'git 'er dun"...

LOL...yes, the 'big deed' is now done ;-)

WE got married yesterday, in a simple but VERY nice civil ceremony at Toronto City Hall.

it felt good to see a couple of Our friends take the time off work to be there for Us...it was heartwarming to see Her brother/his wife and my mom get all emotional during the ceremony...and, a nice surprise...my stepdad came at the end to congratulate Us...baby steps but steps nonetheless. my heart hurts for the rest of Her family who could not attend...they were all down with an insane strain of flu virus, including new baby Ben...but i'm mostly concerned for Her elderly parents whom this flu will be toughest on...thankfully, She set up the vid cam so they will be able to see the ceremony on Our next visit to them...

She liked Her surprise from me...i changed outfits before the ceremony started...became a bit more 'femme' for Her ;-)

fuck those heels suck shit big time LOL

at first, i was hesitant on the change of outfit deal 'cause i didn't want Her to feel like i was placing Her into the 'male' role of Our relationship...uh uh...that's not how We roll.

what gave me the idea, however, was that, in an earlier part of Our 'courting' days, i tried on a basic black summer dress one day and She literally went crazy horn-dog on me ;-) so i thought maybe She'd like me to dress a bit more girly for Her on Our day together. i also remember, pre-dating Her years, that Her blogs included fantasies with girly-femme-types so i thought this might get Her pumped a little more...

i know...quite wicked of me ;-)

this morning, We lay in bed together, admiring the new jewellery piece on Our fingers...a simple yet beautiful reminder of Our commitment to each other

ahhh...it feels just right...Mrs. and Mrs.

gee, thanks mom...

so, it’s official now….as of today

my parents (meaning my mom & stepdad) won’t be attending my wedding ceremony in May nor the family celebration in June. well, neither will my father but he wasn’t expected to be there anyhow – he’s so far removed from my life he has no clue about anything since 2004 at the least.

i’m not sure how i’m feeling but there is a blanket of sadness over me right now. i think it’s because now my mom, too, has made her final statement. yet, she’s been the ‘supportive’ one of the two when We announced our upcoming wedding plans – she’s the one i honestly thought would be there even if my stepdad wasn’t going to be. she had said to me that she supported me, as her daughter, no matter what decisions i made about my life….now, today, she turned around and told me that probably neither of them would be attending any of the celebrations because ‘you know we don’t agree with the marriage part of it and you know i’ve always been against women marrying women and men marrying men.”…uh, yeah, i guess i know that now – fuck.

oh….i guess i should clarify the fucking difference here (again)….both are “ok” with M and i living together, sleeping together, etc etc…both really like M and both are happy that i’m now happy…this, again, was reiterated to me on Sunday after they had an amazing time with us for dinner and again, today, in my telephone convo with my mom…they adore M and all that shit but they just can’t ‘accept’ She and i getting ‘married’….it’s ‘not right’ in their eyes….FUCK OFF!

as much as i love my mom, i WILL NOT bend to this sanctimonious bullshit.

i knew my mom had issues with gays from an early age…it’s not an orientation that was ‘approved’ of in Austria and still isn’t but also because her best friend made loving advances towards my mom when they were both in their earlier teens and my mom never really got over that…she actually ended their friendship when that happened.

so then she tells me that she (they) really want to meet M’s family but just not at either of the wedding celebrations.

keeping my cool and staying aloof to all this shit being spewed at me, i told her they could meet M’s family at the birthday/anniversary party that will be happening a few days after Our wedding…wow, this is such fucking nonsense…i’m going to be 50 yrs old and i still have this shit to deal with from parents.

i’ve decided this: if they (or whomever else) continues to have these bullshit issues with my getting married to the most wonderful woman in the world and living a happy gay life with Her, then fuck them all…no, really.

this is NOT about religion.

this is NOT about their beliefs.

this is NOT about what others perceive is right or wrong.

this is NOT about THEM!

this is simply about two people who love each other, want to spend the rest of their lives together with a little piece of fucking legal paper that gives them the ‘official’ spouse seal. and because – in Canada – WE CAN!

anyone who cannot deal with that is ‘xnayed out and will not be celebrating ANYTHING else in my life with me and that includes my upcoming 50^th birthday.

what a bitch she is....

yes, that one there....in the photo above

it's that time of the month again

in more ways than one

pms + full moon + stress + frustrations = clusterfuck of emotions

it's been - for the most part of my life - not the most positive or happy relationship we share....the moon and i

in fact, it can be downright damaging.

