Well, this is still my blog, damn it. You all can read here. I don’t pass-protect the damned thing. You all can comment freely here. I don’t moderate comments. You all can have your opinions and share them here. Or you can keep them to yourself. Some of you do both at varying times.
I appreciate all of you who encouraged me to keep writing here. Anon, your point is valid, but your bitterness bleeds through, like some old, festering wound that just won’t heal. You see me and Master as symbols of your hurt. We are bad people. Mean, selfish, unloving, cheating, vain, sex-addicted, whatever, whatever, whatever.
I liked Kittenesque’s comment best. People reading here have different perspectives. Some read here as wives and only see two adulterous, lying, deceitful individuals. Some read here because they too are involved in the lifestyle. Some read here as friends, to see what’s new in Dk’s life. And some apparently read here to be judge and jury and hand out sentences and punishment. Good thing I’m a masochist. Bring it on.
I like blogging. And no, it’s not to feed my ego. I enjoy expressing myself in the medium. I enjoy putting electronic pen to paper and seeing what comes out. I enjoy expressing myself through my writing. I enjoy the friends I’ve made along the way. Writing helps me work through puzzling or difficult situations I face; in normal vanilla life, or on the kinky, not-so-vanilla side.
I make it public because I do enjoy the comments. I like knowing when someone feels the same way I do. I also learn a lot from some of the comments. I learned that I am not everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay. I learned that some think I am about the worst scum on the face of the earth. And yanno what? (only one of those commenters so far, though) That’s okay too. I don’t have to have everyone like me. Truly I don’t. Nor my Master. They don’t have to trust him or like him either. It’s no skin off your nose. You don’t have to spend your future with him. Like my mother used to say, “If you don’t have anything nice to say…” Just… some people never much liked listening to their mothers, I guess.
The sex stories are moments in time I want to remember. Since I enjoy crafting stories, I keep a record here of some of the more memorable meetings Master and I have had. Most of which, by the way, do not involve getting drunk, FFS. I write to remember.
On the whole “ZOMG, he’s a married man!!”….
When you have been married over twenty-seven years to a drug-addicted, chronically depressed, habitually negative, verbally-abusive alcoholic, come talk to me about fidelity. And virtue. And faithfulness. And happiness.
Master’s marriage is not discussed here. Believe it or not, there are reasons 50% of all marriages end in divorce that have nothing whatever to do with the fact that a partner cheated. Believe it or not, many marriages survive infidelity too. The ones that don’t, weren’t meant to.
I have never edited out the ugly things that I do from this blog. I could have. Many do. I am as transparent here as Master requires me to be with him. Transparent probably to a fault. But that’s okay. My blog.
Bottom line, if you don’t like what you read here, don’t read here. But don’t fill up my comments section with blog posts of your own. These blog sites are free. Go get your own goddamned blog and quit using mine as your personal soapbox to “church up” Dk. It won’t work anyway. Take that bitterness of yours and go choke on it.