Swimming in the Deep End

Yesterday I bought a new harness and a new cock. My new harness is so sexy it makes me feel like a Boss. Sitting at work today, I can't stop thinking about it really.  A few months ago I posted something on a butch/femme page (a page I have since left) regarding femmes strapping it on. I was shocked at how many femme identified folks responded that they would NEVER strap it, and acted like it was a complete afront to any notion of being femme identified. It also saddened me to see several butch identified people wrote about how they would never allow "their femme" to strap it on.  There seems to be a large section of the butch/femme community who react very negatively to the notion of femmes with cocks. Butch/femme culture has taken on many of the heteronormative hyper-masculine and hyper-feminine stereotpyes that demand we stick to certain roles. Somehow femmes are less feminine if we want to strap it on. Butches are less butch if they enjoy a good fucking. Why is th

In almost every major relationship  I've  had there has been that one thing, that one special thing that is unique to that distinctive coupling . Sometimes there are more than one, but there is always one that tugs at my heartstrings the most.  It may be a silly joke told over and over, it may be a shared daydream kept secret and sacred between the two of us, it could be a physical gesture or act; for example I have a friend who has been married for 25 years and every morning her husband dries her off after her shower. These inside jokes, those rituals, that’s part of what makes that relationship unique, special, and different from all others. These are the things you can look back on years later and smile, the things to keep warm in your heart as a reminder that the love you shared was real. It is the little things that make me feel that way anyway. When relationships end it is always painful, whether you are the one leaving or the one being left. Some people keep mementos an

"The antidote for fifty enemies is one friend." ~Aristotle I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships lately. I am richly blessed in the friend department. In my live I have been through many changes, gone on many adventures, indulged in different passions, and have been through a few major relationships. I am grateful for my friends who have stuck with me even when I may have embarked on paths they couldn’t understand or didn’t agree with. That is what marks a true friend right? Well one of the things. A true friend is someone who lets you make mistakes and doesn't say "I told you so," when you realize later you've made a mistake. A true friend is someone who sticks with you when the whole world thinks you've changed radically; the true friend sees the real you inside, the same person who has always been there. A true friend is someone with whom you can always pick up where you left off ,even if it is years later. A true friend also is someone

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