and has in past years...that's why this monthly phase oftentimes worries me. the gravitational pull of this magnificently beautiful yet potentially evil satellite of our universe never ceases to amaze the negative effects it has on my life...and others.

in previous years, when my own personal pms wars were stronger and more radically intense than now, the combo of pms @ the same time as the full moon turned me into something even i didn't recognize and scared the crap right out of my kids.

my body shudders at the memories of those times and my completely irrational, downright fucking scary behaviour :-(

i'm not quite that bad anymore...thankfully. but it still has nasty effects on me...

emotional rationale fly out the proverbial window, my body goes into 24hr defense mode, i'm tense as hell, i can't sleep more than a couple of hours during the night...if i do wake for any reason forget going back to sleep, i cry at just about anything, i become argumentative as hell, and every little thing that normally doesn't bother me too much, turns into a full blown annoyance which sends me into sheer pissy mood and i feel like punching or kicking something - my need for fight and flight becomes my constant

and it's not just me...i see the change in others around me and i definitely see the change in the general population...holy shit

about 3 days prior to and then during the full phase of its existence, people in general become more fucked up than usual.

you see it in their eyes, you hear it in their irrational conversations and arguments with you on the phone or one-on-one, in-your-face disrespect and rudeness are their initial reactions, the % of road rage increases dramatically, auto-related accidents increase, and the list goes on.

9 out of 10 people i speak to can relay some story or incident for them related to the full moon.

that's so fucked up.

sometimes i feel like we are mere little chess pawns to be moved around at will by the universe we live in...that doesn't allow for a safe, comfortable feeling

then again, in today's world, when can we ever feel safe and comfortable?

i don't have a positive answer for that.

an apology would be nice….

so, when a long-time friend says something bordering on insulting…or at the least, when she knows she freakin’ well hurt your feelings, ya think a kcufing apology would be warranted????

really…W T F???

(btw…”kcufing” – a new way for me to profane my language – saw it in lyrics for one of my fav TLC songs – keep your sparkling eyes out for other ‘pig latin’ words)

ok…so i got my haircut short…finally – after months and months of indecision. the last time i had short hair, i was 15…you do the math ;-)

and yes, it was a big deal for me….and others
and yes, i know it’s a shock to all those who initially see me

but the initial feedback was mostly positive with exception to one of my team old-timer-ready-to-retire T.O.’s who simply told me (as he’s shrugging his shoulders and a friendly smirk on his face) “well, it doesn’t change who you are.” – bugger LOL

he loves chattin’ me up on politics (which i humour him on ‘cause i kcufing HATE discussing politics and religion) and i don’t mind him unloading his complaints on me when one of the tribunal members has pissed him off….

so, not having seen ‘friend’ for a while and when i did, my hair was slicked back and pony tailed so she wouldn’t necessarily have seen the new doo, i thought i’d pay a visit to the floor she was working on and WAS going to ask her for lunch…well, fuck that shit

she looks at me and loudly bursts out “what the fuck did you do to your hair?? i mean it’s ok but why did you cut it short???” as her face reflects sheer disgust and shock.

well, being very tired, pms’ing, feeling somewhat depressed and generally just not feeling well, i turned around, hands up in the air, with an “i’m outta here” and kept walking even after she yelled at me to come back……again, fuck that shit.

of course i don’t expect everyone to like it but, fuck, it took me up until last week to even remotely start accepting it and somewhat liking it. if you don’t like it, then maybe just keep your trap shut and say nothing at all….um, just a thought.

it’s been approx. 3.5 hrs since and…as expected…no email apology yet…nothing.

i remember she pulled something similar with me a couple years back which, then as well, kept me away from her and our friendship. she’s a sweet enough girl but seems to have trouble apologizing when she clearly knows she’s done or said something to hurt feelings.

and that really pisses me off.

side note to my soon-to-be wife: sorry ,babe…that’s one little fortune cookie off the list we ain’t sharin’ anymore ;-)



of course…i’m kidding ***devilish grin***

the melding of Rose

hi all...i know i know
haven't written in a while
been kind of busy ;-)

some new - completely unexpected - circumstances have entered my life in the past few weeks.
not sure what to make of it all yet but
not needing to overanalyze the situation right now either.
so i'll just go-with-the-flow,
see where this spiralling river takes me....us.
not going to predict anything
because i still have to deal with my committment issues
along with a shitload of other baggage i really need to shed.

