What's Been Up So Far

Hey all, I have returned for now (for NOW) simply to say that YES, I AM ALIVE!  Oooooooooo and I bet somewhere there's a submissive quaking in his socks, whining, "She's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!  She's baaaaaaaaaaaack!"  and ready to piss himself (uh-uh--you take that mess outside, dog!).

So here's where I've been and what's been up.

After spending a lot of time knitting with nearly nothing but all-natural fibers and attempting (rather lamely) to spin, I've sort of gone on a natural kick.  Except this is more than just a kick.  I'm thinking this may be yet another lifestyle change, but for the good.  Of EVERYONE.  I've been trying to stay away from stuff with chemicals, and I've been trying to take walks, lift slightly heavier than usual (hard to do when you've somehow thrown your back out carrying computers), and generally relaxing a lot more than usual.

This has also gotten me thinking in regard to what I may be seeking in a submissive man, should one ever bother to look up from his pathetic wank-fest and stop fantasizing about what I could do with (or, more to the point, WITHOUT) his dick.  But I'm going to save that for a later post.  After all, I am still a woman.  I'm not giving it all away that easily.  In the meantime, please enjoy this wee video from Nicki Minaj and Ciara, in regard to how I'm feeling just now.

Just In Time for Halloween. . .

In honor of my favorite holiday, and in honor of filthy pagans and beatniks and oddballs everywhere, I will be bringing you some short story reviews from a delightful anthology, Here Be Monsters.

I just finished India Drummond's The Reaver, a science fiction piece in which human souls are captured for the pleasure of demons and encased in orbs.  Why have I chosen this one?  Because the soul of a human princess is seen as filthy, brown, muddy and plain, while the soul of a woman-warrior is many-faceted, like the jewels We are.  Krel is a creator of such orbs, and is so obsessed with his work that he doesn't even notice when his only daughter, Ruygret, is killed later by human upstarts.

I am also mid-way through Anabel Portillo's Lux, and have already found my favorite quote:  ". . . a good little monster, doing her chores."  I'll review this one after I've finished it.  Lux is perhaps one of my favorite new fictional characters I've been introduced to, and I certainly don't mind stating that, aside from her honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, I like her because she reminds me so very much of me--small, slight, freakishly strong with a sky-high metabolism and a fast heart, and a monster-hunter.

Yeah, I'm crushin' hard, too. . . . I'll write more on this as soon as I finish it, I swear!

New Conclusion

I will no longer be bullied or blamed for the pathetic attitudes some have toward Us/us.  I think I'll be sticking around after all, but there are going to be some changes.  You'll notice these changes in the demeanor and frequency of posts.

I believe I do have quite a bit to say.

Again, if you disagree, then stop reading.  Don't solicit me in an e-mail offering "services" and then never bother returning a simple fucking e-mail.  I'll be pulling my last post and replacing it with this one.

The Domme-brarian ain't goin' nowhere.