Sinful Sunday 410 – Reductio ad absurdum

Reductio ad absurdum /rɪˌdʌktɪəʊ ad abˈsəːdəm/ (idiom) : a method of proving the falsity of a premise by showing that its logical consequence is absurd or contradictory.

Literally, it translates as reduce to absurdity.

Reduce to absurdity?

DLS 21: All the best freaks are here

As a closet fetishist one has to seize opportunities when they present themselves. Whilst it is easy to wear rubberwear under day clothes, latex has a distinct scent that becomes more easily detected as it warms with body heat. For some that is a bonus – indeed for me it is a delightful reminder of hidden deviance – but it does increase the chances of your dirty little secret being sniffed out. So when it became clear how today was going to pan out … well …

Baking as a metaphore for life

Is it normal to rehearse conversations? I don’t know, but I do it a lot. Frequently they’re conversations that will never happen, or have already happened. I guess it’s just a way to process my thoughts.

Having cancelled my appointments with a therapist, I have contemplated

Undone

Three days.
Three fights.
It’s hard to say which was the worst.
In the middle of the last, We sat down to talk.

For the most part, what She felt She got from

Sinful Sunday 403 – Fur coat

It was cold. I dug out my winter coat.
Jo at Teachers Have Sex posted a no-knickers picture for Sinful Sunday 401.

It didn’t take me long to get to the phrase

Oh well

We sit down as a family to redesign the garden. [Ed: Probably the most middle class, middle aged thing you will read this decade!] Each time I make a suggestion it feels like it is being over-ruled, especially by my Wife. I give up and whatever else anyone else wants, especially my Wife, that’s what is agreed.

I go to sort lunch. The same (leftover turkey) choice for everyone, except my Wife. (A mild PITA, but neither surprising nor problematic.)
Me: Are you ok for me to sort yours?
Her: Yes. If you’re happy to.
The whole family stays in the living room playing card games.
I start to cook. I’m ok with that.
Everything is on track. And with barely a word, She walks into the kitchen and

Object to desire

It wasn’t going to be a full house for Xmas lunch, but it would be decidedly fuller than usual, with more guests than hosts. The older generation would likely be dressed smart, but an informal, relaxed lunch is my preference for Xmas Day, so I’d be in my natural plumage – jeans and t-shirt.

After breakfast, there was some discussion between my Wife and me about attire, though other than that I can’t bring myself to cook in smart clothes, with no specific conclusion.
She disappeared upstairs.
20min later