I'm still in NYC, still having a wonderful time with my great friend P, until this morning.

I get up, shower, dress, and go downstairs to get coffee and breakfast, and........

slip and fall down the stairs!

Both P and her husband were out, so I call P on her cell and tell her I've fallen down the stairs and trashed my ankle.  She calls her hubby, they both rush home to find me on the couch with my ankle the size of a grapefruit.  They iced it, then had the absolutely brilliant idea to take me not to the local ER, where I would probably still be waiting to be seen, but to their foot specialist.  Said specialist sees me immediately, x-rays my ankle (which is not broken, thanks be) but is badly sprained.  He wrapped it for me, and now I'm spending the day on P's couch with my foot elevated, waiting for the pain meds to kick in.

Dagnabit!  And we were having such a great time, too!  Only *I* could be so clumsy!  Hopefully, this won't kill all our plans for the week.

On a much happier note, P and I went to PaddlesNYC, a BDSM club in NYC that held a spanking discussion/demo last Saturday night.  I had a blast!  It was so much fun, made even more special by the fact that I got to meet a friend from BL (HarrySpanks) and my really good friends Sandy and Rad.  And Rad, being the giving sort, agreed to spank me, which of course was exactly what I both wanted and needed.  So when today's stupid slip happened, I kept trying to remember, "It's just another pain-induced endorphin rush."  Sadly, this did not work, as I barfed from the pain and am now being extremely whiny.  Luckily, P is a nurse practitioner and is taking particularly good care of me.  Hey, if I'm gonna get injured, at least it happened where I have my own personal medical staff to attend to me!

So how was your day?  LOL!

Talk to y'all soon,

Hugs,


Katie :)

Greetings, raging masses!  I arrived at John F. Kennedy International Airport on Thursday night.  We landed on time at 9:13, and then spent 14 minutes taxi-ing to the gate.  I've never had to wait that long to get to the gate before.  I wondered if we were just driving back to Washington State instead of actually arriving in New York!  :D

P and I stay up quite late chattering like magpies.  One would think that she and I had been completely out of touch with each other, the time we spent talking that night (and Friday night, and Saturday night), when in reality, P and I talk between 4 and 7 times a day!

Friday we did some shopping, which was a blast.  Something tells me more retail therapy is in store for us!  This was the first time we've shopped together, and I had such fun.  Usually I shop for clothes alone, so going with a really good friend made a welcome change.  She and I are close enough that we can say to each other, "Oh, no, you are definitely not going to buy that.  It does not suit you" without hurting each others' feelings.  I enjoyed it thoroughly, because it was refreshing to get an honest opinion about how something looked, rather than having some annoying commisioned salesclerk tell me that everything looks simply fabulous on me.  LOL!

Saturday P and I went and had manicures.  I love to keep my nails pretty, but I don't have acrylic nails and generally prefer to do my own nails, so this was a treat.  Leave it to P, who is the girliest of girly girls, to plan for us to do something like a manicure.  Such fun!

We also went to the craft store, and I know for certain that we will be doing that again.  I'm going to teach P how to crochet, do silk ribbon embroidery, and any other needlecrafts that she is interested in learning. 

P and her husband have made me very welcome in their home.  My room had fresh-cut roses and peonies in a vase by the bed, and chocolates on the pillow.  She has thought of everything to make me comfortable.  I feel like I'm staying in the friendliest of 5-star hotels!  Oh, and she is a fabulous cook, too!

P has 2 miniature daschunds, who also decided that Auntie Katie is welcome.  They are so adorable, and both are snugglers.  They are so sweet and friendly, and that helps me because I am missing Bonkers and Bentley like crazy. 

Razor and I speak on the phone a half-dozen times a day, but I still miss him more than anything.  In fact, the only downside to this visit is the fact that he and I will be apart for so long.  Oh well...one day at a time, right?

Now I'd better get to bed...I really need to get a decent night's sleep, as I have been subsisting on 2-3 hours of sleep a night.  I'll update again soon and give y'all the blow by blow description of life with P.  Stay tuned!

Hugs,

Katie :)

Current Mood: hyper

Greetings, raging masses!

I know, I know, bad Katie!  I haven't updated in a while, but I do have a good reason.  Back in December when I had a bad case of bronchitis, I had a coughing fit that was so bad I tore my rectus abdominus muscles.  That led to several abdominal hernias, and because I was on Coumadin (a blood thinner) at the time, I wound up in the hospital because of severe bleeding into the abdominal cavity.  I had several transfusions, and was released.

Then Razor and I moved, which aggravated the hernias.  I started with seven, and now have two very large hernias, as the smaller ones have gotten larger by tearing my abdominal muscles further.  In addition, the transplanted kidney has shifted from its position in the right lower quadrant to almost below my navel.  

Swedish Hospital wants to do hernia repair surgery, but first I was too ill, and then when I felt better, my surgery date was pushed back several times because there were other, more urgent surgeries that needed to be done.  Swedish put me on house arrest, meaning that I could not go anywhere or do much of anything.  Boy, do I have cabin fever!

