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Rope on Red

Einstein’s, Atlanta – 2013 At the Eroticon USA after-party. Rope by Graydancer. Photograph by Molly. Happiness by everyone.

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Rock from the Seaside

Daddy brought me rock from the seaside; I purchased polka dot panties; I re-dyed my hair bright red; I have a new chair in my dressing room; what exactly was I supposed to do if not play pin-up?

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The Bruise

Daddy took me to the churchyard to kiss me. His lips took mine as they aren’t supposed to; devoured my mouth. Pulled my head back, and dipped into me. Shook me with the shame. It wasn’t enough. In the dappled sunlight the unchaste kisses of

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Icarus

The sunshine is so rare it almost feels sinful.

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Submissive, adj.

For four years exactly – from March 2009 to March 2013 – I identified, almost unquestioningly, with the term ‘submissive’, as a noun. ‘A submissive’. That was me. It sat right, it turned me on, it gave me what I wanted, and it represented me

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Feral

Taken at the same time as Sprawl. Since I took them I’ve grown increasingly fond of the coiled tension in this photograph.

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Answer Time: the curious state of submission

There are times when I meet people – generally face-to-face – and the conversation somehow comes round to the fact that I am submissive, and being me, I brush it off casually, without really getting into the ins and outs of how my submission works.

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Sprawl

After a year of publicly yearning for my tail, it would be remiss of me not to show you what all the fuss was about.