I’d been flirting, on and off, with this friend, who advertised themselves as a dominant. Mostly off by this point in time, due to a lack of consistent communication. Supposed to hang out for drinks, but excuses kept turning up. Until they messaged me for the final time, it turned out. The message contained quite …
existential threat of a kinky, flirty, polyamorous mastermind unicorn, the Read More »
DEAR ABBY: I am extremely upset. My son got married a year ago. We were very happy and have welcomed his wife into our family. He met us for lunch yesterday and announced that he and his wife have a polyamorous relationship. They will stay married, but both of them will date and have long-term …
dear kitty: my son might be seen in public with people that aren’t his spouse! help! Read More »
We shared space. Knew each other. Not able to touch. Not, for the most part, even thinking about touching each other. Simply sharing our words, our philosophies, our worries. But the first time we touched bodies, you came back the following morning (after spending the entire day with me) and said, “I just wanted to …
I hear about people’s escapades after they put kids to bed, but how do they do it? My friend asks. I mean, isn’t it loud? Good question. For anyone curious how to make it work, for anyone who struggles with this and wonders who the ‘successful’ people do it— well, I don’t wonder anymore. These …
Note: It’s possible that doms can experience a form of drop, but this is really about sub drop. I’ve read, time and time again, about sub drop. Which is great that we talk about it. But also— we kinda talk about it like it’s something we indulge in simply because we feel like it. “I …
Dear Valentine’s Day, First off, I apologize on behalf of the humanity who will inevitably poop all over you. Jealousy that nobody bought them pink chocolates or ruffled cards? Can’t celebrate a holiday without involving massive amounts of panic and stress? Oh, it doesn’t matter. No, you aren’t everyone’s cup of tea. Some prefer other holidays …
You’re a silly, stupid, spoiled bitch my critical inner voice whispers. What, getting ninety percent of what you want isn’t enough for you? My beauty whispers to me, Of course it’s enough. It’s enough, I’m enough, you’re enough. I should listen to her kindness, her unabashed love towards me. But I don’t want “enough.” I want more. I want …
when you get almost everything you want, AKA the stupid, spoiled bitch syndrome Read More »
I’m generally not the type to seek out a kinky relationship. As in, I need a domme or a rigger or an impact dom. Is that you? Great, let’s meet and see if we’re compatible, kink wise. Now let’s figure out when we can find time to play together on a more or less regular …
this one time in an unidentified prudish country… Read More »
Okay, so I’m not exactly single. But I do check the “Single” box on my taxes. Does that count? I’ll overrule for the moment, and say, yes. Yes, it counts. Besides, it would be okay if I were absolutely single. It’s infuriating that society derides the single life. Oh, Being Single is fine when you’re young …
This may not be my best writing, but I wanted to push the words outside of myself, where they’d sit and fester.