Every time I see a discussion titled slave vs submissive, I damned near get lock jaw from clenching my teeth so hard. I am not about to get into the debate regarding what the difference is. As far as I’m concerned, there freakin’ isn’t one. Not in the way most folks mean when they talk
Epiphany!
I’ve talked a gazillion times about expectations. I have. I know I have. I also know that to let myself have a bunch of expectations about something pretty much sets me up to be disappointed. But I think I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not the expectations themselves… It’s unspoken, uncommunicated expectations. Those types
Self awareness doesn’t always equal calm
Every time I know we’re going to a play party I get in this mild sort of panic all day. I’m not certain panic is the right word. I get nervous and apprehensive and excited. I start to wonder – and want to know - what Taylor has planned, what he’s going to do to me.
Boy, that girl sure can babble
So after a Teen free week, life is back to normal. Back to grabbing a robe before I get up to make coffee. Back to tucking the princess satchel back into my room rather than leaving it out. Back to not forgetting to put the toys away when I’m done with them. And back to
Attention Nazi
Attention. We all want some sometimes. Some of us want more than others. You know the type. Attention whores. Everything they do is done to garner attention. It’s another thing I just don’t get. Now I’m not going to say I never look for attention. We all do. Blogging itself is an attention seeking
Pretty pretty princess (a rant)
Bunch of hooplah over on FetLife. What’s new, right? I’m extremely stressed out over the constant slavier-than-thou bullshit I see all over the place. I’m not a fucking slave, god damn it. I don’t have to behave the way you do, the way the folks in Laura Antoniou’s books do or the way Master Meatmeister
Cranky
This morning found me screaming, screeching, whining and crying at Taylor about how tired I am of nobody giving a shit about me. I sounded like a teenage drama queen. I don’t know if it’s cuz I’m sick and have been varying degrees of sick for two weeks and have been taking care of a
Pearl Cuffs (Review)
When Babeland gave me the chance to review the Bijoux Indescrets pearl cuffs I jumped at the chance. The second I saw them a fantasy bloomed, large and dark, in the recesses of my mind. I had images of formalwear and candlelight, gourmet meals and decadent desserts. A meal served silently, these dainty pearl cuffs
Human
So I quit smoking. It’ll be two weeks on Sunday. And I promptly got sick. I have this wicked, horrible head cold going on. I”m sicker than I’ve been in a long, long time. Miserable. My nose is red and swollen and painful. My throat hurts. My sinuses are plugged and running at the same




