There is so fucking much I want to say.
We all suffer, in varying degrees and for different reasons - but we all suffer.
I'm angry. I'm angry, and it's not just because recent events have exposed my complacency with an imbalanced system because I was under the impression that "things will get better." I mean, that makes me angry. It makes me angry to have been so wrong. It means I was believing lies and avoiding truths. There… Continue reading Angry White Woman
I made it to the top third! There's me, right there, at number 27 of 2016's Top 100 Sex Bloggers! Clicky that little badge there and it takes you to the list. And that's with the majority of the posts during the nomination and reviewing period being tainted by the election. I'm so pleased, and… Continue reading I’m in the top third!
Originally posted for my Fetlife audience; but lightly modified for a broader audience. The cycle of writing topics on FetLife generally works as such: a thing happens. There is a divisiveness in opinion on said thing. Lots of posts start flying back and forth with heavy, anger-laden commentary within them, and inevitably, some people who… Continue reading Emergency kittens, orgasms, and Firefly in the wake of an unsettling election
When a challenge is presented, one either elects to accept or reject it. Should one accept said challenge, one should fulfill said objective to the best of her ability. Which brings me to this point, crafting one hundred words via text while in a hot, bubble filled tub as suggested by he whose suggestions are… Continue reading Bathtub Drabble
I was really excited when I reached my 100th follower on this blog some time around its one-year anniversary. It's somewhere around 130 now. Over on FetLife, where all this got started, I have a lot of interaction in comments and likes, but here the stats are pretty moderate. Once in a while something I… Continue reading My Sally Field Moment: Or “Holy Shit, I’ve been nominated!”
A moment without context: She felt the palm of his hand flatten against the back of her neck as his fingers, entwined in her still-damp hair, grabbed hold and pulled her back. Within seconds, she was on her hands and knees with her face pressed into the cushion - his strong grip holding her… Continue reading Moments and Context: Part Writing Exercise. Part Smut.
In a funky figure-eight of codependent narcissism, I get nothing out of it if they get nothing out of it, and since I want something out of it, I will damn well ensure they get something out of it.
... I can tell you that when I write, you'll usually find it in there. The consent. The negotiation. The aftercare. I put them in my stories, or at the very least, I acknowledge when they are lacking.