Two weeks ago I bought the “Fifty Shades” Trilogy by EL James which has quite literally, taken the world by storm.
I could not put them down! Yes, yes, I’m Mid-Thirty Misfit and I’m an addict. Every free moment I had to read, I did. It was like the world that existed for me was that of Ana Steele and Christian Grey. I even read while on the treadmill at the gym, capturing the curiosity of some of the people there. I’d get home at night, eat my dinner, bath and climb into my toasty bed and read until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
For those of you who haven’t yet read them, but still wish to, stop reading this post now, because there may be spoilers.
While the books have phrases that are constantly repeated, annoyingly so, the story is a solid one. The first book is more sex than story, but an education nevertheless. I had to laugh when Christian tells Ana that he’s never had Vanilla Sex before and I found myself thinking, so that’s what sex with a virgin is, only to find out later that it is not – it is sex without any toys or add-ons. I’ve watched some things on TV (mostly crime fiction, like CSI, Castle and the like) involving BDSM, and I always thought it to be creepy, but then again, each to his / own, not so? Certain scenes in the books are rather explicit, but despite that, I found myself intrigued. I still find it difficult to grasp that there are people in the world who get their kicks out of being trussed up, collared, beaten with canes, tickled with riding crops, or suspended from the ceiling, but from Ana’s point of view, it sounds like something everyone should try, at least once – with someone you trust. Despite the deviant nature of such an arrangement / relationship, trust is obviously implicit between both parties.
Certain occurrences in the books have had me blushing all shades of pink. The other day I was chatting to Steve about the next flavour of shake I should get and he rattled off something in the lines of, “The chocolate is too close to the one you’ve had the past month, you have an aversion to strawberry and vanilla would be too boring.” He has no idea what the books are about, but I felt my face heat when he’d finished talking. I’m quite sure he noticed the blush, but gentleman that he is, he didn’t mention it.
But enough about the books for now – because if I carry on thinking about them, I may very well end up re-reading them… Don’t get me wrong, I plan on re-reading them in the future, preferably with a willing man, whom I trust, close by to help alleviate the tension.
On other things – Liza is getting married in September, (on my birthday!!!!), so Elizabeth arranged a hen night for her using Anita’s house as the venue. We dressed her in bloomers, a bride-to-be-sash and a sexy belly-dancing bra.
The evening was a resounding success although Elizabeth keeps second guessing herself. The food was great, the games were fun and the bride-to-be laughed and shed tears of joy. As was the case with Anita’s hen party, there was an interesting cake for Liza too…
One of the games, an old favourite at most hen parties, was to nominate a team member to be a bride and make her a dress out of (really cheap, scratchy, easily-torn, one ply) toilet paper. I was the toilet paper bride at Anita’s hen night and again at Liza’s. Don’t I look absolutely gorgeous?
Her other friends decided to take her out pub-crawling – and to sell condoms (which are free from the State) – resulting in her going home with some extra cash. She says that although her head felt a bit tender yesterday morning, she had a wonderfully memorable evening. Her smile is all the gratitude I need.
I have been somewhat introspective lately, which can either be regarded as a good or a bad thing depending on what side of the fence you’re sitting on, but for me, for the most part, it is a good thing. I am trying to live more in the present, taking each day as it comes, being grateful for the blessings that each day holds. While yesterday and the yesterdays before it have an impact on who I am today, there is no way of going back to change the things I’m not proud of or unhappy about. Tomorrow may not come for me, if it’s God’s will, so I try not to think about it. After all, it will be a today soon enough…
I have a bit of poetry looming in my blood, which I’ll post soon.