Finding a means and still looking for a way

I moved to a new state last week of September. Found a job opportunity by way of a flaky friend who interviewed and was offered the job but backed out at the last moment. She recommended me and the rest is history.  So the means to the drudgery we call survival is a bit more secure now.  I still trust no one I work with. Corporate workers are some of the vilest people on earth. I’m no better- constantly backing up communication and data files in the hidden “CYA” folder everyone maintains on a thumb disk. Just in case..Next 3 … Continue reading Finding a means and still looking for a way

In remission 

If one looks up the definition of “remission” anywhere, there are several meanings to the noun. Most equate it with disease as it’s mostly overused in that medical connotation. Just like my most disliked overused adjective (“amazing” ), it falls out of most mouths like badly ingested soup or yogurt. Sheer drivel. Remission’s formal definition- that of exculpation or forgiveness of sin- is my current state of life. I’m seeking remission for whatever I did in any previous life to have had such a tough few years. I hope I can be granted remission to have a reason to smile … Continue reading In remission 

What am I?

If you’ve read any of the short stories published in my book you’re aware that I’ve had my fair share of bi-sexual experiences. I never felt ashamed of or regretted the time spent with any of the women I’ve frolicked with. They were all beautiful in their own way. As I value discretion, I do believe this played a large role in these “experiments” being successful. I’m friends with many of these women to this day.  I’ve never identified as bi however. My love of cock is too wanton to let me be anything but hetero or CIS. Lesbian was always a … Continue reading What am I?

Monday- the world’s shortest horror story

I spent an incalculable amount of time updating the look of this blog this morning. WordPress makes everything more complicated than it has to be. Like I actually had to google how to add my Twitter feed to the home page! I suppose I’m just fed up with the amount of time I’m wasting online but then I don’t have anything else to do between part time work and finding real work again. More frustration. Mondays have always brought out the worst in me- ever since I could remember how to tell the days of the week. Seems like a … Continue reading Monday- the world’s shortest horror story

Paychecks and passions

Lost my job on Thursday last week. My birthday no less. They caught me on my 89th day. One day before the 90 day probationary period was up. There are no rules in At Will employment states like the one I live in. So there’s no point in fighting the dismissal. I’m wondering what to do. Sure I started looking and applying- ironically was doing so a few weeks back as I “felt” how wrong this position was the first week in. Just took it for the pay. Never mind the politics or the work. Caught between slogging on in what I … Continue reading Paychecks and passions

One week til departure

I should be paying bills, packing for a week long work trip to Amsterdam and generally organizing myself and my apartment. Instead, I’m catching up on WP and feeling derelict in my self absorption with everything negative in my life. And not even writing or Tweet-marketing my BDSM book. I’ve much to be thankful for but I seem to dwell on the downside of even the simplest decisions/feelings too much lately . A few examples: 1) Been to Europe lots of times and understand the fatigue of transatlantic flight. Me: “Last time was 1998 and you’re really out of shape now. … Continue reading One week til departure

Facebook follies

The Master introduced me to one of his ex wives years ago. This was a month or so after I met him in the flesh (we “met” on one of those hookup sites and talked on the phone for about a year prior to that).  Sounds strange to the average vanilla woman but ,as I detailed in a few of the trysts found in BeDtime Stories for the Master , he had a plan. And we discussed “the plan” on and off over the past 10 years. Suffice it to say that as I’ve never come out of the BDSM closet (nor … Continue reading Facebook follies

The sounds in the sea of dreams

I’ve been asked if I dream in color or black and white. I do neither – at least I don’t think I do. The few memorable dreams I’ve had recently were more vivid in sound than sight. They were more vivid in feel (meaning ,when I woke, I could feel on my person where my dream broke off).  I don’t dream much anymore. The few times I might are as vivid in smell, sound and touch than sight.  #vivid Continue reading The sounds in the sea of dreams