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.)
I read this article A few months ago: 8 Lies I Tell My Husband (That Actually Make Our Marriage Stronger): Sometimes lying is far kinder
Because, let’s face, no one on the internet (even on #DatingSites) cares about you until you give them a reason. And no matter how wonderful
The original meme didn’t have the bits about it being bullshit, of course… But it is. Or rather, it might be. Thing is, lots of
I’ve been harassed. I’ve been harrangued. I’ve had my arm twisted. And frankly, I’m OK with it. This time. I’ve committed to presenting at least
Labels. We seem to have a love/hate relationship with them. I know that I’ve often railed against a particular label and the constraints I felt
If only it worked that way, right? Life would be so much easier. But, alas. We need to look for other methods. Luckily, I have
I suggest this: “Little white lies” are anything but, every lie is a damned lie, and every lie creates a violation of consent. Here is
Listen to the webinar! MP3Chat Transcript: ZIP Links from the show: Two of the guests in this panel (Venus and Mallory) were kind enough to
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