Bang, Clatter, and Productivity
Jun. 2nd, 2003 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormOh, yeah. Last night the Juggler dressed me up in his SCA armour and hit me with a big stick a bunch of times. This was on purpose. I've had violent urges lately and he's offered to let me vent them on him, but needed to prove to me first that it wouldn't hurt him.
There's something very sexy about the whole thing, dressing up in his armour, that is. Not just because the padded jacket can be torn dramatically open in front but the whole experience, being clothed and bound in this restrictive stuff, the smell of it all leather and sweat and metal-serious, just playing around and doing something silly and having fun, the way one has to walk to keep the knee-guards from locking together...
The helmet really does ring when it's hit, ye gods! I'd need earplugs to actually do that for long. It really is so, so neat.
I've finished weeding the side garden, staked the poppy that I daren't move, moved everything else to the other one. This is the result of the 'nap, reading, or do something useful' choice that I decided to make productively. I'll have to see about amending the thing soon, to get those tomatoes in.
Made up a list of things I expect/need from my relationship with the Exotic. Will elaborate on them on here when I've had a chance to talk with him.
Now for more food. At least I'm eating semi-regularly again. :)
There's something very sexy about the whole thing, dressing up in his armour, that is. Not just because the padded jacket can be torn dramatically open in front but the whole experience, being clothed and bound in this restrictive stuff, the smell of it all leather and sweat and metal-serious, just playing around and doing something silly and having fun, the way one has to walk to keep the knee-guards from locking together...
The helmet really does ring when it's hit, ye gods! I'd need earplugs to actually do that for long. It really is so, so neat.
I've finished weeding the side garden, staked the poppy that I daren't move, moved everything else to the other one. This is the result of the 'nap, reading, or do something useful' choice that I decided to make productively. I'll have to see about amending the thing soon, to get those tomatoes in.
Made up a list of things I expect/need from my relationship with the Exotic. Will elaborate on them on here when I've had a chance to talk with him.
Now for more food. At least I'm eating semi-regularly again. :)
