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Confession .347. I’m Not Leaving Quiet, Babe…

Just set it all on fire and burn down this room
And strip my being to the wires
And I’ll learn to carry it through
But in any kind of way, I’ll make it clear for you
I’m not leaving quiet, babe
So burn down this room…

Confession .347.  I'm Not Leaving Quiet, Babe...

I’m more inspired for photos lately than I am for dance. And that’s saying something… usually I’m brimming with things I want to build or dance – but ever since my surgery it’s like… I don’t have the brain power, or the inspiration, or both. And I’m a little afraid it’ll never come back…

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Confession .343. But You Won’t Be Left Behind…

So I’ll tell You now, I don’t have a doubt
I’ll come home to You, no matter what we do
I will find a way, cause I’m not ready
To say goodbye at anytime…

Confession .343.  But You Won't Be Left Behind...

The concept of Polyamory as a whole is way too much for me to talk about in one blog post, but there are a couple of musings I guess I want to mention.

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Confession .339. Life Was A Willow And It Bent Right To Your Wind…

The more that You say, the less I know
Wherever you stray I follow
I’m begging for You to take my hand
Wreck my plans
That’s my Man…

Confession .339.  Life Was A Willow And It Bent Right To Your Wind...

They tell you that you won’t find what you’re looking for until you stop looking. And this was no more true for me than in the last four months or so. Learning about myself through learning about You, learning about working together instead of against each other. Learning about what love actually looks like.

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Confession .136. Even If It Doesn’t Matter What’s True…

Tell me that it’s over, tell me that you mean it
This time it’s true
Tell me that I’m unknown… to you…

Confession .136.  Even If It Doesn't Matter What's True...

I was feeling super dance-y today.  One thing about being, like, outside of the pageant bullshit is that I don’t feel like I have to ‘hide’ this shit, or second-guess whether or not I should participate.  Because I’m my own person, not ‘owned’ by some organization, and the only other person’s opinion about my life that I have to give a fuck about is Master’s.  And He happens to support my dancing.  And my slavery.

So if someone else doesn’t?  Fuck ’em.   My new theory on life.  😛

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