Friday, 23 March 2018

March Question: Balls in the Air

Lindy asked "What do you enjoy doing to relax?"

This question always makes me laugh.
I want to be all like, "yoga and mediation, of course" but while I do those things, I kind of consider any relaxation that springs from them to be work.
It takes effort to do yoga and effort to mediate.

Truthfully, I walk.
Lots and lots of walking.

If I have a problem I am trying to work out, I move, doing circles around the Hovel.
If I want to chill out after a long day, I will walk around our village. And around our village and on the lakeshore, until finally my mind isn't churning on anything.

Also? I've never told anyone this before...
We were once at a outdoor festival and I became totally memorised by this busker act.
He bought me a tool of the trade for my birthday, shortly thereafter.

Now I totally suck at it but I take it out and try it when no one is looking and I hide it from the offspring.

Wednesday, 21 March 2018

The Spring half-post.

How am I supposed to try this writing thing again, when I can't get 10mins to finish a blog post?!

Happy Spring! Water an intention and bury an egg...I would be happier about this but from where I'm standing, it doesn't look like winter is giving it up easily this time around.

Sunday, 18 March 2018

March Questions: Food

Fondles asked: If you had to give up beef or chicken forever which would it be and any particular reason why?

With each pregnancy, I had an aversion to either chicken or beef.
So to give one or the other up forever, wouldn't really be a hardship.

If I had to never eat one again, it would probably be beef, only because I think that having chicken would make my meal planning easier.
 I'll do anything to make my meal planning easier.

I'm not a vegetarian. I gave it a wholly uneducated try eons ago and was incredibly sick from the experiment. However, I do try to have at least two meat free dinners a week, so maybe now that I'm more educated, I could do the vegetarian thing in a healthy way.
But you know, considering I'm foodsource right now, cutting proteins out of my diet, isn't an idea that is appealing and I'm way too lazy right now and tired, to learn how to substitute in a way that would work.

Lindy asked if I have a favourite food.

I enjoy eating things that I won't make, macarons come to mind.
I have a fondness for good street food from Doubles to Korean BBQ, I'm hard pressed to say no to poutine and I really find phyllio wrapped things delicious.

Petra asked if we had ever involved food in our kink?

We had a whole lot of protocols around eating once upon a time, which I talked about missing here, and food made good props for a humiliation play session or two, smiling fondly at those memories.

Thursday, 15 March 2018

But I'm ok.

He brought me coffee.
And a cupcake.
And took the barnacle at 5am.

He's trying to be gentle because he knows I'm having a day.
He's annoyed and trying not to show it.

But I get it.
He doesn't like having to wake up at 5am either.
He has a long day ahead too.
He doesn't always knows what to do when I'm like this and it must seem like nothing is working because I'm flustered and frustrated but trying my best to change the vibe...but I can only do that because it is working.

And I'm ok.

FTN: So ranty

So much noise is crowding my head today.

And the long hours stretching out fill me with a certain kind of drudgery.
It comes from really too little sleep and reading the wrong thing just before bed last night.
It comes from the minefield of triggers, caring for small barnacles can be.
But most of all, it comes from the flawed premises that has stabbed my landscape for so long and this is what it shouts:
Ability Equals Worth.

If I asked you for a blanket, would you remind me that it was as bad as I knew it to be? Would you cover me gently and remind me that somehow I survived it?

Because of course, I was supposed to be, but I wasn't.\

I wasn't...nice enough...polite enough...kind enough...quiet enough...skilled enough...friendly enough...outgoing enough...So of course, it was them and not me.

And oh, but they tried.
Just be kind.
And look what happened, when they were?
Do you think I was so grateful for their pretence, like I was supposed to be?
Oh but they wonder why I wasn't.

And now you want in on my circle and wonder why its so hard for you, when nothing in your entire life has been? Here, a tissue soaked in past blood that I shed as I bled, wanting to belong to the likes of you.

But did I really, survive?
I have nothing.
I have done nothing measurable.
Nothing that can be pointed to that clearly states, "See treating me as a human being was worth it--even among a background of torment-- and here is all the worldly worthy things I have gathered to show that I came through it."

