If you want the rainbow

So, I've started loaning my coworker my DVDs of the British TV series, "The Office." I couldn't believe she hadn't seen it and it makes our working life difficult, because I can't do my impeccable David Brent impression for her. ("If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with the rain -- do you know which philosopher said that? Dolly Parton! And people say she's just a big pair of tits!") But we are redressing the imbalance, and I can call her extension up sometimes and mutter "yer a cock, yer a cock!" and now she understands.

That has nothing whatsoever to do with kink, but it does explain why, after I've done something particularly good, I sometimes crack, "And people think I'm just a big pair of tits!"

I think I got on this topic because it did rain particularly hard this morning. I'm really just free-associating here. I don't think I can keep a blog unless it blends my offbeat personality with my sexual orientation, so there will just have to be moments of levity, folks.

Tonight we have a little informal graduate student contest: we all meet at a bar after class and everyone contributes a 300-word story on a particular topic. This week's theme is "wolf boys" -- left deliberately vague so you can interpret it as you will. I'm planning to write 300 words of plushie porn. The cheaper the shots you take, the more likely you are to get the votes that make your story the best of the night. Explicit sexual content, slapstick humor, bad puns, smack-talking: these are the ingredients of a winning story. Perhaps I'll post the results of my efforts here.

In other news, it looks like I'll be doing a sissy training demo for ClubFem in April. I'm excited about that, because it gives me an opportunity to talk about why I love sissy-training as well as allowing me to create an environment where I have a room full of sissy boys doing my bidding. My goal is to make it pleasurable, even for the women who aren't into sissies necessarily -- they'll enjoy the service they're getting even if they aren't turned on by boys in frilly clothes. Not every boy can give you what you need, but in the world we're trying to build, the boys should be at least useful on a basic level to every woman in the room. So, the whole thing will take place in the midst of a Victorian tea. Little sissy maids will walk around and provide food, drink and attention. I have about a month to pull it all together, so I'm sure I'll be writing out my ideas here.