So, I had the experience of taking my daughter shopping for panties today. Understand - I was her single father, Dad, for the first three or four years of her life, until my girl (the collared, marriage-ish one) came into our lives. I tell myself I should be able to handle this, no problem. Right? Good. I'm a cop.   I have a gun.   I've been shot at.    I've been stabbed.  I can handle a little underwear shopping. Yeah. Not so much. Fucking panties.   Underwear shopping shoul

I took a class recently on impact play (every good teacher should also be a student) and came away with some good and some bad.    Mostly bad.  The bad "triggered" me.   It caused my "triggers" to... uh... trigger.   Fingered.   Whatever.   (Sorry, had to do it...the "trigger" phenomenon is just so snark-worthy.  Triggers exist.  90% of what people call triggers aren't.  They are better known as "I'm too immature to be responsible for my feelings...you do it for me!") ahem .

1.    There is more to life than Fetlife.   No matter how many times you check the site, you are not going to be blasted by some blazingly new enlightenment about yourself, or swamped by a ton of sexy bits who suddenly want a taste of you.   Get your ass off of the computer for at least four hours a week - by going to a munch, a class, or a play party. 2.   There is MORE to life than FETLIFE.     If you are basing your opinions on people, fetishes, situations, or claims of...

First – this letter is going nowhere, until my daughter (and probably an edit for my son) reaches the age of leatherly consent.   Ie, when she’s an adult and I’m no longer freaking out about every boy she looks at.  (Thank God that only entails Justin Bieber, Thor and Superman right now.  Although she’s eyeing up Rainbow Dash, so maybe it’s a bi thing.  I would be okay with a human Rainbow Dash.   Just please God, not Rarity.) This is a letter that’s going to take me at least

parenting is a joy, as all parents know - it's a headache, a pain in the neck, and the spine, and occasionally the genitals (they WILL run headfirst into ANYTHING). But there are also moments of joy, especially with two child aspie-s. (aspergers) At Home, Morning Daughter: "Daddy, I wanna go to the steak place with the clams." Cassie: "I didn't know you liked clams, girlie? Kenova: "I guess you could say she digs clams. She's a 'clam-digger'. " Cassie: smacks Kenova Cassi

“A paraphilia must be distinguished from the non-pathological use of sexual fantasies, behaviors or objects as a stimulus for sexual excitement in individuals without a Paraphilia.   Fantasies, behaviors or objects are paraphilic only when they lead to a clinically significant distress or impairment (e.g., are obligatory, result in sexual dysfunction, require participation of non-consenting individuals, lead to legal complications, interfere with social relationships). “   (D

AKA – No, You Are Not Lord High Master Sparkly Britches I’m sorry.   This one has been coming for a while, and I keep taking it down to tame it.   To clean it up.   To get some of the ranty taste out of it.  Because I don’t want this to be a curse-filled rant (which it was), ripping new people a new orifice (which it did) for not knowing any better (which they don’t – mostly.) But seriously?    A 21-year-old who identifies as a Master, and identifies himself  as Master <NAME>