Well, Razor is going on another marathon spanking video shoot, and will be gone at least a month.  His trip may be extended to include a couple of other video companies.  When I told Swedish that Razor would be away on business (no, I didn't tell them what the business trip entailed!), the doctors there told me that I was not to be left alone.  I knew that if I asked, I could stay with my parents.  However, as much as I love my dad, I knew that I wouldn't be there long before my stepmom and I got into it, so I was kind of at a loss as to how to obey their instructions.

Enter my fantastic friend, P.  She is one of the friends who came to Seattle back in February.  She is an amazing person.  She invited me to come and stay at her home in New York while Razor is gone.  Swedish is happy, because P is a nurse practitioner.  Razor is happy, because he knows I'll be in very good hands.  And I'm happy because I get to spend a bunch of time with my dear friend!   I leave Thursday, May 28 and return home on July 8.  My birthday is July 6, and the Fourth of July lands on a Saturday this year, so P and her husband are planning a big barbeque for that weekend.  Razor will be joining us for the weekend, and then we will fly home together on the following Wednesday.  

I'm really excited about this!  I haven't been able to do much lately, so I thrilled to have an excuse to go back to New York City (where I was born and lived until I was 11).  P and I have made a tentative list of things to do while I am there, but of course, it all depends on how I feel on any given day.  

Today I finished the laundry and packed everything except my toiletries.  Annoyingly, I have to carry on all my medications, which means that my carry-on bag will be stuffed with them.  I'm also bringing a blanket in my carry-on, because the airlines no longer give them out.  (I always freeze on airplanes).  I'll also be carrying on my MP3 player, my Game Boy, my needlework, and a couple of books to keep me entertained on the nearly 6-hour flight.  Luckily, it's a non-stop journey, so at least I don't have to change planes.  

My dad will be taking care of Bonkers and Miss Bentley, so that's one load off my mind.  I have copies of all my prescriptions so that I can fill them in NY.  I'm not anticipating any medical crises while I'm gone, but just in case I have the names of a couple of transplant nephrologists who are local to P's home.  I know that P will take exceptional care of me while I am there.  

I leave in 33 hours, give or take, and my emotions are in a jumble.  On the one hand, this will be the longest Razor and I have been apart since he moved to Washington.  On the other hand, I am delighted to go to the Big Apple and spend time with P.  In this situation, I think P's suggestion that I come and stay with her was the best idea, as I can relax and enjoy myself without feeling anxious about my medical care. When Razor and I return from NYC, then I'll have the hernia repair surgery.  That way I'll be able to recover at home in my own nest.

So that's the latest, gang.  I'll update next from New York!

Be well, and have a great summer!  Talk to you all soon!

Hugs, 

Katie :)

Current Mood: indescribable

 

DISCLAIMER:  This post contains a rant about a person who claims to be a top, and should be avoided at all costs. Included are my personal experiences with this person, as well as encounters that were experienced by other people.  All events involving myself are true.  Those encounters involving other persons were told to me by the people who experienced them.  These events have been faithfully reproduced here, to the best of my ability.

 

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In 2006, I was friends with a top who had an obsession with a fictional character.  This top felt that he had all the qualities and characteristics of  this invented person...confidence, integrity, knowledge of the scene.  I was definitely not a newbie (because I've been active in the spanking scene since I was 13), but my dearest friend B was.  Because I've done TTWD for so long, I tend to look out for female newbies.  I take them under my wing and try to educate them as to the ins and outs of the scene.  (Such as, ultimately, the bottom is the person who is really in control of the scene, how to communicate with a potential top before meeting and playing with him/her, and the like.)  I was actually impressed with this top (I'll call him H – for Hopeless), because he seemed quite capable. 

I met H in a chat room at one of the larger spanking sites.  We chatted there for several months.  He seemed like such a great guy.  My best friend B and I spent a lot of time talking with him, first in the site chat room, then on Yahoo Instant Messenger, and then on the phone.  When I say we spoke frequently, I mean several times a day.  There were often three-way telephone calls between H, B and myself.  This continued for about six months.  

B and I really enjoyed this person.  He seemed like a truly caring, warm person.  He said all the right "toppy" things, both online and on the phone.  During this time, I was still on dialysis, and he would make it a point to call me while I was dialysing.  He made me feel very much at ease, because his attitude was so confident.  H came across as Mr. Wonderful.  I really, really liked him. 

B and H and I made plans to attend the Labor Day Weekend Shadow Lane party in Las Vegas.  We discussed it for months, things like B and I wanted H to have a key to our room so that he could wake us with "good morning" spankings and put us to bed with bedtime spankings.  We decided that we would attend the events together, as a threesome.  I had been to many SL parties before, and H had gone to a couple, but B had not.  She was relieved that we would have a top with us to ward off any obnoxious or idiotic advances.  The Friday evening cocktail party, the Saturday Vendors' Fair, the fabulous ball on Saturday night, the private suite parties -- we were going to attend all of the functions as a threesome. 

