I am a hopeless romantic, always have been. It’s funny that I should be one considering how frequently I have been deeply pessimistic about life, the universe, and everything. Still, I have always steadfastly refused to believe anything but the best about love. The concept of love that…
Back from the Brink
I’m so grateful to my readers who donated to to my Go Fund Me, or even just spread the word that I needed some cash to keep Submissive in Seattle going. I wouldn’t be able to do this on my own. I’m unemployed at the moment. I had been…
More Submissive than Straight
I’m writing a good deal about identity lately, just not here. Both my psych and sociology classes have me writing papers about my identity. When it comes to my sexual identity, I write about being straight, because that’s the simplest way to put it. I feel, however, that my straightness…
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…
I’m number (forty) One!
I am surprised and gratified that Between My Sheets has once again ranked me as one of the top 100 hundred sex-blogs of the year! It’s been a few weeks since I posted anything (I’m busy getting settled into my new place, and preparing for the holidays) I’m so excited…
Unpoached*
I’ve got kinda really big news that I‘ve been keeping under my hat. I hope those of you that read regularly aren’t upset that I didn’t spill these beans right away, I have some reasons which I’ll get into in a moment, but I won’t keep you waiting any longer.…
Flash Forward
I want to get an actual post about interesting things (instead of feelings) up, I’ve got topical things I want to right on, but life just keeps on coming. I have written a bunch of personal posts lately, because obviously big things have been happening. (I’m doing really well by…
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…
Wax on, Wax off!
Since I know many of my readers only tune in for a chance to leer at my paradisiacal trim young body and because I’m so gratified to have many of my readers promoting my new address, This post is something of a treat for you. I’d sort of allowed waxing…