Worth is not dependant upon ability.

And the noise: "Don't protest like that, don't be too loud, don't do it that way" and haven't bothered to read the history. But instead, they are pointing to their signs that read, "just be ind" as they indulge in more childisim, that seems never ending one generation to the next.

And the noise wonders why I wrap my barancles close to me, why I will keep them away from the walls.

And my choice, it was taken away. And no, to the noise that says to just get over it.
Wasn't for them to decide if I was ability enough to do it, if I was worthy of the choice.

Fuck that noise.

Monday, 12 March 2018

March Questions: Without Sleep?

Lea asked, "If you didn't have to sleep, what would you do with the extra time?"

Answering this on the Monday following daylight savings time, makes me grin,where almost everybody is complaining about that lost hour.

And you would think,considering the sleep deprived state I'm in these days, I would be too.
But nope, it doesn't affect me much.

One of the things I love about life right now, is we have no schedule.

But the thought of actually not having to sleep? So odd to contemplate.
If I didn't have to sleep? I would probably sleep for the sheer novelty of it.

To answer the question though, I would write.

I can't now but soon, I will be able to take more time and create more space.
Between you and me?
I'm terrified of taking the time away from my family, creating space and then not being able to write anything.

The drought has been long.

Friday, 9 March 2018

Friday Fragments: Oy. Its Friday.

Dear goddess, its been a week.
You know how something is stressful but you don't realize until it is done and over with?
Yeah, its been like that.
There were intrusions to our Hovel this week and it got a bit all over the place but you know, we made it. I didn't realize it was the cause of stress until mid-week. Adjusted course and it got better.
Currently listening to Sheeran on the playlist because I needed a calm kind of vibe.
Debating with myself if its actually calm or just kind of not.
So there's that.

"I'll love you forever if you make me coffee", I said to him this morning.
"Your forevers are mine."
"I'll throw in an extra forever. Please."

He made the coffee.
And did a whole bunch of other stuff to make my life easier.
He does too much.
But I made dinner and the barnacles are thriving.
 Again, not pie.

Questions, questions, questions (thank-you!).
I'll get to them.
 But you can all start a pool on whether its gonna be in March....

Thursday, 1 March 2018

And on outings...

Months back, I got a DM on twitter that read, "Sorry! I think I accidentally outed myself to you."
It made me laugh.
I like twitter for a lot of reasons, information and its quick and -oh there is this thread I stumbled upon recently on writing after a drought and its so good and I can't stop thinking about it- but I don't keep track of followers and I have no idea how someone would accidentally out themselves to me in that setting so I did laugh it off.

But it did keep circling my mind and I thought about it some more.

Of course there are reasons to come out as who you really are but you never have to. 
You never have to give someone your real name or identifying information, unless you want to.

I know that sounds easy. 
But I was in a situation, when we were newish to the kink community, that I did give out more information that I was comfortable with. There were two occasions were someone outed me--without my permission--and I chalked it up to it being ok. It wasn't okay. 

To stay with these non-coherent thoughts just a bit longer: its nature to give. Especially in vulnerable moments, especially when a lot of us were taught that its good to give if someone gives to you.

So if someone closes an email with their real name, or location map or sends pics, it might be nature to do the same. 
And maybe you didn't think it through or maybe, you did think it through, but you didn't give the other person a heads-up, so they might chalk it up to a mistake...if they are the sort to be decent.

Why give the other person a heads-up?
Because they might not want to know.
They might be uncomfortable with crossing the veil, they might wonder if you really meant to use your name, send your pics, identify your location, they might have reasons of their own for maintaining boundaries, for reasons you don't know and they might feel as if they owe you that exchange, when they are uncomfortable with taking it to that level.

Consent, in all its forms. 

Wednesday, 28 February 2018


He asked me why I have a need for validation of late.
Maybe its because my days are really long and I fling my whole heart out (as if I have one in spades) and hope for the best and I'm doing *all of this* in a way that leaves me feeling more of an outsider than I ever have felt like at times? That, by the by, is saying a lot.
 Because I'm simply feeling a little insecure these days.

