Current local time in London - England - U.K.

It's hot. 23 degrees right now. Hot. Stifling. Gonna take a cold shower.

Then head out.

It's LARP weekend - part of me is excited - as always, love the odl crowd and enjoy the faces, feeling par f larger group etc. But, and this is where honesty is never a good thing, I'm also feeling like I'm entering too much escapism - but my real life is not offering anything interesting so as long as I keep the balance in check, things should be ok right>

Right?

Ah - there is the rub - good old Shakespeare to the rescue - To sleep perchance to dream - ay - for who's to say what dreams may come...

I want to sleep. To rest. But also to have a life again - to have people come round and ask to go out - like at uni, like when I was younger and drag me to pubs regardless of whether I felt like it. Not needing the drinking so much now [Bacchus proved that point - those two hours still haven't returned] but needing the social side now - but of course, the big scheme of it is that we do social to find a mate, to then settle down and have happy families - well - I not got that. My ma and pa are good, but stopped living with Ma when I was 18. Still i touch an love them dearly, but what I mean is that at my age people are supposed [grin - pass the life rule book, wanna check this] to have a house, kids and white picket fence. I got overdraft. No partner [male of female]. A dilapidated car. A minor paunch/belly. Vaguely satisfying, if knackering and unappreciative working job - and for what - to retire for the mother wage... - well, dear reader, suggestions on a postcard to "I'm not satisfied, Po Box L1mb0, London...

Emotions

I'm sitting at a friends house.
We've just been to a LARP that shall remain nameless as I'm going to be referring to people there.
I'm planning to run an event soon and the internal politics - poeple getting angry at other people from others ets and games. Sigh. There we go then.

Currently people are discussing other people and their options and attitudes.
Now.
Reflections on the events- things to ponder upon
Playing a creature who manipulates emotions - pleasure and pain [s&m, thoughts, echoes - memories here..]
A player who, unfortunately due to his past [losing family in a car accident and only recalling a loud noise] not reacting well - obviously - to surprise loud noises. Like me yelling BOO in the dark.
Guilt
upset.
Feeling their emotions, memories - knowing the cause of it was me, knowing the pain of loss and the intesnisty of a recollection - knowing there was nothing I could do to help.
What do I do? Intensified by then others doing the same to him, because I did it to them earlier...
tiredness.
thoughts
echoes. ideas. a need for sleep and heat being too hot.
nice food sttttling in my stomach.

Genealogy, Family Trees and Family History Records online - Ancestry.co.uk

too hot in london to go traipsing around graveyards - but i met some nice people, sorted a bunch of diaries out and found my great grandparents grave - so not a bad day

Also found where they lived, where JRN had his accident and the hospital he got taken to...

off to play a satyr now - tomrrow LARPING and next week augfest - then no money for  alng time - joy - what to do?

get fit i suppose

Genealogy, Family Trees and Family History Records online - Ancestry.co.uk

 

So yeah -0 I'm doing my family tree  -alot - which is interesting especially as with one member of my family I'm not talking, another is far away, and dealing with death recently, and I'm in London, feeling alone yet at same time surrounded by ancestors hiding in Willesden and surrounding areas.

Also, testing out a feature of windows by blogging this...

more to come reader, more to come

From Alexander Cartwright

An invitation. From Alexander Cartwright, the professor you once met, along time ago while at university. Yes, you, reader, know who I'm talking about.
Enjoy.

This is not just fun, this is S&M fun

BDSM
So - consenting adults - do we have a right to tie one another up and indulge activites that are illegal in this country.
Regardless of my own involvement, or lack of involvement, when I did a course on Philophy at university, BDSM came up. Can two consenting adults consent to actual bodily harm?
Boxing - yes.
Tattooing - yes.
Circumcision of babies...
of adults...
BDSM?

Ah, the last is sexual, the first is sport, second art or self-indulgence [and involves, usually, transerence of currency], the third and fourth either medical or religious...
Sexual is pure choice of two people - isn't it?

Vulnerable adults need to be protected- granted. But at the same time, the 'english vice' of BDSM should not be ilegal if no-one who is not consenting is involved...
should it?

The lawstates that violence that is actual bodily arm is cruelty and unpredictably dangerous. Isn't boxing as well and therefore more dangerous as we encourage people to watch, and even charge for such spectacles?

So - I've not been typing for a while - the phrase been a bit tied up springs to mind...

Best of both worlds...

"It's the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have, in a world that likes its nice shiny labels, no true identity."

Ianto Jones - Torchwood...