7.3.26
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Fetlosophy is back online! It has been only a week but it feels like I’ve been disconnected from my people for ages.
The move has been an ordeal. Moving from a large place to a smaller one is challenging in and of itself, but this was only the beginning. It took three trucks and six movers to get us from one place to another. Considering that in addition to a full house, we were moving two active workshops, it shouldn't have been surprising. Yet I admit to standing there gobsmacked watching the three trucks being filled to the brim and having one of the trucks make a second journey to collect the things that were left. In addition one of our cats has escaped the frightening scene and hasn’t returned for hours, no matter what I tried. So I spent a few agonising hours worrying about her safety. In the end we she came back and I bundled us both into the car and we drove to the new place.
But wait there is more. On arrival to the new place I saw no walls or floor. Every available space was covered in our positions not leaving us room to move around them. The cats were excited to sleep on top of boxes. We started assessing what we could part with if we wanted to have a comfortable life in this house. It was a lot. Channelling Marie Kondo I ruthlessly donated, given away and disposed of a large number of things. Some are still to be collected, but the floor space is visible.
But wait there is more. The process was further slowed by discovering that every sink in the house was leaking and flooding the cabinets under them, so we couldn’t put away all the things that belonged in them. This hasn’t been resolved yet, because this isn’t an emergency complaint and we are waiting patiently for the arrival of the saviour, … um… plumber.
More about our tribulations in the next instalment!
But you will be happy to learn that all FETLOSOPY products have arrived safely, have been organised in their appropriate cabinets and are ready to go to their new homes. So get clicking!
I am also looking forward to the next skillshare Power exchange dynamic set-up at the The Mezzanine at The GSpot Adult Variety Store on Sunday 22nd March. Tickets and more information at https://fetlosophy.com/skillshares
26.2.26
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Ever since I was a child I wanted to teach. I didn’t know much yet that I wanted to share with people, so I invented stories and told them to whomever would listen. Grown up people in my life didn’t like it, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t for the attention or praise. When I was telling stories, I wasn’t thinking about anything. I was there in the moment, head silent and calm. It has been like that ever since for me. These days I teach kink at the Mezzanine of the Gspot adult variety store, and it feels amazing to me. Sitting with people who are either new or want to look deeper into subjects that we all relate to, makes the hours of preparation worth it.
Today I am sitting among packing boxes that hold almost all my belongings as I prepare to move to another house. All my candles and floggers are softly and carefully packed and waiting for the removalists to take them, and I realise that what really matters is inside me and will move with me wherever I go. It isn’t in the boxes, but rather in my soul. It is the wish to share knowledge with people who want it. Not the dry information on how to function in the kink world without harming yourself and others, but rather the knowledge of years of trial and error, of pain and delight, and of success and failure. Possibly more of failure, because there isn’t much to learn from success.
In addition to that knowledge there are the stories that I tell about things that didn’t happen. Stories about things that could or should have happened, and stories about things that should or could not. Stories about other lives I could have lived but didn’t and other people that did and felt things that anyone of us could have done and felt. These stories aren’t ready yet to share, but they will be, and soon. These people have lived in my mind for years and came out onto the paper in a rush.
The universe these stories live in will feel familiar to many. It is the universe many of friends, as well as I, live in. It is the world of kinksters who live their lives with kink as the main protagonist. They think and behave like any of us, but they aren’t us. They are fictional characters.
All this is to say that although my physical belongings are in boxes and therefore unavailable, my most important things are here and now, fully present and active and I feel excited to let them out to play.
2.2.26
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Yesterday I presented the first skillshare of the year - strap-on play.
The mayhem started a few weeks prior to the date of the skillshare. On the events listing I saw an unusual number of interested parties, 81 to be exact. I took action immediately and explained that the space is limited to 20 attendees . To be honest I prefer it that way. I am not one to lecture to the class, but rather converse with people and answer questions as they arise. And they do arise, because we are not uniform machines and everyone’s experience is different. So I usually organise the sitting in a circle, with nice colourful cushion on each chair and talk.
Anyway back to the tickets, very few were sold a week prior to the date, many reserved their place by messaging me privately (read a long correspondence with each), some contacted the venue only to be redirected to me, etc. etc. Two hours before the start time I did a rough count and announced that the event was sold out. You would think that all went well from that moment on, wouldn’t you? Not exactly. People who reserved their tickets seeing that the event was sold out decided that their tickets were sold to others and didn’t come. Some others messaged me while I was on route to ask for tickets. and then some who already purchased their tickets didn’t come.
The ones who did attend had a great time. We sat in a circle discussing various way to kill or injure each other with huge dildos, how to mix the perfect lube, and things to that effect. There was a lot of laughter and even spontaneous applause at the end.
…and when I arrived home I opened my app to discover many messages from people asking when I am going to run this skillshare again…
Conclusion: Buy your tickets here in advice. Don’t hesitate and don’t delay. Come and have fun!
3.1.26
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Among the many, many, things I do, which I shall share with you in the future blog posts, there are some stupid ones. One such thing happened on 11.10.25, which resulted in tears in my left shoulder subscapularis and supraspinatus. It was after fetish expo, around 1am, when I decided it would be a good idea to deliver over an hour of rough body play, specifically punching. I wasn't feeling any pain while doing it. On the contrary, every muscle in my body was singing with joy at the long forgotten pleasure of letting loose and raining unending punches.
In the morning my arm felt numb and after a couple of days I had trouble moving it at all. Every twist and turn had me gritting my teeth in pain. Amazingly cause and effect didn't connect for me for a while. Only when I was describing my latest play to a friend, it clicked. Hitting a surface as hard and dense as a wall for over an hour, somehow slipped my mind as the possible cause of my injury.
Concurrently scans were performed and revealed the torn muscles, and I had the joy of explaining the activity to multiple people of my care team, some of whom looked at me in horror, 'Why would you punch a wall, and why for so long?'
'It wasn't a wall, it was like a wall.'
'Why would you want to do that?'
'Because it was fun.' I can see confusion and disbelief in their eyes. 'It wasn't a wall, but a very dense pair of buttocks, placed in such a way that only the muscles were on the surface. ‘ Even in the midst of excitement, I made sure that it wouldn't harm the bottom.
The diagnosis didn't solve the problem of course,. Next will come hours and hours of rehabilitation, very painful massages and no upper body training for the foreseeable future. If that doesn’t make a difference, surgery will become a real possibility. So yes, that happened.