I was a child when our last Protector ascended. I remember sitting on my dad’s shoulders, watching how they gently attached him to the tree. His face held a big smile, blissful and happy, filled with the inner light that would guide him to his new role.
Last night’s party was amazing. I got to do some very lovely public play, and my kitten and I ended up having some lovely sexy times with friends on a couch.
One of the aspects of ADHD I wish I had known about earlier is Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, or RSD for short. Basically it means that rejection hits us like a ton of bricks, and in my case can trigger major anxiety.
A few days ago there was talk about vasectomies again on my timeline, partially because of recent developments on US abortion law. I mentioned that I had meant to write about my experiences, so here goes.
Fucktoys (homo ludicrum futuetum) are a delightful subspecies of human that can bring an owner much joy and pleasure if well cared for.
In my list of recent insights, I included “Be Brave”. This one has special meaning to me.
I’m feeling a bit under the weather with the flu, and with my body unable to do much my mind set to wandering. It revisited a question a friend asked me recently:
So yeah, showerthoughts they call it. That moment when you just let your brain run where it will and a realisation hits you like a ton of bricks.
… and I’d like to share my experiences.
It took me years to come to terms with the word “Daddy”. It felt weird and incestuous to me, and for a long time I described myself as a nurturing dominant instead.