Corset v Corselette

I've ranted a few times trying to explain what the difference is, and I think this video is the best demonstration I've seen that shows it. They call the corselette a "fashion corset" - but you can definitely see what the differences are, and I'm sure you can also understand why a real corset is as expensive as it is.

I can't bleed for you

Perhaps a bit OT, but not entirely...

The fact of the matter is that when I say "I can't bleed for you" I mean it literally. And it's not for a lack of willingness, actually it's something that I did many times and it's something that my family has always felt strongly about.

But since 1992 I'm on the "no acceptance" list for blood donors. O pos. That means 60% of you could use it if needed. Yet, because of the way that the tests work, I can't bleed for you.

It's not what you might suspect (and what inspired this post actually) - which was an article on CNN saying that they are reconsidering the policy on not allowing any man who's had gay sex from donating blood.

My problem actually wasn't related to man-man fun. I guess I'm kinda boring that way. My problem is actually related to getting false negatives for syphilis. Three failed tests and I'm banned for life. Yeah, I've been do the doc and he made sure I was A-ok clean, running more advanced blood tests and looking at my Rufus. He suspected it was all the non-prescribed drugs I was taking in college that causes the false negative.

At least I never had it. If I had, I'd be dead by now, and probably would've been completely insane far sooner. ;)

*shrug*

Oh well, at least they're finally waking up to the reality that entirely cutting out the portion of the population which might have had gay M2M sex was antiquated.

Now, if they could only repeal the world's dumbest law. In Maryville, Missouri there's a law that says "Women may not wear corsets because 'the privilege of admiring the curvaceous, unencumbered body of a young woman should not be denied to the normal, red-blooded American male.'" What the what? Talk about having it bass-ackwards! WTF is wrong with the world!

RIP Amy

I was really surprised at the sudden passing of Wasp Creations owner, designer, corset model... Amy C. I say Amy C rather than her full name because her family wishes for privacy at this time and I think it's right to respect that.

I barely knew her. I never met her. I'd talked to her only once, inquiring about her locking corset designs. She was gracious and warm.

And in spite of barely knowing her, I felt a connection. I like to say that this kinky world we swim in is a small pond. There are very few degrees of separation, and I consider most people to be friends we just haven't met yet. I know that some of the serious corset wearers I pointed her way were lovingly laced in her dedicated workmanship. And everyone who ever spoke of her talked about how sweet she was. And it was clear from her corset work at waspcreations.com that she was not only a dedicated corset fetishist, but also someone who took pride in her work. She cared. It was clear. She wasn't just "in it for a buck" and her radiant smile and wild mane of red hair can be clearly seen in about every picture of her. She was a wonderful representative of the kink community.

I always hoped to meet her, even if just say "Namaste" - which might have happened this weekend at the FetishFactory anniversary parties. But alas, it wasn't to be.

Sleep well Amy. The world was a brighter place when you were on it.

Giving gaming geeks a bad name

Just too funny not to pass along.

Primarily because of remarks like "you tend to think of women as giggling titty support systems who exist only to give you something to masturbate to."

Of course, in all fairness - that remark seems to apply to too many grown men and a whole helluva lot of fetishists ;)

Reasons It's Still Not Cool to Admit You're a Gamer

I'm Aarkey, and I'm a gamer. ;)

I'm almost afraid to blog

I don't want to ruin the buzz, and I don't want to be some blowhard braggart. I loathe when folks use FaceBook as FaceBrag. Just irks the hell out of me.

And I'm so still gushing about this past weekend and the lovely time my wife and I and her girlfriend had. It was just insane. Totally awesome and beyond anything I would've imagined. Heck, it was so good that the mind blowing weekend goodness started on Friday around 1 with a discussion about high heels, which ended up with me locking our friend into some 5" heels (and then I used a jedi mind trick to get her to clean our floor ;)

From there, it moved onto the fact that our guest became completely fascinated with corsets and need to get laced into almost all of the corsets we own. Though she'll need to train a bit to dare the strict 20" training corset again!And that's just the news fit to print.

And while it definitely wasn't just about chastity, though I have to admit the buzz of being that long locked - (plus the fact that on Thurs I tried to cheat an orgasm out in the shower and failed) well... it all just defied my imagination and any possible expectations.

Then again, life's full of surprises when you don't have any expectations.

Anyways... I need to share something, so this anonymous set probably should do that pretty well, and I think they show just why I just can't really focus on the day to day of life quite yet...

