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Sometimes a Cinderella story.

This journal's purposes are for explicit content, BDSM centered, with a focus on D/s and kinky sex stuff. There's also the occasionally rant or thought process on the local kink scene, or kink in general. Consider yourself warned.

Crazy in love with and owned by upstageright, referred to as Cross here, though I often say Sir or the Boss Guy.

As inspired and encouraged by Cross, I'm constantly working on being a better me. This involves creating beautiful things, finding happiness in the everyday, learning to love myself more each day, adapting to what life gives me, and discovering contentment in simplicity.

I don't 'play nice' for anyone. Not even Cross, and that ought to tell you a lot.

My talents and my self-concepts are my most prized possessions.

And because it came from Master Skip, someone that inspires and humbles me, this poem.

The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

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