So it's early morning and I have some time. I can't stay away from the juicy stuff forever.

Last night someone came over for dinner. And ideas.

She sat me down and used my camping knife to cut the elastic band that keeps my hair in it's customary beartail. Then she started brushing the hair spray and styling gel out of my hair.

I don't let too many people get close. And I have been known to get aroused by ladies working my hair. She's got a wicked sense of humor though. She didn't use the cheapo hair brush I use daily. No, she got the good one that I bought for "other" purposes.

She had a satin ribbon, satin is one of her fetishes. She took a leather cord. Leather is one of mine. She wove the two and my hair into a tight braid.

It's not a style I'd use all the time, it tickles the back of my neck. And it's almost time for my Hair of the Bear ritual, afterwards my hair would be far too short.

We never got around to dinner. I expect we will have a big breakfast though. I think I have some fresh onion for omelets.

Sex with someone you care for is one of the most life affirming things I know. The other sex can be good and fun, but it doesn't necessarily renew you.

Oddly enough, sex is one of my blind spots. Oh, not physical sex. I suppose you could call it spiritual sex.

Yesterday I talked about Bear some. There was one time I idly wondered what it might be like to lay with Bear. In a second I had this really intense flash of doing exactly that. I don't know if it was a warning, an invitation, or the actual experience. I just know it was extremely unsettling. I've shied away from it ever since. The idea of sex based in non-physicality is one thing that put me off doing anything with Feri except the most basic studies.

I'll probably need to confront it, but not today.

I think I will go see if I can wake her up by nibbling on her toes.