Wow

I don't have time for lots of info but I'll throw out a few facts:

1) Going 12 days in lockup was a good run. I held up better than I expected physically, and emotionally - but I'm glad we did it, but I'm glad out.

So is my wife. I was acting so flirty and affectionate that she was getting tired of it.

2) I liked the fact that my wife's friend who was staying with us also knew I was all locked up.

And she was a terrible tease. And likes wearing heels, and tried on every corset we own - not to mention that she puts her hands on her hips constantly.

3) Different keyholders act differently. My wife's other friend acted all giggly and cute and shy whenever any key discussion came up. Note quite like a Japanese anime school girl thinking naughty thought, smile, cover mouth... kinda thing. But not too far off from that either ;)

One thing for sure though, when they all know you are locked up - you are not the slightest bit threatening :P

4) I suck as a bondage top, though I'm learning a bit, and I'm willing to keep practicing ;)

My wife and tied up my wife's friend and I tickle tormented her tightly laced body into the wee hours of Sunday night.

5) And yes, you can pretty much have a constant stream of precum that lasts for days.

I mean constant like I need to change my underwear before it soaks into my shorts kinda constant.

6) I understand how guys can go much longer than 12 days. The emotional peak of it hit around day 8 and then it plateaued. Physically I got one small sore on the underside where the main cage met my shaft. Now that I know that can happen I'm sure I can prevent it. Still all in all, it was 100x easier physically than in the ole 3000/6000

BTW, this doesn't mean that I want to go for more than 12 days. Though yesterday I seriously thought about trying to hold out while my wife slowly ran one finger up and down the bottom of it and made me promise that I'd go back into the belt today or she wouldn't ever increase the sensation.

7) I feel really dehydrated today. I think that was the 27 gallons of precum that came out of the 2 hours of extended teasing and aneros abuse.

*dreamy sigh*

Thanks to you all for the support and encouragement. Thanks to my loving wife and CH524LL for what seemed like almost endless teasing - and truly ruthless amounts of glares and hands on hips, and very spontaneous and impatient fingernail drumming.

Fortunately justice will be served. My wife held down the bound wrists of Ms.CH524LL while I hand, paddle and finally caned the bright white behind of my first tormentor...

My wife, well she's going to get hers shortly ;)

It's good to be me.

Not sure how to say it...

But it's been a very surreal few days. I'm going around in an almost dreamlike state at some points. The arousal and excitement is just insane.

I don't have time to go into all the details and I don't know that I should. I will say that both my wife and her good friend who have been staying here have both been extra flirty and wow... it's so hot... I'd never painted another woman's toe nails before last night, heck... am I developing another fetish?

*dreamy sigh*

All in all, I'm surviving better than I expected physically. Emotionally I'm in a really happy but very frustrated place. My wife had the sexiest damn smile on her face when I nuzzled up to her and asked her if she realized I had been locked for 22 of the last 30 days.

*drip*

She said tomorrow I get out... I hope she's not teasing.

Milestones

As I've grown older, I have realized that milestones in our life aren't what's really important - and now, as I celebrate these points in my life - I try focus on the journey to getting there, rather than the destination. And the journey, in both these cases, continues.

Today is a day of two milestones actually.

First, I have broken my personal best, and completed eight full days in chastity. Since I had originally locked up at around 6:30 AM on the 4th before taking my wife and her girlfriend to the airport, it passed while I slept (which seems to keep getting easier, fortunately.) And to clarify - my wife went with a girl friend, not girlfriend. She's not that kind of girl. Neither of them are... though I am doting around the house like the good husband as if he was a chastised slave to two women for the duration of her visit. It's interesting to see how my attitude has evolved about it all. More on that another day though. They don't demand it of me, request it of me, expect it of me, or even really acknowledge it - but it's just more fun for me to pretend that is the case ;)

And while eight days might not sound like a lot - it's the longest I've ever been consecutively locked. It's been interesting. Some observations to it. First, being in chastity does not affect my golf swing. If it does, it improves it. I played Sat & Sun and played very well (especially considering that was the 3rd & 4th times out since my knee surgery.) So, while I don't have Tiger Woods' swing, it's nice to be able to get out and golf. Hrm... now I'm wondering what playing in drag would be like, not all that different, just a skirt. Of course I would have to shave my legs if I'm going to wear a skirt...

