Fulfilling a Promise
It has been a week. No, I’m not going to talk about details, but if you want to see reactions, take a look at my writing on Fetlife. Suffice it to say, I have a lot on my mind. Several Continue reading Fulfilling a Promise
Category Archives: Reflection
Lessons and Going Home
Been a busy time lately, sorry for not posting last week. Here’s what should have gone up, a silly little post of lessons learned. Had a good time at practice, and learned a few lessons. Let me share them with Continue reading Lessons and Going Home
Beaten in/to Submission
They tell me that I don’t let things go. I don’t like letting things go. I’ve let too many things go already. Not Things – hubby will tell you I purge junk from our home far more than he approves Continue reading Beaten in/to Submission
Within Ourselves
My academic pursuit this month, otherwise known as “I’m tired of packing project,” (unfortunately, yesterday, when I got tired, of packing I fell asleep instead of posting) is The Ethical Slut, by Dossie Easton and Catherine A. Liszt, which I Continue reading Within Ourselves
Perverted Imp FAQ
Who is The Perverted Imp? I am a 30-something woman with a degree in creative writing. Except for a three year stint out west, I’m a MidWestern girl. During college, I traveled to Ireland, England and Australia, as well as Continue reading Perverted Imp FAQ
Two Years and Counting
Wow, I’ve been blogging for two years as of tomorrow. Two on WordPress, and one cross-posting from PervertedImp.com. That also means that I’ve been part of my local community for three years. What a ride it has been. Honest poly Continue reading Two Years and Counting
Art or Porn?
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?
Trust Your Body, Trust Yourself
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
A Bad Day
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
The Writing on My Thighs
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