Kink, I think, is play. What else defines it apart from “vanilla”? After all, kink may not necessarily involve whips, chains, stilettos, or anything the 50 Shades culture associates with kink. Kink, I hope!, is not a means of feeling superior or enlightened. Nor using code words to make others feel disconnected from the conversation. […]
free play vs. game play: a distilled approach to kink Read More »
I am not a little. I actually rather looked down on the DD/lg dynamic. I allowed others to encourage me to be dismissive of littles. Littles, brats, ugh. Just grown (usually) women who couldn’t take care of themselves. But as time went on, not only did I make friends with brats and littles, but I
my life as a “middle,” OR what it means to have “middle tendencies” Read More »
Some people need to learn to be a “me.” They’ve never been on their own. Don’t even know what it means to be themselves, apart from a Romantic Other. Suddenly find themselves cast on their own and…have no clue. Utterly adrift, no direction, no purpose. It’s scary. Others need to learn to be a “we.”
Congratulations! Hey, it was tough, but you managed it. You found Him. The perfect dom and monogamous! I mean, how often do you stumble across that? But you caught this one! You found your perfect match. Your one true love (at least for now. S/he is the perfect, monogamous dom(me) who does it for desire–
she’s soft, sweet
unintimidating
helpful, understanding
she doesn’t judge you
doesn’t fault you
follows you
pretty, little kitty: a poem Read More »
It’s a funny little thing, love. Or so it seems. There’s a poem, I saw once, floating in the void about Love and Motherhood. How love for one’s children isn’t just about how one talks about their child, or the hugs and kisses they post pictures of on their various accounts. But that it’s also
picture perfect Love vs. Love Read More »
Okay, okay, there’s clearly no such thing. Still, I’ve run into quite a bit of trouble on this matter. I’d like to air a few thoughts. Women seem to either want both my master and I, or want to come in between us. That’s how it’s pretty much always been. Yet I’ve continued to have
perfect metamour, the Read More »
After a few minutes of chatting with a new couple at an event, the first inevitable question pops up “Thank you for asking, well, I’ve been coming to munches and such for about ten years, I guess. Feels like forever, honestly. It’s just really comfortable here, and I always meet such nice people.” Person makes
dealing with the “how long have you been in the lifestyle” icebreaker question Read More »
Tonight, I made dinner for my partner and my oldest munchkin. It’s not much, but it’s tasty and everyone likes it. But it’s not the food that matters. The oldest can find food for herself (though admittedly she’s not very good at it). So can my master. They are not helpless. But, as I said,
relationships that are wants, and the relationships that are needs, the Read More »
“I’m holding out for a hero ’til the end of the night,” The words blast through the car. I sit back, and I listen to the song. Sometimes I even sing along. I love cheesy musicals, okay? I watch Disney movies for the music. I’m not proud, I’m me. Of course, that isn’t what I
don’t tell me to hold out for a hero Read More »