One unfortunate side affect of the golf in that heat - I did get a bit of skin irritation around the ring. It was blazing hot on Saturday (record for some areas here in So. FL) and still very hot on Sun. It's not easy to take a few mins and re-adjust everything on the course, put on my lube/lotion, etc. I did it on Sat at the turn, but Sun there wasn't a chance. Either way, I'm still dealing with that a little. It's mostly just annoying - but it's there. I am wearing different underwear to either allow it more or less movement and air depending if I'm out and about (less movement), or just sitting at home (more movement) - and it seems to be easing a bit.

Shaving it all smooth is a bit tricky in lockup, but just takes longer. I use my "Seiko Clean Cut", it's lasted way longer than the Midas 8000 razor I originally got. Then I give it a bit of "Bikini Zone" and let it dry and close the pores. Then goes the lotion or lube. I have found that what Tom Allen suggested works best for me too. A&D ointment as a lube and as needed - Gold Bond Medicated Body Lotion. I was worried that the medicated lotion would sting a bit - but it's much more cooling than anything. Though I don't use it right after shaving either.

So, we're on the journey. Day 9 moves forward. I'm pretty sure my wife wants me to make it through til Sunday when her friend leaves. Tonight and Thursday night we both already have plans. And the keyholder has already declared that Friday night is Iron Man 2, Saturday night we're having friends for dinner (one of them is the other woman who also has a key to lil' Aarkey), maybe I can charm it out of her sooner. Then again, I probably shouldn't risk multiple women trouble, because that might put me in a really hard place ;)

Just typing that makes the cage a bit tighter!

My only hope is that when release comes, we both enjoy it. Sometimes it's my nature to put so many hopes and expectations on things that it's tricky. Of course being tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded - plus a threat or two if I misbehaved, well that will definitely take care of any issues doubts that I might have. But all things must eventually cum to an end. :P

The other milestone is that today is my 19th anniversary of getting clean & sober. Normally I don't talk about that stuff on this blog, but well... its nice to let the world know that lasting recovery is possible. There's so much made out of the ugly side of addiction in the world - we always get about the teen star who's life turned tragic. We rarely hear about the ones who wake up and learn to live happy, joyous and free.

Even if being free means sometimes being locked up by their wives ;)

News about lovely leather Mord'Sith

I haven't been updating too much about the lovely leather clad mistresses known as the "Mord Sith." And we're approaching the end of season two of the Saturday afternoon "Legend of the Seeker" show. Unfortunately, now that the novelty of the level of kink in the mainstream wore off, I felt there just wasn't anything that exciting to report; turns out, I wasn't alone.

First, the bad news. The series was declined for renewal. The fans have started a grass roots effort to get the show reconsidered. You can find out (and contribute to the cause) here: saveourseeker.com

Next, the better news - the episode that aired this weekend #20 "Eternity" was the hottest since the original breath taker "Mistress Denna" which put this show on every kinkster's radar in season 1.

Unfortunately it turns out that none of the fan pages have got screencaps up, and the official page is limited as always. You can see it online, but Hulu is on an 8 day delay on when it airs the shows - so you'll just have to wait.

Not every fan of the series is a fan of all aspects of the content, but taking that into consideration - I suspect this review write up will get a different response from you than it did from her: Oh my…

Overall, I think this review is a perfect indication of why the show might have struggled. It's aired on Saturday afternoon, which is a kids time slot - but some of the content is very much not for kids. Sure, the same could be argued about the lesbian undertones in Xena - but undertones are different than leather clad woman whipping people and folks calling each other Mistress. It sure makes damned fine mainstream TV, but it is a bit much for the usual demographic.

Wish me luck

I just sent my wife an e-mail requesting that before she unlocks me, that she read my 'Does it really go to 11?' blog entry.

*dreamy sigh*

OT: Ninja Cat

Wow, I just ran through my last few blog write ups and geez they're long! So, how about a quickie?

Most of you probably know about Ninja Cat

But have you seen Ninja Cat Fail?

Does it really go to 11?

Old enough to remember the scene? Yeah, I thought so.

And over the last few months, I feel like my marriage is at a 10. I'm walking around with a smile and a skip in my step. My wife says it too. We're like, well.. technically we are... a couple of newlyweds. Though approaching our 6th year in our relationship, it doesn't feel all that new sometimes. It's just delicious.

