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So all teasing aside, wildernessguru did not give me a rainhat for my birthday.

Instead, he bought us two tickets to the figure skating championships.

There's a story behind this that many of you know. This past January 27th I was supposed to go to the national figure skating championships. It was my Christmas present. He bought the ticket, I paid for the hotel, bus fare, everything else. He didn't want to go, so it was just the one ticket for me. I could not have been more excited, especially since I've been writing Out Of Bounds, an SGA figure skating AU.

wildernesguru's mother had been ill for a couple of years, cancer, and the week before the championships she was given two weeks to live. Chemo had failed and the cancer was back with a vengeance. She moved into a hospice and we went down to see her. She passed away on January 27th. We watched the figure skating from the hotel, though really, we weren't in the mood.

Life went into turmoil for a while, more for me than for wildernessguru, I don't know why.

Then wildernessguru mentioned, "How much are those tickets again?" and "When are they having those figure skating championships again?"

He bought tickets for both of us. Not just the men's final freeskate, but the short program and the closing Gala. He said, "What's the point of flying all the way out there to do just one? Let's make a weekend of it."

I told my dad and he said, "My opinion of [wildernessguru] keeps growing increasingly high. What a fine young man."

No kidding. I take back my crack about the rainhat. And I hope he enjoys the figure skating as much as I. I'm heaping praise on a generous, thoughtful man. wildernessguru deserves it.

This year, wildernessguru has gone over the top. I'll tell you about the cock-cake (with cock-ring!) later. (Yes, we have pictures.)

I'm looking at this beautiful bouquet of flowers. The roses are in the kitchen. There was another treat from the french bakery.

I've just finished reading His Majesty's Dragon and loved it. I know it wasn't written for me, just for my birthday, but at the moment it feels like it.

I should probably tell you about the 32-foot cabin cruiser that WG saved from sliding off a collapsing dry-dock Friday, and the two fires he put out last week. For now, let's just say he has an exciting job.

Hobbit-like, I'm giving gifts on my birthday. If I'm having fantasies of John Sheppard, naked with his hands tied behind his back being shoved to his knees, it is entirely helenish's fault -- and you should benefit.

Take Clothes Off As Directed, John/Rodney, helenish, NC-17

This unauthorized homage takes xanthestories's BDSM AU universe in "The Dr. & General Sheppard" and "Coming Home" a step in a different direction. Xanthe explores BDSM as normalcy, with bisexual Dominant/submissive relationships taking the place of vanilla heterosexuality, celebrating BDSM as romanticism and taking it out of the usual "freak show."

Helen explores the dark side of this AU world, that in her hands is so disturbingly like our own. Sexual roles instead of gender roles define biases; obvious ones, like the military harrassment, subtle ones like the condescending supervisor who "understands" a submissive's "natural tendency toward impulsiveness." In the process of fighting these biases to join the military, a submissive John gets rather gloriously screwed up. Fortunately, Rodney only has one bias: his own needs.

( Until 1941, subs hadn't been allowed in the military at all; temperamentally unsuited, everyone said, for fighting. Much better to keep them safe at home. )