u s e y o u r h a n d s

When the plane took off, nothing happened. And it was wonderful.

The black, blinding panic that I had grown so accustomed to when flying failed to make an appearance. It really surprised me, but in retrospect, I should have predicted the reprieve. For the first time in five years, I did not cry on a plane.

I was excited to get there. San Francisco remains enchanting. The two times I’ve been back in California since I left have been wary reunions. Like two old lovers, we circleuneasy at first but after three or four glances, remember all the things we miss in each other.

When the plane took off again, I was still fine, full of longing and excitement. And in another two weeks, I’ll do it again.

And from Craig’s List, here’s an opportunity to get rid of that pesky BDSM shit you’ve got littering your home:

BDSM Furniture

We’re looking for a free-standing St. Andrews cross that would fold down for storage when we’re not using it for BDSM play. We’d also be interested in a padded bondage bench.