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Epiphany. [Courtesy the Sunday Times]
After being shoved into a Very, Very. Bad. Place emotionally following a conversation sparked by the death of Amy Winehouse, I’ve been floundering on some core issues. I had to wince to see so many people’s callous opinions, and to hear people opine that addicts just made “bad choices: ” that we chose to let ourselves…
Read MoreNothing to see here…
I’ve been here & in service & writing & working for a little over a week now. I haven’t had much in the way of time for personal writing. More to the point, I am in the midst of this crazy-ass root-level emotional liquefaction that has left me gasping a bit for…
Read MoreMollena’s Big Adventure v6.9
Yep, after 15 years in the Bay Area I’m going nomad. My travel schedule and general wanderlust have factored into my giving up my flat. Don’t fret though: I’ll be living in SF for my artistic endeavours come fall, and again this spring! But for now, it is best I tuck away my material goods…
Read MoreI see what you did there.
I hate it when someone says “We have to talk.†It doesn’t matter what comes after that. My hamsterbrain jumps right onto that Wheel of Misfortune and starts furiously scrambling. This is a reflex I have had for as long as I can remember. And it doesn’t fucking matter who says it or what…
Read MoreAdjusting the idle.
I have a hard time straight-up asking for advice. Partly because I am afraid of people doing that whole “I’m worried about you!†thing when I do. It seems often when I do say “Yeah, I’m struggling with this…can you help me?†a great deal of the time I get a response that pushes me…
Read MoreNot so goddamned fast….
There is little within the BDSM and Leather community circles that I take seriously serious, and that is not because I am irreverent about everything. OK well maybe it is, a bit. And maybe it is because fringe communities so often be takin’ so much so got-dammed seriously, I do not see that…
Read MoreThe Scent of a Woman (Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love my Snatch)
I swear on Ganesha’s mighty trunk I am really pushing myself on this one. Leave it to The Dominant Guy to bring up and toy with one of my more…sensitive personal areas. This is going to get punny in a second because the area I’m talking about is the DMZ. The punanni, snatch, cunt,…
Read MoreNo, really. I’m good.
I typically become profoundly uncomfortable when I cannot craft my thoughts or feelings into words. This becomes especially irritating when someone asks me how I am feeling, what I am thinking, and I am nonplussed and vacant, ready with neither quick quip nor reasoned, seasoned response. The capacity to think quickly and clearly is one…
Read MoreWhen it is simple.
I didn’t break down crying. There were no other witnesses. I felt no cosmic upheaval. It was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the country and I was in the middle of his dining room, in the middle of errands. We had been taking, since the day before, about expectations. He had…
Read MoreQuiet.
I handed over my cell phone with a wry smile when @TheDominantGuy held out his hand for it. Wednesday morning’s drive from the airport saw me handing over my external brain. I tend to be a bit of a mess without it to let me know where I am supposed to be and what I…
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