On twenty-seven street nothing will keep you warm, everything will bring you harm

I've been researching, slightly, piercings. As always, there's stories from every side of the argument. Some people say it really hurts, others say it doesn't. I think I'd be all right. I can't pretend I enjoy pain that much, but I think I'd enjoy the results!

And I've found a whole world of different 'jewellery' that you can put in to keep it as discreet as possible when you want - weird soft 'filaments' of see through plasticy stuff, to keep the piercings open when you don't want to wear shiny metal bars or rings. If that had existed back in the day I'd probably already have it done. So now my main concern lies with healing time...I don't want to have painful nipples forever. And I definitely don't want to risk injury via fighting some suspect. I think work will always require very discreet jewellery. Which is fine once healed and I can change it. Less ideal during the first few months. I suppose I'll just ask whoever does it (if I get it done) for advice.

New poll up, by the way.

Question today: DW asked 'Big spoon or little spoon' and then qualified it with 'both in bed or sprawling'. I shall admit to not knowing what that meant at first...I've never seen it referred to, really. But anyway, obvious once you Google it know.





Well, on the sofa it does depend - who's got up last, who's doing what, how tired we are. But recently, because I tend to slouch about in jeans and a hoody when I'm at home, and it's cold, John tends to drag me on top of him and stick his hands in the pouch of my hoody, with my hands, to keep warm. Which is very nice for watching TV or just relaxing. Lovely to have him hugging me, all warm, and quite often he worms his feet under my legs, too, wrapping me up like a little monkey. Except he then enjoys breathing in my ears, which tickles and occasionally means I have to exact some form of revenge. Which isn't relaxing, but sometimes fun.

In bed I tend to be 'big spoon' more. Partly because I'm taller, partly because John tends to prefer sleeping with his back to me, and partly because, for reasons which have absolutely nothing to do with John, I can get a bit panicky if I wake up and feel like I'm trapped, which, occasionally, if he's hugging me tightly, I can do. And then I feel stupid, John feels apologetic and we end up desperately apologising to each other in the middle of the night when neither of us has done anything wrong. Best avoided. Although I think I'm getting better. That or John's just so caring he's figured out what to do/not to do. Probably the latter, actually.

Despite that, though, I do prefer winter time, when you can sleep all wrapped around each other, rather than summer when everything is far too hot and sticky and you just want to be on your own in an expanse of cool bedding.