There has been some type of virus making its way through me and my friends over the last few weeks. It’s not typical and it’s certainly not dangerous, and those of us who have been infected have been able to shrug it off rather quickly through lack of exercise, a few too many cookies, and lots and lots of carbs. It’s been different for all of us in several ways; however there has been one common side effect  – a stolen kinky mojo.

The transmission of this bug is certainly one for the scientists because it has struck me and several of my friends who live in the US and Australia at the same time. This is particularly troublesome because none of us have had any physical contact at all. Is this really how internet viruses work?

On my end, as you know my kinkiness comes and goes and that just pisses me off. Last week, I was kinky as fuck in my mind, ready to do all kinds of nasty, nasty things to Axel when I got home and was planning to write down every single nasty word about it here to inform each of you just how absolutely nasty I could be. It was going to be so hot and such a hot weekend that we’d never ever forget it. The plane simply could not fly fast enough as I was planning to place a nice thick leather collar or me and likely on him too.

Then, the plane landed and as I dug out my keys from my bag, the virus flared up again. I felt fine, but at that moment I remembered that we needed dog food and that the insurance on my truck was due and that I had 28 hours before the next flight and more and more and more and more and more. And, like Kiwi running from Twitter, my kink mojo was gone.

See, it wasn’t my sex mojo, just the kink. I say that because somewhere in my head I still equate kinkiness with energy and time. Meaning, for whatever reason, I still think that being kinky takes effort and that it is something that I can do only when everything else is done. It’s like, in my mind at least, the plug won’t fit if the house is dirty. I have a few suspicions as to why I think this way, but none of them make it right so I need to work past that and add it to my ever growing list for my therapist who I have yet to engage.

It’s just funny because, at the same time as that was happening with me, some of the kinkiest people I know have been hanging up their leashes temporarily too while they sort out their muggle worlds too. It’s nothing intentional, but just a part of the changing of the seasons I think.

But, it will come back and I hope it does with a vengeance. So does, Axel.

Finally, I posted this past weekend about the lack of posting and had no idea that I would get emails “hoping I felt better soon” or sending me “hugs”, so apparently I implied somethings was wrong and, please know, that was not my intention at all. Aside from the missing kink mojo, I am dandy. I am tired, but mostly due to this crazy job I have, but I am in good spirits and am enjoying life as much as I can, especially because today is Opening Day for Major League Baseball, a fact that Thumper and I are both delighted about and spent a bit of time on the phone this afternoon analyzing.

So, all is well, and avoid this virus as best you can. I suggest a full hood should be warn at all times to protect yourself against the bug, but that’s just me.