Because I was still on dialysis (I did not get my transplant for another year and a half), I received special permission from my doctor to go to Vegas without having to dialyze there.  This was accomplished by scheduling me for an additional treatment.  Because of this special arrangement, I was told that instead of my usual Monday, Wednesday, Friday dialysis, I would also receive one on Thursday, so that I could last until Monday, when I returned for my regular appointment.  Therefore, that week I dialyzed as usual on Monday, again on Wednesday night at 10 PM, then yet again at 6 AM on Thursday.  I then got on a plane to Vegas.  I knew that I would probably be toxic by the end of the weekend, so I planned to be very careful about fluid intake.  

I got on a plane Thursday afternoon and arrived in Vegas Thursday night.  B had arrived earlier than I did, and picked me up at the airport.  She had already met H and played with him.  When we got to the lobby of the hotel, H met us and helped me upstairs with my luggage.  We played, and by that time I was really exhausted, so I skipped the Thursday night suite parties and went to bed.

Friday was the buffet dinner/cocktail party and vendors' fair, and B and I were really excited.  We got ready, and were supposed to be picked up at our room by H.  Instead, we got a cell phone call from him that he would meet us in the ballroom.  Okay, first long-standing plan out the window.  We went to the ballroom, and did not see H.  B and I decided that we should graze the buffet and find a table, which we did.  We met up with a bunch of people from the Shadow Lane chat room, and had a great time.  We did not see H until several hours later.  More plans shot to hell. 

(As a side note, that Friday night was when I met Razor.  He kissed me hello, and after the fireworks stopped exploding in my head, I realized that something significant had happened.  Turns out that the significant thing was that I had just met the love of my life.  Who could have known?)

When we finally spotted H, he was hanging around by the spanking models.  It was very apparent that he was making them quite nervous. It was to become a theme for the weekend...H would hover around a group of people, not joining in the conversation, and would ask women to play repeatedly.  He didn't seem to get that "no" meant "no".  

B and I went to a couple of suite parties that night....without H, although we had once again planned to attend these suite parties as a threesome.  What was interesting was that he would find out about the suite parties by asking people who had received invitations, rather than being issued invitations himself.  

The next morning was a ladies' breakfast, called "The Saturday Morning Sisterhood."  This was a suite party hosted by 2 wonderful women, Kat and Dee.  The theme was the color blue, so there was a prize given for the person wearing the greatest number of articles of clothing that were blue.  It was a blast -- brunch, games, lots of laughter, and at the end, Mystery Spankers.  These were several gentlemen who had been selected beforehand by the hostesses.  One of the Mystery Spankers was Razor, and when he walked in, I literally pushed past one of the other girls to be the first to be spanked by him!  

When Razor and I were getting ready to play, H walked in.  I heard the hostesses ask each other if he had been invited by one of them.  Turns out that he wasn't; he just decided to show up at the party because there were lots of female bottoms to spank, and very few men there.  In fact, after Razor finished with me, I spoke to H and he told me not to say anything about him being there, because he didn't want people to know that he had crashed the Sisterhood party.  (Clearly, he knew it was unacceptable behavior, yet he did it anyway.)

There were more suite parties that afternoon that B and I attended, and then we went back to our room to shower and get ready for that night's big dinner/dance.  I was starting to feel a bit toxic, so I tried to limit my activities somewhat, so that I could last the entire weekend. 

The dinner was so much fun!  The wonderful thing about attending a Shadow Lane party is that you can meet up with people with whom you have chatted, as well as reconnect with old friends you have not had the opportunity to see since the last SL event.  B and I did just that, and had a wonderful time...except for the fact that H was missing in action again.  Silly us, we had expected to eat dinner with him. When B and I searched for him, he was trolling the spanking models' vendor tables, asking some of them to autograph copies of the DVDs he had purchased.  It was becoming quite obvious that there was something wrong with H.  He cannot handle social situations in a normal manner.  As I said earlier, he would hover around a group of women and when he would finally work up the courage to ask one of them to play, the women would be rather creeped out by him.  He carried his backpack/toybag with him everywhere, including to the formal dinner.  Now, H has asthma and needs to have access to his medication, but come on!  Put your inhaler in your pocket!  Did he really need to haul around a bag large enough to hold all of the medication inventory from an emergency room?  And I know that he kept all his toys with him at all times, because he TOLD me he didn't want to be away from them.  I guess it was like Linus' security blanket.  

His stalking behavior continued, until he started to hover around a particular cluster of women who all turned him down.  Well, H does not recognize that when a woman says "no," she doesn't mean "maybe later" or "ask me again in 2 1/2 minutes."  Finally, one of the women in that group turned to him and shouted, "Get the F@&% away from me!"  It was at that point that H finally got the message.

This behavior pattern continued through the entire weekend.  After the formal dinner, there were a number of suite parties, and everyone suite-hopped to attend them.  It was delightful, because it's much easier to catch up with someone in a suite than it is in a ballroom filled with 300 people. 

