My Body is My Own
One of the things on my mind in the immediate is a lesson I’ve been learning for a long while now, or rather, unlearning the wrong lesson. My body is my own, to do with only that which I want Continue reading My Body is My Own
Category Archives: Reflection
What a Month
This has been quite a month. From relationship and schedule changes, to car repairs and computer thefts. There have been amazing highs, and horribly depressing lows. I haven’t posted anything of substance since my posting spree on the seventh. I’ve Continue reading What a Month
Linkin Park – Burn It Down
Three Years
I started this blog three years ago this week. I’d been in the local community about one year at that point. So, four years in the kinky community. It has definitely been the “bumpy, wild and sometimes very dark” ride Continue reading Three Years
Can’t Brain
I can’t brain this week. I mean, I can think, but I can’t come up with something to write about. Sure, you say, that’s what I always think. And look at all the things I’ve written. But yesterday and today, Continue reading Can’t Brain
Everything Changes, Everything Stays the Same
A good number of changes currently happening in my poly life and in the community I’m a part of. A new space has been acquired by some community leaders and a lot of groups are moving their meetings there. This Continue reading Everything Changes, Everything Stays the Same
Memory Pain Fear
We are not born afraid. Very young children are fearless. They don’t know there is bad in the world. It is through experience that we gain fear. It is through pain that we become afraid. Physical, mental, emotional, our own Continue reading Memory Pain Fear
Writer’s Block
I’ve struggled with blogs posts lately. Both here and my “family friendly” blog. My kink life has been centered around Modern Dungeon Quarterly lately, and I’m already posting about that over there. I’ve posted here a few times, but I Continue reading Writer’s Block
I Don’t Know What I’m Saying
Souls, so intertwined, finding each other through space and time. Again and again. They meet and fall in love. But is it meant to be, or is it just a force of habit? Was the jealousy true, or just a Continue reading I Don’t Know What I’m Saying
The Fire in Which We Burn
Fire. Fire and trees and running water. I’ve had a headache for almost three weeks now. I’m at the point where I just want to slam my head against solid objects to release the tension. It doesn’t work, of course, Continue reading The Fire in Which We Burn