I love my birthday. It's soon! On February 1st I will be this many (28). That makes me an Aquarius. For any of you who care, my rising sign is Libra and my moon is in Taurus. My Venus is in Capricorn, but I don't know much about the effects of that yet -- which some Capricorns would say is par for the course (can I get an 'amen,' Capricorns?).
Sorry about the tangent, just having some fun. (But really...)
Those who often come by this infrequent blog might be wondering why I've suddenly decided to "introduce myself". I'll try to be brief, which would be unusual for me:
I have recently, and seriously, decided to commit to consensual slavery.
It all began in May, last year. Or was it in October of 2007? Really, I said "Yes" to my master in August, 2008.
It hasn't been until now, nearly half a year later, that my decision has become a clear reality for us. No more rose colored glass day dreaming for this girl; my life is in a brand-spanking-new phase.
Before, however, I get into those juicy (and interesting!) details -- more about Your Author. My decision to separate, in writing only, my sex from my life was made slowly. I've compartmentalized my writing persona. Some day I may write children's books, or teen angst novels, and I won't get very far if it's widely known that I'm a slave. As my master says, "We don't really have sexual freedom."
Another thing that will become clear about me, if my conveyance is precise enough, is that I am optimistic about people. You know how they say "hope springs eternal"? That phrase was coined on my behalf in another life. Never the less, I have learned that stereotypes are born from the shared consciousness of our culture, which can carry very real consequences. Lots of folks in the D/s world are quite protective of their identities "in real life" and I'm just going to assume that it's true when some guy says he's been fired or exiled because it was discovered that he asks his wife to step on his ballsac after dinner at night. Just an example. And moving right along.
I will write about my spirituality on this blog. My relationship is based firmly in the more veiled worlds of experience, and so is my thinking. I will, at times get intellectual on yo' asses, and write about theory. I will pose questions. I will sometimes be remarkably silly. I will be in full view. Spread eagle. I will make puns (there's already been one). I'm going to fucking geek out here, and I don't care who knows it.
Now onto a list! I'm getting tired of deep explanation right now. Purple is my favorite color since forever. I am more sensitive than a slug on a freeway. I like to wear aprons. I have grown up voices and little girl voices. When the doggies I live with don't listen, I growl at them through gritted teeth.
I'm going to remember to be really honest about my behaviors, and give context and consequences. As I mentioned, I did not become a slave overnight. In fact, I have only just begun devoting myself to it full time. I will talk about experiences I had with men who were not my master. I will use false names and locations, but the time-line and events will be real. I will not lie about myself, but I will also not divulge information that could be useful in court. Here are some truths I wrote down earlier today that I'd like to share upfront. I smoke pot recreationally. I sometimes struggle with anxiety. I wonder how those two are linked. I'm not a health nut per se, but I am on a quest to be as healthy as I possibly can. I'm about to learn all the reasons why I reject the phrase "New Age" and write an essay on it. If that essay sounds interesting to you, let me know and I'll share it once it's written.
Ok, lists! I like them and could keep going on with details about me, but I'll give you just one more for now: I have a heart tattooed on the inside of my right forearm. I got it for, from, and with, my master on our second date.
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