Welcome once again my friends, to the show that never ends...

I just got called a 'little carnal cupcake'... wow. They say there's a first for everything but I didn't believe them until now. Wow. Makes me wonder what else I could get called if I encouraged people.

Anyway. The potentially dangerous, always frustrating Serious Topic of the day is: the life of a Switch.

I am once again fighting with myself about this. See, I'm what most people would call a 'switch' in the BD/SM world (that's bondage and domination, sadism and masochism - for all those of you who think vanilla is a flavor of ice cream). A 'switch' is someone who can be and/or enjoys being both the dominant partner and the submissive partner in a D/s (Dominance/submission - another handy note for those who are just tuning in for the first time) relationship. For our purposes we'll look at a more intense and dramatic version of this, the Master/Mistress and slave. In this case, a switch would be someone who liked to be the slave sometimes, and other times liked to be the slaveowner. This is great if the other partner wants to trade places and roles just as often as the switch does... good for them. However, if the partner wants to be the slave or the Master or the Mistress all the time? Then you've got a problem.

Most switches lean toward one side or another. I'm honestly not sure which side I lean toward... it's usually toward whichever one I haven't had enough of... but it stays the same anywhere from five minutes to five weeks to a couple months. Right now? Domme (once more for you note-takers... Domme is the female version of Dom. Both words mean 'dominant' and refer to the male or female partner who is 'in charge' in a relationship, especially sexually).

So anyway... right now I'm Domme, gimme the whip to play with, you go kneel in the corner-sort-of-Domme. I'm not too evil. Yet. I'm not too serious yet, either. But the longer I go without this side of me getting satisfied, the worse it'll be when it DOES hit... and believe me, it will.

I've been without my kitten for a while... without my Caleb in any D/s way for longer... and Nick has made it very clear that he doesn't really want to try to find Kim any time soon. Tala belongs to someone else, Rob could never in a million years satisfy this, Rhett... could, but I know he wouldn't enjoy it and I really don't want to go there again. This leaves me what? War Wolf? He's a playtoy... not any real ties, but I don't feel comfortable damaging him yet... I don't want the responsibility that brings. Snow? The poor boy would drop dead from a heart attack. I know what I want. I even know who I want... but I can't have him. So...

Bingo.

It's once again that special time for Jax... it's kinda funny. I feel like I should warn the world... or give Tammuz a second chance... or talk to Garrett's creator... or drag Caleb off for a day and re-break him...

I won't, though. This is the only warning they get. This is it.

Hunting Season begins.