Month: June 2011

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Spent yesterday at wineries

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Also spent way too much money.

A nice lunch, and nice time sampling several different wines. There were bunnies, and great views.

I bought too much wine, had a lot of fun with a some of the folks in the tasting rooms. When we got home I discovered that I really need to drink more, OR need to open a shop.

Perhaps I could invite some nice people up to the house ply them with wine and have our way with each other. Now that’s got possibilities!

After the last winery I had the navigation bitch look up  a gun store  I’ve been wanting to visit for a while. I’ve been looking at 1911s, perhaps another Sig in the 229 series, and picking up a shotgun. Yeah with what money? I ask myself that all the time.

It was a short hop even in 5:00 traffic. When I walked in the door I was dumbfounded!

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I shouldn’t have waited. They had many, many, guns!

There were; Rifles, pistols, shotguns, old guns, new guns, used guns, new guns and tons of ammunition.

It was amazing, considering that many times if you want to see the wares of more than one or two manufacturers you end up driving to 3 or more gun stores. Typically these places are small and invariably don’t have what you’re looking for.

The exception being BassPro. However in their case you often can’t even GET to the counters to see what they’ve got.

This store was very different. This was like being in a candy store that had received a year of shipments all at once. It reminded me of home, and similar places I’d been to with my Dad. I haven’t seen anything like this since I left the deep South, and for it to exist in California is almost beyond belief.

Not that I’m complaining but I was surprised, pleased, and will be heading back.

Sometimes there can be too many choices but at least now I have a place that I can compare different models side by side.

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Daddy ME?

 

Perception is funny.

I don’t think of myself as anything other than just a guy.

Imagine my surprise when I was referred to as “That Hot Daddy” over there…

WTF? I’m no Daddy, I’m just a guy… Then I realized that perhaps Daddy is much like Bear. It’s an attitude as much as what you’re wearing or whether you have a dungeon.

I however never expected to be sexualized as a “Daddy” in a bar. Not that I mind, per se. I’m just a bit surprised.

I asked a friend about it. “Am I a Daddy?”

He reply was “Oh yeah…”

When I pressed for him to elaborate, he said, “You’re confident, you walk in places like you OWN them and you know your place in the world. You are obviously all about control. Couple that with your penchant for good leather boots and your complete LACK of costume in a bar where full Leather IS the uniform, and you come across as very strong and in charge. It’s appealing to a lot of folks. Since I know you are familiar with certain Kinky aspects of sex I think of you as a total Daddy.”

I’m stunned. My friend grins, “You didn’t know?” then busts up laughing.

Nope I didn’t know. More to the point, I was Clueless.

But I started thinking about my “Style” for want of a better term.

I do own a couple leather jackets, for warmth in the winter. I do not own any leather pants, shirts, vests, or caps.

I suppose I’m more about practicality than costume.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoy owning some of these things, I simply refuse to pay top dollar for products that I think are of questionable quality. And lets face it a lot of this stuff is mass produced in India or China.

I would probably be more likely to make these purchases if I could find someone to custom fit me. I know that there are people around who do that sort of thing… but it’s not a high priority for me.

Buying this stuff isn’t high on my list of important things because I’ve always felt that stuff I own should be natural to who I am.

I will sometimes run across an item that “Feels right” when I do, I buy it. The “Rightness” is very important to me. That’s why I had one of my favorite leather Jackets cleaned and restored after the fire. The Jacket still has a little smoky smell, Thanks to a Doc Baileys treatment before the fire and good professional cleaners after, my jacket has real “Character” now. I never want to feel like I’m putting on a costume. I always want be comfortable and authentic in what I’m wearing and how I present who I am.

Being outfitted head to toe in leather attire isn’t going to change who I am.  Dressing the part isn’t going to make me any better in bed. Sure it may add to the fantasy. In point of fact unless I’m engaged in a scene where leather is a primary actor we’re going to be skin to skin anyway.

At that point the leather you’re concerned about will be the leather implements I’m going to use to take you to your personal edge. After all, isn’t that what you’re interested in anyway?

So I guess I’m a Daddy, I wish I’d noticed this transition. But apparently, part of my Daddyness is the fact that I’m unaware of it.

People need to  bring me up to speed more often…

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Check out A Thousand Suns if you haven’t heard it.

If you haven’t heard Linkin Parks’  A Thousand Suns I have to tell you it’s an album that is VERY WORTH your time.

I’ve at best been an interittent fan of Linkin Park, but their last two albums have been really enjoyable.

I finally got around to buying A Thousand Suns and wish I hadn’t been working my way so slowly down my musical “Gotta Buy” list.

I am not in general a fan of rap music and while Linkin Park uses some the syncopation associated with rap, they do it so well it’s punctuating their music, not THEIR ONLY musical style.

They also don’t reuse the same rhythm track that everyone else has used to death!

Most of this album and a lot of Lady Gaga The Fame Monster has ended up on my “Badboy” playlist.
I haven’t heard Born This way yet but it’s on the list.

The Badboy playlist is what I’ll be playing if I’m going “Off the Radar” and clubbing or just turning off the phone, then picking a direction and driving.

Here’s the list

I’m still working out the order but this usually gets me pumping and in the mood after a crappy day to go out and have some fun.

 Adult fun is good for the spirit! Wanna go be Bad with me???