Thinking mode

I've been in one of those meditative moods of late. Not much spanking going on because I haven't been feeling well and not much posting going on because I've had an infection in my right index finger that didn't respond to the first round of antibiotics (but thankfully has now responded to the second) and has made it hard to type. Plus, my boyfriend has been hogging the computer (hmm...better be careful here...he gave me the strap the last time I said that over at the Punishment Book...) in order to get his website up and running (which it is, which means he's on the computer even more).

Okay, teasing aside, he's actually been very good at sharing the computer with me when I need it, so I can't really say that's the reason I haven't been posting much. It's been more that I've sorta been in thinking mode. Perhaps some of you go through those times when you think about your kink and yourself.

One of the big things I've been thinking about has been how much I want my spanko self to integrate with the rest of me. Like, maintaining two separate blogs so that "Natty" and "Michelle" end up being two different entities on the blogosphere. After a month or so of thinking about this, a long-ass thread at the soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup came up about this very thing. About how out we should or want to be with those outside of our little subculture. It was one of those threads where I was so busy pondering what was being said I didn't have the energy to construct my own response. Well, at one point I did venture a response, but it wasn't particularly articulate or original and was pretty much ignored. I can't say that I've yet come to any grand conclusion, but thought I'd let you all know that I'm in thinking mode at the moment.

In the meantime, I leave you to ponder the wisdom of Kinky Friedman from this feature in the New Yorker about his campaign for govenor.

“You have your life and your work, and you should get the two as confused and as mixed up as possible. Make it all one fabric. Vincent van Gogh did that. Hank Williams did it, Allen Ginsberg, Bukowski, those kinds of people did it.” He thought about it for a moment, lit his cigar, and added, “Anne Frank, of necessity, did it.”