Writing my blog on my DomCon experience opened my eyes to something I kind of neglected to think about. Or rather I didn’t bother to think about. What now? My interest in BDSM isn’t going to slide into the background. It’s simply part of my multi-faceted reality. I’m a lot of things: author, grateful (andContinue reading “Identity crisis”
Everyone needs to have a hobby. Seeing how I am generally allergic to outdoors (year round allergies over here), my hobbies tend to be very indoorsy. Reading, writing (yes for fun) and killing things.
I’m socially awkward, but I’m a writer so it’s okay. I live in my head so it’s almost guaranteed I’m barely mentally present for a conversation anyway. For me, the social awkward problem extends to social media. Again, I live in my head. I can’t help it. This creates a problem when it’s time forContinue reading “The socially awkward social media wallflower”
Clean clothes sit unfolded in my basket. I’ve only just moved them from the dryer where they’ve been most of the day. The last time I picked up a duster was in February. Some surfaces are lightly dusted with evidence of this housekeeper’s absence. Papers litter my coffee table. More evidence of the soon toContinue reading “The do-nothing mother”