I don't know.

But its March.

That means its question month in this corner of Blogland and I'll attempt to play along.
What'cha got?
Inbox, always open:

Monday, 26 February 2018


Standing in a crowded place, with others who have barnacles and all I could think was, "They are all better at adulting than I am."
Or maybe they all just care more about their hair :-P
But I will admit, my insecurities that flared up from the depths a few weeks back are still active and swirling, they are easing slightly though.

Now to find some more caffeine.

Friday, 23 February 2018

Friday Fragments: Made it...

This week has been a fight for my mental health but I made it through more or less in one piece.
My patience might have been a little on the short side and there is nothing done in the Hovel but we are all standing and I am madly in love with my little pack.
 The one task that has remained is making the grocery list.
And I know that sounds ridiculously simple.
But meal planning with healthy eating in mind and a budget that fluctuates week to week, is not an easy feat and I actually make several drafts of the damn list before its ready to go.
I have nothing on the list right now other than "coffee".
Thinking about the vestibular system--seriously, do you know how much is involved in holding a pencil or heh, throwing a bullwhip?! --has kept me fascinated in the moments I can find to read.
When I can, I like to have science on my side for my counter culture ways.
His needs, my needs, probably aren't being met but you know, healthy and content and standing.
We'll take it.

Monday, 19 February 2018

Good mornings

This is my place to write off the cuff and most of the time in has to do with my own inner-demons taking up the real estate of my mind.
But most of my days are harmonious and joyful and slow and lovely.
Exhausting, soul-draining, exhausting, physically numbing and exhausting.
 But lovely.
And its hard for me to believe sometimes.
Hard for me to really accept that these slow mornings, lingering over coffee, pancake making, days are mine. 

The other day, we were all grumpy with each other. All of us lost our tantrums and were at odds with each other and there were disagreements and tears. But we have grown better and quicker at saying, "I'm sorry", and faster at repairing, we don;t let things fester. 

So I'm grateful that this is my current reality and I try to remember to breathe and slow down and not race ahead to the next minute. 
How we got here after all, took a lot of emotional muscle and work. And sometimes it takes twice as much effort daily to maintain.

So worth it.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Weary sighs

Gods, I didn't want to do today.
Too little sleep and a too early start.
But there was coffee.
He stayed and made sure I was in as one piece as possible.
He's good like that.

I have more coffee.
And a quiet, rare moment.
I didn't even know what to do with it.
So I cleaned. Obvs.
*weary sigh*

 The thought of maybe scrawling out a writing prompt crossed my mind, but you know.
*weary sigh*

Oh and I'm ignoring the fact that the quick rebound to health means that I'm all sore and achy and like, chair yoga would be too intensive for me at the moment but moving anyways because moving
slowly is still better than no movement and hoping that
this return to health doesn't mean kayaking is off the list.
*weary sigh*

Sunday, 11 February 2018


So for perspective?
Post after post after post about coffee.
But not about PTSD symptoms or wanting to leave my marriage, so there's that.

The coffee situation has been rectified. More posts to come.

Saturday, 10 February 2018

Empty cup

Another morning, another bright and early start.
With no coffee.
Being in a power exchange for me currently, means no coffee.
I couldn't possibly foresee that I had to negotiate coffee (ahem not that there was much negotiation that happened but I dirges).
Coffee is not as important to him as it is to me. .
And because coffee isn't as important to him as it is to me, its not getting attention or priority, its just another thing *grumbles*.

Friday, 9 February 2018

Friday Fragmnets: Its been another *week*

Abounding realisations most of which I'm probably going to forget.
Long, long days.
Feeling annoyance at my connection seeking barnacles.
I'm told that happens.
And I need to be told that it happens and its okay that it does, way more often.
Thanks for hanging with me, friends.

Wednesday, 7 February 2018


(warning: sad pathetic post ahead)
Pperhaps I need a FFF for writing.
As much as I believe in mind over matter and self-acceptance in life, they aren't easy things to maintain. They have be fed over and and over again and cultivated.

