Life goes on while we make plans

Where to begin, where to begin. Might help by explaining what the letters in the title and description of our blog stand for. I am J3, Jim just Jim. And of course my reason for staying sane on this wobbly orb is Wendy, my love, my partner, my slut, my slave. It would not be correct to say that we have a traditional M/s relationship with all the trappings that go along with it, far from it. I know, I know... I call her my slave, and many other things that cause her to blush and smile at me with that sly smile. Its actually more like a Dom/sub arrangement, and it works just great for us, thank you. For the most part I would rather drive, be the captain, or plot the course. But it is certainly not a mutiny of one for Wendy to say whats on her mind when it comes to what she thinks is best for us. And I have the same responsibilities to speak up when I think something needs to be addressed. We are only human and any communication that makes our life and love stronger is wanted and needed. With the exception of the scoring of the five page "alt" questionnaire, we have had unfiltered communications from the start. (Note of clarification, Wendy dropped her 5's down to something like 3's because she thought I would freak out and run away, tipping over the tables in the restaurant in my dash to the door. Little did she know that I didn't show her my responses because I thought she would freak out. And our responses were almost the same on everything.)

In the bottom line are two sets of letters. The first set is DBD... day by day. Back when we were heavily doing the IM's we would end the conversations with that and the following set which I will try to explain a little farther down. It's just as it seems, good or bad keep hanging in and moving forward day by day. Knowing that we were in love but still tangled and tugged at by others and other things in our lives at times made it nearly unbearable. It was as if we were on a roller coaster designed by Stephen King. Trying to get off at the loading platform to catch our breath but the speed was too great, the safety belt wouldn't unbuckle, falling back in the seat when it looked like we could get off, feeling like the car would go off the rails on the curves and and on. I, and Wendy, could explain further but after I write it I would just run that blue line through it and push the space bar. Much of it is painful.

And one day last year the roller coaster crashed. Not just derailed, the car went careening off the tracks on a curve at the top of the ride and made a crater where it landed. It was quick and brutal. We were both broken and bloodied and bruised. We slowly stood up, dusted ourselves off and looked at each other and that damned ride. And thats when we reached into the fires that still burned in our hearts and torched the "woodie." We stood there silently holding each other as we watched its flames consume the past. We have moved on. Day by day things are getting better. No matter what happens... tomorrows going to be a better day.

The last set, the R-O-F, remember the Johnny Cash song? Oh I am positive you remember it... that Mexican style trumpet part. C'mon, you know it.

Love Is A Burning Thing

And It Makes A Fiery Ring

Bound By Wild Desire

I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

I Went Down, Down, Down

And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet

When Hearts Like Ours Meet

I Fell For You Like A Child

Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

I Went Down, Down, Down

And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire

For those of you that don't get it, no explanation will suffice. For the rest of you, no explanation is necessary. And if you do get it, and are sitting there smilin', lucky lucky you.