We've been talking about how great it is, mulling over a few little life changes that have gone on that have given us more time together, and made the time together better. One of the little things started back in Feb when she scheduled this trip she's on, I got the idea of asking her to lock me in my chastity belt when she left. We're not hardcore chastity players like some. Generally over the last few years of our relationship we've built up to the point where I get locked up during her monthly cycle - and on a VERY rare occasion beyond that. So I'm locked for 4 days a month or so. Hardly super chastity expert, right? Since getting my custom belt from Chastity Heaven, it's been much easier for me to survive it. And now she's wanted the chastity to go a longer, 5, 6... 7 days. But it took me almost a month to build up the courage to ask her to lock me when she was going.

She was going to be gone for 10 days (the trip later got shortened to 7) and I'd never gone that long. Plus, with her gone like that, there's no way for me to ask for a day out to stretch, or clean, or shave. It felt like a big step. I was both excited and a bit scared.

But she was just excited by it. God, that is so hot. She was excited enough, that she's declared that I would need to be locked up more in preparation for the trip. When she went away for an extended weekend in April - I was locked. We had a dominatrix visit us b/c the Beyond Leather hotel was all booked up - I was locked again. Its clear that she is getting more and more into it.

The thing is, I'm running back and forth in my head with wanting and being afraid of asking or volunteering for more. After the April trip, before she unlocked me from the cage she told me that when she got back from this May trip, she was going to prostate milk me before letting me out of chastity. I started to beg for her not to do that. See, while there is a part of me that loves the prostate play, more of me is fighting it. The more she enjoys it, the more she drags it out, the more it is becomes a genuinely unpleasurable. Oh, don't get me wrong here - I love it. I love not liking it actually. I love that she's getting off on being sadistic that way. It's all that John Cougar "Hurts so Good" stuff - a total unmitigated mind fuck.

And I'm loving it. Holy crap I'm loving it.

And I want to go to 11. And she said she wouldn't let me out until I agreed to accept a prostate massage when she got back from her trip this month. And just knowing that's coming, and knowing how she is learning to love it. Gah.

But then she upped the ante. Before leaving for her trip, she told me that she wasn't going to unlock me until her friend leaves. And her friend is staying with us for the remainder of the week after they get back!!! That would be two weeks in lockup. I begged. I pleaded. I simply refused. Seriously. I want to go to 11, not 12!!!

And over the next couple of days, I really genuinely emphasized to her that I did not want to stay in lockup for that long after they got back. For a few days she was stoic about it. Eventually I said to her that I'd be willing to go back into the belt after just one release. She didn't quite respond either way to that. The last night before she left, while we were cuddling, we started talking about it. She asked if "I would rather not be locked up at all than to be locked for the two weeks?" I told that I didn't think I could make it that long, yet. I just couldn't. And yes, as sad as it would make me, and as much as I'd feel like I was disappointing her, I would rather not be locked up.

So, she agreed to let me out when they get back. Of course their flight gets in after midnight, and then we get the bags from customs and get home and I don't sleep 100% as well in chastity (probably 90% now...) so I'm going to be dead tired, and so will they... so I definitely will have to wait til the next day already.

But there's a part of me that wants to e-mail her and say "if you wish for me to remain locked after you return, I will accept that as a demonstration of my devotion and love to you." But fortunately that part of me is only on my shoulder whispering in my ear every few hours. It's not reached my typing fingers yet. Oh wait... she might read this of course.

Gah. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

And that's the great mind fuck of it all. Not only does a part of me want her to read it, but a part me me wants her to truly punish me for not acquiescing to her from the start. Sending me off to visit Lady Regina at Command Performance to get bound and soundly paddled. Sent home to my love, to be bound and spanked again, allowed to lovingly worship her body, then prostate milked, brought to the edge of tears, tormented, brought to the edge of orgasm, denied, told to make her cum again, brought to the edge... made to swear all kinds of naughty promises, and if I refuse - at best I get a ruined orgasm and shoved right back into the belt.

My loving keyholder just a little stricter, a little harsher, just a little bit downright cruel. Playing with chastity, becomes enforced chastity... I want to have days where I say "I really should not have asked for that, it was a mistake" to which she replies "Tough, I'm having fun. Now don't complain or else..."

Wait!!! Huh??? Who the hell is typing this!!!

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FYI: Chastity Capations by ptathuk

Ok, it's frickin personal...

I swear, the universe knows when I'm locked in chastity. The very first time I put on my first CB-3000 and went out in public I was driving along, adjusting in my seat. Excited, nervous, hyper focused... and then in the rear view mirror I noticed the attractive woman behind me take out a cigarette and put it in her lips. She dug around in her purse for a while, trying to find her lighter. The light changed. I was staring. She lit her cigarette, looked up, and noticed we were still sitting at the light. She gave me a honk and woke me out of my daze... and then glared for a moment, until she realized I'd been mesmerized by her. And then she gave that little "gotcha" smile, followed shortly by an assertive reverse nod to get moving.

