(jk it is)
I may never hit “publish” on this post, but I’m going to write it anyway. Maybe it’ll be password protected, or only for subscribers. We’ll see. But writing is how I process, how I connect, how I make sense of things. I think posting this now, will, maybe? help with the moving on, the absence of the closure I want and need and feel I’m owed.
So, what happened? What’s caused all the heartache and anguish the last year…and a half+?
Continue reading “What Happened”I am an expert travel packer. I don’t mean that as a brag, but I travel a fair amount and I’ve put a lot of research and effort into perfecting my system. I can pack for 5-8 days in a carry on, if necessary, but I obviously prefer not to. The Oasis spanking party was in February in Las Vegas (it takes place twice a year over President’s Day weekend and Labor Day weekend) and I attended for the second (err, third, but we won’t talk about that) time and had a great time. This time I also vended ebony hairbrushes at a table primarily for my friend Alex and her venture, NS Mercantile, selling vintage spanking implements – primarily pervertables. I share Alex’s love for all vintage spanking implements, but my personal interests are focused on hairbrushes – ebony and otherwise. I helped her with her stuff and added several of my own brushes to the count. However, this post will focus on getting ready for a spanking party. I get a LOT of questions about this. One of them is about packing and what to bring.
Continue reading “Preparing for a Spanking Party”Last week (err a few weeks ago…errr a few months ago, sorry!!) I got back from a solo trip I took to the Netherlands that I have had planned since our mini-getaway in July. A scene friend planned a small house party to celebrate her 30th birthday and I accidentally invited myself. Whoops. Hey, she was amenable! I tacked on a few days at the beginning and end, for my first ever European solo travel. I spent the first 3 days in Amsterdam, the weekend in a small town to the north of Amsterdam, and the last 2 days in Haarlem. It was cup filling and fun and full of spanking! Note: there are lots of photos after the jump – both vanilla and kink.
Continue reading “Going Dutch”