I met Mila Kohl last year at TASSP. TASSP just ended. This means that I’ve only known Mila for one year. It feels like I’ve known her forever. Mila is one of my best friends, and she’s my scene sister. Our sisterly relationship takes several different forms. I sometimes worry about her and dote on her (insisting that she triple check things, buying her stuff that I perceive as really important like school uniforms et cetera) and sometimes, I break down around her and she helps to put me back together. She’s one of the people with whom I’ve had the most fun ever, and we can make something really not exciting like driving around in Dallas into the silliest, most enjoyable time ever. We also interact in a way that’s fairly new to me, too. We bicker.
Mila and I can spend an infinite amount of time going back and forth with virtual biting, hair pulling, whining, teasing and, most importantly, tattling. There was a time when my attitude was: “Virtual bratting? That’s lame.” With Mila, I’ve embraced a love for these antics when they don’t annoy the other people involved in them. I realize that this is about 45% of my twitter feed ever since I convinced Mila to get twitter (@MilaKohl, if you aren’t already following her), so I can’t really say for sure that I’m not bothering anyone, but eh, it’s my part of the internet. I can do what I want there. As always, the introduction of this doesn’t mean that it’s going to permeate the rest of my relationships and dynamics. It’s just another option.
As Paul and I started developing our relationship following my visit to England, Mila discovered that she could actually tattle on me to someone, which took things to a whole new level of ridiculousness. I will totally an unabashedly admit that this is awesome.
Shortly after BBW, I went to Texas to visit WearYouOut and LilLawBrat, and to have adventures with Mila. On the day that I showed up to Mila’s place, we were both in really high spirits. I was excited to be on an adventure, and I had broken out of some gloom that I’d let fall on myself before that. Mila was excited to have the company, and she was getting ready for her trip to the UK. The first hour that I was at her house was one of the most ridiculous ones in my life, in an amazing way. She showed me her mass amount of kittens:
|There are like, five there, all staggered. It’s not easy to hold five wiggly kittens.|
There was much embracing. Possibly too much, if there’s such a thing:
Then we went and jumped on her trampoline, during which time I told her quite over-excitedly that Paul and I had started being in a relationship and doing D/s officially, although we didn’t put this on the internet for a few more days. I think everyone should try this at least once in their lives: tell your best friend really exciting news while jumping on a trampoline. Maybe that’s not as fun if you don’t a best friend as awesome as Mila. I don’t know. Eventually, jumping on a trampoline got tiring and we kind of collapsed happily.
It was then determined that we needed to go to the thrift store to try to find Mila a school uniform, because she didn’t have one of her own and that hurt my heart. I don’t think it mattered all that much to her, but I really wanted her to have one because it mattered to me. While we drove there, we listened to music loudly in the car, singing along at the top of our lungs. I love driving around in Texas when I’m not in Dallas because I think that it’s beautiful: lots of sky, green everything, beautiful wild flowers. The landscape just felt joyful. I took my joy out on Mila, shoving her and teasing her (but joyfully, of course!) until we made up and I gave her in-car cuddles.
|Best spelling and grammar on a sign ever. Thanks, Texas!|
Following our shopping adventure, Mila and I decided that we were hungry so we headed to a Hibachi restaurant. While there, we sat at a table with other people so we *tried* to talk about things quietly, except both of us were incredibly excited about what we were saying. At one point, I dipped my hair in soysauce without knowing it, then tossed my head back and… failed. Mila is never letting that story go, ever, so I’m just going to be open about it.
That night, Mila and I recorded the most epic, 20+ minute video blog of all time. It was amazing, and incredibly incriminating because it has me shoving her right on camera. It also included Mila balancing one of her cats on her head without injury. It was cute and funny and full of win… but we didn’t record any sound by accident. If I ever figure out how, I might make some GIFS of some of the more adorable parts. For now, it’s our lost masterpiece. I had a crazy tantrum when I discovered the lack of sound. Not even funny. Tragic and awful. That night, we tried to go to sleep but couldn’t stop talking. It just kept going. Something funny would pop into one of our minds and we’d break into giggle fits again. The ridiculosity continued even after I fell asleep: I apparently turned to Mila and said, in my sleep “Mila, we need this ice cream! It’s made by bees!”
Either the next day or the day after that, I P.A.ed while Mila filmed for Firm Discipline. I’m not linking to a site because the site is currently not active. It’s down pending changes, but they’re still shooting and making awesome stuff, and it will be back before too long. The film that Mila did was pretty adorable. Mila was in trouble for supposedly committing breaking and entering. The situation was kind of silly, though, and *I* don’t think it was a fair accusation, but no one asks me these things. (Let’s take a moment to notice that I’m sticking up for Mila. Ok, back to regular stuff now.) The spanking was entirely done by hand, but it was really, really hard, and Mila cried beautifully. Poor Mila crying. It shatters the heart. She’s so sweet and vulnerable, and her eyes are so pretty when she cries. For someone who spends probably a quarter of her time trying to get Mila in trouble, it was actually tough to watch her getting spanked, even though it was for a video. I just wanted to… stop what I was doing and run and hug her. Because of the love.
|I also did the photography for this set. I’m not a pro, but I think I did okay. Mila’s butt looks amazing, of course.|
Once filming was over, I had to cuddle Mila obsessively. Her face just gets so damn sad.
|She just needs cuddling! And then more cuddling!|
We spent a little bit more time together after that, but soon she had to take off for England. While she was there she had a whole boat load of adventures. I spent another few days hanging out in Texas and geting my sunbathing on:
|Fuck you guys and your stupid cakes. >_<|