It’s been a busy last few weeks.

• I got mugged on my way to work.
• I finished one website for a client and started on another.
• Sade started school again after a far-too-short summer break.
• At my day job another friend/coworker was fired (I really really really need to look for a new job).

Yesterday was a big day. The anniversary of our first date.

So how did we celebrate?

I wish I could say I took Sade to a nice dinner out on the town or that we did something special.

Instead it was our typical busy weekend. Just like the busy weekdays but instead of going to work I spent more time doing my freelance work and cleaning the bathroom and doing the laundry.

We both felt bad for not doing something to mark the occasion.

I felt especially bad. Our first date was the first indication that she was interested in more than just casual play. She wanted to see if she liked me as a person in a vanilla context and not just for kinky sex.

I remember how nervous I was, I kept reminding myself not to get “all submissive” as one friend put it.

I took her to go geocaching (link) before we caught a movie (Inglorious Bastards). Halfway through I remember thinking “fuck, why did I pick one of the nerdiest activities one can do on a date.”. Surprisingly she loved it. Enough to warrant a second date and a third and now we’re getting married in June.

So for our anniversary date we didn’t do anything special.

Instead of a fancy dinner I bought her some Skittles and coconut water.

She smiled and kissed me.

So I guess it was pretty special after all.

De-Kinkifying Our Apartment

When we have vanilla guests or a maintenance worker coming over there are a number of steps we take to temporarily and slightly de-kink our apartment.

• Remove strap on harness from mannequin.
• Cover painting Sade made of a friend of ours with her slave.
• Put away any sex toys that have been set out to dry after cleaning
• Put away whips or floggers that might be hanging from the coat rack.
• Put toy bag in the closet
• Close bedroom door (it would be impossible to hide everything in there)

That usually covers the obvious stuff. There are plenty of things left over if someone were to look closely enough.

• That red painting on the wall was made from erectile blood
• Naked polaroids on the wall are from a threesome we had with a friend.
• The mannequin still has ankle cuffs on.
• Taschen coffe-table books have a surpassingly high number of naked people in them.
• Giant semi-naked photos of us on the wall taken by our friend Natasha Gornik (blatant namedropping)

There’s plenty more I’m sure but our more vanilla friends haven’t mentioned anything to us (perhaps they’re scared to?) to indicate they find any of it odd.