feh

to the organizers of the New York Comicon I say feh, meh, phooie and pthhllphf! Having pre-registered (and paid) in October, mostly to get the free Serenity toy I was promised, we arrived on Saturday only to be told that we could not get in. On Saturday. At All. Despite having already registered. Months before.

After being shuffled around to five different people, none of whom knew what was really going on, we gave up in disgust and went to Midtown Comics instead. Much less frustrating and a better financial investment as well. The New York Comicon can bite me. Bastards.

the things i never told you

i named a disease after you. little black car disease, which is when you see a car that reminds you so much of your ex’s that you think he is coming to see you and take it all back.

i stole your leather jacket because it smelled like smoke and french fries and home.

i remember crumpling into a ball of pain the day you left me. your voice crackled and rasped on the telephone. i didn’t leave my room for three days.

i can still feel your arms around me. it’s like being held by a ghost. only worse.

'the things i never told you' (c) riain grey 2006. do not reproduce without written permission.

wtf?

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0217062contract1.html

This particular piece of sociology almost defies description. I can only urge you, as The Hot Librarian urged me, to go and read the whole thing yourself.

If you are like me, you will then sit, stunned and horrified, staring blankly at your computer screen and trying to figure out what is wrong with the human race.

I'm actually not even sure which part of this story is the worst. Is it the part where a man kidnapped his wife? Or the part where said man then raped his wife? Or is it the part where we discover his "contract" regarding "wifely duties"? Perhaps it is the part where we discover that said wife - kidnapped, raped, and abused - NEVER SIGNED THE DAMN THING?

So exactly how did this thing come about? Reading between the lines, this "contract" (I use the word loosely) is clearly a Dominant / submissive contract. It is thoughtful, carefully written, and specific. It seems to even be trying to accomodate various aspects of this couple's marriage. Their KIDS, for example - who will no doubt be needing therapy very, very soon.

This actually makes the situation more frightening to me. I am all for sexual freedom, and if a couple wants to sit down and hammer out a contract and both sign their names to it, that's fine with me. I don't care what the terms are, as long as both parties understand what it is they are agreeing to (and, of course, realize that such a contract is not legally binding and may be broken or revised at any time).

What bothers me in this case, aside from the fact that this guy is a total asshat rapist and control freak, is the unfortunate light that is now being shed on the concept of contractual dominance. I've comtemplated the idea of it, but ultimately have decided that it's not for me. Still, there are couples who feel that it works for them, or that it's hot, or whatever their reasoning may be.

This jack-ass and his jack-assed contract are like priests who rape little boys. People hear about it and decide that priests are gay and that therefore gays rape little boys. Now people will think that the BDSM community allows for spousal abuse. No. No, it doesn't. What this man did is not kink. It's rape.

I say again: WTF??

it's so true

breakfast

Hannah bit into the orange. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. The drops of juice on her lips mesmerized me. All I could think about was pushing my cock into her. I cleaned off the kitchen table in record time. She was on her back in seconds, her legs spread for me. Her mouth was warm and her tiny noises drove me crazy. By the time I shoved into her she was wet and panting for it. Juices squirted out of her when she came, so much sweeter than the orange I could taste on her breath.

'breakfast' (c) riain grey 2006 - do not reproduce without written permission

send/receive

She clicks the button again, her heart pounding. Will he write today? It bothers her that it matters. After all, they will meet on Sunday as planned, whether he writes or not. He warned her about this addiction to suspense. He told her that he writes for his pleasure, not hers. Still, she shivers in hopeful anticipation. The words that spell out what he’ll do to her make her tremble. Tied. Collar. Dog. Candle. Whip. When his next mail finally arrives, she will gasp in relief, grateful and frightened at the same time.

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this year

This year, instead of candy or chocolates, I got a pair of pants. Pants that fit, that weren’t too tight. Pants that made me feel the way I used to, before the baby. I wore them home, enjoying the lusty glances that lingered on my ass. I showed off for my husband. “The pants look great,” he said. “But they’re gonna look better in a minute,” he continued, leading me into the bedroom. He was so right. Afterwards, I ate as many chocolates as I wanted.

'this year' (c) riain grey 2006 - do not reproduce without written permission