten away with it. The freedom to walk around naked has come in handy in this weather. I just need to make sure I buy some warm lounging pajamas before winter. I did it! Finally kicked butt and finished the first dresser. Exhibit A While I was sla...