At my dad’s funeral in 2004, one detail has always stuck out for me; how many people came up to me afterward to tell me what a nice service it was. In the absence of familiarity, strangers found themselves obligated to fill the silence with generic words of solace. Better than saying nothing, some would . . . → Read More: On Being Amazing
I was a bit of an idiot in 2012. I pulled that typical end of year shit where I told myself “Don’t worry, Self, 2012 will be awesome and everything will be shiny and new. Everything that was bad will magically become great and you won’t have to do any work because that’s just how . . . → Read More: 2013: Life By Design
I knew that I was going to really need our recent Mexico vacation. I had been working around the clock every day, every weekend, almost every minute, for months and I was existing in a temporary depression. What I didn’t realize however, was just exactly how transformative the time away would be for me.
It’s . . . → Read More: I Can See Clearly Now
I feel like such a lunatic for typing it out but I am pretty convinced that I get some sort of strange pleasure out of feeling small. And by small I don’t mean physically, though I wouldn’t mind losing this tummy and (some of) this ass. I’m talking more along the lines of not as . . . → Read More: On Emotional Masochism
I’ve realized something about myself lately – and it’s not that I don’t mind the taste of seaweed as much as I once thought – though this is also true. It’s that my submissive side is so much more than an occasional stress reliever or playtime. It’s become what I need and what I crave . . . → Read More: It Felt Like a Kiss: What Submission Means to Me
I’ve been holding off on writing anything lately because I’ve had a bit of a chip on my blog’s shoulder that I’ve needed to remove. I told myself that I can’t write about anything sexy or otherwise until I am finally honest with myself about something that is really eating at my core. I’m afraid . . . → Read More: Confessions of a Fat Kid: How “I’m lazy” destroys self-worth
Ah dear NYMP. How I have neglected you so much this year. You understand though, don’t you? I have been so busy planning Digifest and Playground that a) my personal life has not been very exciting; in fact mostly sad and tragic and b) fuck it, I’m tiiiired. However, don’t fret. My worn out little . . . → Read More: BDSM. Realizations. Simple Math.
Unlike riding a bike, dating for me, is quite … unlike riding a bike. It’s not something I can just pick up again because there are so many factors like state of being, state of relationships and state of confidence that come into play each time.
However, I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I . . . → Read More: Y. Oh Y.
“I don’t care which way you swing, Samantha, as long as you’re honest.”
I will always remember my mum telling me those words in our kitchen when I was about 15. I don’t think we were talking about anything serious at the time but for some reason I held onto that knowledge – that my . . . → Read More: I’m Here. I’m … ?