*dreamy sigh*

And that was just the first of many. It sure seems flippin personal. Time and time again, I put on the belt and then something out of the ordinary just happens. Yah, maybe I'm more in tune with it. Maybe there's the "hint of desperation" in the air that causes the cutie to sit next to me in her "I'm going to work out right after this black spandex tights" but sheeesh... I mean, c'mon. It just keeps happening. This is no coincidence. These are chastityincidences I tell ya.

Just this Tuesday I woke at 5 AM. Snuck in a quick "good by to you" wank while my wife finalized her packing for her week trip... and then put on my chastity belt. This will be a full 7 days and change. The spare key was given to her friend in case of emergency. The other one left the country on her necklace. Before we got in the car to go to the airport, she gave my CH Cage a quick look over. The smile on my loving keyholder's face is something that is just burned into my mind. It makes the 7 days in lockup all worth it.

I get home from the airport, and someone has sent me this picture of the always beautiful, usually deliciously corsetted Dita.I mean... holy CARP! Dita, all hands on hips, with her perfect lips and raven hair. And that cigarette, perched so deliberately. She's staring right through me. And those nails, wow. Some kind of subtle reverse french manicure, and they look so sharp and the deep red... Gah. Ugh. So much for staying away from temptations! Sheesh.

That's just not fair! What's a kick in the ass about it, the picture is too small. It's crappy quality, but damned so hot... I have to find better. I have to. It's my responsibility as a smoking fetishist. Well... 2 hours later, I've found a bunch of Dita pictures with cigarettes, and holders and cigars... most of which I'd never seen before. Like pics of her perfectly made up, dangling an all white cigarette, and wearing latex gloves. I mean... that's just not fair!!!Dita might just smoke for a pose, but it's a damned fine pose! She has always been a favorite. I consider her to be the single greatest inspiration for corsetry in the last 20 years. Her figure is clearly the result of waist-training, and well... if you google for images of "Dita corset" you can find hundreds of pictures.

Lots of them with her waist well under 20" too, and that's just a rarity. Lots of women seem to think they know what a 20" corset looks like, and occasionally I have read absurd claims from celebs about how small they lace (free publicity, right?) But to really put in the time and commit to lacing down that small (no matter how petite you might be) deserves special appreciation. What's even better in my opinion, is the fact that she is petite enough that she can pull off tight-lacing like that with a flattering corsetry aesthetic IMO. And although Dita doesn't tight-lace like she once did, the effect over the years still clearly shows. Normally the tight lacers end up looking like a pinched in pillow (which is just not flattering IMO.) Dita is proof positive of what a bit of waist training can do for a woman's figure. Although she Anyways... I'm distracted and wandering off of the subject; the subject of the fact that the universe has it out for me. After spending two hours finding way too many yummy delicious Dita pictures (you can support her at her official site dita.net by the way...) I am finally able to calm down enough to get regular paying grown up work done.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Wed starts off the same way. But this time it's Madonna. The woman I've spoken about on this blog a few times, who I generally have considered tragic. She's not looking plasticized like so many celebs these days, but she has been looking more and more like a man. And it just, well... it just weirds me out. Hey, to each their own. And if you like women with arms like a man then have fun. But me... I like women's bodies toned but not all cut up and ripped. That's not a good kind of scary for me. But these shots of Madonna (not to be confused with "Mandonna") showed up, well dahmmmmm. I don't know how recent they are (reportedly from this month's Interview mag) but they sure are hot, very hot.Yum. That hits like 8 of my fetish buttons. The sunglasses, the lips, the heels. Yowza! Leather gloves... I mean, sheesh! Enough already!

It's extra funny considering Madonna over the last 10 years has taken to lecturing other women celebs about how bad smoking is for you. Sure, smoking casually or occasionally is probably no where nearly as bad for your health as smoking constantly and incessantly, but ya can't get too much more "do as I say, not as I do" than to go and lecture against something and then to go light up yourself.

But I won't hold it against her, because she sure looks good.

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One last item, and this is totally OT for this, but ties into the previous blog entry's remarks about privacy concerns. There's a new site out there, spokeo.com. It seems they've pulled info from lots of public record sources, as well as other places; even pictures from places like Facebook, Picasa, etc. Fortunately, you can remove your listing(s) by going here and following the instructions here. Pass it along... it's legit - snopes.com.

