Kink 'n' Ink

In roughly 51 hours it’s 2011.
Which leaves me just that amount of hours to look back on 2010.
A year with ups and downs but in all a year that ended quite well for me.
I learned a lot, taught others a lot and really came that much closer to how I want my life to be.

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In may I received my vacation money, not a insane amount, but decent enough to pay off the bills that where piling up AND treat myself to something nice.
Roaming Etsy I usually find a ton of beautiful things I would love to acquire but I never do, this time I had some monnies though
Spoiled myself with jewelery and awesome art: [flickr]photo:4745507985[/flickr] [flickr]photo:4745520877[/flickr]

So, life has been treating me pretty okay.
Got word that I am in fact keeping my job for another year. A bit sad that I’ve had to spend 2 months of stress and emo-shit, but hey back to the grindstone I guess

C. left for Berlin with his beloved L. They are an awesome set and from the first reports I got in they are having a ‘smashing’ time (har die har). Yes I miss him (and her for that matter, she’s AWESOME to hang out with) but I also feel that happiness is about freedom, and C. traveling is one of the greatest things I’ve ever experienced.
It will also give me an excuse to go to Berlin on a holiday, hahaha. I also want to visit some other friends who are stationed in Germany for the air force / army. I should probably start planning if I really want to do that though. [...]

Hey coming up with new titles is hard every time again…

I’ve started uploading some of my pics from the iPhone to Flickr and I’m trying to get them to crosspost all over the place. It’s not super difficult but does require me to sit the hell down and read through some of the FAQ’s.

For now just go look at the photo stream thingamabob here: Flickr

Last week it was snowing in the Netherlands.
Next to making traveling by public transport a friggin’ pain in the ass it did give some pretty pictures:

I’m not a big fan of all the snow and ice though. Makes me walk like a total spaz and I fall over just about a million times… [...]

So, I’ve never been a big fan of dress codes, it’s not a secret.
Yes I see the use of them in keeping away people that aren’t ‘appropriate’ to an activity but at the same time they entirely miss their goal half the time when enforced.

Let’s be realistic, as I’ve experienced in the past, the wanker that paid 10$ for his PVC undies is welcomed into the Dungeon 8 out of 10 times and if you know the DoorBitch (terrible phrase BTW, I would not be amused by that term if I where one of them) you’ll probably get in anyway.

Now, you’d think this would be a kink only kinda deal right?
Like, if I’d wear my white jeans and a paisley shirt to a BDSM play party or a Fetish shindig, Right?

Wrong! [...]