at this point i am gonna be nice.. and point out that you may want to keep answers to questions on file, a sort of FAQ, because i’m willing to bet that polesia won’t be the last to come to you with questions. it could save you a lot of typing, and time on that bitch bench!!

also, purely from a selfish point of view.. if the questions aren’t too personal to polesia and you.. can we read too? please pretty please? (still greedy, see?)

hugggsssssss

keth
xxxxx

Believe me, I wish I didn’t know about this bitch bench either…lol. Someday though, my ass will be calloused and then He’ll be screwed. Right?
Yeah, right…lol

You ask them however, whenever, in whatever capacity they come to you. I’ll answer what I can.. with the added disclaimer that I am just as lost and struggling in all this as the next person. But even at that, misery loves company and if all I can do is cry with you over an as-yet unanswered issue, I’ve got lots of tissue.

This journey can get lonely.. I’m always thankful to have someone with me, for as far and as long as they want. And if it ever comes time to part ways, I’ll be better off for having known them. I’m already feeling better off for having known you.

Thank you.
*hugs*
kaya

I was just thinking “Oh, poor kaya. Is it better to ask one by one or have a lump of questions all at once?” Good lord, I wish I didn’t know about that bitch bench!

Rueful grins,

poiesia

Thank you for that. It takes me forever to sit and wrestle with my thoughts and even longer to ask. I will be glad to write to kaya…with a slight twinge of conscience, knowing what she has to sit on in order to write me back. Eeek.

Simply,

poiesia

Is it silly that I love seeing You here? Thank You.

Grab Him now while He’s in an answering mood…lol.

Course if He says “because I said so”… just nod and smile. Trust me on that one…:P

Really though, questions we don’t mind at all. And thank you for the compliments. Feel free to blather all you want. We can blather all damn day..:)

(If Master says I can)
(when my chores are done)
(and for as long as I can stand sitting on this bench)

poiesia,
One thing I tell everyone, especially when I am installing equipment in the field…..that the only dumb question is the question never asked. kaya and I would be more than willing to answer all questions or comments so please feel free to ask away.

Master of kaya

Sweet kaya,

It is precisely because, as you say, “I snag on to the important things…the important thoughts..and talk about them. And they aren’t always pretty or erotic or even coherent.. and they don’t HAVE to be. That’s what this journal is FOR. So I have a place where I can be….. less than perfect… a less than perfect slave, less than perfect mother, less than perfect human…” that I read your blog, your thoughts!

It is why I have gone through your archives, alternately fascinated, touched, sympathetic, confused….even at times wanting what you have. I have so many questions, so many stupid ones, that I can’t even begin to start. But I do know that I am grateful that you write about what you do — and since I don’t read a *lot* of M/s blogs, it has become a good resource. It is shaping some of the things that I’ve written about, exploring. Honestly, what YOU have written about has even affected some of the things that I’m now asking for in my own journey.

I’ve had a hard enough time making what little progress I have. I am not M/s…or haven’t thought I could be really. All those *perfect* slaves…wasn’t ever going to be me, you know? But reading your journal has given me a REAL world peek, what goes on in a day…and also what goes on in your mind. I’ve shared so many things you’ve written…not because it is M/s and I am whatever-other-label-in-the-kink…but because I feel you write universally to EVERYONE’s experience within the kink, that embraces all sides of the spectrum, light and fun to dark and edgy.

Lastly, about that person’s misguided comment, what is sad is that you (or anyone really) has to blog, defending their relationship or about the content of what they choose to write about. Mere words can lift one’s spirits high — or send them crashing to earth. Careless words suck. Blogs are like people’s online living rooms…or bedrooms…or basements. They are not public forums; we choose to write/read out of pure choice and freedom. Common sense protocol (how about simple respect?) dictates that one uses a degree of courtesy when we visit others in their “homes”.

As someone already said here, “Shame on them!”

Anyhow, I am blathering…thanks for letting me.

poiesia

*hugs* you are happy, he is happy…that’s all that matters, no?

people just amaze me sometimes…truly…