April 25, 2018

More Opportunities, more toys

Oh brother.  I have to say I’ve never been one to pass up a good bargain.  I’ve always said that it’s a good thing I don’t have an inexhaustible supply of money, because I’d end up with a warehouse full of BDSM toys.

I bought another toy that was on my bucket list last night.  Ever since I started using the computer to connect, I’ve also used it to watch porn.  And in my kink formative years, there always needed to be something with restraints in them.  Now rope restraints are all well and good, leather restraints do the job, but there’s nothing quite like seeing someone struggling in cold, hard steel restraints.  Just gets the juices flowing.  At least it does me.

When I was watching Insex during the late 90’s and early 2000’s, I was always floored at the cornucopia of metal toys that the owner of the site had.  I learned later that almost all of them were hand-made, forged from raw steel by a fellow who went by the alias ‘KGB’.  I’ve said many a time if Intersec/Insex ever had a garage (or estate) sale of the items that were made for the various websites, I’d be nearly the first in line.  You just can’t pass up good workmanship!  So, in the same vein over the years, I’ve been haunting sites that sell old gear, from people who have either gotten out of the scene, or want to make some quick cash selling things they don’t have a use for anymore.

I’ve been a member of Fetlife nearly from the beginning of that site.  I’ve also been a member of their ‘Kinky Items For Sale’ board for many years as well.  Certainly I’ve gotten more than a few good bargains from that board in that time, with people who have taken good care of their toys, but for one reason or another they either don’t wish to be active and want to re-home their past purchases, or they just don’t want them anymore.  For every person that wishes to sell their used panties (ew), there are people that want to part with quality floggers, restraints, bondage furniture and other goodies at fairly good prices.  Even better than eBay I’ve discovered, and way better than Craigslist (I’m continually reminded of the woman who posted for sale her late husband’s St. Andrew’s Cross, stating that it was a very fancy clothes hanger).

Certainly there are many places one can get forged steel toys, and even at better than average prices.  But when someone offers them at a discount, it’s sometimes a race to get it before someone else can contact them.  Which just happened to be the case last night.  Within about an hour and a half of the person posting them, I was able to broker a deal and purchased them.  Of course, with such a quick sealed deal, I have to be certain that they’re going to fit my pet.  But, that’s something that we can discover when she visits.  And if not, I can always resell them.  Because there’s always someone willing to buy.



lucid-dream-control-neurosicnecneewsI’ve been having a lot of dreams lately.  I’m not really certain why, but they’ve been rather odd ones, as dreams go.  Now I know that dreams are the mind’s way of keeping itself occupied when one is sleeping, dredging up things from one’s past, one’s life experience and mashing them all together in one way or another.  But lately I’m starting to wonder if my brain is trying to tell me something.

I had another dream last night, and it was about the status of a house I never lived in, and it was about my in-laws after they died.  Specifically about the house that they lived in, except the items in the house were (for the most part) completely different.  It started out with my wife and I about to go on vacation, but as I walked out of the house to pack the car, I saw a pile of roof shingles in the front yard, off to the side, under a tree that doesn’t exist in my current front yard.  Looking back at the house, I could see that there were shingles missing, a great quantity of them, and there was an alcove revealed that again, doesn’t exist in my current house.  My wife by then had come outside, and she and I discussed calling a roofer about fixing the issue.  She goes back inside and I investigate further, seeing that there are bundles of shingles, (thousands of them) in the alcove.

As I’m wondering why this is the case, not to mention that this doesn’t exist in my current home, I’m suddenly whisked into the house, looking up at a cathedral ceiling.  I’ve been transported into my in-laws house, after they’ve both died.  Except that while on the outside the house looks the same, on the inside it’s quite another story.  My father-in-law (Charlie), was just as much a pack rat as I am, as my own parents were.  But in some ways infinitely more.  When we were cleaning out the in-laws house, there were mounds and mounds of newspapers in his study, many yellowed with age, but nearly all of them had articles circled, and they were saved for one reason for another.  None were historically necessary, they were just things that he’d read, circled and saved for some future need.  That probably never came.

Charlie was also a collector of items that never quite made money.  He was very intelligent (he served in World War II in the US Army Aircorps attaining the rank of Colonel eventually) but he had a soft spot for inventors that never really made their break.

Anyway, I’m getting off topic here.  I’m standing in a room with a cathedral ceiling, looking up at artwork that must be worth many hundreds of thousands of dollars, if not millions.  I can hear my wife outside of the house talking about roofing contractors, but I’m also busy marveling at all the things in different rooms of the house that apparently I never noticed before.  Every room that I go into is chock full of things, but they’re neatly displayed, not just piled one thing on top of another.  Old typewriters, but in pristine condition, set up in historical order from one that was nearly invented to a more modern model.  Cameras, from old Kodak brownies up until ones that are digital and have more doodads than you could ever imagine, let alone know how to use.  On and on, room after room of amazing items, books, film canisters, everything that you could possibly imagine.

I don’t really remember at what point I woke up, but it seemed very vivid when I did.  And I’m able to relate it now, which I’ve been able to do before, but over the last couple of weeks my dreams have been just.that.vivid.  Uncanny.

What does it all mean?  Do I look like Freud?  No idea.

Changing things around a bit

I’ve always been a putterer.  Someone that’s never quite satisfied with the way things look, so I change them from time to time.  With my blog, I tend to be a little more bells and whistles than I am on content.  Of course, when I get something in my teeth, I rarely let go.  Until I do something about it.  For better or worse.

I’ve been looking to change the way the blog looks from a standpoint of someone coming here the first time.  Instead of clicking on the link from someone else’s blog and *bam* they’re right there, reading posts, they get a ‘Welcome’ page, for lack of a better term, and -then- they can get to the blog at their own leisure.  Of course, WP doesn’t always make it that simple, you have to jump through a few hoops to get there.

As with most things that I do, I tend to do a little research before stepping into the mud puddle, and this was no different.  WordPress’ own help section was anything but, actually it seemed to be geared more toward someone with a Computer Science degree (admittedly, I don’t have one, but I did minor in Comp Sci 30 some odd years ago).  Even the ‘How-to’ pages I found Googling the issue weren’t a lot of help either, they for the most part were written from the standpoint of ‘we’re pretty sure you understand the basic underpinnings, so we’re not going to be writing this as if you’re a total n00b’.  Which is great, if you understand the basic underpinnings.  I’m starting to think I need to get a “WordPress for Dummies” book.

Anyway, the point of all this is, I changed the way the blog looks a bit.  There’s a landing page now on the outside, and where you are here, is the inner goodies.  Will there be more changes in the future?  Probably.  I’ve never been one that’s been satisfied with the way things are for very long.  I’m a putterer.  Puttering is my bag.