As a proper-for-real femdom blogger, I’m supposed to do a proper-for-real end-of-year (EOY) roundup full of stats and reflection and forward-looking statements about goals and such things, especially since it’s the end of the decade. Phew!
I’m not going to do that, though.
What I want to say in my last post of 2019 is this:
I am lucky and privileged to have this platform to write, and to have you, my lovely readers, to accompany and support me as I go. So I want to say a huge and heartfelt thank you for being here with me.
Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my care. Because I’m a woman. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, All you women, and me. ― from Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
When I popped back onto the vanilla dating site, I clicked a few things and lo and behold if I didn’t see pictures of two beautiful local men. One was a reminiscent of Anderson Cooper, and the other had a whole ‘George Clooney-esque’ vibe going on. They each had smart, thoughtful profiles.
I messaged them both.
Anderson Cooper was a cold call, and we were really not that compatible (our match percentage was high, but he’d answered very few questions, and had ‘Catholicism’ listed as important to him, so that … Continue Reading
Our last date was a week and a half ago. I wanted to talk about his email, to see if we could shake something loose to take us forward.
We’d had trouble lining up a time for our date, partly him, partly me, and he rescheduled the day before we were to meet. I was soon to find out why that was *cue dramatic music*.
This was the most dates I’ve been on with anyone for a million years (though arguably, having multiple-days-at-a-time of a visiting submissive with the requisite compressed ‘dating’ timeline is comparable, it doesn’t really … Continue Reading
I have not come up with a nickname for him instinctively. I’m not sure why exactly. Someone clever on Twitter suggested ‘French vanilla’ (as in ‘vanilla with a hint of more’), which would be super cute if he was actually French :). I’m going to go with My Gentleman (MG) for now, because he so is and it’s quite lovely.
Our second date was a traditional old-style dinner date and I liked that a lot.
I genuinely cannot remember the last time I had a very ‘normal’ date (not anyone’s fault, just that the submissives I’ve … Continue Reading
Crowdsourcing my corset choice was a wise move, and thank you again to those who participated. Above is the final outfit with the red and black corset as the star, the gorgeous heels, and some nail porn for those who like that (and come on, who doesn’t like that?!). The theme was ‘back to school’, so I’m claiming ‘school marm’, and I did bring some dark-rimmed glasses to look disparagingly over the top of.
So how was my evening at a BDSM club? Sit down my darlings, grab a drink, and I will tell you all about it.