Reading back, this journal tells the story of a very difficult time in my life, and a very wonderful one. It begins three days after ruine_ and I exchanged promises and I put a collar around her neck. In these pages, I share how my father was diagnosed with cancer, and then died.. How I got through troubles at work.. And more than anything, the wonderful ( Read more... )

The last time dobhran and I met, sparks flew. A storm began in my heart, and reached out and pulled ruine_ into its orbit too. The last time, there were just the three of us.. other connections were far away, and we could surrender, and be flung around happily within its chaos. It was brief, magical, and special. Looking back, it was a space I'll treasure for ( Read more... )

Flicking back through this journal, I found this post, and couldn't quite believe it was over three years ago. So much, and so little, has changed in the time since then.

I wanted to write more in this space, and that entry has reminded me to post a similar, more recent story.

( Small Bowl, Small Spoon )

I think conventional wisdom is that you chain your slave to the kitchen sink? Not in my house...

When I got in from work today, ruine_ was lying on the sofa with a migraine. When she feels like that she needs food (if she's hungry), to drink water, and to rest. But that's not the idea she has.. She wants to make me a cup of tea, do the washing up, cook ( Read more... )

Life continues to get better, to grow into what I hope it might be. Love too, grows, and things that have been set aside in harder times, are returning.

I'm currently re-reading "The Wheel of Time", and one night, was reading in bed. ruine_ was downstairs, but I had to lean over the balcony and read her this bit, because it so well shows how our ( Read more... )

The last year has been rough in a lot of ways, and although it's brought ruine_ and I closer in many ways, strengthened our love for each other - other parts of our relationship have drifted away, into the background. Not gone, not forgotten, but faint reminders of what was there, ready for us to recover when we were ready. The D/s connection between us ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, in a far-away place which might have been a dream, a shamanic journey, or simply a conversation in my mind - a goddess asked me a question. It wasn't in words, so much.. It was feelings, images, and the overwhelming desire to explain. To this day, I haven't been able to explain, but I get closer, step by step

( My riddle )

Although I've always known I'm bisexual.. there have also been very few men I've ever been attracted to. I find attraction with women easily, but with men rarely. For a long time, I have had no opportunity to express that attraction even if I felt it ( Read more... )

Just before pshrew visited, I had a phone call that brought lots of things I'd been meaning to write about for a while, bursting up to the surface of my mind. I couldn't not write it any more.. I made notes, I determined to post last weekend.. And of course, the flow of events overtook me, and it's taken till now to write it. But now, with a cooler mind ( Read more... )

I've spent a lot of time since BiCon thinking about polyamory - in my past as well as my future. In my past, it hasn't always been very positive for all involved; I've made a lot of mistakes, hurt people, and have had to learn from that. I think I've been successful in that - in as much as I haven't generally made the same mistake twice, but I'm ( Read more... )