Last night, before I heard that RBG had died, I was thinking about why I needed to come back to my blog. Yes, it gives me space to write and think, but I could have started a new vanilla blog annonymously that could have done the same thing. Y'all would not have been there so … Continue reading Just Here for the Sex
Author: olivia
Fall is coming…
Fortunately, here in the South, that means a slight dip in temperature and not the fearful freezing of the North. This year, I've decided to do a big deal about Autumn equinox though. The kids and I are going to celebrate wildly. Well, we're going to decorate a bit and have an end of summer … Continue reading Fall is coming…
Outside the Lines
It seems like I've been trying to change the way I relate to the world. I wanted to move in a straight line, putting my energy into my career vision, staying focused on my goals and objectives, and so on, blah, blah, blah. It seemed like a good idea in the beginning. It seems like … Continue reading Outside the Lines
I Was Wrong
I know. It's hard to believe. Sad but true. I. Was. Wrong. Sigh. I need my blog. I feel like I lost part of myself, like I'm walking around out of balance. I was telling Bleue, I'll have to rename it "My Sad Blog" or "The Whining Post." But that's ok. It is what it … Continue reading I Was Wrong
All Good Things…
On May 7, 2010, I wrote my first kinky blog post on my first kinky blog. It said: "This is my first post! O, my. Ok, this is a blog about me, a****. And Sir. And submission – mine; the dominance is His. But you probably already guessed that. i am just beginning to figure out … Continue reading All Good Things…
Finding My Way – Again
Over and over, we are hit by forces - emotional, physical, or spiritual - that threaten to submerge us. I felt that this weekend, so many of us suffering, whether we were in the middle of the social tsunami or watching, pacing helplessly and wringing hands, calling encouragement from the sidelines. That sounds so dramatic, … Continue reading Finding My Way – Again
We Are Not All Right
Across the country, protests are happening that scream of our not-all-rightness. We are not all right, the children are not all right. It makes me think of this story about the Masai warriors in Africa: And How Are the Children. "Among the most accomplished and fabled tribes of Africa, no tribe was considered to have … Continue reading We Are Not All Right
No Title
I have used up all my cute titles. Seriously. I started to put, It's Me, It's Me, It's Ernest T," which I think is from Andy Griffith, right? But I wasn't even amused, so that was a big "never mind." Oh, well. I could have called it "Angst Dump" right? But that would not have … Continue reading No Title
Cinnamon Applesauce
My daughter made biscuits last night - beautiful “from scratch” biscuits like people’s grandmas used to make. I was kind of excited. I had a client so I was eating later than the family and I envisioned the biscuits with butter and some cinnamon applesauce. Ok, not the kind of applesauce your grandmother used to … Continue reading Cinnamon Applesauce
Holding
His hands steadied her. Standing up, she almost lost her balance, and she might have fallen, but his hands around her waist were firm. She stood in front of him, eyes downcast. He settled in his chair. “Legs open, a bit more,” he said. Obediently, she shifted, widening her stance. “Hands behind your back, girl,” … Continue reading Holding
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