There was one particular suite party that was kind of the "dream ticket" for everyone.  H went to the party (with his ever-present backpack), and was met at the door by the host.  The host pulled H aside and explained to him that a number of complaints about H had been registered, and that a large number of people would not attend the host's party if H was going to be there.  Therefore, the host explained to H that H was not welcome.  Well, H fell apart.  He called B on her cell phone and dragged her away from the party so he could cry on her shoulder (literally).  Other complaints were lodged with Tony and Eve, who own Shadow Lane, about H's stalking behavior and the fact that he would ask women repeatedly to play even after they had told him they would not.  Later, H lurked outside the suite party from which he had been banned, to see who was attending and to play some kind of sick guessing game about who had complained about him.  

On Sunday morning, a group of people, including B and myself, went to the Venetian Hotel to go to the Wax Museum.  H works at the NYC branch of the same Wax Museum, and was able to get free passes for us.  There were approximately 8-10 people who made the trip, one of whom was Razor (*sigh!*).  We all went through the museum, and when we finished, we were walking back to the Venetian's lobby to get a cab back to our hotel.

Remember what I said about being toxic from not dialysing?  Well, by Sunday morning I was really starting to feel ill, and when we were walking back to the lobby at the Venetian, I started to feel as though I would faint.  I had sparkles in front of my eyes, my ears felt stuffed with cotton, I lost peripheral vision, and I broke out in a cold sweat.  I was with B and Razor at the time.  I stumbled, and Razor caught me before I fell to the ground.  He asked me what was wrong, and I couldn't really think well enough to explain.  (Toxicity does that to you.)  He whipped out his phone, and asked B what was the matter, and she told him that I needed to dialyze.  Razor was ready to call 911, but I incoherently begged him not to do so, as I knew I would spend at least the day in the hospital.  Razor half-carried me to the lobby and had me sit on the edge of the fountain.  He then dashed off to buy a bottle of water, and to stop by a bar to get a clean bar towel that had been dampened.  He came racing back, and insisted that I drink the water.  I did so, slowly, and while I sipped, Razor asked H if I was alright.  H said, "Oh, sure.  She'll be fine."  That was the full extent of H's concern.  This from the man whom I had spent months getting to know.  B and I were both flabbergasted.  It was apparent that H wanted to get back to our hotel as soon as possible so that he could spank as many women as he could squeeze in before his Monday morning flight back to NYC.  To say that I was disappointed in him would be the understatement of the century.  I was crushed.  For months, I had been under the impression that I knew this guy, that he was a friend who cared about me.  Now I realized that while he could talk a good game, without the buffer of a computer or a telephone, he had some serious social issues.  

Since then, I have concluded that H has Asperger syndrome.  Wikipedia defines it as "an autism spectral disorder (ASD), and people with AS therefore show significant difficulties in social interaction and restricted, stereotyped patterns of behavior and interests."  This explains much of his behavior (the stalking, the inability to go anywhere without his toybag, his problem taking no for an answer, the fact that he can be told repeatedly that his behavior is inappropriate, yet he still doesn’t understand), and also why he is able to appear normal from behind a computer screen or a telephone. 

After Sunday's debacle at the Venetian, B and I had made plans with H to share a cab to the airport early Monday morning.  B and I got ready, but there was no sign of H.  When we called his room, we discovered that he had checked out and left the hotel without saying goodbye!  B was devastated, and I wasn't much better.  She and I went to the airport, said our tearful goodbyes, and went to our separate concourses.  On my way to my gate, I happened to see H sitting at his gate.  I approached him and asked him why he had ditched us all weekend, and in particular, why he had left without even saying goodbye to B and me.  H does not handle confrontation well.  He hemmed and hawed and finally said that he didn't want a big emotional scene.

That weekend was disastrous for our three-way friendship.  In my case, it was one of the last times I ever spoke to H.  I was terribly hurt, particularly since following that weekend, H did not call me or chat with me. I remained in the hurt stage until toward the end of October, when I called him for the last time. I was finally angry, and I blasted him over the phone.  I felt that he had let both B and me down.   I told him that his actions that weekend were unconscionable, and that I didn't ever want to speak to him again.

Because of my touring schedule, I had to miss the next couple of Shadow Lane parties, so I was not there when his odd behavior got him in trouble again.  Allegedly, he had added to his list of strange behavior by physically assaulting a girl who had attempted to distance herself from him by avoiding him since the previous year's party.   Again allegedly, H grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her into a wall.  Now, this girl is probably 95 pounds soaking wet.  When he (allegedly) slammed her into the wall, he injured her.  She immediately went to Tony and Eve and told them what happened.  This last action of H's was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Tony and Eve finally banned H from Shadow Lane.  

Shadow Lane is not the only national spanking group to have banned H.  He has been banned from nearly all of the major national parties, with the exception of the Texas All-State Spanking Party (TASSP).  The parties from which he has been banned include:  Shadow Lane, Spanking Club of New York (SCONY), Crimson Moon, and the new group Strictly Spanking New York (SSNY).  In addition, Florida Moonshine will not even consider his application, because so many people have complained about him.  So many members, in fact, have told FMS that if H attends a party, they will not come.  Because this will financially affect FMS adversely, H will never be invited to join their group. 

