I’ve been learning about the ways we cope and the role anxiety and depression play in that. It’s protective. You can swim and swim until you get tired so your options are to drown or go soft and float. I’m opting to float right now.
I’ve been meaning to write about my experience being a rope bunny at Eroticon, but my mind has been on other things. Luckily, R for the A to Z challenge came around so I could slip it in for that and for Sinful Sunday. Rope is a kink I’ve only really brushed the surface with …
So I had a different P planned for today (and I may return to that P word on another post), but I was encouraged to write about this today instead. P is for Patreon. If you’ve not gathered, I like to write. I have a tendency to write in abundance and have for a number …
The most obvious thing to do here is talk about kink, right? I am kinky I write a lot about the ways that I enjoy being spanked and used both in fiction and in real life ways. I’ve also discussed how I like being little and having a Daddy. Do you know what’s one thing …
This week’s Wicked Wednesday is about mental illness. I’ve written a little about being anxious in my A post for the A to Z challenge. That is an undiagnosed issue I have as a well as being a perfectionist, but that’s not necessarily a problem. I’d kind of like to talk about something unrelated, but …
My immediate family isn’t very large. I have a host of half siblings, but when my father died visiting that side of the family decreased to once every 5-10 years. My older (maternal half) sister never really cared for me. By the time I came on the scene, she’d pretty much solidified her place as …
I’ve always struggled with feeling like I don’t deserve things. Relationships, nice things, happiness, love… I don’t know if I deserve those things. When those are things easily taken away, or have been taken away, so I must not be worthy of those things. It makes me think about how privilege plays a role in …
What a way to start, but an apt one considering I’m undertaking a month-long challenge. Anxiety is a friend of mine. It has its roots in trauma, childhood trauma specifically, but we’ve all had some form of it or another. My anxiety has never been clinically diagnosed, but my family and friends are well aware …
No one wanted her. When she’d been taken to auction, they told her her price would help her family. Some of her fear had melted away as thoughts of porridge warming her baby brother’s stomach filled her head. She’d held that thought through the humiliation of it all. They’d paraded her naked before too many …
Smut marathon is in round 2 voting. Go pick your top 3 for the round! I’m doing my own form of participation. The first paragraph is what Molly wrote for the first round. Everything after is mine. I believe I came in at 123 words. – The first time I saw her she was standing …