Moose's Archives - March, 2005

Entry the Six Hundred and Eighty Second

01 March 2005

Plans

Fatigued of late, which meant I hit coffee a couple times this past week. Grrr. Though the one day last week was fun because I got to chat with some of the older attorneys in my office, getting the good gossip on who's done what, etc. Was quite nice. And wouldn't have happened without the social lubricant of a cup of decaf. Ugh.

Went to a DC Tri Club meeting on Sunday. So far, I'm liking the group. Good folks, well run, and all that. Will be good being a member, I think.

Swam Monday. Slept in some today. Will run tomorrow (in the cold! I am sooo ready for spring already!). Swim Thursday, bike Friday I think. I'm going to have to adjust my schedule again, and I need to find out when Pride is this year to make sure it doesn't interfere with the planned Triathlon we're supposed to run that month. If it does, I'll have to pop into the Advanced group and start the process with an Olympic in July rather than the current plan, to do a Sprint in June. I'd prefer to do a sprint first, but we'll see what the dates look like.

Been reading The New Topping Book since I keep getting asked to be a dom. Is good reading, as was The Ethical Slut, the other book of thiers I've read. I picked up The New Bottoming Book as well, since I believe one should know both sides of queer sex to be better at one's chosen role.

Also, since I keep getting asked to dom, I finally took some pics in my new Nasty Pig shirt. Check the pics link above for the one I thought was the best of the batch.

Entry the Six Hundred and Eighty Third

10 March 2005

Catch Up

Not the worst week I've ever had, by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly not the best, either Which is a shame, because some fun things have happened of late, but they're currently overshadowed by my foot being back in my aircast through Friday of this week.

Evidently my little venture into cycling and then running the next day was a tad too much, too fast. My right ankle, despite feeling better for Saturday last's run, killed me on Wednesday of last week. Saw the podiatrist on Friday and he diagnosed tendonitis, with a week in the aircast as therapy. He also recommended I do orthotics this time around, since this is not my first bout with tendonitis, so I gave in this time and got the molds made. Should be able to pick those up in 2-3 weeks, and hopefully they'll make a difference in my shoes. I'm also going to drop the thin dress shoes I (used to) like - the base isn't thick enough, and Pangea makes two models of thick soled dress shoes, both brown and black, so I'll just pick up a pair of each of those once I can get out to White Flint to get the right size.

Had fun this past weekend, inviting some friends over for dinner and looking over my (mostly uselessly valueless) comic book collection. Despite not realizing I was running really, really low on arborio rice and having to run to Whole Paycheck in the middle of cooking dinner (in the aircast, mind you!), it went well. Need to invite random folks over for dinner more often, especially as the weather warms up and we can sit out on the balcony and sip wine and be thoroughly spoiled.

I also neglected to write up the last play session I had with the blond and the fuzzy one. If the first one was all about watching the two of them interact and fitting myself into that great and sexy dynamic, this one was all about giggles. It might not have lived up to their expectations from the prior visit in terms of pure hotness (I was a tad tired and didn't come quite as quickly as I might have liked), but I had fun. Best moment was me coming all over myself, having finally gotten all worked up with the fuzzy one while the blond was downstairs checking on their dogs. I happened to come precisely as the blond was coming back in the room, which had him standing there with hands on hips like he was mortally offended that I'd not waited for him (I'd previously gotten them both off all over each other). Just goes to prove my point that sex should be about having fun, and that includes laughter and not taking yourself too seriously.

Could tell my body was 'off' the early part of this week, but I appear to be getting back to normal. A craving for fruit this evening (as opposed to craving sugar) was a good sign that I'm getting back to normal. I'm hopefully the podiatrist will tell me I can leave the aircast tomorrow and I'll perhaps go swimming tomorrow evening, my first exercise since the 2nd (!!). Just have to ease into the biking a bit more slowly than expected, which is fine. Good to learn this now, at the beginning of the season, than to do it a month prior to the triathlon. As it is I'm three weeks out from the ten miler, so it's likely I won't make my goal time, but will be able to finish it.

Been chatting with some boys about possible BDSM play, on both sides of the equation. And you know, the idea of either is turning me on. Gotta love switching back and forth - much more flexible than rigidly adhering to one side or the other.

Also seriously considering getting a Treo 650 with Sprint service. I'd rather have something with an unlocked phone, but the CDMA service, which it seems has faster data times, has to be locked to a network, unlike GSM phones. Ah well. Want to get my hands on one of them first, then make up my mind. My contract with T-Mobile (who's been fine, but who doesn't support the 650) is up next month, so I'm free to travel after that. And of course the "renew and we'll give you a gazillion minutes" offers are arriving now from them, too. Ah well, carry the phone I want and I'd consider staying. I'm pretty much set on a Palm OS phone because I use my Palm so much. And it would be nice to have one device to carry instead of two.

Anyway, off to pack a (hopeful!) swim bag for tomorrow, and get my butt to bed.

Entry the Six Hundred and Eighty Fourth

13 March 2005

Progress

Did get the aircast off, have been walking normally, and did manage to swim Friday evening.

Didn't do anything else exercise wise except walk around as much as I felt comfortable. The foot feels fine, but I don't want to push it (yet). Will do some exercise bike time tomorrow, I think, then swim Tuesday after work. I'll try a short run Wednesday and see how it goes (20 minutes).

