books · character development · children · not literature · pain · reading

Fifty Shades of Me

 

Yes, I read it. I read Fifty Shades of Grey. And I am not ashamed to say I enjoyed it. Hell, It was a much better book than Twilight! Not only better written (although  not great literature, but a much better read), but a better story. I cannot speak the rumor that the main characters in Grey are supposed to be responses to Bella and Edward, other than to say I saw no resemblance at all. Twilight’s characters are banal and insipid teens, both dead and undead; Grey‘s are mostly adults, intelligent and interesting. At least that is my opinion. Maybe it is housewife porn; who cares? I don’t like labels. All I know is I read this trilogy, and enjoyed it; the love story is true, suspenseful and draws you in from the very beginning. The sex is hot, almost to the end.

Among the BDSM community, E.L. James’ novel is under attack for many reasons, among them, bringing too many wannabe’s into the scene. For supposedly letting folks believe this is how it works: a girl will meet a Dominant man and suddenly all those princess in a castle fantasies will come true. For supposedly showing unsafe BDSM practices. Mostly, the folks I have talked to are just annoyed at being “outed,” it seems. Which strikes me as odd.

In an era when hate runs rampant, acceptance is a good thing. I have some fears about saying that I am part of the BDSM scene, because yes, people are judgmental  and can be mean. But I am mean, too, and if you don’t like my lifestyle choices, shut up or go away. I don’t judge you (unless you are hurting children–that’s my one hard limit. Then you are getting judged, jerk.),  so don’t judge me, please.

Anyway, my life is not simple, and I am not stupid enough to believe it is a fairy tale either. If it is, Grimm wrote it, not Disney.

 

I was browsing writings on FetLife.com, and stumbled on GoddessAsphyxia’s post about this quiz on QuizFarm.com. It was intriguing. They say I am more experimental than Dominant, and I can see the point there…I do have some Switch in me, but it will only be expressed with the right person. He hasn’t shown up yet.
http://quizfarm.com/quizzes/Sex/poeticthinker/do-yo…

You Scored as Experimental

Experimental
96%
Dominant
93%
Sadist
86%
Exhibitionist / Voyeur
79%
Switch
57%
Bondage
54%
Masochist
50%
Degradation
39%
Submissive
29%
Vanilla
21%

 

Bollywood · Brampton · breast cancer · Canada · children · hot · Michele · Music · stress · Summer · Toronto

The Frozen North?

I thought Canada was supposed to be cold. That’s why I packed more cardigans than t-shirts for my visit to Toronto.  I’ve been here a week, and the temperature has been in the high 70’s or 80’s every day! Jeez Louise, I felt like I was on the bayou one day, it was so muggy & hot. I kept listening for a jazz band to start playing, or frogs to croak; instead, I heard Indian & Scottish accents, Bollywood music, and saw seagulls overhead.
I’m here in Brampton, Ontario, a suburb of Toronto, for the summer, staying with my BFF Michele and her family. As my readers know, Michele is going through chemo for breast cancer. I’m came up to help her out, give my support, and entertain her if at all possible. She and her husband have three boys, ages 14, 4 & 2, so I’m trying to help with them, as well.
This is not an easy time for any of us. Stress levels are high, and there have been moments in the last week when I wanted to scream. I know I cried at least once, but I did it alone, in my room. Since they were tears of frustration & exhaustion, they were especially annoying to me.
There have been many tears here this week, as often happens in a house with little kids. These children  cry and scream a lot more than usual, and I’m not sure if that’s due to the tension of their parents, or their father’s parenting style.
I never understand parents who holler at their little kids “Stop crying!” as if that will work. Especially when the child has had a tantrum, and is at that point where they cannot physically make themself stop; what they need is to be held, and soothed. Shouting never works. I find myself very frustrated here, because I want so much to help, and yet I can’t really interfere. I have been given the go-ahead on some things, but not others. Some of teacher skills are being used, others, ignored or contradicted. 
I have to remind myself “they aren’t your kids, not really your problem, nobody really asked for your advice,” and keep my mouth shut. If I can do that, and keep the eye-rolling to a minimum, all will be well.
I may need to send home for more warm weather clothes, though. It’s hot here in the frozen North!
children · Dance · Glee · grocery stores · Joy · Music · Preschool · Promises

Frozen Song & Dance

This afternoon as I pushed my cart through WinCo, I was struck with jealousy for the bright & shiny little girl who stood in her parents cart, smiling & singing at the top of her voice. She was so happy, smiling at everyone who walked by. I wanted to sing along with her, right there in frozen foods.

This is the curse of adulthood for me. I’m able to sing along with every episode of Glee and have even been known to get up & dance occasionally, enjoying every single moment! From childhood I’ve believed life should be scattered with song & dance numbers, and there was a time I was the one planning them. So, while my wooden spoon becomes a microphone for me while I make dinner, I wasn’t brave enough to sing along with that sweet little girl today, even though I knew all the words.

If I’m in front of a preschool class, yes, I could sing, and be silly. Tell stories, dance & laugh; play and have a ball. That’s why I know that girl wouldn’t have minded if I sang with her; little kids love to share their joy.

When did I lose that? Where did my joy in music & being silly go? I didn’t know any of those people in the store; why did I care what they thought?

Next time I’m in a store (or an elevator, or anywhere) and I hear a song I know & like playing on the overhead music system, I won’t just hum to myself, I’ll sing out loud & proud! Maybe even dance a little. And if I see a child singing, I’ll join in. I promise.