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.)
In my past writing on boundaries about two weeks ago, I introduced the six primary types of boundaries: Physical Boundaries Intellectual Boundaries Emotional Boundaries Sexual
I have been tangentially involved with some local concerns lately. And as a facilitator of reporting for hosts and organizers, I’ve had a position that
One night as my partner and I were making dinner for a friend, we were all in the kitchen. We were bantering back and forth,
I personally do everything in my power to avoid lying. I believe it’s wrong. I don’t believe there is a reason for ME to ever
Chat Transcript: ZIP A monthly discussion where we talk to writers about the craft or erotica, prose, how-tos, poetry, and more. Every FIRST Monday. In
Well, I’d put down my book, anyway. I don’t really play many games. Solitaire on my phone sometimes. But the point here is more than
What a week. I’m writing this today from a friend’s home. My partner and I were evacuated from our home yesterday, thanks to a mold
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