Shoppped Saturday and Sunday. Met a new guy with a common BDSM interest on Saturday for lunch. Was very handsome, and a fun person to talk with. Younger than I, but more experienced in this area. Good guy. Today I headed out with Brian to Hechts and H&M downtown to look at clothes, lunch, and snark at people. Was quite, quite fun and just what I needed to get me a nice, leisurely walk around, moving the foot around some more.

Otherwise I didn't get the work done for work that I needed to, so tomorrow will be busy, and perhaps a late night. Training T/W/Th, so will not be in the office at all until Th afternoon after tomorrow, and since this project is promised to a grand high muckety-muck, it has to be done by COB tomorrow. Whee!

So, progress of a sort on the physical arena, and some good down time. Coolness.

Entry the Six Hundred and Eighty Fifth

20 March 2005

Setback

Ran Thursday and by the evening the pain was back in my foot. Much milder than the last batch, I didn't need the aircast, but it was there for about 1/2 a day on Friday. I was not amused. As such, I will not be able to run the Cherry Bloosom 10 miler in two weeks. Annoying, that, but I'd rather take the time out and get this taken care of than be stupid and kill myself.

My triathlon group seems to be full of gimps. My foot, someone else broke their collar bone recently and another woman just gave birth not long ago. Three of five down so far. Not the best record to start with, but we'll get there.

Too much food this evening. Made banana bread, had snacks from a shopping trip to Pangea yesterday, and just ate too damned much. Sitting up for a bit to digest and what not before I crash here.

Game day yesterday with Doug and Tod and assorted others. Was a good time. Long weekend in terms of drinking, though. Wine with Brian on Friday, beer at game day yesterday. Need to use this next week to dry out, and to start seriously cutting the caffeine out again. All the stress had me slipping back into it. I'm going to try and concentrate on swimming and maybe get the weights going this week. Not holding my breath, though.

Entry the Six Hundred and Eighty Sixth

23 March 2005

HR/Scents

No weights so far, but I did swim yesterday, and I biked (recumbent, indoors) this morning. No pain, other than some ab soreness from the twisting while swimming. Having fun playing with the new heart rate monitor. This morning I did the little fitness test, checking my resting heart rate (61) and my "ownindex" score or whatever the call the thing. It told me I was doing okay, fitness wise, at least as far as its index was. Gave me a new max heart rate, too, which I'l have to play with for setting my zone limits soon. I've consistently ignored those in favor of just going out and running, which I believe has had me running in zones which were too high. We shall see. In any case, it's a new toy, and I'm having fun playing with it.

Gave Richard my old HRM, and he's using that now in his own workouts with his trainer. The trainer's enjoying having it there, from all accounts, because he can push Richard harder now.

I bought a Thai Deodorant Stick at Pangea when I was there last weekend and thus far I'm impressed. I can't use antiperspirants because they make me break out, and I usually have some odor by the end of the day when I use a straight deodorant, but so far, no smell after starting with this thing. Even after riding the exercise bike this morning, well after I'd put the stuff on the previous morning, I didn't reek like I normally do post exercise. Very nice, that. Glad to know they actually work, and that they're inexpensive (unlike the Issey Miyake I've been buying...). That it's scent free is good, too - I prefer not to smell of chemical stuff all the time (just when I intend to do so). Especially since my cologne seems not to get along with the hair gunk I put in.

Works busy, as it almost always seems to be these days. I have what has to be my worst assignment ever: writing to an elementary student to tell him we can't legally donate anything to his school's silent auction. Yuck. I tried to slough it off to another shop for action, but somehow the attorneys get stuck with this duty. I guess someone thinks we're heartless enough or something. Ugh. Definitely one of the more unpleasant things I've had to do as a BGA attorney.

Anoher houseguest coming in tomorrow evening, the second in as many weeks. I enjoy hosting folks, so is a good thing. Might do coffee with one of the boys from last Saturday's party, and hopefully try a short run on the treadmill on Sunday. We shall see.

Entry the Six Hundred and Eighty Seventh

28 March 2005

Generic Gay Haircut #3

"I'd like generic gay haircut number three, the 2005 edition, please."

That's all I could imagine him saying as he went in to see his hair stylist.

I was headed into work this morning on the Metro and it was raining all day, so my hands were pretty full with a full sized umbrella, so rather than read I watched people. One gentleman got on a stop after I did, one that's reasonably close to the gayborhood. One look instantly identified him as queer. He was a shade too tan for normal Washington in March, his clothes were too together for most office workers, at least those on the Green Line, and of course his hair was Generic Gay Haircut Number Three™.

Yes, it's a stylish look, but it's the same stylish look that every other gay boy is wearing. At least, those who can afford a decent hair stylist and whose hair will lie like GGHC#3 (mine won't, I have to use GGHC#5, low and sporty with no flip, thanks to the cal'lick). He even had the trademark bored expression going on (so attractive that is... NOT).

It's like high school all over again, where everyone is trying to stand out, but they're all doing it together, and so they all look alike - exactly what they were trying to avoid. But by looking that way, one gains a certain cache within a certain desirable segment of the queer community. Much like high school all over again, looking like the cool (middle class, white, affluent) kids gets you into the cool crowd. Whee.

Of course, I'm more than happy to hang out with the cool kids when I get my chances, but I'm definitely at home with the drama nerds and the geeks, too. Variety, doncha know. Which is precisely what the Generic Gay Haircuts lack.