Could someone please explain to me why it is that spankees who meet up with a spanker for the sole purpose of being spanked, whine about it?   What's up with that?  Obviously, if you are going to meet someone for a spanking, then you CHOOSE to be there and to be spanked.  Why on earth would you then complain that the spanker is mean, or had no reason to spank you, or, even worse, ask for suggestions for getting out of being spanked?  This makes absolutely no sense to me.  This is supposed to be a consensual fetish.  If you truly don't want a spanking, then don't plan a trip around it. 

I think this bothers me so much because there are women out there who really are being battered and abused, and when spankees play this game of "I don't deserve a spanking," it demeans those who live with constant physical abuse.  It also, in my opinion, tends to give the impression that the spanker they are playing with is forcing them into a spanking.  Someone on a forum to which I belong posted yesterday that she had spilled coffee on her top's lap, and he told her that she would be spanked for it.   She then proceeded to ask the members of the forum for reasons to give him why she should not be spanked.  I posted that "Wasn't spanking the whole point of the visit?" and my post was deleted by the moderators.  No reason given, just deleted.  If you plan to spend the weekend being spanked, why would you complain when the spanking happens?  Spanking between adults should be safe, sane and consensual.  Therefore, whinging about getting a spanking, in this instance, makes no sense whatsoever. You went there to be spanked, you got spanked, end of story. 

I'd love to hear any and all thoughts on this subject.

Katie :)

Current Mood: annoyed

Dad had his surgery Tuesday.  It was a long day for the family.  I was able to see him just before he went to pre-op.  Then it was hours of waiting to hear from the surgeon as to how the operation went.  Apparently, the surgery went "as well as can be expected," whatever that means.  Dad was finally given a room Tuesday evening.

Friday night Dad started spiking a fever and vomiting, and his white blood cell count went through the roof.  He has peritonitis, which is not good while he's recovering from abdominal surgery.  He could still use your prayers and good thoughts.  

With gratitude,

Katie

Current Mood: worried

Last week, we found out that my father has colon cancer.  The doctors insisted on surgery as soon as possible, so he is having surgery later today (Tuesday).  I'm having a lot of anxiety about this.  My dad is 71, type II diabetic, and has a history of heart attacks and multiple surgeries on his feet for diabetic neuropathy.  He can't feel his feet, so he gets wounds on them that don't heal for months.  Years ago, he was misdiagnosed when he had appendicitis, and subsequently his appendix burst.  When they finally operated, he had peritonitis so severe that closing his incision was not possible...it had to be packed. 

Therefore, I am freaking out about his surgery today.  This is my daddy.  He has been through all of my kidney problems with me....the 36 surgeries I had in six years' time, the dialysis, the transplant, the recovery....everything.  And now he's ill.  I'm truly, nauseatingly terrified.  My mom died in 1980.  I know that at some point, Dad will go, too.  I just am not ready for it to be now.  

I don't want to miss him.

For those who pray, please add him to your prayers.  For those that don't, please send good thoughts his way.

Thank you all.

Hugs,

Katie

Current Mood: scared

I really don't like Halloween.

Yes, I said it.  Hate me if you must.  

I don't like masks on peoples' faces.  I don't like being obligated to spend money on candy to give to kids I've never met.  I particularly don't like the fact that some people believe that simply because they put on a costume, they no longer have to abide by the normal rules of decency.  Who decided that it was perfectly fine to dress up and vandalize peoples' homes?  Or act like a complete idiot?  I don't get it. 

I admit it.  I'm a Halloween Scrooge.

I don't like feeling compelled to wear a costume.  I'm happy being myself.  I don't want to be anyone else.  I am not interested in dressing as, say, a pirate and saying "Aarrrgh!" all night. 

And what about the people who Trick or Treat when they are obviously YEARS too old to do so?  If you're in high school, you're too old to be begging for candy.  Grow up, already!  WTF is up with that??

Okay, maybe I'm cranky because I've had H1N1 for the past 5 weeks.  But seriously, don't show up at my door if you're older than 12 or are wearing a mask.  I won't open it.

Katie

DISCLAIMER:  When I was 6 years old, I went to a huge Halloween gathering with my family, including my grandmother, aunts and uncles, and 11 cousins.  At this gathering, I was attacked by a man in a mask who was about 35 years old and drunk beyond oblivion.  Obviously, this has colored my feelings about Halloween.

Current Mood: cranky

Today is Love Our Lurkers Day, started by Bonnie of bottomsmarts.blogspot.com/.  This is YOUR opportunity to be heard as a full-fledged, non-anonymous commenter.  It will give you a chance to make your voice heard by all the readers of this and the other blogs participating in LOL Day. 

I invite you to leave a comment, let your opinion be read.  Use your own name, or a pseudonym, but please, leave some affirmation that you not only read this blog, but wish to continue to do so! 

I know you're out there...let's hear it!  I look forward to hearing from you!

Hugs,

Katie :)

Current Mood: cheerful

Ooh, I'm so excited! Firm Hand Spanking (www.firmhandspanking.com/spankingvideos.htm) has put up the first of my Razor's videos! As you should all know, Razor (aka John Ryan) is my darling fiance. He did a marathon video shoot back in January for Firm Hand, and now the first video is available. I strongly suggest all of you join Firm Hand so you can see him in action!

The Spanking Spot (thespankingspot.com/) has posted a review of this video...and Razor's review is the top of today's updates! Brushstrokes, who writes The Spanking Spot, said some very nice things about Razor.

Here are some stills from the video, co-starring newcomer Ally Cole:


























Everyone, go to Firm Hand and watch the intro video clip.  I know, ladies...he's yummy! 

And he picked me!  *happy sigh*

Katie :)

Current Mood: ecstatic

Once again, I have not updated for a while.  Truthfully, I was a little afraid to do so.  When I got home from NYC, life got very difficult.  I've been ill again, and have made a few trips to the hospital.   I had some internal bleeding and needed some blood transfusions (always an issue when you have received a kidney transplant), and I really was feeling dreadful.  Then we had a completely unusual heat wave here in Washington State.  Last week we had several days in a row of triple-digit temperatures.  I spent hours and hours in the bathtub, because in WA most homes and apartments don't have air conditioning.  Luckily, our dear friends drafty and Perry invited us to visit them at their home across the Sound, because they have A/C.  Thank goodness for sweet friends who welcome us like family!

Another problem was that an earlier post of mine caused trouble on one of the many forums to which I belong.  Apparently some members there didn't like something I posted here about someone, and the moderators decided to ban me for a couple of days.  Interestingly, because NO ONE can censor my blog, the post has remained up on my blog, but I did remove a direct quote that I had taken from that forum.  Fair enough.  The forum is a closed site that offers privacy to its members, along with the assumption that only members can read any post written there.  Mea culpa.  As I said, I removed the quote, but the post is definitely still up (ascuseme.livejournal.com/2009/05/26/ ).  I posted about this person (who is not named!) as a warning to people who might run into him in the scene.  I still believe that the warning is appropriate.  And because I can say whatever I like about whoever I choose on my personal blog, it will remain there.

Also, when I returned from my trip, I was asked by a number of friends on YIM about the status of my relationship with Razor.  WTF?  I was actually told by one person that this person had heard that Razor is going to re-join the military because "he would rather go to Afghanistan and get shot at than be with me, because I am a horrible and mean person."  This would be hilarious if it weren't so damn stupid!  I am stating unequivocally here and now....RAZOR AND I ARE STILL TOGETHER, STILL ENGAGED, AND NOTHING COULD BREAK US UP!  

Just so you know.

Hugs,

Katie :)

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