My self-belief took quite a severe beating in recent years. Hard to rebound from that.

I'm functioning, I'm productive, I have spurts of creativity but its still a fight to rise back up and stay there but strong conviction is so often mistaken for confidence. Well let me tell you, I have zero confidence.
Its hard for me to get momentum.
And when I do get it, its hard to maintain. 
And when something comes along and crashes it, its like a weight in my mind that can't be shifted or moved away.
Its oppressive. 

Having others in my life believe in my abilities would be helpful but its rare where that happens.
Actually, not once has anyone close to me said that they think I can write or that they like my stuff.

And that's just kinda like everything else I've ever been masochistic to believe I could do and ended up failing at. 

Writing books is the only thing I ever wanted to do.
The fact that I haven't done it is sad. Really sad.

Finally something breaks and I have an idea and characters and then a reminder that I can't do anything with it and then I start to think about how much that actually doesn't/can't work in genre or I can't plot or I tak myself out of it. 

I'm finding life every frustrating at the moment and chafing at my bonds.

It will pass. It does eventually.

Sunday, 4 February 2018


So grateful he never decided to wake my ass up earlier than necessary just for the fun of it or just because he could.
He's mean and sadistic, not cruel and harmful. 

Not that there is a sleepbank. 


Friday, 2 February 2018

Friday Fragments: Fit thoughts

Fondles has started Fit for Friday here and its cool if you want that group support and I think its a neat idea.
Totally cool if you don't feel like joining in, group participation isn't my thing but I'm happy to be supportive.

It brought some things to mind.

I gave birth like five minutes ago and I'm perfectly fond of how fit I am at the moment.
My body may never be this gloriously useful ever again and its quite marvellous. 
This means that I get to eat all the carbs and all the chocolate.
And ignore all the adverts for getting back my 'before body' and joining mommy bootcamp.

That before body? Gone.
There is no getting back to it.
How on earth could there be?
And yeah no to the bootcamp.

I'm so grateful that I feel like this and its not a case of history repeating itself.

  I do have my moments of feeling unfit and unhealthy and unworthy.
Self-acceptance is a continuous battle, I wrote a post about that once.
A personal blogging goal?
 To rewrite that post from the perspective and experiences I have had since then.
I have had false starts and ended up sobbing.
 Obviously, I have still have dregs to work through but at the moment?
 I'm so damn content with where I am, physically and mentally.

Be kind to yourselves, friends.
If you eat the forbidden fruit, forgive and move on.
If you skip the exercise that day, forgive and move on.
You are all authentic enough to be writing about living life in alternative relationships or having alternative interests and mindsets, I feel that owning that you actually enjoyed the forbidden fruit and not beating up on yourself when you skip the fitness plan could be done.

Wednesday, 31 January 2018

One of those days

Today I learned that you can microwave a veggie samosa in a paperbag without anything adverse happening to said samosa found that out while getting coffee.
I have drafts.
 So many drafts.

Sunday, 28 January 2018


Sleep deprived.
My thoughts whirl into all kinds of plans and things I feel like I can do and want to do then when I fully get up and the noise crashes in, they are forgotten in the land "Nooooot now."
Reminding myself, it doesn't have to all be done right now.
Time now is short and long and that's okay.
 Have I mentioned that I'm madly in love with my little pack?
Now if we could fix the funky coffee maker we have.
 Because I should not have to do this without coffee.

Friday, 26 January 2018

Fridgay Fragments: Not pie

Read something the other day and the piece had the line, "Nothing is wrong, its just hard."
And how accurate that describes the last couple of weeks here.
Though I have always shared the hard stuff, I'm hesitant to do so because it is only a snapshot.

Even when we are at odds with each other, there is still degrees of harmony and laughter and ease and togetherness.
 But I have fears in the back of my mind that surface when I'm stressed and they manifest often in hard lines that I can't immediately bend, my ability to be vulnerable is more guarded than it once was but I'm working on it.
And yes, being supportive isn't conditional and even if I disagree, I still need to get over it, I know.

