There was a time in my life that I thought I wouldn’t make it as a slave without a kink forum. I spent most of my free time hopping from thread to thread, leaving my opinion. Experience-based opinion, I’d point out, as if that means a hill of beans to the person on the other side of the screen. I’d razz a few excellent sparring partners, pick a couple fights, laugh with my friends at the silliness of it all. Ahh, the good old days.

But then I realized I didn’t really like who that meant I was (the “slave” who talks a good rap, but actually spends most of her day on the forum talking a good rap), and I set out to do something about it.

Boy, have I done something about it. I can’t even find a thing to talk about, these days.

I don’t feel like resaying things that have been said 189,234,590 times, or having the same arguments — often with the same people — over and over again. I’m not interested in explaining in minute detail, lest someone misunderstand something I say, all the ins and outs of what holds true in my life (which I’ll have to say so no one thinks I’m saying it should be that way in theirs) so that someone can then  tell me I’m wrong because I blinked when I should have inhaled, and the cycle of indignant, “I did say it may be different in your relationship.”s can begin again.  Read more…