Japanese Fish Flakes & Roald Dahl
Heya Fuchka - thanks for the note. Japanese pancakes, eh? I totally remember my first experience with them. Was in Kyoto Japan, and I remember watching those flakes dance and thinking, "This is unlike anything I've ever seen before!" It was a delicious evening, and I'll never forget it. Kyoto blew my mind in general though.
Ballistic gush it up, yo! Totes gunna check out your blog! Wish I could take you out for a coffee and talk - but it appears that you may be in NZ? LOL - maybe a little far for a coffee....
I love Roald Dahl's adult fiction - one of my favourites, just because of the sheery raunchy hilarity of it is My Uncle Oswald. Every once in awhile I'll find a compilation of his short stories with a new one that I haven't read before and it makes me SO EXCITED. I love how macabre and twisted he is, how much he can make you yell "NO!" when you read the ending.... like the Chippendale antique one. Skin is fantastic.
I'm playing a lot with the ideas of primary partnership now. My heart and thoughts are all a'struggle with it, and I can't say that it's been super easy these past couple of weeks coming to terms with the differences in psychology/reality that are happening. I'm still sifting through it, and often prefer to process first, and write about it later - although not always. I'll see how I'm feeling - might do a giant blog about it.
Poly is a surprising and interesting journey. Was thinking about my yogic studies, and how poly is completely discouraged from a yogic point of view. I wonder if it's recommended because it is so challenging, so difficult in a lot of ways for a lot of people - life a safeguard against going down a path strewn with brambles waiting to snag tender flesh. I know I'm sure doing some scratching and tearing these days - but the joy that I also feel from it seems to balance it out.