I'll maybe explain the pie reference another time.

Wednesday, 24 January 2018


(This is one of those "you might wanna grab coffee and yes, feedback welcome)

I have oh so many drafts of this post because I do not want to come off as criticising him, because that's not what its about.
 I made choices. 
Mostly I'm okay with those choices. Those choices aren't going to change any time soon.
 In the olden days, I would crouch this more as having problems staying in that place of surrender.

Its cause and effect. Its because we have what we had/have with each other.
And its because...

Boundaries take time and practice to put into motion.
He's not good with the emotional support and my world is very small.

Good stretches recently of feeling mentally healthy and as a bonus, creative momentum going strong. 
Here is the crash, welcome: you might recall it from crashes in the past if you've been here long enough.

I had a thing that happened last week.
It could have been prevented.
But it happened. 
I'm all the feelings about it: sad/mad/grief/sad/angry/unhappy/fearful/sad
I have had little time to process this.
 He knows how this is affecting me and hasn't allowed me the space to process it--some of that is just circumstance but some of it boils down to the fact that he doesn't wanna deal with it.
 Its a thing that will take money and time those constants that we are short on. 
But I am hurting, an acknowledgement of that something more than a two second "I'm sorry" would be nice here. 

He took time to go do something that he wanted to do.
I disagree with this one but whatever.
We talked about it and talked about it and talked about it and he concluded that it was off the table there were other things to go and do. 
He still did it. 

I'm not mad that he took time to go do something he wanted to do--he needs to do that for himself, for his sanity, for his health, etc, I want him to do more of those things.

 I'm not mad that after talking it to death, he still went and did it anyways, because that's him. 
He does that. I know this. Ego/pride.
 Ignore the girl with the crystal ball, yet again, she's used to it.
 He's not the thing that is going to or can change here.
(Now is a good time to remind you friends, that he does all the laundry).

I'm mad/upset because after he was done doing it, he expected me to be...happy/pleasant/supportive.
 Yo. So. Not. Happening. 
And he was mad at me for not being that.
I was also upset that he didn't offer me...something? Acknowledgement. Thanks. Space. 
Once upon a time, I was okay with him taking and not giving because I didn't need to be given anything and you know, slave.

So we fought in the drag out way we used to and it was all kinds of awful.
We patched up.
And then...

He went to do engage with me about something...

I told him please don't do that...
I told him now isn't a good time...
I told him really not now (ironically I told him no to this because I was sorta sure it was going to be a trigger).

And he railroaded right over that and did it anyways and didn't listen and disregarded my boundaries and my words and how I was feeling.
And then was surprised/mad/upset at me when I still wasn't over it the next day. 

To the now...where I feel completely deflated. 
My creative momentum is gone. 
Optimism that things were better, gone coz now I can't see clearly because of these past few days.
I'm reeling from all of this and not sure where to put the pieces. 

Its like every time, I find enough of me to charge into space for myself where I find that creative momentum, he comes along and does this--intentionally or not. 

The questions I am asking myself are: 
How do I keep my space, when I find it, no matter what else is happening?
(Tough one because I have only so many reserves and I have a lot of fixed parts that demand my attention/time/energy).
How do I not look to him to emotional support because its something that he can't give me and stop feeling resentful that he can't give me that? 

Its taking me longer and longer each time, to come back up to where I feel buoyant again. 

Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Just saying...

How many more months of winter?!
And I'm tired.
And grumpy.
And tired.
Mostly tired.

Crashing from creative momentum is a thing.

Friday, 19 January 2018

Friday Fragments: Offer of proof...

Its good to know things.
That's the reason I am signed up for a community health bulletin.
Its useful to know if there is a fire down the street or if there is an outbreak of measles before leaving the house.
 Really, I have no good reason why I am on this list, its just one of those things that happens.
The messages all in the name of health are about as helpful as, "wear sunscreen", and about as inane in tone.
I read them on my phone because that's my third hand. I see photos first, then the text.
This latest message was, "Eating together as a family is important---".

 I won't read the linked scientific article because I feel I can make that mental leap all on my own.

