It’s blogging tradition to do some kind of roundup at the end of the year. A summary of the year, some kind of ‘thing’, all thoughtful and reflective.
It’s better, of course, if it’s meaningful and poignant. Also better when drinking champagne. But when the year hasn’t been either of those things, and I’m not actually drinking champagne, it gets a little tricky.
I released two books in the last quarter of this year.
One super happy.
One super angry.
That might just about sum it up, to be honest. It covers both achievement and mood. My anger, … Continue Reading
I had a full-on self-care day on Friday since I’ve still been feeling rather flat.
My hair was freshened and super-swished at my regular salon, my lashes darkened for more effective fluttering, then I had an hour-long luxury foot treatment with hot stones, foot massage, and pedicure and polish with my favourite go-to blood-red colour, I ate delicious sweet things from a quality bakery.
I turned up an hour early for the spa treatment because there is a time difference 15 minutes up the road and I forgot to check what timezone they were in (*shakes fist* frustrating), but … Continue Reading
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Summer isn’t here yet, but it’s coming with a vengeance. Around 35C (95F) these last couple of days, a lazy heat-haze hanging thick over the water. It shouldn’t officially be hot for another month, but here we are.
I’m back to light sarongs, wide-open windows to try and catch cool-ish breezes, blessed iced coffee in the mornings.
As for #dommelife, hmmm…
I’ve been doing some more study this year: Finished a 2 year web technology course in 7 months with my final subject completed at the end of September. I had been alternatively cruising, then smashing out subjects really quickly … Continue Reading
So July was a bad month for me, technically speaking.
I mean birthday and all, so presents and booze and loveliness which is awesome (and thank you all for the good wishes :)).
But wow, technically: Bad month.
Those of you who are very observant may have noticed some oddness on my blog for a couple of weeks in July. My web host’s server was hacked.
The first indication I had that something was wrong was that my admin password didn’t work. When I finally clicked ‘reset password’, I got an email that included an admin username which I … Continue Reading
I haven’t done one of these for EVAARRR.
Snippets of things I’ve said, no context, for when my brain isn’t firing up enough to write anything of substance.
Am I sitting on your dick right now? Then no, I don’t care.
If dominance doesn’t mean ‘getting the kind of sex I want’ I wouldn’t bother. I can do ‘getting the kind of sex men like and approve of within the very narrow confines of their expectations’ in the vanilla world.
I seriously have to point out how I linked ‘arsehole’ and ‘taint’ there…
If you just want to receive pleasure
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This is a ‘how to get rid of a Twitter shadowban’ public service announcement for anyone whose Twitter account has been shadowbanned long term.
I posted about my Twitter shadowban (what it is, how it works, and the wider issue for adult content creators on social media platforms), way back in October last year. My account was shadowbanned before that and had been shadowbanned ever since.
After trying everything anyone threw at me as worth trying, I finally gave up on that account as terminally shadowbanned and started over with a new Twitter account. Ugh.
Yesterday the Twitter shadowban on … Continue Reading
I had Vietnamese pho today for lunch. And wine.
Enviously watching Vietnamese women elegantly eating the soup with chopsticks and a spoon while animatedly arguing about something.
I eat it western-style, like a pasta dish and with a fork. Still it splatters everywhere. And there was wine. Which always makes me want more wine.
Now I am settled on the couch with the vague hint of chilli and cinnamon on my breath.
Terminally tired. From what I don’t know.
I have things to do. THINGS.
I’m feeling a little melancholy if I allow it. Which I don’t, for the most … Continue Reading