Late posting, as always, but hey. Gotta stick with tradition. I started this blog on May 20th, 2009. I was 28 years old, married, and dating (my now ex) lover. Today I am divorced, and dating two men, one for Continue reading 11th Anniversary
I’ve put myself in a weird headspace this week. As a masochistic bottom with rape fantasies, I have a lot of shame voices in my head. I have worked really hard to shut them up and lock them away. I Continue reading Violent Urges
In a few weeks, it will be the 11th Birthday of this blog. I just posted a late night ramble, and was looking at my Category counts as I viewed the published post: 30 Days of Kink (32) 31 Days of Continue reading Eleven Years, Almost
I was commenting the other day that most things on my soft limits are there due to the loud noise they make. And that I have to trust someone first. On late night reflection, this seemed an odd way to Continue reading Fear and Control
Stay At Home unless you need Food or Medical Care! Continue reading Poly in the Time of a Pandemic
I was a young girl, confused by her own arousal. Making up stories of being kidnapped, and not sure why. I was a college girl, innocent of boys. Until he taught me to kiss. And he taught me to bite. Continue reading Remembering Who I Am
Chronically Ill, Polyamorous, Kinky, GeekThese words do not define meBut they inform who I amAs a person, a friend, and a lover Two out of four are not shown To the general publicTo my familyThey only get half of who I Continue reading Identity
I never know what I’m going to get with the lover. Even when we were together, he could surprise me. With my own pain. Stubbornness. Surrender. Each time we have played since then has built upon a once broken foundation. Continue reading The Painful Edge
Looking forward to Winter Wickedness this weekend. So, not much brain power to spare. Have a small thing I wrote this week: Floggers slamming. Whips cracking. Paddles smacking. Hands pounding. Voice screaming. Heart thrumming. Skin burning. Nerves shrieking. Body trembles. Continue reading Crumbling
I hate public speaking. I turned down a job I was told I’d almost certainly get because it involved the word faculty. I ended up getting a job that still includes instruction, but only in one-offs, and only a few Continue reading Teaching