I can even believe that maybe somewhere, there is a kitchen that looks all glossy and clean in the morning, where everyone has a full glass of orange juice in front of their place mat with well balanced perfectly plated plates.
My kitchen looks like a yogurt filled grenade exploded every morning, I have serious kitchen envy here.
The next line naturally is, "No matter what your family looks like."

And this is where they lost me. 
I would be way more inclined to believe that matters to them, if it wasn't a picture of shiny blond blue eyed able bodied white people sitting around that kitchen table, in that perfect kitchen.

 But if I wake up one morning and think one of my family members is ugly, I know now to eat with them no matter what, because its crucial to overall health and well being.


*Snorts and drinks coffee in yogurt avocado dishes from yesterdays covered kitchen*.

And this friends, is why I contemplate another blog.

Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Boundaries and Limits

I'm learning there is a definite difference between boundaries and limits.
Previously, I didn't have any boundaries, His limits were my limits--the limit part is more than likely still true. To really test that, we would need a lot more time than the current season gives us but how I feel about it hasn't changed...or its changed back from me wanting zero kink/touch, etc.
But the limits were boundless.

Boundaries are a new area.
I'm learning for my sanity and health, I need boundaries and how to put those in place before it gets to the point of me completely having a meltdown. You know, progress.

Thinking about this more, I realized that's partly why I am so perplexed about that slave I know who voted the way they did because her Dom told her to.
  I never really thought about that situation much and if I did I think I chalked it up there with the other strawman arguments of limb chopping.
And the views blow my mind more on a personal level than wider-political-landscape-level, just so you know.

Like for me, that would probably be a boundary. Maybe I feel stronger or more defined about not putting my kink on the public and the implications. Why a boundary and not a limit? How does that read "boundary?" to me..hmmm searching for words here...Because boundaries are more defined.

Because that crosses the area of where my kink/M/s lies. He can tell me what to do and expect me to do it but not when it comes to living life areas.

Our D/s is about I relate to him, our relationship, not about how I relate to the outside world, or even relate to him when it comes to how I live outside of the Hovel.
He doesn't need to tell me how to think or what and my hackles get raised if there is even a hint of that in the words...trauma affect right there: I'm wildly sensitive about being told what to do and if you think that has to throw a wrench in a power exchange dynamic, you would be correct.

Our division of labour is inherently unequal these days, but there is a division.
He pitches in a lot and patches me up when I need patching sometimes I feel as if that's nightly.

Its like, I'm more than happy to do all the things for you, I'll glaze into the crystal ball but dude, give me a coffee first.
 Didn't matter if I had the coffee.
Then again...
He knows I work better with coffee now and doesn't push me as much.

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Another place...

So I am contemplating another blog.
Where I can scrawl more about life (coz my life is oh so fascinating) and attempts at writing and all that. So kinda vanillia? Maybe?

Anyways, ***if*** I do this and you would like the link, email me and let me know.

Just feeling limits here. But I want to keep it that way, here.

Monday, 15 January 2018

Moth like #1

One of the first things I did when I had a moment, was make him lunch.
He was miffed this morning that there was nothing ready.

Fair enough. '
But you know what was surprising?
I actually wanted to be helpful and fix it and make it better.
Explaining the early-morning-making-lunch-for-the-next-day-bit.

Totally slaving it.

Friday, 12 January 2018

In the action

He has taken the moments when I tell him I won't do something as a signal of me being stressed out of my sleep-deprived mind.
Because apparently, it is, like in actuality. 

He knows I'll do it, no matter what I claim in the stressed out moment and of course he's right because there is no way I can *not* do it, how we roll. 

But me telling him I can't/won't is like.....letting off steam? I don't know, I've only just realized that this happens. Its a way for him to come in, to ease the stress? 

I do now this is part of learning how to manage all the stuffs. 
And that last year, he would have taken offence to it/been hurt by me telling him I wasn't going to do something.

Its helpful, to realize this and its helpful in action but it bothers me at the same time.

