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They tell you they can’t meet you at munches. They’re too introverted. They are scared to go to a munch. They don’t think they’d fit it. …but they want to date you, a kinky person. And for a lot of us, that means meeting at munches. Not coffee shops. Not our homes, or their homes. […]

I wrote about one kind of domme, the other day. But I also have frustration with the other sort that, well, dominates the media. The Dominatrix. Powerful, whip cracking, latex clad. When most vanilla folk think of dommes– from every observation I’ve gathered, though I may be wrong– they picture Angelina Jolie from Mr. and

Are your (male) friends frustrated at their lack of success on Fet and other social sites? Are they unable to get a single message or response to their carefully crafted messages? Here’s a quick resoure you might hand them. Free of charge! I’m sorry. I know women aren’t supposed to say “sorry” all the time,

Far too often, I am suspicious of compliments.  I don’t even know why.  Why I get defensive and critical when someone says something nice to me.  While when someone says something nasty to me— or, let’s be honest, about me, because bullies are cowards— I hurl myself at the person to convince them they are

I didn’t tell you the truth. Yes, I should have done so. I shouldn’t have wavered or stumbled over my meaning. I knew I should have done better. I should not have lied to people who mattered to me. I shouldn’t have lied to those who didn’t matter very much at all. I should not

Not only sex. But involving sex. “Polyamory isn’t about sex! It’s about love!” A common cry from the polyamorous communities. I completely understand where they are coming from, as well. People in poly relationships are sick of being told how their relationships are just about sex; that they can only have multiple sexual relationships; that

She is beautiful, coin operated, yes, but quite lovely. She is a toy; a doll; a fantasy. Whatever you wish for is hers to provide. Well, of a sort, anyway. She certainly has her limitations, but, after all, isn’t that somewhat of the point? Limited wants, desires, needs. She is never “too much,” though she

I am not perfect, by any means. But when I strain my recollection, as far back as I can remember, I cannot isolate a single incident of ever wanting to be anyone but me. I’ve never watched a romantic comedy and thought anything but, “That was fun, but thank God I’m not that person. I

I closed my eyes last night, and I thought about what I like best.  Not of the world, or of my life.  Simply of myself.  I’m indulging in asseessing what I love most, just about me. Tonight, I’m loving me. I love my eyes, that hold a secret. My hair, soft, full, and rich. And

Kitty had many plans for today, involving driving through wine country and tasting all the yummy wines. Unfortunately Kitty also fell asleep for her afternoon nap. And all the wine tastings where she had planned closed by 5pm and were almost an hour drive away (it was 3pm by now). And she wasn’t even showered