It's been a year.
A year since we started this blog.
A year since the philosopher and I started this blog with the craigslist ad that brought us together.
Oh, I've done all the just-for-the-blog writing, and had been considering it on my own for a while, but it was a joint project. He thought it would be good for me. And it has been. It was the major outlet for my writing until my demon muse came along and took possession of most of my words. It has given me someplace to mull over what this whole BDSM thing really means to me, what my submission means to me. And it has given me sympathetic ears during the various upheavals that have marked our relationship since shortly after we met and from the very beginning of this blog.
As I've said before, I'm not sure I can pin down where we are now with each other, and I have no idea where we are headed. But until I get bored, I'll be sharing selected snippets of my life with you here, and thank you all in advance for putting up with my histrionics.
I do hope that some of you lurkers and newcomers use this occasion to ome out from behind your trees and under your rocks and say hello. I'd especially love to hear from the Swedes, and from people in an around the DC area.
1) The philosopher sent me a lovely basket of teas and related items for my birthday. I cried so hard with happiness I could hardly get the ribbon off.
2) My demon muse was here this morning. He left me with some spectacular welts on my butt, and nipples like very dark raspberries. I cried hard from the pain... and then later. When he made me cum.