There was a great chat on primal play on The SafeworD/s Club on Wednesday; if you missed it you should come to the next one. If you haven’t hit up the club yet, it’s run by Missy and HisLordship, both of whom are also worth following around just to hear the interesting things they have to say.
I missed the chat because I it concluded just as I was getting home from the series of unfortunate events that was my trip to Ohio. I got really sick but I’m still happy I went… you know the saying; “if that was the worst”, right? Well, I got really sick while I was there, but if that was the worst thing that happened… then… well, I guess then I would still have a functioning laptop and my cell phone wouldn’t be busted and the hotel laundry would not have lost my clothes and seriously this trip sucked donkey balls.
I do not mean “sucked donkey balls” in the “not that there’s anything wrong with your kink” kind of way. I mean it the other way. Like, imagine that you don’t like sucking donkey balls. I know, I know, but just try to picture it, if only for a minute. Okay, now imagine that sucking donkey balls—and I remind you again that in this scenario you (hypothetically) do not like sucking donkey balls—imagine that sucking donkey balls was all you got to do. For, like, two days straight. Takin’ donkey balls to the face. Nonstop. To the face. Donkey balls. What I’m saying is I mean it sucked donkey balls, but in a bad way.
I had something I wanted to say about that but I think I may have lost some of you at the donkey balls part. It’s okay, I’m not judging.
Oh! I remember, it was this: reading the primal play chat, I realized that a lot of primal play is about just knowing what you want and taking it. And by the end of this trip what I wanted was simple. I wanted my woman under me, I wanted my home around me, and I wanted all my broken shit fixed. I wanted them in pretty much that order, but I got them in exactly reverse of that order: got cell phone ordered and laptop replaced on the way home, and then, once we were home…
Well, let’s just say that Beth had nothing on under her skirt and I never really was into donkey balls that much anyway.