(and yes I edited for title)

Thursday, 11 January 2018


This morning over coffee, we were talking and I got to give a viewpoint on the political impact on a current social-economical issue.
He stopped and said, "You are so right, I never thought of it that way."
That made me happy.
He's the one who is good at everything and all smart.
But on occasion, its nice to be smarter.

This brought to mind, the whole, "If your Dom told you to vote a certain way, would you?" from forums past.
Its actually been on my mind because I found out that an acquaintance did vote a certain way because their Dom told them to and their political views kind of blow my mind and shake up the picture I had of them and I still don't know how think about that one---what would you think?

In our dynamic, its just not something he would exert control over.
He's all about control but the sphere he is concerned with is the things that affect us or him.
There was one time, where I couldn't vote in a minor municipal thing because I was all pregnant and in another city and couldn't make it back on time, he wasn't pleased with because he feels I should have voted on the issue.
Who I vote for, or how I vote, not so much.

I'm tired and the days are so long.

But I'm madly in love with my little pack right now and I was all kinds of happy with that little reminder this morning--I have a partnership that allows for disagreement and different viewpoints and allows me to have a voice....all with a dose of M/s and kinkery fuckery when time permits.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

R for relantionship

Over here, Olivia wrote about an article in the mainstream and how in said article, s-type claimed being Owned was a cure-all for chronic anxiety.

Paraphrasing so badly there but my brain has had no coffee and I haven't showered in forever, so let's just roll with it, shall we?
To be clear, they didn't *actually* say it was a cure-all.

Snorts and smirks aside, I thought about a little bit more.
 Its hard to see the kink stuff through this lens of reality I'm now living.
When I read some loved blogs, in my head, I'm often like, "What?! And she just did it?" and find myself bordering on being all judgy.

In this season, where submission is so far away from me, because the attitude of the here and now is all about survival and sometimes, "I shot out 100lbs out of my vagina. What have you done for me lately, buddy?"  the days when I was criticised for our "extreme M/s lifestyle" feel like they happened to someone else.
Someone who probably showered and had coffee and could leave the house in like, five.

Five....gods...right where was I?

Yet there are still things I defer to him on.
He still has the final-decision making capabilities.
Ask him and he will tell you he still owns me.
Even if we haven't had sex in forever and I'm bitcing to him about not being able to leave the house again with abandon, there are threads of the M/s still there.

When it comes to the offspring, we are on the page as far as general philosophy goes.
But there is an issue we disagree on.
Didn't matter, we did what he wanted to.

That sounds awfully black and white, yes? He said, I did.
And when you get right down it, that's what it was but there was a lot of discussion about it, a lot of tears from me on it.

Because...I was a hot mess over it.
But I couldn't tell you for sure if it was the issue or the circumstances of the issue, because my anxiety, the liar that it is, kept feeding me bigger and bigger suggestions about it that I couldn't see clearly.
He was sure. He saw it more clearly than I did, and because he did, I was able to relax on it and give way.

He has cut through my anxiety in so many different ways.
Sometimes by telling me to just do it and because he Owns me, my loyalty to him wouldn't let me do otherwise, even though I REALLY didn't want to or feel that I could, because anxiety.
Sometimes by holding my hand and letting me sob into his shoulder while I do it anyways, especially if its something I REALLY want to do but didn't feel that I could, because anxiety.
Sometimes by marching into the battle with me and letting me rant and rave and scream about it afterwards.

I wouldn't claim that it was just the kink/BDSM elements that make me go to gatherings or pick up the phone when I don't want to that see me through.

But it is due to his long suffrage of my neurosis, his knowledge of who I am and the intimacy that we have that allows me to get out from under my blanket fort more often than I would if it was up to me.
 That comes from various sources: M/s and how it has the ability to make those undercurrents shine, length of time together, going through all the stuffs together and the trust that is inherent in those messy intimate relationship parts.

Its the relationship.

Always, the relationship.

But that doesn't get represented in BDSM as well as it should.

And how is your day?

My day so far.

What do you figure my chances are for a cup of coffee and a shower?

Remember when I used to write about slaving and kinky stuffs?! 
Its a fuzzy kind of memory.