I am going to start filtering some of my more private musings. Since blogger does not have a tool for that, you will need to visit my Live Journal and ask to be friended there. I will continue to post Daily Gratitude and other subjects here. There is also a FAQ for my Journal at the same link.
| Saturday, December 14, 2002 @ 16:30 Yesterday my boi asked me why chef slaves are so valuable. We had a conversation about the cooking skills of women between the ages of 25-50, discussing the sociological effects of divorce, latch-key kids, bad time management, and low self-esteem. My conclusion is that there are three kinds of women: those who spice up their microwave and boil-in-a-bag diet with take out, those who can cook actual meals, and those who can cook good meals. With a huge percentage of the female population in the first category and a small group in the second, the third category is truly a rare breed. And I've got one in my kitchen -- cooking dinner for a party of 12-15 leatherwomen. Then I started thinking about this wonder: how did I end up with someone who matches my needs and desires in a slave? After years of searching and refining my list, I end up with a slave where I thought there was only a SAM. I can't motivate myself to cook, she's a trained, professional chef. I'm a vegetarian, she used to be one and ran a vegetarian restaurant for awhile. I prefer southwestern cuisine to all others, she makes her own salsa, tortillas, and sauces and worked at various mexican restaurants. I'm a writer, she's a poet. I'm a sadist, she's a masochist. I'm an energy-based pagan who refers to the powers that be as "the universe", she's the same. We graduated from college at the same time (she took time off before going to college). We're both cat people. We like the same movies, music, and television. I'm an owner, she has longed to be a slave for years (though she sure the hell buried it far enough down that I didn't realize that's what she was at first!). Our communication styles are nearly identical. Our approach to problem-solving is compatible. We fantasize about the same things sexually, SMwise, and life-wise. We had the same dream of traveling the country and then running a specific business. I'm a libertarian, she's an anarchist. We're both anti-dog, anti-gun, anti-alcohol, anti-stupidity, and have artistic urges beyond words. I knew it was a match when I realized that not only was she familiar with all three seasons of "Lexx" (though she hasn't seen the movies yet!), but had actually watched "Space Precinct" once before it was cancelled. Now that our cats are coexisting, our books, music, dvds, and stuff animals are intermingled, and we're planning the next phase of our life (finding a third and saving for a major purchase), I amazed at just how well we fit together. This isn't just the life I imagined, it's more than I hoped I could find. I am blessed.
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