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’ve come back to this blog, nearly dormant for the last few years, but I haven’t really hit into the writing. I’ve been having fun practice drawing. Focusing on specific moments, and remember the past. We’re nearing the end of Continue reading Holiday Reflections
I have been reminded at work, why I write this blog. We did a strengths assessment and training seminars. One of the questions asked was “I feel strong when I…” My first answer was work-related, but my second answer was Continue reading Reminders of the Past
Two weeks in, and I’ve already messed up at writing/posting more. I have my reasons and my excuses – moving, super stressful weekend last weekend, etc. etc. But those won’t solve anything. I even had things I wanted to write Continue reading Oops
Researched Topologist’s Chest Loading Takate Kote this week. Looks interesting. Rolled my eyes at detractors who like the view from their high horses just a little too much, but stayed out of the arguments myself. Tried out a new dynamic hip harness Continue reading All of the Things
I am grateful for: 1) Bite marks that show I’m loved 2) Latex skirt that rebounds nicely 3) Massage table to facilitate play 4) Creativity that makes scenes work 5) Compersion to share the joy
So, Thursday’s story sent my brain off into more dark directions. It decided I was being too nice. That scene was made up of things I would do and enjoy (for the most part). My brain decided That for better Continue reading Masochist Brain
These last few weeks have provided many lessons in Negotiation. First as an observer and then as an active participant. I watched several new people learn their first lessons in trying to fence with him, and in trying to assist Continue reading Lessons in Negotiation
Public Humiliation – I knelt on his boot, surrounded. They talked of friendship and history and alcohol. Or they were, before I landed on his boot. I could not really hear them, after. He ground it into me, a stern Continue reading Scattered Thoughts