simply take it one day at a time
because all i do know for now,
for certain,
is that this 'thing'
she and i are sharing
is fucking amazing
mind-blowing
so natural
so sensual, erotic,
pure intimate bliss
tinged with intense emotions,
two souls colliding smoothly into one.

this 'thing',
so much fun
for both of us
laughter galore,
incredibly great
intense yet gentle

i want to hold on to that
for now,
for as long as it's supposed to be
held on to,
nurtured gently
by two women who share so much in common,
our lives always parallel to each other,
separated by life's events yet molding together as one
like our special 'baby' now named Rose

maybe hope has been granted me again?
maybe.
but i dare not think too far ahead
or make hasty decisions.

just enjoy
she and i.

another stupid anti(?)-gay comment....

ps: i just noticed how i freakin' rambled on about shit on this one...oh well, deal with it ;-)

so, let's add to the already highly stupid or **'leotarded' shit that folks say to your face and often, unfortunately, not even realizing how insulting they're actually being.

i'm not known for being a hardcore misandrist for nothing because it's usually dudes that say stupid shit to us like today....

i'm at the mall, run into male co-worker i've known for years...grant you, yes, he knew me before i did the big coming out dance but, fuck....he should be more careful with his words as he apparently has several lesbian friends (one of which is a total stuck-up-too-good-for-anyone kind of dyke).

we're chatting about potential girls at work - other than me - who could possibly be of the lesbionic nature but just haven't had the kahunas, for one reason or another, to come out....as he then says to me, "yeah, my gaydor didn't even hone in on you because you don't give off that lesbian vibe."

W T F????

now some of you may wonder why this pisses me off so....and some of you who know me best know exactly why this pisses me off so.

add to my list of already fucking stupid shit people say:

"oh, but you don't look like a lesbian."
"don't even think you'll ever look butch with curves like that."
"forget ever looking like a butch until you cut off all your blonde curls...guys really go for hair like that."
"are you sure you're a lesbian or is this just some kind of new phase of yours?"
"it's ok to be lesbian now a days (as they whisper the word "lesbian")."
"oh, i guess you had no choice but to turn into a lesbian after such a horrible marriage."

more to add as they hit me.

F U C K!
(as she runs from the room screaming and pulling her curly-blonde-male-turn-on fucking hair!)

** a term used by Dan Savage, well-known Toronto/New York, etc gay columnist in place of retarded so as to avoid offending anyone who may possibly have a real mental health concern.

dirty girl to mean girl?

exiting her car, i know i left her hurt and wondering this morning,
not a nice way to start someone's day.
yet,
not even i'm sure as to really why.
but,
no more than 2 hrs sleep in two nights didn't help my fucking cold, non-communicative mood.

still doesn't trump the fucking hot weekend we shared. this unified sexual passion that's been simmering between us for about 2 yrs, give or take. this same passion that's been on the break of boiling over for the past several weeks.

seems i was a dirty girl, starting at the club. couldn't help myself. had been controlling all the emotions and sexual hunger exuding my body long enough, trying to be the good girl, the more common-sensed girl, keeping it all above-board for the sake of our friendship..

and then she throws some sinsi-weed (sinsimilla for the possibly less-aware) into the mix while we're stuck in the middle of the slow-moving traffic on the highway.
have you ever smoked that stuff?? holy shit. you're so aware of your surroundings, your thoughts, your actions but any semblance of inhibitions,
fucking
gone

it's like
Arcadia
Eden
Shangri-la
Utopia
all in one.

extremely difficult control work for me not to cut all the other cars off, pull over to the side of the road and let nature takes its course.

by the time we hit the club, the dj was playing some rockin' club music that only intensifed the vibe of the night, drinks were going down smooth and i, this usually sexually shy hidden-vixen was advancing make-out sessions with her right there in full view of all the patrons. didn't help that she looked exceptionally hot that night and her eyes had that extra sexual glow to them.

and,
all signals were screaming a resounding GO FOR IT.

all that built-up hotness followed us back to my place....at this point, i'll let your own vivid imaginations take the story from here, i don't kiss & tell (well, i do on occasion but not this time). but let's just say, i'm fucking sore all over, in a good way ;-)

yet, last night,
circumstances were as they were....
she needed me, i was there for her
she needed a safe place, i gave it to her
because that's what good friends do.

