Kink In Exile

Maternity fetish wear:
Leather, latex, and a comfortable cut to accommodate the new arrival. Ok, where does this even come from? I saw three mothers-to-be dressed to the nines last Friday night, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised. Sure, sex doesn’t stop at child-birth, but the logic has always been that as people pair off and have kids they lose the free time and disposable income that kink, at least public kink, often demands. So what do you think? Is this the new big thing in fetish wear?

Poly Baby Boom:
This one seems a bit more understandable, but it just wasn’t there when I first got into the poly community. Or maybe it was but my friends were just too young for kids. In any case, has anyone else noticed that poly meet-ups are suddenly swarming with babies?

So much to do so little time:
There is something about living in San Francisco that makes it hard to keep up with the kink scene. That something is the fact that on any given night there is a plethora of parties, benefits, and classes to choose from. More often than not I either can’t keep track, or can’t decide and so I stay in and work on my php homework. Seriously though, how do you keep up? How do you even find out about these things in a timely manner? And while I’m at it, do you have any suggestions for next Friday night?

And another thing about San Francisco:
This is the place where the things you read about happen. Last week I ran across one of the Google founders during the course of a normal workday, got to check out the new thing in electric cars (a Tesla Roadster), and met Dossie Easton and Gayle Rubin at a social function.

I think that just about does it for the moment but stay tuned for more as I get this site in gear.

If you live in an urban area with a serious coffee culture you may have encountered something called “Clover Coffee.” Do not, under any circumstances, drink it within 20 hours of trying to sleep!

I am normally utterly unaffected by coffee, however, having just one cup of this clover coffee, which I had read so much about, kept me up hours past my bed time, and boy oh boy was I hyper through it all. This is related to this blog. No, really, it is.

You see, a while ago I had thought of putting ads on my blog — a coffee fund if you will. Wordpress.com does not allow you to do this, but I didn’t know this at 11pm last night when I asked Maymay for tech help. He pointed me to wordpress.org, and with a lot of chaos and a lot of hand-holding (thank you doll) a domain was purchased, an account on May’s server created, a theme chosen, and google ads implemented.

This is a hasty transition to be sure, but then I’m known for those. I ask that you please bear with me while I try to sort out why wordpress.com will only export old entries and attempt to move my newer posts over. Technical help will be appreciated (though past tech support has resulted in thorough beatings).