Great snake hunt

Excitement for the evening: coming home and discovering that the python has escaped.

He has safely been found, returned to his enclosure without incident, and all that good stuff.

I, in keeping with my random injuries for the day (falling into a deep pothole in the parking lot at the restaurant we had dinner in and wrenching ankle and knee) managed to crack my skull on the mantel while locating my reptilian baby, and thus have a rather impressive lump behind my left ear and a bizarre itchy swollen feeling in my ear canal.

(I match arawen or something? Though he got his bizarre ear canal sensations without the lump.)

And to keep silent.

Had a fascinating experience over the last while, of finding that I have a potent urge to respond to things posted to ssbb and yet being unable to actually formulate something that I can say in such a public forum. The stuff that I would like to say is too intermingled with the things that don't get said.

And still I fear I said too much
My silence is my self-defense

It's interesting to me that I'm to a point where I wish I had good resources for kink and sexuality issues, but the ones that are out there I'm not sure I'm entirely comfortable using. I have such a weird patterning of intense privacy and intense openness about anything that touches on sex that it's sometimes amazing to me that I can talk about it at all.

There's the edge to work, the where yes-meets-no, that point of intimacy and abandon that cuts sharp and deep and bleeds. To know - to will - to dare - to keep silent.

I need to clear away the detritus around an image there and see if I can get somewhere with it.

Meanwhile, in a more prosaic reality, I need to go clean the medicine cabinet.