Our friends even get mystified sometimes.  When we’re out at BDSM related events we’re running around with wiffle ball bats, giant plastic candy canes, mops . . . with knives stowed on belts, up sleeves, the back of my bra and garter belt.  We’re a constant fury of violence and most of the time at least one of us ends up bleeding.  We’ve been asked how we survive in the house, and they imagine sex must involve somersaults through the air.  I often wonder similar things about them, and as we spend so much time talking about the big moments it’s easy to forget the small stuff.  The ever important details of daily life.

Last night we sat out the couch and played Pokemon for an hour.  I made vegan stroganoff, he helped me with the dishes and ran to the store.  We watched and chatted about the movie “Sunshine”.  I fretted about all the furniture that we’re getting in a few weeks, and scheduling haulers.  I ranted about work, and chased the boy cat around the living room.  Pretty normal stuff, some of it is downright dorky.

Then we chatted for a bit about my idea to get a local network started for edge players.  To facilitate making and ordering equipment, and sharing skills.  We also talked about how we handle our glasses in scene, as his got bent up last weekend due to me having a Stop means Go moment.  We also compared our frames, and realized mine are much sturdier.  I’m not 100% sure but I probably got smacked on the ass at some point, and I definitely got called names.  That’s kinda a daily thing.

That’s the thing, the kink is always there, even if it is just a slight undercurrent, and it comes up almost daily in conversation.  And intimacy almost always involves violence except when cuddling (most of the time).

If we didn’t obviously love each other so much, and we were clearly so happy we’d probably scare the crap out of our families as we squabble, name call, and push each other around at family gatherings.  We can’t stop it, we’ve tried.

Though the heavy duty edge play isn’t a daily routine, if it was we’d both be dead by now.  The reality is that it takes usually a full week for us to recover from a night of all out play, usually about two weeks for all injuries to completely heal.  Recently we’ve been in a two week cycle.  We played on Saturday, we could barely move Sunday, Monday we were a little brain dead.  We’ve both been feeling various kinds of ick the past few days.  Sometime middle of next week we’ll start ramping up again.

Most of the time we do the same things all other couples do, just with a few different twists and turns.