Besides being banned from all these groups, there is another incident that occurred to someone I know.  I'll call her K.  About 18 months ago, she was living in New Jersey and had a job interview in New York.  She missed the last bus back to New Jersey, and didn't know anyone in the city except for H.  In desperation, she called him and asked if she could crash at his place for the night.  He agreed, and she went to his apartment. 

Now H does not like swearing.  For some reason, he has assigned himself as the Swear Police. In chat rooms, if someone cusses, H takes it upon himself to state, "AHEM!", as if everyone in the chat should be accountable to him.  Anyway, when K went to H's apartment, she cussed about her horrible day, and H (according to K) immediately yanked her over his lap and began spanking her.   K was outraged and very upset.  She told H to stop, that he wasn't her top, that her disciplinarian would not be happy, all the while struggling to get off his lap.  H is very strong, and holds black belts in a couple of different martial arts.  No matter how hard she struggled, K could not break free.  It didn't occur to her to use a safeword, because this was not a scene that had been agreed to in advance.  Instead, it was a top taking advantage of his superior strength to enforce his personal rule on someone he had no right to punish. 

K reported this happening to Tony and Eve.  Along with all the other complaints registered against H, as well as the party incident in which H allegedly slammed that girl into the wall, Tony and Eve decided that H needed to be banned.  As Tony has said in the past, unless the female members feel comfortable, there won't be a Shadow Lane, much less Shadow Lane parties.  Therefore, it is in Shadow Lane's best interest to keep its female members happy.  I don’t think there’d be much return business if only males showed up to the parties.

I've belonged to a really great spanking forum for the past year.  I did not know that H was a member when I joined.  A few weeks ago, in the debate section on that forum, H posted a thread about forgiveness.  He said (and I quote): 

 

I’ve come to realize that the concept of forgiveness in our scene is almost completely non-existent.

 

Four years ago I had ONE scene with ONE person that went sour.  The person I had that scene with has gone out of her way to make my existence in the community a headache.  She not only got me expelled from a group I had been involved with for nine years, she is now cornering the market on local play parties by forming her own group and hosting play parties with the adamant understanding that I will NEVER be invited to attend.

 

Two years ago I made the mistake of putting my trust in someone who has proven to be completely unworthy of trust.  This person has ALSO made it a point to make my time in the community miserable, going as far as gloating about my misfortunes to others.

 

In both these cases, I took my case to my friends here at [name of the forum has been deleted] and explained my side of the story.  Every time I do so, I get the reaction that either I shouldn’t have been persecuted for what I did or that the “statue [sic] of limitations” for my mistakes should have expired in short order, not still be lingering TWO TO FOUR YEARS down the road.

 

Then there are the general issues of our scene.  According to the US Constitution, the Fifth and Sixth amendments insure that when a person is accused of wrongdoing, that person has the RIGHT to know EXACTLY what they’re being accused of, the RIGHT to know exactly WHOM is making the accusation, and the right to confront their accusers and plead their case.  The spanking community as a whole does not in any way shape or form support these ideals.  I can’t count the number of times that I’ve been unduly punished by people in authority because “there have been reports of…”or “I heard it from a reliable source that…”, situations where I have zero idea who said I have zero idea WHAT, and I have no way in hell of defending myself from the accusations.

 

I know a few people will claim this is all a bunch of sour grapes but I’m really trying to understand: At what point does a person in our community get to outlive their mistakes? Do other people, top OR spankee, feel they’ve been unfairly persecuted for their actions in our community and still feel that way long after the offense?  [The next paragraph has been deleted because it discusses the forum, which I do not wish to involve here - Katie]”

 

He also sent me a private message, stating that it had never been explained to him why Shadow Lane had banned him, and wanted me to give him any information I might have as to the cause of his banishment, so that he could have closure.

 

Once again, this shows his Asperger Syndrome, as I had received a copy of the e-mail from Shadow Lane that H had received.  In it, all his infractions had been specifically outlined.  H had been informed by e-mail, as well as by telephone.  Because of the Asperger Syndrome, H can be told many times that his behavior is inappropriate, and he simply doesn’t get it.

 

On the spanking forum we both belong to, H has found a harem of spankees that seem to be devoted to him.  Looking at it from the outside, I find it amusing but somewhat frightening that H goes after newbies, the very young or inexperienced, or those with some type of minor mental challenges, such as OCD or manic depression.  It is clear to me that he targets these groups, because they are so inexperienced that they don’t know how a top should treat them.  As I have said, H is great at words, but when it comes to a face-to-face situation, he cannot maintain his veneer of normality for very long. 

