Stay with the Paddle, or reach for the Flogger?

I haven’t yet touched on why I am writing this.

My goal was to post something every day for a year. Poetry, stories, stories about now and from the past, random thoughts, and whatever else interests me. Why? Partly because it forces me to write. It gives me an excuse to write. I want to be a writer. And, in the simplest and truest terms, a writer is one who writes. The brilliant friend you have who talks about the novel they are going to write any day now? Not a writer. The friend who keeps a daily diary detailing her inner most thoughts? She’s a writer.

What you won’t see: posts about what kind of smurf, cloud, 18th-century novel, Egyptian God/Goddess, or any other on-line test that tells me what piece furniture I likely to be reincarnated as. I think they’re cute but they’re really not for me. I may take a real personality test, like Myer-Briggs, and write about it, but that’s as far as I go.

That said, I am thinking of re-focusing this site more towards Domination and my thoughts/actions in that area. This would encompass removing (or restricting access to) all poetry, short stories, and autobiographical entries that don’t relate to it – which isn’t *that* much, considering how influential that aspect of my life is on who I am. What would be in it’s place? A more defined exploration of what D&S is, with specific examples given to illustrate my points. I’d likely go from daily updates to thrice-weekly. Despite how wonderful I think my poetry is, I can’t imagine it is as entertaining as reading about the best position to hold someone in while spanking them. Or discussing hot and cold; the difference (or lack of) in sensation of a mouth with an ice cube teasing a nipple, and a mouth filled with near-scalding hot water. Or what makes someone a good or bad Dom. Good or bad submissive. Why are some people switches? Why do even those who switch generally have a preference for one or the other?

What do you guys think? I’m going to mull it over this weekend and any thoughts would be welcome.

Seed or Egg

Of the two, seed and egg, I would rather the egg.

The planting of a seed within the mind will quickly lead
To roots that bury deep
In memories
Bear fruits of new quandries
And other plausible metaphors

But an egg will hatch a serpentine, sensual succubus
Insidious in form
That will slither, slip, silent
Never content to rest
Rummaging through forgotten questions
And astounding observations
Down the spine
Taking shivering form
Ceaselessly hungry
Within the belly
Carelessly pressing
In knocking lose old morality
Cautiously expiring
Only when still

Of the two, sturdy tree and ghostly conniver, I’d rather the one that admits no false stability.