When does art become porn? And why do I react differently to those words? Porn has negative connotations to me. Porn is dirty, undignified, disgusting. It has no plot, no thought, no meaning. Art is a creative process. Art is Continue reading Art or Porn?
I’ve written about labels many times, but I have generally ignored names and titles between people. By that I mean, I ‘ve written about labeling oneself Dom or sub, but not about calling someone Master X or Slave Y. Last Continue reading The Power of a Name
I’ve never written a contract with a partner before. Never had things spelled out explicitly in writing. Maybe I should have done before now. Maybe that would have helped certain things go differently. Either way, we’re trying it now. He, Continue reading Contracts and Expectations
A friend wrote last month how she is finally learning to trust her body, through kink. I have been at odds with my body since I was sixteen, almost half my life now. I fight it, I ignore it, I Continue reading Trust Your Body, Trust Yourself
I went looking one day, for how to clean something, and I noticed that I couldn’t find a single site with information on all the different types of kinky clothing that I have. So, I decided to put one together Continue reading Care of Kinky Clothing
I’m having a bad day. Work was fine, the cat didn’t attack me, the weather was gorgeous, no one got hurt or is deathly ill in my immediate life(though, for my good friends who do have that in their lives, Continue reading A Bad Day
I describe my current relationship with him and toy as a Dds relationship. I’m the little d in the middle, submissive to him and yet dominant to toy. I’ve posted a couple times about ways I’ve had trouble with being Continue reading Learning To Be The Little d
It started with a cage. A dog kennel set in the middle of the room. All lonely by itself until he ordered me into it. I crawled in, shut and latched the door behind me. The locks were there, but Continue reading Bondage, Electricity & Trust
What’s really there is that I have an awesome boyfriend who loves me, who trusts me, and who wants to continue our journey together, in life and in kink. What’s really there is several new paths we are taking, one Continue reading The Writing on My Thighs
I’ve been trying to figure out how to turn the last week into a post. All sorts of silly cliches in my head. Patience is a virtue. It’s the little things that count. Or having silly imagery in my head. Continue reading The Little Things