I’m Doing A Radio Show (en español) about BDSM and Fetish

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Every day I wake up and wonder what the day will bring because every day is weirder and weirder, or at least something very intense happens every day, either to me or to someone very close to me.  Maybe it’s this way for everyone and I just don’t realize it because I am narcissistic.

Yesterday I woke up and found out that BestSexBloggers.com had been picked up by Fleshbot and our numbers went through the roof on the third day.  Then I was asked to do a live call-in radio show in Spanish about BDSM and fetish.  The challenge is - I don’t normally talk about BDSM or fetish in Spanish.  They just aren’t conversations I’ve really ever struck up while traveling or living abroad.

Communicating eloquently and gracefully becomes much more of a challenge in your second language and I have more and more of an appreciation for it every time I am put outside of my boundaries like this.  Don’t get me wrong.  I have near native fluency and I consider myself completely bilingual, but your second language is just that - and there’s a reason why you choose your first language to express yourself best.  However, my Spanish is quite formal and academic, as my Master’s thesis was written about a 17th Century Spanish and Italian literature.  My travels have given me the skillz I need to communicate on a practical level, but like I said, the Kinktionary is a little different in Spanish than in English.  I’m so clueless that I don’t know what BDSM things mean in English when people bring them up until they explain the term and then I say, “Oh, thaaaaaaaaat.”

Nerves aside, it is a good opportunity for me professionally, for personal growth, and to legitimately practice speaking Spanish since I don’t get the opportunity often anymore.  Even as a high school teacher, I spoke a dumbed down version of Spanish.  This is a challenge and I love a challenge.

I’ll leave the station and visit my Cookie Friend for a while and then make my way to M’s for my Friday Night in Uptown tradition.  We may just stay in, or we may go out.  We’ll see.  Either way, it will be nice to get away for a few hours.  M and I cross paths, but our paths don’t cross.  We live in different worlds.  We don’t have any mutual friends, there is just M and Me.  It makes for a very close friendship that makes it safe to say or be whatever you want to, without fear that anyone else would ever know.  It’s a tradition I will miss greatly while he’s away exploring faraway lands with faraway women for two weeks.

And now I’m off to get beautiful.

Not even RR with his bullshit tactics today can ruin my day.  It’s Friday.  I should enjoy it.