Purrfectly Crazy

Sometimes I think I'm actually crazy. I don't mean the good kind, I mean the how the fuck did I end up this way kind of crazy. As you may have read before, I have anxiety disorder. Okay that's not quite a post explaining it, but it mentions it. So sue me. Ever since I was a little kid, I've had major problems with stress, anxiety disorder and panic disorder.

Even after being in therapy for years, and knowing that both anxiety disorder and panic disorder are both very common, I still feel batshit crazy. Like even above normal for other people that have these disorders. When I was a kid, I could never sleep over at any of my friend's houses. Pretty standard separation anxiety. When I grew up, it morphed into a whole sleuth of different problems and anxieties that I'm only just beginning to get a grip on.

My Sailor Came Home From Sea

My sailor's home! Still technically on leave, but she sailed her boat right back into my harbor last Friday. Yes, that is a euphemism. But also, she's home. Just makes me want to jump up and down and run around in the rain. Except it's freezing, so I might just go curl back into bed my warm bed with her...

Being Queer And Freaky Online

So as you may or may not know, the GF and I have been involved in the kink scene overseas in Devon in the United Kingdom and have recently put out our tendrils into the scene back at home, in Sydney. We're into many things, including bondage, impact play and a D/s dynamic (though we switch) but we are also really into playing with other people.

My girlfriend and I are non-monogamous. I hesitate to call us polyamorous, not only because neither of us identify as polyamorous but also because we will only play with other people together, and not separately. It's just not strictly monogamy. However, being a same sex female couple in the kink world is a little limiting. We encounter two main problems - guys idealizing us and but also more general problems in the kink community in general.

Happy Funday Sunday!

I feel like Funday Sunday has more a of a rhyme to it than Funday Friday, but then again, Funday Friday is more alliterate. I really cannot decide which one I prefer more.

Anyway, for this week's Funday, here was my present this weekend from my girlfriend... her present to me, my present to you...

Well I Can't Tell Anyone Else...

Holy shit. She resigned. She was just so sick of it, and the control they exert over your life. Of course she misses me too... because I'm just that awesome. But she resigned last Tuesday, totally out of the blue. I can't tell anyone yet because they ring you around and around and around like a washing machine before they let you go...

But she's seriously coming home. It's for realsies. Maybe one more week, maybe two more weeks max and I'll have my girl home beside me. Properly in my bed and my life again. I can't wait.

And I can guarantee a lot more adventures when she gets home... we have a few couples on the horizon that are interested in playing with us, and are hoping to get deeper into the kink lifestyle... so stay tuned, folks!

On Wildlife

Was brainstorming new blog title ideas with my girlfriend this afternoon... she wrote down four columns on a piece of paper for things I write/want to write about, one of which was "sex" and another was "life". She told me to look up synonyms for all the words to write in the columns.

According to thesaurus.com, a synonym for "life" is "wildlife". Upon hearing this, she decided the new title of my blog should be Sex With Bears. Her contortions of laughter weren't stopped by me pointing out that this might not help me get the right kind of audience that I'm after. Other suggestions included The World, Deviants And Sparkling Lesbians and The Dreams Of A Freaking... She didn't finish the title. I'm not sure why.

Anyone out there have any sensible suggestions?

When You're Queer And Doing The Distance

So way back when, to that dark hole that was February when my girlfriend had just joined up for the Defence Force, I Googled tips for how to cope in long distance relationships, how to cope being a military wife, how to cope being a gay military wife, how to cope when she's away, how to [insert variation on a theme here]. There's a lot of material out there, most of it ridiculous and most of it seriously unhelpful. Articles on long distance relationships didn't tell me how to cope when they had taken her phone and I had no way to contact her, and searches on how to survive being a gay military wife resulted in several pages of news articles about the treatment of gay spouses by the US Defence Force. Searching for "how to cope when she's away" ended up with two types of results: articles for straight men or how to cope when your mother dies. Neither of those made me feel better.

Long distance sucks. I'm not going to try and tell you it's fun, or enjoyable, and definitely not that it's easy. But what I will tell you is that it's worth it. Or more accurately, she is worth it. You know she is, or you wouldn't be reading this. So here's a few tips from me on how I've survived the last few months. If you're straight or male, these might apply just as much, or less than, I'm not sure - but they can't hurt!