I usually say to Him: no hospital, jail, nor morgue. We tease that I have “no limits” with Him, or that He has “taken them all away.” But it’s not actually true. I don’t generally approve of things like forced Continue reading Negotiation
Thinking about limits again because He asked. I’ve been in therapy for years now because of self esteem, communication, and depression issues. I am very good at tearing myself down, not feeling worthy, not standing up for myself, and letting Continue reading Mental Limit
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
I swear, a lotStingy things make me swear a lot more I’m very sarcasticSleep dep/exhaustion/late nights make me lose whatever filter I may haveI’m always tired If I say no, it may not mean neverLikely, I’ll be the one to Continue reading Playing With The Imp
It’s bedtime, so of course, my brain has woken up. It started with – I haven’t written in a couple days because of Busy. Then it went to, it’s the end of the month. Then, what haven’t I written about Continue reading Bedtime Thoughts
The class Friday night talked a lot about negotiation, and one of the things he went through was discussing limits and triggers. So, my brain was running around a lot this morning and pondered where I’ve come since my first Continue reading Limits Revisited
It’s been a long time since I posted my reflection on the first section of The Ethical Slut, but I finally made it back to Part Two. It’s been a busy week, so I didn’t manage to get a post Continue reading Polyamory & Boundaries
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
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