 

Almost all of his devotees at the forum are very young women.  In particular, H has gotten deeply involved with one young woman who is 18 years old.  He is literally old enough to be her father.  This woman had an extremely difficult childhood, and she has told me that H has been nicer to her than any other man in her life.  While this may be true, the fact that he is involved with someone who until very recently was jailbait is worrisome. 

 

In addition, H has a “collared slave” who lives at the other end of his state.  This is a puzzling situation to me, because the so-called slave is supposedly happily married (to someone else).  Is it just me, or does anyone else find this odd?  Of course, it’s definitely possible that I completely misunderstand the situation.

 

At the forum where H and I both belong, H has essentially taken over the chat room with his harem.  This group of eager young things use the chat room to fawn all over H, which makes it extremely difficult for anyone else to join in chat. 

 

H has apparently told his harem that I got him banned from Shadow Lane.  This is not true.  I was not at H’s last party at Shadow Lane, and only heard about the incident AFTER the owners of SL banned him.  Because H has told his minions that I was involved in his banishment, I have been attacked by a number of them under the guise of “standing up for H.”   First of all, as I have stated, I had nothing to do with his banishment.  H accomplished that on his own by assaulting another party-goer, as stated above.  Secondly, no one is banished from a spanking group based on a single complaint (unless the incident that prompted the complaint is inherently life-threatening or blatantly illegal).  It takes multiple complaints lodged by multiple complainants before someone is banned from a group.  The fact that H has been banned from virtually every major party in this country should warn people that this is a dangerous individual.  H was banned from these groups because of HIS OWN ACTIONS. 

 

I do not appreciate the allegations H has charged against me.  I have done nothing except point out the truth.  Because of his Asperger’s Syndrome, he cannot accept the fact that the fault lies with him.  HIS stalking behavior, His refusal to change his actions after people have repeatedly and patiently explained that his behaviors are inappropriate and unacceptable, HIS refusal to take “no” for an answer when asking a woman to play, HIS belligerent tantrums in the chat room when a woman refused to call him “Sir” and playfully threatened to spank him…all these reasons and more add up to a single conclusion:

 

H cannot be trusted, and is, in fact, a walking time bomb.  There is no predicting what will finally set him off, nor whom he will hurt when that occurs.

 

I believe his actions speak for themselves.  When I attempted to approach him about his accusations that I got him banned from Shadow Lane, he refused to speak with me.  To quote his own post, “I have no way in hell of defending myself from the accusations.”  What is interesting, however, is that H makes no effort to defend himself – he leaves that to his young female minions.  These misguided disciples have decided that because I pointed out his behaviors that have gotten him banned from all those sites, I am a liar and definitely not to be trusted.  H and his minions remind me somewhat of the Manson Family.  Granted, they are not murdering people in cold blood.  Instead, they are verbally attacking the “unbelievers”.  The drama on that site caused by these girls has escalated to the point where the moderators are considering closing their chat room.  This situation has become ridiculous. 

 

One point that stands out significantly for me is the fact that H has yet to comment about this state of affairs.  Clearly, it is because he cannot deal with confrontation.  However, until H grows a pair and decides to address this issue, nothing will change.  I guess it is much easier for him to whine and moan about not being forgiven, rather than attempting to correct his inappropriate behaviors.

 

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My thanks to those of you who managed to slog all the way through this incredibly long post.  I felt it was necessary to do whatever I could to both defend myself and warn people about this person.  His real name has not been used, but anyone who has met this person will know to whom I am referring.

 

Katie

Yay!  We're in our new place, and it makes me so happy!  We're still upacking some stuff, but at least the place is no longer decorated in Early Box.  We still need to get some more pictures on the walls, and we'll have to buy some new furniture because this place is so much bigger, but all in all, we're loving it! 

I managed to overdo it during the move, even though Razor virtually moved our entire home by himself, and have been in some pain because of the tears to the abdominal muscles, so I went to Swedish a couple of days ago, and I have to return today to find out what they are planning to do to fix me.  As soon as I know anything, I'll let you all know.  

Right now I have to dash so that we can catch  the ferry to Seattle, so I'll fill you all in later!

Wish me luck!

Hugs,

Katie :)

Current Mood: pensive

Greetings, raging masses!

Sadly, my apartment in Washington State is being torn down and rebuilt, so the leasing company wants us to move.  In order to expedite this, they are paying us about 5 times what it will cost for us to move, and have provided packing materials and boxes,  box cutters, packing tape, markers, etc., and have taken us to look at a number of apartments.

We have found one that we like, and for the same rent, the new place will be nearly twice as big as the apartment we are leaving, has beautiful pale grey carpeting, a good-sized deck, walk-in closets, washer/dryer in the unit, and is bright and airy.  I can't wait til we get in there!

Alas, this means that we have to actually pack and move, and that part isn't much fun.  We have been going through all the stuff I have stored in our shed (read:  *I* am going through the stuff stored in the shed, as it is all my belongings), and have culled out the junk and gotten rid of a whole lot of stuff that I don't need or want.  Luckily, a lot of my kitchen items are still packed, so all we have to do is move those boxes.  Razor and I have been very productive...he brings in 5 or 6 boxes, I go through them, sort out the stuff no longer wanted, and repack the items to keep.  Then Razor moves the boxes to the area designated for the boxes that we will move.  It's a good system, and it's been working well so far. :)

Anyway, moving and all that entails is kind of dominating my life at the moment, so if I go quiet for a bit, that is the reason why.  I am feeling good, and am very happy, so please, don't anyone worry!

