I feel a little lighter this morning, with all of that built-up garbage out in the world. I have to remember that describing pain can be as refreshing as marking down my moments of joy ( Read more... )

"You've written so many of those NaBlo things. You must be running low on ideas," he said to me, smiling his bright, vaguely impish smile ( Read more... )

I do remember wandering around my first few playparties and trips to The Society, and feeling a tad alienated. What turned me on was controlling someone, tying them up, blindfolding them and whispering dark little things into their ear. Pretending I was a vampire or a werewolf or a ghost, and they my victim ( Read more... )

I said just a few posts ago that I've never been more warmly welcomed than I was at my Baptism, and that's true. But it was also a very sweet experience, having some of my first toddling steps into kink be at The Society, a Connecticut dungeon ( Read more... )

I took a circuitous route towards Episcopalianism. I think I would've come more directly had it not been for the things that some bigoted people love to repeat. No need to re-repeat them here, but it's yet another case of some subset of a group doing or believing something awful, therefore the whole group is terrible ( Read more... )

I feel like it'd be cheating, to go back and add to last night's NaBloPoMo post, but there's more I have to say about gender. (There's plenty more I have to say about polyamory, and then there's at least six subjects floating in my head I haven't touched upon yet ( Read more... )

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