Self assessment

You know how some mornings you wake up and mentally run through your body assessing for aches and pains and what doesn't feel right? Oh come on one can't be the only person who does that... surely? It's part of the waking up process. It comes right before the first tentative stretch, which is followed by groping around for something to pull on before stumbling out of bed to find coffee.

Well this morning the health report came back to give notice that the only thing that didn't hurt was a couple of toes and the odd finger joint. Everything else hurt somewhere. There is even a little spot on the abs that hurts like a bitch when stretching. And that was before they were actively engaged to haul one's reluctant arse out of bed... then they just screamed their protestations.

And what is the point of this pity party you may be wondering? Well the thought had occurred as one was pottering around with a new quilt...

Quilts are done in stages around here and there are usually three on the go at any time;

One in the design process; fabrics being hunted for, design ideas being refined, blocks designed/ researched and plans being drawn.

One being made; blocks being made and last minute changes to things like borders and binding choices are being considered.

One on the hoop; where the actual quilting of the layer sandwich is done.

As one quilts by hand it can take up to six years to produce a quilt. It's aaaall about the journey :)

Anyway as one was peering at a new quilt (that is at the being made stage) the mind was musing on whether we are kinky at all...

Oh sure we have some sexual practices that some would regard as kinky, but Fet is full of kinky people. People who are way kinkier than we will ever be...

In fact we are positively dull in comparison to some of those people.

But do we actually rate as kinky? Is a power exchange (hate that term, but that is a topic for another time) kinky in its own right because if it is, then going to work could be regarded as kink. And while it is a pain in the arse, very few would regard working as kinky.

So all of this was floating in the mind, as one pushed completed blocks around the top of the table and then a moment of clarity floated to the forefront. On any given day one is in so much pain and so stiff that one couldn't partake in kinky acts at all. Maybe one gets the kink jollies gratified in the gym to the point that, when added to the power exchange (still hate that term), the kink cup literally runneth over.

OMG! One small slave is self medicating...