Our official moving day is Saturday, but we get the keys to the new place later this week, so we'll start moving some of the boxes and smaller items in the next couple of days.

Wish us luck!

Hugs,

Katie :)

Current Mood: determined

Hello raging masses!

I apologize profusely that I have been so lax in updating this blog. Clearly, real life took over when I became ill, and I had to direct all my energies to recovering. I am better now, and I thank all of you who have been worried about me and have sent me messages saying so. Again, I'm sorry I haven't kept you all up to date!

I was in the hospital for about 10 days, then came home during the only window in between snowstorms. Three hours after Razor brought me home, it started to snow and didn't stop for eight days. Unheard of, here by the Puget Sound! My town came to a complete halt. Buses stopped running, the roads were completely blocked...we were snowbound. Poor Razor (who, by the way, stayed with me in my hospital room every night except when he had to zip back across the Sound to go feed our cats) had to slog through knee-high snow just to buy groceries for us! He's a treasure. (I think I'll keep him!)

In January, Razor was contacted by Firm Hand Spanking and asked to come film with them for a marathon video shoot. He didn't want to leave me, but I insisted that he go. He likes doing the spanking videos, and I like seeing him in them, and I knew I'd be in contact with him several times a day. I was still ill, but my parents live nearby and I knew that if anything really bad happened, they could be here in a flash. So after talking about it for a couple of days, I finally convinced Razor to go. He left on January 6th, and returned on the 17th. It was a long eleven days for me without him! In fact, it was the first time we had been apart since we moved in together almost two years ago.

Anyway, he shot for Firm Hand for DAYS! His material should be available on their site (www.firmhandspanking.com)sometime in June or July of this year. I'll post a notice here when his videos are available on that site.

The day Razor returned home, there was a PalmsSeattle dinner, so the poor man got home from the airport and then we left two hours later to catch the ferry to Seattle! We went to the dinner, and stayed with our dear friends Drafty and Perry (they are SO good to us!) and stayed for brunch on Sunday. By the time we left, Razor was about dead on his feet, he was so exhausted!

Since then, we've been back to Seattle a couple of times. Once for a joint birthday party for Razor and Perry, and once for a joint birthday party for Drafty and Pink. So many birthdays all in a row! The latter party was amazing, because some friends from out of town, T from Nevada and P from New York, came for a few days! They stayed with my friend M, who lives just outside Seattle. I went with M to the airport to pick up the girls, and oh my goodness! Talk about a squeal-fest! It was so much fun! I stayed at Milli's that Thursday night, and on Friday the three of them dropped me off at Drafty and Perry's house, where Razor was waiting for me. Saturday was the birthday party for Drafty and Pink, and with all those brats in the house, the tops were BUSY! A fabulous time was had by all.

And just to prove that point, here are some photos of the event!

The Brats Convention: M, T, P and Katie



M, Katie, T and P, with Razor wielding a strap (and look who's on the receiving end!).


And, just cause I like it, Bentley sitting on my shoulder while I'm trying to read.



I'll do my best to update more frequently. I do hope I still have some loyal readers left!

Hugs to all,

Katie :)

Current Mood: cheerful

A couple of weeks ago, I came down with bronchitis.  Not the best thing for a singer to come down with, so I contacted my doctors and got started on a course of antibiotics.  I finished the antibiotic, and was still deteriorating, so I was started on a different antibiotic. The following Friday (the 5th), Razor and I got on the ferry and went to visit our good friends Drafty and Perry.  The plan was Razor and I would get there Friday, on Saturday afternoon/evening was the Christmas party for ThePalmsSeattle (our fabulous local spanking group), and then we would stay over until Sunday afternoon because there was a brunch scheduled for the birthday of one of the members.  
 
I checked with my docs before we left, and was told that I shouldn't be contagious, because I had already had days of antibiotics, and that if I felt okay, then I could go.  So, we did.  Razor and I got there Friday afternoon and I thought that if I sorta saved my energy, I'd be fine for the big party and the Sunday brunch.  
 
Wrong.
 
Friday night by about 9 o'clock, I knew I had made a mistake.  I was still coughing like crazy, and didn't get much sleep.  By the time I finally dragged out of bed on Saturday, I was really ill.  Razor took me home, and we missed both the party and the brunch.  I felt lousy, because we had put our friends out and had to have Perry drive us back to the ferry when he and Drafty were really busy trying to get ready for the party.  
 
Fast forward to last Tuesday.  I had been spiking fevers off and on since we'd gotten home, and Tuesday my temperature was 102.8.  Then I had a coughing fit that lasted nearly 20 minutes, during which I felt something in my abdomen tear.  
 
