Before I had a blog I had a diary. It started when I was 9, and I kept it up over the years. I haven't been writing in it much lately, but for a long time it was a regular thing for me record important events or random thoughts and feelings there. A lot of it concerned dogs. Mentions of our sex life or anything intimate were few and far between, but there were some.
Lately, Master and I had been having intermittant discussions on whether or not we had sex on our wedding night. This would usually be prompted by a question on Fetlife like, "Did you do it or no, too tired?"
The old people part is that not only can I not remember our wedding night, but I can't even remember which side of the discussion I had take usually taken. I only know that one of us was always saying "Yes, we did have sex on our wedding night," and the other was always saying "No, we were just too tired". Not only that, but my Master doesn't remember which side he was on either!
Enter the diary, teller of truths and rememberer of details.
Last night Master was looking for something in particular in my diaries, an episode when he had rather brutally taken me from behind while I was crying and feeling powerless and then I had called him a sex beast. That was before we were married. He found it eventually; it happened in 1991.
While he was looking for that he found my description of our wedding. Not only had I copied down our whole set of vows and the service into the diary (I forgot how much religion was in there!), but there was definite proof that we DID have sex on our wedding night.
So now we don't have to wonder any more.
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Oh god, that's funny, now you've got me wondering...LOL I married my now-ex husband back in 2000, we'd been living together for 7 years so it wasn't a huge change and I remember we went to Memphis for our honeymoon, and we were utterly exhausted, got lost on the way after taking some bad directions from one of his family members and ended up making a 2 hour drive take 4-5 hours! I'm honestly thinking we were so tired by the time we got there, that we just passed out! In fact, I think we might have been too tired the whole weekend to have sex, how sad is that?
ReplyDeleteI think that happens a lot. Weddings are exhausting when you are the star!
DeleteSomehow this reminds me of Oscar Wilde's The Importance of Being Ernest. Consider the passage below:
ReplyDeleteMiss Prism. [Shaking her head.] I do not think that even I could produce any effect on a character that according to his own brother’s admission is irretrievably weak and vacillating. Indeed I am not sure that I would desire to reclaim him. I am not in favour of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment’s notice. As a man sows so let him reap. You must put away your diary, Cecily. I really don’t see why you should keep a diary at all.
Cecily. I keep a diary in order to enter the wonderful secrets of my life. If I didn’t write them down, I should probably forget all about them.
Miss Prism. Memory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Cecily. Yes, but it usually chronicles the things that have never happened, and couldn’t possibly have happened. I believe that Memory is responsible for nearly all the three-volume novels that Mudie sends us.
DM
I totally agree with Cecily. Memory is the least reliable way of keeping things.
Deleteor perhaps:
ReplyDeleteGwendolen. [Examines diary through her lorgnettte carefully.] It is certainly very curious, for he asked me to be his wife yesterday afternoon at 5.30. If you would care to verify the incident, pray do so. [Produces diary of her own.] I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train. I am so sorry, dear Cecily, if it is any disappointment to you, but I am afraid I have the prior claim.
DM
I love this play so much. My blog is much more sensational than my diary usually was!
DeleteThings like this is one of the reasons why I journal! Glad you guys have answers!
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