He is my sub, I am his Queen.
I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks.
Were I to abandon my new scarf by leaving it on a subway, it will no longer be my scarf. Someone else will pick it up, and it will become theirs.
It remains mine only so long as I keep investing myself in it and it’s care.
(Interestingly, the original meaning of “invest” is to clothe yourself with something, to enter into something that you wrap around yourself.)
And I appreciate her faith in me. I really do. I know it came from a place of love and endless belief. But she was
My ex-husband and I made a lot of mistakes. His BPD and alcoholism in the last 7 years created even more mistakes in an already
Let’s talk about empathy. What is empathy, really? There are three types of empathy: Emotional Cognitive Compassionate Empathy is powered mostly by mirror neurons. Mirror
I cringe every time I hear it, and I’d like to state once and for all: Love does not hurt! Fears and insecurities hurt. Love
So I wrote yesterday about labels in relationships, and how I personally feel that they are not useful to me early in a relationship, and
I used to think that dominance and submission were on a continuum: And people fell somewhere along this line:
I’ve been pretty clear about my position on relationship or D/s protocol, and while I go out of my way to be considerate of others’
Last week, someone on the kinky discord server I run for the local RDU/Triangle area of North Carolina asked a question about dating, and how
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