Do you like strap-on cocks, canes, and whips? You should!

Because these things are different. And different is quite good!

… it’s not exact, but what can you do?

By the way, this is why I haven’t been on much. Well, one of the many reasons. I’ll fill everyone in later as to the rest.

This is also what apparently happens when editing childrens’ poetry. And BDSM porn. At the same time.

Bitches!

Oh, the hyperactivity can be attributed to the head cold + coffee. One is awesome, the other is not. Guess which!

Asses can be red, and your balls are blue.

I’m outta here; don’t like it? You can stew!

Check out the new HA website. I re-built it in about 2 days using Kompozer by Mozilla. (Because, occasionally, pirated software makes baby Jesus cry. That, and slash fiction of canonically straight characters. And the bullshit that is Twilight, though, if you’d like an explanation, there’s a fantastic one here. (Longer link — just in case your mouse sucks — UNLIKE MINE. Because it’s the new Logitech Anywhere MX, ass-munchers! That’s ‘MX’ for ‘Most Excellent’, I’m pretty sure. What does yours say? Microslop? La-a-a-a-ame! I bet your monitor even says ‘Etch-a-Sketch’ on the side. And not in that brilliant Kindle kind of way, either.)

Oh, and apologies if you’re using a Mac. I’m getting there, okay? Jeeeeez.

Now. There’s your update. You bitches happy now? Good. Because I live to make you happy.

Just kidding. You guys are wonderful. I’ve just been one busy bitch. Busier than Don Everest, AKA ‘The Matador’. And that was one busy motherfucker near the end of Season One.  (And for those who did not watch Tilt, and are more than mildly confused, this is what Mr Everest’s To-Do-List would’ve looked like that day: Breakfast, Liquidate Assets, Play in First Day of WSOP, Go to Tahoe, Whack Guy, Very Late Dinner, Sleep(?), Play in Second Day of WSOP. … Yeeeahh. My thoughts exactly.)

CHECK OUT THE WEBSITE. NOW. Soon it’ll be moved to huntingalice.com, too. And won’t that be wonderful? (The answer is, ‘Yes’, in case you were confused.)

More … when I feel like it? Get around to it? Something like that. Also, yes, we’ll be Podcasting again soon. When? SOON. Deal until then.

Mm. Coffee. Head cold. Blegh.

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Obviously, being a therapist, I know the extent of abuse. I deal with it on a nigh daily basis — both from my own past, and through helping others along their own journey. Rarely, I’m so forcefully confronted with the spectral fingers of my own — even though it does still claw at my brain upon occasion.

I’m hardly masochistic; in fact, I hate pain. Really. Not a fan. Emotionally, physically, a combination of both …. I’m not even that big into catharsis except with very special reason. And even then, it’s tightly controlled. I don’t run from pain, per se — I’m done with that phase of my life. I confront, I deal, I regroup, and I get back out there. If there’s something I’m supposed to feel in order to move through something into the next phase of my life, I do it.

That’s why I’m not quite sure how I’m feeling right now.

Allow me to explain.

This morning, going about my usual routine, responding to my Facebook messages, I saw that stupid little, ‘Hey! This guy’s friends with one of your friends! Maybe you should friend him, too!’ box in the corner. Normally, I don’t give a shit. But when it’s my abusive ex-I-hesitate-to-call-a-boyfriend — I do.

And … I did the wrong thing.

I clicked it.

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Forgive my bit of rambling here, but I feel the need to make a necessary point. About Alice and Carroll, both.

In the light of all-things-Alice trending again with strange remakes, reworkings, and wonderful new material being published about the actual historical figures, it seems important to set something straight.

First, the obvious. (Albeit, maybe controversial.)

Dodgson was not a paedophile. Alice Liddell was not innocent.

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And this, ladies and gents, will be the end of my old-blog-reposting-binge.

This one is of particular significance to me, as it’s very much -about- me. As some know, (and perhaps, some don’t) I was diagnosed with Asperger’s as a child — around 8 or 9. It has made certain things of my life interesting. I can’t say it was ever truly severe, though, my mother worked with me extremely diligently to see that I was able to overcome most of its drawbacks and social shortcomings.

The one part of me that’s always baffled me is the portion which I’ve only been able to call, (most humourously) Vulcan. (And, maybe some Jedi for good measure — naturally, without the awesome accoutréments.)

So, without further explanation — a scene from a restaurant. Specifically, my last all-employee meeting in a restaurant at which I worked prior to my relocating to LA.

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