Recently I moved into a house with 8 (soon to be 5) other people.  BikeHusband and I have a an attic room with a view of an incline that would make you weep, and we're only paying $270/month.  And I'm a 30 second walk from work.  And BikeHusband's a 10 minute walk from college.  And there's 2 beer distributors, a brand new library, and a crack corner all 5 minutes walking distance.  The streets are narrow, tree and rowhoused lined, and every night I watch the sun set from my window while the Bayer clock turns on.

But before I digress into what a beer distributor is, and how wonderful it is to live in a gentrifying neighborhood while saving money, one issue must be addressed.  That is the issue of masochism.

I like to be spanked.  It's noisy.  Previously husband and I lived in a long straight apartment with no doors and few neighbors, and we were able to practice perversion in private.  I've been a masochist since my true sexual realizations (a year or two after I'd had sex, when I'd really begun to think about it), and it's something I've only discussed with two sexual partners.  It's considered a mental illness by many, and I prefer not to defend my kinks.  I come quickly and easily if I slapped or bitten, and I think of it as a gift, since apparently so many women cannot easily come.

 So, roommates, I'm just letting you know:  All that slapping and shrieking you will be hearing in the coming months is not abuse, it's a sloppy good time.