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Celebrate, Dammit!
Oct. 2nd, 2003 06:10 pmYesterday, I handed in the first draft of our book with all the text (Hebrew and English) in place and all but one of the illustrations done. I'm trying to convince myself to take in the significance of this event. I'm trying to convince myself to celebrate.
It's been a rough course, mostly because I went ahead and blithely promised I could illustrate a book, a mountain I had never before undertaken to scale. The last two months have been an epic battle against hostile interior voices and finding the joy in making shapes dance out of my pencil and be brought into full, sweating life by my brush.
And now, I have in front of me something resembling a book. I still need to do more text design and strategize on how to make the colour work, but now it's a just a question of hard work, not one of my ability to do the task at hand. Okay, I feel good.
On the weekend and in the early days of the week, I was a bit of a basket case and the tension in my back increased to terrifying levels. This led to a very interesting experience at a rather kinky sex party on Tuesday night. A friend was showing me his "mop" flogger, an instrument very different from the nastier "cat" type of whip. He asked me if I wanted to try being flogged and, having already had some nice warm-up play and feeling mellow and adventurous, I said sure.
First surprise, flogging doesn't really hurt, at least not with a mop flogger. It's much more about impact on the muscles and doesn't really have any sting factor. But let me tell you, with a lot of emotion being held in the tension of my back, I had some really big reactions to it. I was breathing deeply and focussing on letting go of control, and I started gasping and sobbing and laughing and generally having all the symptoms of a big endorphin rush. We played for a while and he used it lightly on my chest too, but I found that really strange and out of control so we returned to the back and (clothed) butt.
All at once, all the exhaustion I had been fighting off came up and I felt like I was about to hyperventilate and fall down, so we stopped and I lay down with him to come down for a while. (I just re-read that sentence: it contains one instance of the word up and three of the word down. I don't know the significance of this count.)
Okay, it's 8 hours since I wrote the above. Time to post and go. This is the first time I've written about kinky sex here. Something else to celebrate.
Right now, I'm heading off to dinner with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowmit. I'm going to tell him everything I know about the comic book I want to create and get feedback and ideas.
It's been a rough course, mostly because I went ahead and blithely promised I could illustrate a book, a mountain I had never before undertaken to scale. The last two months have been an epic battle against hostile interior voices and finding the joy in making shapes dance out of my pencil and be brought into full, sweating life by my brush.
And now, I have in front of me something resembling a book. I still need to do more text design and strategize on how to make the colour work, but now it's a just a question of hard work, not one of my ability to do the task at hand. Okay, I feel good.
On the weekend and in the early days of the week, I was a bit of a basket case and the tension in my back increased to terrifying levels. This led to a very interesting experience at a rather kinky sex party on Tuesday night. A friend was showing me his "mop" flogger, an instrument very different from the nastier "cat" type of whip. He asked me if I wanted to try being flogged and, having already had some nice warm-up play and feeling mellow and adventurous, I said sure.
First surprise, flogging doesn't really hurt, at least not with a mop flogger. It's much more about impact on the muscles and doesn't really have any sting factor. But let me tell you, with a lot of emotion being held in the tension of my back, I had some really big reactions to it. I was breathing deeply and focussing on letting go of control, and I started gasping and sobbing and laughing and generally having all the symptoms of a big endorphin rush. We played for a while and he used it lightly on my chest too, but I found that really strange and out of control so we returned to the back and (clothed) butt.
All at once, all the exhaustion I had been fighting off came up and I felt like I was about to hyperventilate and fall down, so we stopped and I lay down with him to come down for a while. (I just re-read that sentence: it contains one instance of the word up and three of the word down. I don't know the significance of this count.)
Okay, it's 8 hours since I wrote the above. Time to post and go. This is the first time I've written about kinky sex here. Something else to celebrate.
Right now, I'm heading off to dinner with
snowmit. I'm going to tell him everything I know about the comic book I want to create and get feedback and ideas.
