Right?

Can’t be crazy all the damned time !!

So I’ve been getting a ton of feedback asking if I’m ok, if I’m still around, and “when are you going to update your blog?”

Well…here we go…

What have I been doing? Um….stuff.

And things…

Ok…got it? I’m still me n always gonna be!!

I’m not quite done havin my fun either so yeah I’m around. But here’s the deal…stop thinkin all of us are cookie cutter carbon copies of one original FemDomme stereotype. PLEASE!!!

Cuz some of us aren’t wearing the label…

It’s called LEADING rather than duplicating. I’m not a nameless faceless chick playing the role of queen bitch in charge, for treats. That’s readily available and you can find that broad in interchangeable costumes on the shelf. She’s also usually almost homeless, only available for outcall, and in total disarray in real life. Someone want to explain how a self proclaimed dominant being has no control in her reality? Not sure how that works…I will just watch n see like everyone else I guess. I discovered in highschool (didn’t all of us? Guess not…) that being inauthentic is exhausting!!! So…I’ll not be wasting my energy trying to be just another “real” dominatrix, as defined by Wikipedia. So so so tired of the rigid stereotyping, and you know who are the worst gatekeepers? Pro women….hyper vigilant in keeping track of who’s real and who’s fake (notably these are usually the same individuals who claim to be the only real deal while simultaneously completely out of control in their REAL lives, Hmmmmm). Just saying…

So…while yes, haters make me famous..they also make me more confident I’m on to something!! Last word ever on this blog about the local hate club: Ladies… Before you spend any more precious time developing conspiracy theories of favoritism at backpage and LE, spinning tales of hookerdommery, etc… consider spending that time taking authentic pictures, paying your own rent, cutting down on unprescribed chemicals, AND stop emailing Wikipedia hourly harassing them to define FemDomme after only yourself. You’ll find that your phone rings a lot more when yer fun to be around.

Can you imagine? Stuck with only one…fuck, sounds like marriage, why bother?

Ok Let’s talk about something even dirtier than a suitcase of dirty toys leaving an outcall, shall we???

Shit….I can’t think of anything. Right…