but something was missing,
for me.

because i needed things too
but i didn't ask.
i couldn't ask.

because, whether joking or not, i just may be 'too much work'.

a strong incentive to keep my mouth shut and not ask her, nor anyone else, for anything. i've never considered myself 'needy' or 'high maintenance' with exception to throwing a complimentary bone every so often to my non-existant self-esteem.

and because of that lacking trait, just imagine the questions/doubts/worries that plague this constantly self-criticising mind in the after-glow of our intimacy.

the complex reasons as to why i couldn't sleep, second night, were different than the night before, not in a good way.

this time,
there was silence, coldness and distance after she turned over, away from me, to sleep. i knew sleep is what she needed, for her mind, her sanity, her health.
but, still, i could mentally measure a full two feet of space between our bodies...she, completely to the edge of the bed. i, the same on my side.

where was the warmth, cuddling and tenderness that both of us needed?
it was missing from my bed last night.

all night.

yet, even stone-cold sober and despite a rough and cold night, i'm left
craving
needing
wanting
more

but,
i won't ask.

reality check

it's early....i'm on my way out soon to start my busy day
my bi-weekly day off.
i will be leaving in a bad state of mind.....

my heart races with uncontrollable fears

and a severly non-existent self-esteem

that feeling of worthlessness has bitten me in my ass again
and with more health issues that suddenly creeped into this aging cavity i call my body.

this morning i woke to a major fucking reality check
of my life
of me

my worries that this would happen to me

are now a reality

a heartfelt 'i'm sorry' to......
her
them
everyone
but i can't explain

i'm nowhere near being a happy girl

as much as i hate to say it, maybe my ex is right....

i only put bandages on the issues in my life

and i don't allow anyone near enough to make me happy

despite my knowing, SHE (ex) did not allow me to be happy near the end

so i had to escape

and now i want to escape again

i just want to stay in my room and cry
i just want to fade away
remain invisible

i so wish i could

I HATE MY CURVES!

ok, it's fucking official now....i really really hate my body and all the curves that come with it!

it's been a detriment in my lesbian journey! how much louder do i need to scream:

I AM NOT A TOTAL FEMME!

I AM NOT A GIRLY-GIRL!

i can't make myself any more butch unless i get some fucking surgery and remove my tits, straighten out my waistline and cut off all my blonde curlies (on my head, you pervs) down to almost bald!

AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!! and i don't mean a pirate yell! i'm just so pissed.

what's prompted this tirade of self-abuse?

friends have.

and the last straw was one of my cute and sexy-with-a-booty-to-die-for milk-chocolate chickies who i haven't seen in a while.

we, walking to the subway together, chatting, catching up....she tells me "girl, you can never be butch with curves and hair like that, no matter how hard you try".

i know she didn't mean it as an insult but, fuck, i'm tired of this battle.

i DON'T walk like a femme
i DON'T act like a femme
i DON'T talk like a femme (except that i have a soft, apparently soothing, voice - can i post rolly eyes here??)
i DON'T dress like a femme

the fact that everyone tells me how femme i look pushes me deeper into self-doubt, self-hatred. i've worked so fucking hard at being me but i shouldn't HAVE to work at it....but i feel i HAVE to because of public opinion and that just fucking sucks ass



apparently (as per an earlier blog) there's a word for us inbetweeners * F U T C H*! (thanks Dani)

i feel like screaming some more but

i'll just say

fuck it
i give up

shitty day

(this blog totally just a purging of my shitty morning – have a drink and a joint for me if you’re going to read it)

it’s 10:06 a.m.
i’m sitting at my desk
at work

i feel overwhelmed right now

as more bad, shocking news propels my way, including the loss of my boss...well, for several months anyhow as she's off to another assignment....good news for her....bad/sad news for me...we're so close...we work so well as a team, her and i...same thought process, same detail-oriented, same organiziational skills, etc etc...fuck, we're awesome together! guess they'll all be relying on me when she goes since i'm the co-pilot of our whole team.

and on top of all that and other shit, let's just throw a potential fucking cold sore on it all, shall we?!? yup, that's what happens when i'm overstressed.

f u c k.

the tally of items on my already overflowing plate now being 8?

the smile i had earlier in the week quickly fading

so overwhelmed my eyes are tearing up


and i fucking hate that at work.
i hate that anytime.

