Submissive in Seattle

relationships

Losing the Sex Box

I’ve strayed quite a ways from the path I thought I would be walking at the beginning of my twenties. I suppose none of us remain who we think we are for long. Life is a journey that changes us in increments. I’m not dismayed by the change, indeed; I…

Post break-up breakdown

I don’t really want to talk about it. More accurately, I would probably be fine talking about it, but sitting down and writing about it sucks. I feel like my guts got kicked out, and instead of stuffing them back inside me and trying to hold it together until it…

Solicitation all around

In which I solicit your input and then inflict unsolicited advice in return! I’ve got this idea that I’m working on to write out a bit of a guide to finding a male-sub partner, but I’m still collecting information, and trying to put together something that is more helpful than…

I’m Scared

Sometimes. Sometimes I’m terrified and sometimes I’ve got a cool certainty that all this is alright, and good, and safe. Usually I’m more confident about things when I’m with Tavi. The more time we spend apart, the more worry seeps in, the more I think about the myriad possible negative…

Communication and Vocalization

Really Peroxide, another one of these “guess what I did last night?” posts, really? Yeah, really. Deal with it. Tavi and I went out to brunch on Sunday, my favorite place, it was quite lovely. I’ve been thinking about, worrying about, fretting over the boundary discussion I knew we needed…

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