Spending all morning doing homework (aka watching kikopup on youtube and Michael Ellis on dvd as refreshers + testing new tricks out w/ my dogs and reinforcing old things), housework, packing, spoiling the chickens (let them prune and tend my mugwort pot, then empied a giant pot of old soil/roots/bugs into their pen, and gave them yogurt) prepping for date w/ Moyraa tonight.
Tracking seminar in June (scent, tracking theory, how to train a dog for). Going to have so much fun, and I can then impart the knowledge to the kink community on how to train their human pets.
Oh the “young and angry” age bracket.
Aka the age bracket I have often the least patience with, typically because there’s nothing wrong with being self-absorbed unless it’s blinding you from evolving. Which is the case with the “young and angry”.
I made no promises of any kind to Leigh about making a tumblr but here I am. I’m not entirely convinced that becoming active on the internet is something that I can commit to.
Hello, I guess.
I win. Fucker.
“I’m going to touch your back”
Ian has to bring this up before doing it because if he doesn’t notify me of cuddling before attempting cuddling/nuzzling/scratching/etc, I’ll immediately get annoyed. It’s a personal space response, and him giving me a head’s up allows me to prepare myself mentally for it.
The bed and the couch are “assumed” touch spots in my head. Anywhere else and I’ll probably get somewhat snarly.
As he gave me forewarning, I instead enjoyed the back scratching. A lot. And due to that, when he went to stop, I demanded more. Not in a playful manner, but in a “what the fuck I was enjoying that get back here” manner.
We’re not in a D/s relationship. We’re both Doms, and while at times one of us will bottom (I for masochism and he for an array of things), there’s no submission in it. We’re equals, which is additionally why we can and will fight so hard if we let ourselves do grapple/tackle/punch-for-punch/etc.
So when I demand this, he can easily tell me to fuck off. And when he gets tired/bored, he will. But because of my ASPD, he will also feed my needs (and allow how I word myself, as he knows me so well) when he feels like it.
When I finally let him stop scratching, he asked if he could have the last piece of my chocolate bar in the fridge. The moment the sentence finished, he was laughing because my face immediately registered annoyance and aggression, along with my verbal response.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“Then I won’t have it” through a grin, like the fucking button-pusher he is.
“… You can have half. Fucking having the last piece.. like that’s going to happen. Half.”
“Scratch my back more.”
And this is why he gets things from me. Because he knows me. He gives me more of what I want, and in turn after a minute of being scratched.
“A quarter of it. Half of the half that’s left.”
“Fucking have the fucking quarter of it.”
“I don’t need-“
“Have it or I’ll be pissed off.”
I wouldn’t trade him for anything. Seriously.