I saw a crash on the quays last week. Busy dodging fellow pedestrians as I headed to the bus stop at the height of Christmas shopping season, I almost failed to notice the surprisingly soft crunch of well-designed crumple zones doing their job. It’s shocking how much damage can occur with so little noise. I'm … Continue reading 2018
I was thrilled to see that DJ Black of A Voice in the Corner has reactivated his site today! After a hiatus of more than two years, and many tantalising hints of return (including a few I was lucky to receive in comments here!) I'm very excited to see what stories and anecdotes he has … Continue reading Welcome Back DJ Black!
Things have been busy here! Hard to believe that all of May (and most of June) have passed without a post- and to top it off I nearly missed my blogiversary today. The draft post-folder is bulging though. Recently I've had the pleasure of getting to know a few more new spanky friends (including … Continue reading Five
One of my favourite aspects of attending kink events is the opportunity to observe, learn, and try practices outside of my primary interest in spanking (there has been plenty of that as well, though 🙂 ). This is how I came to be aware of- and grow to enjoy electroplay. Even now, I'm not … Continue reading In Other News. . .
I fell back into my Christmas card-sending habit this year. (Or perhaps it might be more accurate to say the habit fell back onto me, as the unsent cards came tumbling down in a glittery mess from the closet top shelf during a recent attempt at cleaning). A lot can change in a year. Based … Continue reading Glittery Greetings and Gifts of Trust
I sit in the pub with a pint and a laptop, typing frantically, focused on my work, my words. Out of the corner of my eye though, I sometimes see the concerned looks. Sometimes notice the pity. It’s the holidays, and they think I’m alone. I’m not though, not really. I’m with you. … Continue reading Happy Holidays!
I lost an acquaintance on Tuesday. His unfamiliar face greeted me when I logged on, beaming an entirely inappropriate grin. In a community which holds anonymity sacred, portraits bear only bad news. We moved in different circles, but shared the same interface. We met often but briefly, semi-strangers smiling pleasantly as we passed, … Continue reading Death of an Avatar