In the News:
~ ~ Today is US Armed Services Day. Thank you to all the service men and women who have fought to protect our freedoms. You are the real heroes of our time.
~ ~ I’m at a bit of a loss with regard to the 50something Christchurch NZ man who was sentenced to nine months home detention for injuring two girls – ages 15 and 17 – in a BDSM session. He’s being re-tried because the judge wouldn’t allow him to use the defense of consent, not just because of the girls’ ages, but because the injuries were semi-permanent.
First of all – nine months home detention for an SM session with a 15 year old??? Then to say the man can rightfully use the “they gave me fully informed consent” defense now?? What is wrong with people? If he’d stolen someone’s car he would have undoubtedly been sentenced to more time than he received for engaging in SM with someone’s 15 year old child – and it would have no doubt been in prison, not his home.
About My Day:
~ ~ Earlier today when I was upstairs preparing to go out, Richard arrived to stay with Bill. I must have been in the shower when he rang the doorbell because I wasn’t aware that he was already in the house.
I was standing in front of the mirror wearing only my panties, lamenting my decision to get my hair cut and trying to decide what to wear, when I remembered I’d left the camisole I wanted to wear in the clean laundry basket that was still sitting outside Bill’s bedroom door. I hadn’t finished putting up the laundry when it was time to hop in the shower, so I just left it there to finish as I was waiting for my hair to dry.
Since Bill was downstairs and couldn’t come up without my help, I wasn’t too worried about fetching my camisole while I was dressed (or not dressed) as I was. After all I knew I had the freedom to roam almost naked without being seen.
Just as I approached the laundry basket outside Bill’s bedroom Richard walked out. He’d been in Bill’s room to retrieve something for him and thanks to the radio I hadn’t heard him in there. My face was red, his face was red, and I stood there frozen for a second like some character in a Looney Tunes cartoon. It’s funny how many thoughts can pass through your mind in a few seconds. Should I say something? Should I just turn and walk back to my room? Would he be watching me all the way if I did? After all, willingly walking around in front of someone wearing almost nothing is a whole different thing from accidentally doing it.
Gentleman and quick thinker that he was, he reached down, pulled a towel from the basket and held it out, all the while squeezing his eyes shut. “This will never be mentioned again”, he promised as I turned and walked back to my bedroom.
I’ve been wanting to get to know Richard better and was even getting comfortable enough to consider letting him know more about me, but that was a bit farther than I had intended on going :) Still, I got to know a lot about the sort of man he is from those few moments that seemed to last forever. In spite of the embarrassment I felt, I liked what I learned about him.
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almost rofl, never mentioned, but thoughts are totally fair game :)
You are delightful. You ooze sensuality yet you are embarassed by a situation like this. I’ve been reading your blog for a long time and have been mesmerized not by the hypnosis but by your very intriguing personality. Thank you for being so open about your life and thoughts.
Lady Julia,
I truly love your random writings.
They show clearly how remarkable you are.
Respectfully,
willie
Thank you fellas :)
Fish you are bad…
I think that as adults, who are secure in their sexuality as well as their bodies, when confronted with accidents like this, all that is necessary is a simple “sorry”. Were not sorry for what we look like or what we did, we are simply “sorry” for having imposed ourselves on someone who either was not “involved” with us or simply not “ready” for the harmless assault.
In the whole realm of things, this is hardly earth shattering. Merely an interesting and harmless accident that gives life fun and wonder.
Michael, I did not consider it earth shattering. If I had, I wouldn’t have relayed the story :) In fact, by the time I posted about it I had begun to view the situation as regretful, but a bit humorous.
I wasn’t embarrassed because of what I look like. As you mentioned, it was uncomfortable because I do not know him and am not intimate with him. I think most people would have felt a few moments discomfort.
Your random recounts of everyday life are every bit as poignant as those entries which you plan and craft. This is, in fact, how blogging got started, is it not? People sharing pieces of their real life? This particular entry pleased me in several ways. One, it was nice to see that you moved through the situation with your customary grace. Two, it was good to see that Richard is a true Southern Gentleman. And three, it sparked a bit of self reflection about how my own mind works. Thank you.
Arafin
As you exercise and get yourself in shape things like this will not bother you. A woman with a hot body is never ashamed to show it off.
Lisa here is another example of the rudeness and absurdity of your remarks. Lady Julia is a beautiful woman exactly as she is and she has *nothing* to be ashamed of.
There’s a difference between choosing to share our bodies with someone and having it thrust upon us.
Shame has two parts. The first part is recognizing something which one is not happy with. The second part is overreacting by indulging in self deprecation.
Lisa, you seem to have jumped straight past the first part and landed squarely in the middle of the second, (though I sincerely doubt you know where you are).
Arafin
It takes a conscious decision and a significant amount of effort to override the programming our parents feed us for the first 12 years of our lives. In the US, one of these big pieces of programming is the nudity taboo. It doesn’t matter how we feel about our bodies. Violating the taboos we grow up with, whether by accident or intention, tends to cause mental discomfort. It doesn’t matter whether the taboo is silly.
Perhaps it says something about Mistress Lisa’s upbringing that she doesn’t recognize this.
The only reason I don’t want people to see me naked is because my skin is green.