Coyote Too

These are just some haikus I wrote recently on twitter, inspired by remittancegirl.

The "Other" House
Fifteen years of life
Bound up in the many rooms
Remnants of my soul.

BDSM Love
Lashings dealt with love
Delightful endorphins surge
See pretty bruises?

Winter
Winter hid and watched
Baleful eye but loving heart
May he dream in peace.

@badbadgirlx recently posted a sexting story in response to @CelticFrog's latest MicroFantasy Monday Phrase. A lot of her blog followers are used to more vanilla posts, and someone got a little freaked at her use of "Daddy" and "little girl" in the story. Not really surprising.

I commented on it on her blog, but I wanted to carry that over here, because my (admittedly very hurried) Google search didn't turn up anything more definitive, and I'd like to see if anyone had any pointers to good (preferably short and to the point) articles that cover these sorts of issues when they come up.

In the meantime, here was my take on it, as posted in her comments section.

@Daddy: Daddy/little girl is not about incest, or often even about "age play".…

D/s culture replete with ways to punish a submissive, but what happens when the Master goes astray and hurts the submissive? Who punishes him?

The answer is quite simple. The Master punishes himself.

Whether the relationship is for a single scene or a life time. Whether it takes place in a club, a bedroom, or across the internet. Whether it's for show, for play, or fundamental Need. No matter what the time, the setting, or the reason; the Master took on a responsibility to care for the submissive. Her well-being becomes not just his responsibility, it becomes his well-being. Just as her pleasure becomes his pleasure, so her pain becomes his pain. You cannot have one without the other. So long as the relationship exists, the two are bound,…

I wrote this for a friend who keeps stopping short of exploring her creativity, because she fears the joy will be short-lived; cut down by the mundane process of selling, lack of appreciation, inability to find those who will share her interests, or a simple lack of time. At the core, she feels it is safer to stay unfulfilled, than to experience joy that might be lost and never regained—and that is a fear that we have all experienced at one time or another. She likened it to the fear of opening Pandora's Box.

You hesitate to open the jar, because you fear that the pleasure will be fleeting, that it will not lead to new discoveries and new pleasures. But Pandora's jar did not hold all evil, and not all that was good, escaped.

"Only Hope…

If there's one thing my roadtrip has done, it's remind me of how lucky I am. It's not a time of my life when I feel particularly lucky, but I when I stop and think about it rationally, I've had a very fortunate life. I was at the right place at the right time at several key moments in my life, which led to a career which I have loved. I found a partner who, while we ran into a lot of (eventually terminal) issues between us, was in many ways the perfect yin to my yang. The result was a great home, and joint parenting which produced two bright, creative (and even fairly organized :-) kids whom I'm immensely proud of. We created something better than ourselves.

When I get depressed about where things are now, I try to remember that many of my…

Five or six years ago we had a fire. It took out my home office and scorched most of the library. The microwave in the kitchen melted. But all things considered, we were very lucky. We weren't there (a halogen lamp on a timer had apparently had some paper fall on it from a bookcase). We had to gut the inside of the house, but we only lost about a third of the contents. And everything was there to inventory—it took the insurance company four days, but they made a 100 page spreadsheet of everything in the house. While they were doing that, I hired a friend to help me, and we went through the books.

The top bookshelves were massively charred, but we tore off the covers and read the titles from the inside, so for the first time I had a full…

Dreams are certainly odd things. My mother believes they can foretell the future, and indeed when I was young, I was certain she was magic, because things would happen, and she would say she had seen them in a dream. Later I wondered more about cause and effect, and I learned from my own experience that dreams aren't the only odd thing, memories can be strange as well. They warp, they change over time. Things remembered often become more real, more rational. Other memories drift away in the dust on the edge of our road.

It could well be that dreams are nothing more than nighttime sensations which our mind interprets as memories. They have no form until the brain shapes them into something which we can recognize. We've all felt some pieces…