Listen to the Silence

Piercing pale blue eyes, Hid in shadows against a dark wall Soft blue whispers of “please,” silent blue supplications for more. Pale, sweat soaked flesh -   soft cushion against a stone wall. Curved and slick, dripping – sighing     Offering up for more.   Hungry, heaving breaths between whimpers, screams…moans. Past bruised ribs, gasping “more”.  Raised ridges, welts and scars, Beaded blood and paper cuts, whimpers and moans. Chestnut waterfalls over scarred and shaking shoulders. Dark curtains hanging Over a ghost pale face Pierced, by pale blue eyes.   

Dear God, what have I done... Kenova is now on twitter. Hold me.... I'm afraid... (KenovaSir on twitter)

Three part rant, remember?   Last Part.    For today.   Probably.   On Fetlife right now, everyone wants to talk about consent violations .   That’s important.   We do need to talk about consent violations both by Tops, and by bottoms.   We need to come to a consensus about how to handle them.  As a community.   It’s not enough to just talk about it, though.   K & P doesn’t help anyway – not really.  Now the   Kierkegaardien   crowd mentality is getting involved.  They want to out people.  They want to presume guilt, contrary to our own laws.  If a moderate voice appears, they want to scream “victim blaming”.   They want to shout down the voices of anyone with a lick’a sense.   It doesn’t actually help anyone – but hey, it makes the crowd feel better, right?   If something happens and you don’t fee...

So, my experience so far with the trans community, after writing a few pieces that roughly touched on gender, has generally been one of “die het cis whitie, die”.    (With a few and dear exceptions, Quinn and Michaela.)  Granted, I write stuff that can be considered…cringe-y.   Inflammatory.   Blunt.   Now if you’ve met me you know – I come off very gentle and polite in person.   (Okay, maybe a little intimidating – I’m six five and too big to be subtle and graceful - what do you want?  I raise my voice half an octave at events to make you people feel less intimidated - do you have any idea how sore my throat is by the end of the night?)   Those nice manners come from being a southern gentleman (long live Virginia, and long may the Chickahominy river flow).   They come from being a law enforcement officer.   And they come from a recently found sense of peace.    My...

So, begin rant.   This is one of three, btw.   I wrote up this long burning, angry, bitchy rant and let it settle for a few days.   Then I realized it was too long, and I was sick of getting TL:DR (too long, didn’t read) from wankers who just want to jump on someone else’s platform to post their own opinions.   So, mmmm…yeah.   Three shorter rants.   Rant one.  First, I want to say this:   Any group that cries “minority” and “privilege” instead of doing something about it?   Suck my balls.   (They’re big, so you might need to practice with tennis balls.)   Seriously, though.   Suck’em.  Gargle a little.     Whiny internet immature tween gays and lesbians?   Genderqueer/Genderfluid/non-binary genders waiving the privilege flag?   Otherkin?  (Seriously?   Otherkin.  Come on.)  Bitchy Black/R...

I took a class recently on impact play (every good teacher should also be a student) and came away with some good and some bad.    Mostly bad.  The bad "triggered" me.   It caused my "triggers" to be...uhm...triggered.   Fingered.   Whatever.   (sorry, had to do it...the "trigger" phenomena is just so snark-worthy.  Triggers exist.  90% of what people call triggers, aren't.  They are better known as "I'm too immature to be responsible for my feelings...you do it for me!") *ahem*.    Sorry. If you're going to teach a class of some kind - please read a book.   Go to your local library, look in non-fiction (it's the dusty place no-one ever goes) and check out a few books that relate to your topic.  Take allergy medications - the dust is made from the flop-sweat of evil library demons. Will you find something on whipping a naked girl while she whimpers and drips? Probably not.   (If you do, help a brother ou...

Daughter:  "Daddy, I wanna go to the steak place with the clams." Cassie:   "I didn't know you liked clams, girlie? Kenova:   "I guess you could say she digs clams.   She's a 'clam-digger'. " Cassie:   *smacks Kenova* Cassie:   "I'm glad you like clams, girlie.  Seafood is good for you." Kenova:  "...yes.   Yes it is.   Just ask your Mommy.   She knows alllll about clams."   Cassie:   *smacks Kenova* At Outback, eating clam chowder: Daughter:   "Daddy, where do they get the clams?" Kenova:  "In wet places.   Clams need to be kept wet." Daughter:  "Then how do you dig for them?" Kenova:   "..." Cassie:   *smacks Kenova* Cassie:  *clips the baby-leash...er...'tethered bookbag' to our toddler* Daughter:  "Mommy, I wanna hold John's collar!" Cassie:   *wince*  "Uhm...do you mean his leash, honey?" Daughter:  "That too!  'cause...