I should say some sort of “Hello” to a new blogging world, I feel. It’s traditional, and generally polite. It seems in this instance a bit superfluous, really, because at the moment May is the only person reading. Hello, May. You’re precious, and I love you.
In any case. I’m here, in Blogger, because I abandoned my kink focused LiveJournal for a very simple, yet supremely annoying reason. In order to write in my kink account, I would have to log out of my regular account. Then, after I was done, I would have to log back in. In a world view where a. I am extremely easily annoyed, and b. I shouldn’t have to put up with such inefficient nonsense, this simply does not cut it. I did manage to write in that journal quite a bit for a while there, however, so if anyone who’s not May is interested, feel free to ask for directions. I expect that May already knows how to get there, and if he doesn’t he is losing out on both memory and geek cred.
I’m a domme, in case you couldn’t tell from the tone. I suspect more information on me will be forthcoming in later posts. It is, after all, a blog.
In my next entry, look for my thoughts on either the concept of the masculine “knight” submissive, or the many and varied problems I’m coming up with in regards to femdom porn (see point a. above), especially after discovering new depths to the wonderful world of yaoi. Depending on which one strikes my fancy first.
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Yay! Welcome and yay for you writing about this again. A lot of why I write is that our conversations are too valuable not to remember in excruciating detail, and writing my thoughts down afterwards certainly helps me (and I think it does for you, too).
Also, yay for you liking yaoi! Really yay!
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