What a difference a few hours make!

So now my phone, which has not worked at all since our arrival in Boston, suddenly and mysteriously begins working. Weird.

And I have Internet access! I’m typing this message from the Deisel Cafe, which is exactly the sort of place you generally don’t see in Florida. Shelly’s reading the paper and whimpering “Soooo much culture!” as we wait to meet up with wispfox.

Unpacking the suitcase this morning, I discovered a note from TSA informing me that they’d randomly performed a hand-search on our bags, meaning they discovered the floggers, crop, paddles, knives, Wartenberg wheel, and other implements of destruction… ***very amused***

And wispfox has arrived, so off we go.

Okay, Boston peeples…

As it turns out, my cell phone does not work in Boston. At all. I can’t even fetch my voicemail.

Neither do I have reliable Internet access–I’m standing at a Kinko’s typing this right now, so email is out, also.

Thankfully, Shelly’s cell phone does work–as long as we’re not at ladytabitha‘s house. (While we’re in her house, Shelly gets no signal, but as soon as we leave, it’s all good, which means Shelly can at least check her voicemail.)

So anyone who needs to get in touch with us should use Shelly’s number.

Things and stuff

– Leaving for the airport and heading to Boston in about twelve hours and thirty-four minutes…but who’s counting? Looking forward to spending some time with ladytabitha and starkaudio, and meeting ectropy, roaming, and wispfox…who am I leaving out?

– Hey, ectropy, I have a purple gumball for you! It makes me happy.

– My archnemesis has a LiveJournal now! Say hello to datan0de. Leaving he and his family behind is going to be the single most difficult thing about moving to Boston…even though, on the good isde, it will be out of range of his fleet of killer satellite-based ion cannons. (Phase IIa, section 106(b) of my Master Plan involves getting them to move to Boston too…)

– Talking to the realtor today about listing the house. *sigh* Paperwork, so much paperwork…

Steel and electricity

We arrived at the play party exactly on time Friday night, something of a surprise considering we hadn’t intended to go until the last minute. The turnout was fairly small, but they’d rearranged the place since the last time we’d been, and the new layout was somewhat inconvenient.

We weren’t the first ones to start playing that evening, which is rare’ consequently, we had to wait before the bench was available. I sat in a folding chair, waiting; she sat at my feet. To pass the time, I leaned down and reached around her body, pinning her against me, and slowly traced the very sharp point of my favorite knife along the sides of her neck, and slowly down between her breasts. She shivered but stayed very still.

When the bench became available, I laid her down face-down and continued, running the knife down along her back and over the soft skin of her inner thighs, leaving a faint welt behind.

It wasn’t long before she was in the place where all things are possible. I connected the body contact probe from the violet wand to myself, then continued with the knife; sparks leaped from the edge of the kife to her skin, causing her to shudder.

Then came the katana. A bule nimbus surrounded the edge of the sword as it travelled slowly over her body, leaving a faint white line behind. She gasped at every pass witht he sword, arching her back against the blade.

When her back, legs, and thighs were sensitive, I started with a very light cropping, tap-tap-tapping the crop over her ass and legs. She responded beautifully, squirming slightly, and moaning very softly.

When we were finally done, I massaged her, then we sat and cuddled while we watched a very lovely suspension/fireplay scene.

Some thoughts on truth and virtue

“When in doubt, tell the truth.”
— Mark Twain

Some time ago, I was embroiled in a bit of a sticky situation between some friends of mine and some other friends of mine. The first friends had asked me, unbidden, if I knew something about the situation of the second friend; the second friend and I had talked about this very thing just days earlier; so I told the first friends what the second friend had said. As it turns out, the second friend had, for whatever reason, lied to the first friends about that very thing, and the lie was thus revealed.

Now, second friend probably had personal reasons for the deception; it was a messy situation, and second friend was having a lot of problems at the time. Nevertheless, the landmine blew up on me, even though second friend’s problems were NMB–Not My Baggage.

But I didn’t come here to talk about that. I came here to talk about courage.

I’ve generally held a zero-tolerance policy toward people who aren’t honest with me or with those around me. I’ve walked away from a few friendships because the friend in question is dishonest, or shows a pattern of dishonest or untrustworthy behavior.

Yet, at the same time, i don’t always believe that honesty of and by itself is a moral virtue. I believe there are times when it is acceptable to lie, and even times when it is unethical not to lie. (Trivial example: It’s 1930, Berlin, you’re hiding a family of Jewish refugees in your basement, the Gestapo knocks on the door and asks if you know the whereabouts of any Jews.)

So it’s not the lie itself that has the moral value; it’s the context. Given that, then when, exactly, is it acceptable to lie? What ruler can you use to measure the ethical value of a lie?

I’ve been spending a great deal of time thinking about that, and I’ve had something of an epiphany.

It’s not actually a lie, per se, that ticks me off. It’s what the lie represents. And specifically, it’s what the lie reveals about the liar’s courage.

Courage is a virtue. In the hypothetical case of a person hiding a family of Jews from the Gestapo, it requires greater courage to lie than it does to tell the truth. The lie is an act by which the person hiding those refugees stands by his principles–that wholesale genocide is wrong.

In thousands of ways great and small, everyone’s courage and dedication to the things they claim to believe in are tested, all the time. In the case of the situation involving my friends, telling the truth would have required the greater courage; the situation was messy, and standing up to that mess unflinchingly might have jeopardized the beginning of a romantic relationship. Few things are more fragile than a brand-new relationship in its earliest stages; I can appreciate why someone might lie in an attempt, however misguided, to protect such a thing, though it’s a short-term and flawed strategy at best.

Regardless, the lie betrayed a certain lack of courage, and it’s that which destroyed all chance of a continuing friendship betwen that person and I. A person who lacks courage can’t be counted on when things are difficult. Anyone can be honest and act with integrity when it’s easy; it’s the way people behave when things are hard that really matters, and it’s whether you can count on someone when things are hard that is the true measure of a person. Courage is a cardinal virtue; a person who has courage can be trusted, can be relied on.

Courage is rare precisely because it is difficult. When it comes right down to it, it’s altogether easy to act without courage; and whichever way one chooses–courage or cowardice–tends, over time, to become a habit.

All this was brogught back to mind recently, when I perused my journal and discovered this post. What, I wonder, does it reveal about the poster’s character?

The street finds its own uses for things

The latest weird juxtaposition between technology and society: toothing, the practice of using BlueTooth-enabled cell phones for anonymous sex.

Pretty straightforward, really; you set up your BlueTooth device for automatic discovery, create a new BlueTooth entry, and put your text number in it. Other people in crowded places–trade shows, trains, and so on–search for BlueTooth-enabled devices within range, they find you, you chat, you nip off to the bathroom for some quick, anonymous sex.

Bet Ericsson, IBM, Intel, and the rest of the Bluetooth consortium never saw that one coming…