because i’m not a whimp

i find myself juggling a whole shlew(?) of shit these days again which i’ll refrain from boring anyone with.

now, that’s a first…me not detailing all the shit :-)

it’s not that all of it is really bad shit……actually, only 1 of them is really difficult and worrisome yet not much i can do about it anyhow

but
they all add up quickly when they come at you one after the other and you haven’t even had time to catch your breath and deal with any of them.

fuck, it’s ironic that this stupid poppy kind-of-religious tune is playing right at the very moment that i’m battling my emotions and all the stuff that’s causing them to overflow.
stupid lyrics….
“Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air“I know I can count on you“Sometimes I feel like saying, "Lord, I just don't care"“But you've got the love I need to see me through….”

well, it’s all bullshit to me anyhow.
my constant, continuous battle with karma, the universe and the supposed existing “spirit” that gets us through everything.

fuck.
off.

yeah……that glory only happens for a privileged few.

proof? look how fucked up humanity and the world is.

a loud raucous HAHAHAHAHA……as i am rudely reminded a spiritual privilege never extended to me since conception of my lovely self.

(although i seriously still believe that i do have a cute little group of angels that does keep my ass in line…busy little ones, i tell ya)

of course I’m not trying to bash any spiritual folk out there…this has just been my own personal experience and battle.

i remain convicted in my statement: i have a permanent slot on God’s shit list.

avoiding the self-pity pool ‘cause that’s getting real fucking old, i often wonder, however, why, in my life (or others), negative shit that happens to us or our families literally dumps on you in droves like a monsoon of shit.

so you can barely breathe.

can’t these things be spaced out a little more evenly???

and, here’s another first…..

i’m actually not freaking out.
AND it’s PMS time.
i’m breathing through it.
staying calm.

and thinking…..

we’ll get through it…we always do.

thanks for listening ;-)

HAPPY P.R.I.D.E.

energy...

where(??) is all this - very hot - energy coming from so suddenly? it’s like i’m a different person….as if i’ve been pumped full of high potency energy supplements or some kind of female viagara LOL. no way i’m complaining. i’ll enjoy it while it lasts…but, shit, it better last through to the end of this coming weekend! gotta finish P.R.I.D.E. with a bang…oops, wrong choice of words

or not ;-)

‘cause who knows what mischievous deeds i’ll get into if all the karmatic energies play out in my favour for a change and with so many hot lovelies abound? omg.

although, in all honesty, i am not a one-nighter. never have been. well, ok, once ….in my teens…and that was only because i thought it was a way of getting back at someone who dumped my ass. but it went very wrong and ended up being one of the worst sexual experiences i’d ever had. i’m cringing at the mere memory of it.

yet, still….there are often times, especially as time is ticking away faster with each passing year and 50 is peeking around the corner at me, i crave that one night experience….maybe just once more….before i really AM too old.

as i sit here this morning playing my fav cd of late, there’s one track that is like an overdose of aphrodisiac for me. it’s one among many other songs that induce such naughty fantasies it’s actually overwhelming (not such a good idea while i’m at work). it’s not even the lyrics but the beat and the darkness of the song itself that throws me into total sexual oblivion. sounds fucked up, eh? lol

not really though…my personal aphrodisiacs have always been body scents and music. these two additions can up the enhancement of the experience, at least for me, to a new level. (ok, throwing in some smooth green leafy stuff is always good too).

sadly, i’ve not, often enough, been accommodated with these from past lovers, no matter how blatantly i’ve hinted. yet i’ve always gone to great lengths to ensure that i’m a source of sexual delight for them in whatever capacity that may need to be.

which then concedes me to believe that most lovers are very selfish, no? well, maybe it’s time for me to be selfish too. yeah, right…like that’ll ever happen.

so, how did we get to this discussion?? hmmm,

1. seems that the ticking clock syndrome has hit me as far as sex is concerned and i’m worried
i’m going to miss out
2. encroaching menopause, fully on its way with its own set of additional worries of
physical/hormonal changes
3. and….fantasies of raw sexual craziness are imploding my every waking moment these days

and the fact that i seem to just want to ramble about shit on my mind so i can move past the past and enlighten a hopefully better future

but isn’t that what a blog is for?

goodbi....

