the life and musings of a kinky slut
“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but you really are clever. You do these really good things, but then you always find a way to put yourself down… How about you instead use your cleverness to find humor in how your brain twists the good you’ve done.” – DocThis past Tuesday […]
~ a story ~ There is a little coffee shop by my apartment. I don’t go to it much, but when I do I always see her. She looks like you. Not exactly like you, but close. She’s a little older, a little taller, and a bit less cheerful. Still, every time I see her […]
~ a story ~ I’ve tried to write this letter, twice. This is attempt number three.Attempt number one was mean, angry. Lots of curse words. I called you an ass multiple times. An asshole I think only once. The word fuck was also used a lot. I tried to get you to understand how your actions […]
One of the latest long term homework assignments Doc has given me is quite simple, yet also very effective.Everyday I tell myself that I love myself.It’s often in the car when I’m alone, listening to music, speeding along to here or there. Occasionally it’s when I’m sitting around with friends. Once it was when I […]
A few things from my day.It’s Tuesday, which more often then not lately has meant I get to see Doc. As we talked about the happenings of my past week, my practice of his homework assignments, and things bugging my brain, an interesting topic came up: commitment. Well, more to the point, my lack of […]
“Are you ready?”“Huh?”“Are you ready?”“For what?”“Doom doom da doom, doom da doom, doom da doom. Doom doom da doom, doom da doom, doom da doom. Doomy doom, doom doom, doom da doomy doom, doom doom. Doom doom da doom, doom da doom, doom da doom.”Her rendition of the Imperial March was stuck in my head […]
I feel broken. Chewed up and spit out. Chewed up and shat out. It’s 2:17am when I started typing, technically my birthday. Not the best way to start. “No, my brains and my bones don’t want to take this anymore…/So, why you being a dickhead for?/Stop being a dickhead./Why you being a dickhead for?/You just […]
It is not easy for me to be emotionally honest. In fact it is one of the hardest things for me to do. So when I told a friend I needed to have a conversation with them, I knew it would be difficult. My inner pessismist thought it would go horribly wrong, that our friendship […]
Connection. Appreciation. Care. Love. Watching WykD_Dave & Clover play Sunday night in a small side room of the dungeon was so powerful, so moving, I started crying. Seeing what they had. Remembering what I didn’t. Quickly and quietly, I slipped out of the space, grabbed a tissue from the rest room, and re-entered, taking my […]
There were two moments that struck me during Graydancer’s Cabaret. And they just happened to be during back-to-back performances. As DoNotGoGently slowly walked towards the stage, I at first admired the rope work on her body. With lines hanging off her shoulders, as well as by her hips, the intricacy of the rope-as-clothing was beautiful. […]