Where's the donuts?
Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 7:41 pm
I'm rache and I'm an alcoholic. What? Oh. Never mind.
That's not funny, I know, but I'm a little under the weather. I was here before, a few years ago now. Many years ago? And I've gone through some changes, the way people do as they move through puberty and into alleged adulthood. I'll be thirty-years-old in July, so I'm thinking I have to retire my cheer uniform and buy some real shoes. My dad says I should find a job, but that seems kind of extreme even for him. Being a part-time wife and full-time mother keeps me pretty busy and if it's minimum wage, at least I have job satisfaction.
Am I rambling? I do that.
I haven't written a castration/penectomy/FGM story in a couple years probably. I'm thinking "Hamlets" was the last one and probably nobody around here has read it, or would remember it if they did. I can't remember much about it myself except it was a Ball Busting story, not actual castration. Disappointing, I know. I have it in mind to go through my library and look for stories that can be edited and perhaps posted/reposted. My skills have always been mediocre at best, but pre-2009 they were exceptionally poor and I'm embarrassed every time I come across an old story of mine.
There are also voices in my head urging me to tackle the subject again (castration) because I've never quite outgrown my fascination for the subject. My interest in penectomy is largely cosmetic. I used to be very serious about FGM, enough that I got a number of piercings I probably shouldn't have. At the time, however, I really was quite pleased with myself and it led to showing off and casual sex in public places and...You get the idea. No more piercings for me! Infibulation was my password for many years. Now it's...Oh! You almost got me!
So, castration. Yes. I want to write stories concerning submissive men, dominant females who know good cutlery when they see it, and the romantic notion of a man giving up his balls for the woman he loves. Perhaps such noble sacrifice exist only in the fertile soil of my imagination, but as long as it's mine, I'm happy. A little crazy too, probably.
Ummmm...That's me!
rache
That's not funny, I know, but I'm a little under the weather. I was here before, a few years ago now. Many years ago? And I've gone through some changes, the way people do as they move through puberty and into alleged adulthood. I'll be thirty-years-old in July, so I'm thinking I have to retire my cheer uniform and buy some real shoes. My dad says I should find a job, but that seems kind of extreme even for him. Being a part-time wife and full-time mother keeps me pretty busy and if it's minimum wage, at least I have job satisfaction.
Am I rambling? I do that.
I haven't written a castration/penectomy/FGM story in a couple years probably. I'm thinking "Hamlets" was the last one and probably nobody around here has read it, or would remember it if they did. I can't remember much about it myself except it was a Ball Busting story, not actual castration. Disappointing, I know. I have it in mind to go through my library and look for stories that can be edited and perhaps posted/reposted. My skills have always been mediocre at best, but pre-2009 they were exceptionally poor and I'm embarrassed every time I come across an old story of mine.
There are also voices in my head urging me to tackle the subject again (castration) because I've never quite outgrown my fascination for the subject. My interest in penectomy is largely cosmetic. I used to be very serious about FGM, enough that I got a number of piercings I probably shouldn't have. At the time, however, I really was quite pleased with myself and it led to showing off and casual sex in public places and...You get the idea. No more piercings for me! Infibulation was my password for many years. Now it's...Oh! You almost got me!
So, castration. Yes. I want to write stories concerning submissive men, dominant females who know good cutlery when they see it, and the romantic notion of a man giving up his balls for the woman he loves. Perhaps such noble sacrifice exist only in the fertile soil of my imagination, but as long as it's mine, I'm happy. A little crazy too, probably.
Ummmm...That's me!
rache
