Stuff that happened to me today

Still feeling "floppy", so nothing big, news-based or political-like in this really, just some things that went on in the Snowdrop life over the past 24 hours or so.

Start with "happy", then "sad", then "happy" again and end up with "hard work leading to success".

Happy was last night, which was the local munch so I got to see some kinky friends. One of them was raising money for a charity supporting women and children in Afghanistan, which obviously with my feminist leanings was something I wanted to support. She was charging 50p for a kiss, but I didn't have change so I bought two (one on each cheek!) Munches are always fun in my experience, and kisses are nice too.

Sad came early this afternoon. In town there was a street fayre thing going on, which was nice, but more importantly, I was set up for a hairdressers appointment! More on that in the second "happy", but for now, I am walking into town in the glorious sunshine, my long hair flowing free (I think it gets tangled more when I tie it back, which is a bugger because it can be awkward and unruly otherwise). On my headphones from my mp4 player I was listening to Right Said Fred, I think it had got onto "I'm Too Sexy". And I,. of course, was wiggling my hips to the music, because it's very good hip-wiggle music - and it's got the lyric "I shake my little tush on the catwalk". Admittedly, my tush is somewhat lardy and big, but I was feeling sexy and happy and fun.

Then the other direction came a bunch of men I can only describe as louts, in a red beat-up hatchback, and looking terribly rowdy. I could see them pointing and laughing, which was bad enough, but I wasn't going to let that bother me. This, however, tipped over into street harassment as their car slowed down for the traffic lights and I walked past - the jerks sprayed the windscreen cleaner as I went past, I felt the faint mist droplets land all over me. Arseholes! The lights changed just then and off they went. I continued wiggling my hips down the street. Did I look gay, in their terms? Probably. And of course, Richard Fairbrass is open about his sexuality! Anyway, I was definitely not gender-conforming, and that's enough to make me a target.

But let us cast such negative thoughts from our minds! I had a haircut to attend! I wish I had more money to spare, so I could do it more often. I made excuses for the after-effects of my usual thing of clipping away in front of the mirror at home to try to make things neater. The money this time, though, was no object (or won't be until the next credit card bill comes!) I am making myself look absolutely divine and regal and yet and at the same time pretty and rather accessible! This is so that I will not be an embarrassment to my sister on her wedding day in a couple of weeks' time. She will be looking even more divine and regal than me, of course! [I've just spotted how many '!'s I've used in this paragraph...]

So, I went to the hairdresser's, my sister had recommended them to me and since it's her special day, I went with what she said. The young lady who did my hair was very nice, and it was a great experience - as I said, I wish I could afford it more often than once every 5 years or so. Seeing as "all the tracks lead to the same place" in my mind, having my hair cut led my thoughts to kink. In particular, as she washed my hair ready for the cut, I reflected that even though I was following her direction and putting myself in her hands, she was serving me, and I was in control. Service D/s often strikes me as having this paradox or dilemma in it. Control and power are weird things for sure! But then I was sat in front of the mirror with the cape to catch the cut hair and I saw the slight smile on my face and my dark eyebrows and that face, that smile - pure sadist/Dom! I found myself wondering what my hairdresser thought my smile was about and if she read it the way I did. Put it this way: I used to wonder if I had the "evil glint" that so many sub women say turns them gooey inside. After today, I need no longer wonder - it's there!

So that was a very happy experience, and I felt wonderful afterwards, with a PROPER hairdo for once!

When I got home, however, it was all hands on deck (well - "all hands" meaning me!) because I needed to get on with tidying. Today it was the Computer Corner, which meant untangling the cables, moving all the tech out of the corner, shifting the desk, hoovering, and then putting it all back. I put it back differently. For a while now the screen on my iMac has been dying. I have shifted the iMac to one side and put a replacement screen centre-stage, rearranging it as the main screen. The PC is now on the bottom floor of the computer desk, the printer on the top floor so it's easier to load. I need a new VGA cable so I can swap the screen from Mac to PC as necessary, but otherwise it's good. I was also able to find the ethernet port on the PC so now I can put PC, iMac and netbook all through my router and get fully connected! So, it was hard work but it led to success.

Now, as I've been writing this, the "Live Final" of "I'm In A Rock'n'Roll Band" has been playing in the background. The 3 bands vying for the position of the best rock'n'roll band are all defunct, and all of them have members who are dead - Queen, Led Zeppelin and the Beatles. My vote is for Queen - love the theatrical nature of their music!