The break up wasn’t a break up in the traditional sense. No drama, no acrimony. Simply a flow from one state to another. In the first state she was an active domme and in the second, she wasn’t. In the first state I was her sub, in the second, a close friend.
This post is not about D/s nor is it funny. It’s about being angry at a re-awakening to the dark, vicious and sick side of humanity. Please move on if you’re looking to be amused. This is not an easy post.
This is not my usual fare, it’s something of a self indulgence. Today would have been my mother’s 78th birthday. She was born in South London a matter of weeks before the Luftwaffe started dropping bombs on London.
For those of us of a certain age and who had early Internet access Mrs Silk was a revelation and a pioneer. It’s seems that her achievements were rather accidental as she never really capitalised on them. That’s often the way with pioneers, they start something but it takes others to really make it a success.
After some internal debate I finally decided to post this. A recent visit to the opticians resulted in new prescriptions. One prescription for ultra clarity with short-sightedness, especially for driving. The problem with that was that I can no longer wear a single pair for driving and close up reading. So another prescription was made for reading. There… Read More »