Sheeeesh!

I haven't been updating a lot. So much real grown up life going on. Things are just too good and too busy to chatter much. Got 4 website projects on my lap, 2 side projects, and 2 other big possibles off to the side. I keep grinding away on making my yard beautiful, while being locked in chastity a lot more than usual, and then playing host to a pretty smoking young domme friend of a friend when she got bumped from her hotel room for the Beyond Leather conference, and on and on... I am always reminded about how small a community us kinksters are. I like to think we're all friends, just sometimes friends we haven't met yet ;)

Grown up life never has a dull moment.

This year was the closest I came to going to BL, but their website is just so awful and incomplete, that it wasn't until mentioning over and over to folks that I didn't want to do the full 3 day registration (since I knew I didn't have *THAT* much time) that I finally was informed that they had a 1 day registration - though it wasn't anywhere on their site... only on their ordering page. *shrug*

I'm not sure who's handling their site, but it sure doesn't make their conference look professional. Penny wise, pound foolish... then again, maybe I'm extra biased since that's what I do.

In spite of being so darned busy, it's been fun. That weekend was just a part of it. Sunday was especially fun as the wife, Mistress Shae, and Ms. Spillproof all went off to the Lips drag show on buffet Sunday and had a blast. Then came home and sat on the patio and smoked up a storm - they even put on some lipstick just to tease me! Ahhh, there's nothing quite like a brunch mimosas to get a group of ladies in a fun mood. Add in the fact that I've been locked up in chastity a whole lot more than ever before lately, and it gets interesting. I feel almost a bit like I'm outside of myself watching the interactions, if that makes any sense. There have definitely been some adjustments. I actually found it kinda sexy that when they came home I was slaving in the yard, hot, sweaty, chastised... heck, I know they would've let me join them for the drag show, but the yard needed tending and well, I kinda like pretending that I *had* to do it. That made it just a little more enjoyable... only a little ;)

It started to change a bit a couple months ago. I made the suggestion to my wife (did I mention all this already?) about going in lockup when she goes to Ecuador for a week, which happens tomorrow. She thought that sounded like a fun idea... then said I should lockup while she's away in Mid-April for a week, and then she locked me up during her regular monthly bill - plus kept me locked up during the 5 day visit of Ms. Shae... with a brief respite on Friday when she gave me exactly 60 seconds to get off (I succeeded quite easily actually.)

Being locked up this much really makes for an interesting mindset. I'll tell ya what, I'm super happy that I have a custom belt that finally fits. And I need to report more on that... soon... I promise... there are some minor announcements that I need to make on it all, and I'm not 100% sure on all the details, but soon.

Either way, one other thing that I really want to talk about, is the ever increasing marriage of things online. It makes the privacy that is really important to me something that is tougher and tougher to achieve.

And it's all too often "backwards" compatible. Which means that even if it doesn't link this and that today and say "Aarkey" is also "Mr. XXXXXX" - it might well do that in a year or two. Flicker did that when Yahoo took it over (so I closed my Flicker account) Heck, that's why my kink nickname is what it is. I had to come up with a variation that was sufficiently different from my vanilla nickname.

And it's annoying.

And it's getting worse. And I have no reason to think it'll go away anytime soon. And it really makes me consider moving this blog off blogger and moving to WordPress. I'm not sure if I can import this all, and I'm not sure if that'd be a ton of work... but I find myself more affected by this unwanted coupling of everything.

But there are things that must be shared. There's critical news to report; like how science has finally officially proven that beautiful women can be bad for your health. And there are funnies out there that have to be passed along. Not to mention the issues of social justice which must be discussed.

Not to mention correcting such obvious misinformation, such as reporting that there are just seven types of smokers: "Social, Sneaky, or Skinny" Bah! I have 47 entries on smoking style already! And I'm sure I have another 100 in my mind rolling around. Heck, they didn't even bother to include cigars, pipes and "420". Half assed reporting, I say!

It can't just be chastity, cigarettes and corsets all the time ya know. It's unfortunate, obviously. BTW, what kind of total weirdo perv takes pictures of a dreamy girls' ashtrays?

Oh, and just to set the record straight... my wife threw a load of laundry in the wash. It turns out she does occasionally read the blog. Though she forgot to take it out of the dryer and it stayed in there for a few days, so I'm not sure if that actually counts ;)