RIP to Our beloved bamboo cane.
Eventually, my ass breaks everything. The struggle is real. 😉
Not an airplane! No vacation here. But we did make it through two months of nonstop bullshit… I mean… Holidays!
Oh I love the holidays! Really! I just could do without the drama… Or the ‘too busy’ excuse crap… Or the awkwardness of families.
November held a child’s birthday, our wedding anniversary (18), thanksgiving, a week off from school, a little work. December was the usual fiasco with Christmas thrown in there somewhere. But now, it’s a New Year, back to the grind, routine… I’m glad, though 5am sucks hard.
All of that has nothing to do with this:
The wheel. When Sir uses the wartenberg wheel on me, I love it. Hate it, love it. (If you like a little pain and a lot of sensation, I highly suggest a wheel.) As I was soaking in my bath, I wondered why my legs were stinging, figuring they were just overly dry again. Nope!! I have a smattering of tiny pin prick scabs, and a few really cool looking scratchy scabs… Looks like a tiny fairy fork has been pulled across my pale skin. The sting makes me happy, but the small, visible wounds ? They make my heart soar! I cherish every bruise, every small draw of blood, every lasting reminder. That’s probably pretty fucked up, analyze if you want… But these are the things that lift me up! Who would like me if I weren’t a little fucked up anyway?! 😉
Happy New Year! Sir says this year is going to bring great things… and He’s the boss, so I won’t argue!
Oh yeah… It’s been a minute… Happy freakin’ Thursday!
This song has been on repeat for a few days now. It’s off an older album, but I love it so (and it is great vocal exercise!). The lyrics make me think about different things at different times… Sir, myself, the world, situations I find myself in. Below you will find the video, and lyrics pulled and discussed. As everyone knows by now, music helps me work through my feelings and put them into words. At the very least, maybe you’ll enjoy the song!
You are the hole in my head
You are the space in my bed
You are the silence in between
What I thought and what I said
You are the night time fear
You are the morning when it’s clear
When it’s over you’re the start
You’re my head, you’re my heart
This is Sir. All-encompassing. It sounds so insignificant and trite to say He is my everything – my favorite person, my best friend – but it is just truth. He is always the start of everything new and good. I can depend on Him for laughs, strength, solace, love, protection, dedication, devotion, wisdom… this list could be neverending, but you get the picture. He is always in my head and my heart. He has helped to shape who I am today, and when I forget exactly who that is, He reminds me with a gentle spirit and, sometimes, a heavy hand. I am forever grateful for these nearly 20 years of being with Him and especially for the last four of Him being my Sir.
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away
And I’d do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
Tell me what you want me to say
You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it’s a conversation,
I just can’t have tonight
You want a revelation
Some kind of resolution
You want a revelation
Would you leave me,
If I told you what I’ve done?
And would you need me,
If I told you what I’ve become?
‘Cause it’s so easy,
To say it to a crowd
But it’s so hard, my love,
To say it to you out loud