Shiny New Name

So, here's the truth. I've switched rooms, and no longer have the bed with all the eyehooks in. And on top of that, neither Boy nor I have a particularly strong leather fetish. It's pretty, but we're a bit too poor and a bit too lazy to really love the stuff. What's more, while I still consider myself to be at the beginning of my life and the beginning of my experiences with BDSM, it's been a few years. It's not the very beginning anymore. I'm not sure that the fact that we're close to the beginning is what's important anymore.
And on top of that, I don't really have a food blog anymore. And I don't really have a daily journal anymore. This is the only blog I love enough to keep up at all, and I think I would like to share with the people who read it some things that are not expressly about BDSM. Thoughts on the world and such.
And even yet another good reason to change the bloody name already: I am entering the blogosphere. Last night I spent a contented few minutes clicking from the links Boy put up on my blog to other people's blogs, and then clicking back. And apparently there'll be some pictures of me up on Monk's blog, as we sent him a few of myself tied up in a rope slut shirt. And I actually know several of the people on my blogroll, and they know me, but there are people out there who read them (and might read me!) who I don't know. Who they don't know.
And so? A New Name. I like it. I do feel very daring, yes indeed. And like a dime-novel heroine.
In other news, I have been in a sour mood all day, and it's spoiling everything. There was just one too many things: a shift of work, a meeting that starts at 10:00pm and will likely run till 4:00am, the need to buy snacks for said meeting, and lots and lots and lots of work, all due more or less Friday. Coupled with crappy interactions with Boy last night that spilled over into today, and I am just a fun fest (in the way that means exactly the opposite of that).
BUT, a friend is taking my shift of work, which means I can just work till I need to buy snacks and do that right before the meeting, I'm actually fairly on top of work, there's just a lot of it, I discovered that I've done much better on previous work than I had expected, and things will ok.
Wish me luck, I may even get to have sex tonight.
Oh, gods, I'd better.

the soft sounds of breathing

Boy is lying in my bed, more or less sleeping. I am awake, finishing up work. I was kept late at a meeting, and still left before the part I most needed to be around for. Well, they shouldn't have spent four and half hours doing other stuff first.
It has been a rushed and busy few weeks, and they aren't over yet. We stay up late a lot, we are stressed out a lot, we have trouble doing work how and when we want to.
In the middle there are sweet parts: friends came from the city for the weekend, five of them. It deserves a post in itself, and I hope it gets one. They are good, even if I did end the weekend somewhat shell shocked from sheer volume of people.
Other ups, other downs.
Mostly I'm blogging because my Boy is so sweet, with his little breath sounds, and the fact that he came here to my room instead of to his own, when he went upstairs to work. I am blogging because the room is lit by tiny lanterns, lights from the quad outside, and mostly my computer. I feel like the strong, grown-up one. Sometimes I am forced into this role, sometimes I force him into it, and sometimes we each get it naturally. Tonight ended up a natural night. It feels good and strong and natural to be here, blogging, having more or less finished my work, all clothed from the day while my Boy lies all naked for the night, sleeping in my bed and breathing softly.

Well then...

It must have been over a week ago, but he's still got the bruises.

How about that?