The following morning, I went to my local hospital's Emergency Room, where they gave me a bunch of IV morphine and performed a CT scan and lab work.  Then they sent me home, saying that they weren't sure, but I might have torn the muscles in my abdomen.
 
Thursday morning I couldn't move.  Not an exaggeration...I literally couldn't move.  Couldn't get out of bed, couldn't turn over even.  Razor managed to get me dressed, and then we took a taxi to the ferry dock, where Razor bullied the staff into giving him a wheelchair to get me onto the ferry.  When we reached the Seattle side of the water, Razor got the use of a wheelchair again to take me to the curb and into a cab.  We went to Swedish Medical Center's Emergency Room, which is where I should have gone in the first place.  Swedish is where my transplant was performed, and my doctors there know me well and understand my medical history.  I was admitted on Thursday, and have been here ever since.  
 
My doctors at  Swedish repeated all the tests that were done at my local hospital, and recognized immediately that I had torn the abdominal muscles.  In addition, because of the transplant, I was on the blood thinner Coumadin, and when the tear occurred, my blood was so thinned that I bled tremendously into the torn muscles, causing an enormous abdominal hematoma.  The doctors were concerned that I would hemmorhage to death, and needed to reverse the effects of the Coumadin, so they gave me Vitamin K (a clotting factor), fresh frozen plasma, and 4 units of blood.  They could not perform surgery to repair the torn muscles and remove the clot, so here I languish until the hematoma is re-absorbed by my body, and they can get the pain under enough control to be managed by oral pain medications.  
 
In the meantime, getting out of bed, standing, walking, coughing (I still have bronchitis, BTW), shifting in bed...all are now activities that are so painful that I have to plan them in advance.  I have no idea when I'll get out of here.  
 
So I will keep y'all updated on the status of Katie's unbelievable hospitalization.  
 
Thanks, everyone, for listening to (reading?) my latest rant and for asking after me.  The support system of this site is unrivaled!
 
Hugs,  
 
Katie 
 
P.S.  Written under the influence of 3 days of intravenous morphine, so please factor that into the above!  

Current Mood: morose

Greetings, raging masses!

How was everyone's Thanksgiving? Mine was wonderful. Razor and I went to Seattle to stay with our dear friends Drafty and Perry, and our friends Milli and Pink were staying there, too. Thanksgiving dinner was the six of us, and boy, did we have a blast! Drafty and Perry are wonderful hosts, and dinner was simply delicious. They served prime rib, garlicky mashed potatoes, green beans and peas cooked with bacon, and incredible rosemary dinner rolls, just to name a few dishes. I ate myself into a stupor!  We had such a great time at their home, as usual. There was lots of spanking activity, too, and I believe a grand time was had by all.

On our way to Seattle on Wednesday morning, Razor and I were privileged to see an amazing sight. We were about 7 or 8 minutes out of the Bremerton ferry dock, when we saw a Seawolf class submarine on its way home to Bangor Submarine Base (which is about 20 minutes up the freeway from our home). The sub was accompanied by a Coast Guard cutter and a tugboate. Razor took the following fantastic photographs.












You can see the Olympic Mountains in the backgrounds.   In the last photo, you can see the Bremerton Navy Shipyard (where the cranes are).  On the very far right, just to the left of the buoy marker, is the U.S. Navy destroyer USS Turner Joy.  It is famous for being involved in The Gulf of Tonkin Incident.  The destroyer has since been decommissioned and is now a floating museum.   We have been told by a bubblehead (submariner) that this is a Seawolf class submarine, which means it is either the USS Seawolf, The USS Connecticut, or the USS Jimmy Carter; all three have Bangor Sub Base as their home port.  How cool are these pictures? Razor did some pretty darn good photography, considering we were on the moving ferry, and the sub was moving in the opposite direction.

Let me know what you think of them!

Be well, everyone!

Hugs,

Katie :)

Current Mood: mellow

Sheesh!  I was all excited about going to meet my friend J today, and was in the middle of getting ready to go to the ferry, when my step-mom called.  She and my dad were receiving a delivery of furniture today, and because it would be extremely difficult for them to move furniture around, she wanted me and Razor to come over and help them.  She even played the guilt card, as in, "Well, I thought that since you two weren't going to be here for Thanksgiving..."  Naturally, I couldn't abandon Razor to go over there by himself (although he offered), because I knew that the explosion would be heard all the way in Seattle.  So I cancelled my plans and Razor and I went over to the parents' house and shifted all the furniture that needed to be moved.  Gee, it was fun.  Really.  No, really.

Razor and I will still be going to Seattle for Thanksgiving, and I am definitely looking forward to that.  A calm, happy holiday with our closest friends, tons of great food, and spanking fun?  Oh yeah, baby!  We leave on Wednesday morning and I think we'll return home sometime late Friday.  I will have access to a computer, so feel free to post, and I'll be sure to update.  

In the meantime, be well, everyone! 

Hugs,

Katie :)

Current Mood: disappointed