so, the kick off to P.R.I.D.E. starts tonight
and so shall my life
again
:-)

great co-workers

ha! :-)
this week's been a smidgen better at work than usual...i'm fairly lucky in my workplace - i have an amazing boss, a great team and some crazy-ass-but-great colleagues although i find it hilarious that i'm the "token" lesbian out of 300+ employees

regardless, when i finally did come out a few years back, the volume of warmth and support towards me has been no less than phenominal to say the least....i'm sure there's those that have issues with my being so vocal and proud of my confident lesbianism but, and i'm sure of this, they know not to make their opinions known...at least not to my face 'cause they also know they don't want to deal with my wrath when i'm not happy with someone's fucked up opinion....no, i'm not a freakin' ogre or anything but my blunt say-it-like-it-is demeanor with a firey vulgar-mouthed temper when i'm really pissed is well known despite the majority knowing what a sweetheart i really am ;-)

i won't hesitate telling someone off, in my quiet don't-fuck-with-me style, if they act like a jerk or their opinions are insulting and demeaning to others...yup, that's me...always standing up for the underpuss

i figure i can get away with it as long as i'm discrete because i know that the majority of management...or at least the important ones in management....love me

so, those who don't necessarily agree with 'me', know better to stay the fuck out of my way - lol......the rumour mill hasn't, yet, brought any negative feedback in several years so i'm figuring all is good

oh sure, the place is flocking with the boy queens but i'm the only female gay that's outspoken about it...of course, many of us have our 'suspicions' of other chicks who might be but none of them are 'out and proud' like me ;-)

so, with P.R.I.D.E. in Toronto starting the end of this week, i've been 'decorating' my work area and i've had some help along the way.

the first little gift came from my own boss (very very hetero but very very open-minded) who brought me in a little rainbow pen that she picked up accidentally at some convention...of course the pen isn't intentionally designed for gays...jeesh...but it sure fits the festivities
and, as she told me today, she has some gay-P.R.I.D.E. wristbands (you know, like the ones for cancer and other worthy causes) at home somewhere that she'll bring me if she finds them...of course, with her, there would be a funny story behind obtaining them but too long to go into here.


ok, so they're pencils! don't get your knickers all in a clusterfuck about it ;-) couldn't find the right photo...jeesh lol

then there's one of the dudes in Systems...my stupid security work pass has my photo on one side and the hugest freakin' font with my name clearly for the world to see on the other side...of course, i wear this attached to my belt and walking obviously keeps flipping the damn thing over to the name side no matter how i attach it....so i came up with a little photo idea to cover my name and voila.....he was so kind as to print it off on colour print (which us 'regular' workers aren't privileged to use for obvious reasons)

and then today as i come back from some assignment i was doing, i turn my chair around to see this beautiful rainbow flag sitting on my chair! from my sweet friend Tammy.....she'd gone to Winners at lunch and when she saw they were handing out free PRIDE flags with purchases, the sweet thing thought of me and brought me one.

so now my workstation looks very P.R.I.D.E. orientated along with a poster i made for myself that hangs just outside on my wall.

looks like i'm set this year....HUGE amounts of festivities to attend...so my P.I.C. and i are hopefully and finally going on our long-awaited roadtrip this weekend and then we'll need to literally spread (oooo, nice term) ourselves around next weekend to make it to all the events....it'll be damn good for me since i've been out of circulation far too freakin' long...it'll be great to meet new people and let loose for a while...

oh yeah....bring on P.R.I.D.E., baby...bring...it.... ON ;-)

a treat for myself today....

hmmm...i've been hit fairly hard with bullshit again these past few days but, hey, that's life.

we all know it feels good to go out and buy something for ourselves when we need an uplift, no?
yes!
of course!

in my haste to clear out some stuff today to release my brain of memories i'd much rather forget, i quickly realized that i now had no bed sheets for my bed. shit.

ah, but a perfect opportunity to incorporate more of my latest colour scheme for my bedroom....dark chocolate browns.....to go with my sensual antique mahogany sleigh bed

patiently waiting for the streetcar to voyage me up to the nearest metro huge shopping centre, i was starting to get restless so i started looking around out of sheer boredom for this streetcar i saw no signs of coming

and there it was! yup....a little independent bed/linen store right across the street from where i was standing! woohoo.

within 15 minutes, i found the colour, the thread count, the size and the blend - Egyptian cotton and nothing else for these luscious curves ;-)

and to boot?

they were 50% off! holy shit, what a find.

now i feel much
much
better