Mar 182015

I can’t write my words when I don’t have you I can’t sing my song when my strings won’t tune You won’t believe me You won’t believe me crying And I can’t walk my path when I can’t stay motivated I can’t pay my dues when it gets too complicated You won’t believe me You won’t believe me So you’ll never see me Give me a reason and I won’t breakdown Give me a reason and I won’t breakdown And if that’s all that you’ve got you’d better not get caught I’ve got more in store. I can’t keep my … [read more]

Dec 212014
sunday service for the faithful

‘Hot’ isn’t the right word for this — it’s more like smouldering. It’s not the suggestion of action that gets me (though that helps) — it’s the attitude, the posturing… the reverence. It’s the positioning and the inference of a dynamic. It doesn’t ‘turn me on.’ No — that’s too crude and reductive. It’s more complex than that — more visceral. This is the sort of language and sets my brain to a low level hum. It makes me feel dominant — it’s that prowly, hungry, feral feeling. They’re the sort of words that make me want. But in the absence of an available, willing boy, I’ll just have to … [read more]

Nov 152014

(Habits) Stay High, Tove Lo You’re gone and I gotta stay High all the time To keep you off my mind High all the time To keep you off my mind Spend my days locked in a haze Trying to forget you babe I fall back down Gotta stay high all my life To forget I’m missing you       stay high was last modified: December 17th, 2014 by Dumb Domme

Sep 152014
daydream: leaving town

In all of my adult life, I’ve never taken a vacation. I don’t have much desire to travel and little need to ‘get away’ — it’s not for lack of time, ability, or funds, but because I’m happy where I am. The only break I’ve ever wanted is from myself, and since that’s not possible, I’ve done my best to construct a life I enjoy inhabiting. I’m good at what I do, and most of the time, I find it deeply satisfying. I’ve reached the point where I’m comfortable enough in my own skin (despite its flaws) and I’ve learned … [read more]

Apr 222014
Scenes from an <del>Italian Restaurant</del> Hipster Gastropub

I play pretend — a dress up Domme in too-tall shoes and borrowed attitude. I wear wedges and a black cotton sundress (not stilettos and a corset). It’s a compromise between ‘doing Domme’ (my way) and accommodating my uncoordination. We both know what I am — I am not a Domme. I am his Domme, and for that, I’m glad. It’s a position I adore, and one I own, but also one that encompasses both my fine points and my flaws (some of which are outside standard deviation for the role). I don’t enjoy making decisions about where to go … [read more]