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.)
Let me be clear, I’ve agreed with this in my past. Hell, I’ve even said it, smugly, and defended it. But the last few years,
Have you ever done this? I mean, in kink, we ask near-strangers which pronouns they want us to use, or what gets them off, but
This writing is now available as a podcast episode! I love hugs. I’m a hugger from way back. To me, hugs are like mini-cuddle sessions,
Delete the chat. And the texts. And their number. Or add it into your “Total Buttnugget” contact. Block them on social media of all kinds.
This writing is now available as a podcast episode! It’s easy to say, “patterns of behavior,” because that’s what it is, in essence, but WHY
And vice versa. Not long ago, I wrote about the damage I have done some people not seeing them as they wished to be seen.
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
It’s strange that I need to say this, but I feel like I do. National Unicorn Day was last week. This week (this morning in
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