I started writing for this blog thirteen years ago. I was twenty-nine. I’m now forty-two.
That is time enough to evolve as a person.
To become a better writer.
To become a better person.
To become a better wolf.
Only two of those things actually happened.
I started writing here as a means to encourage my creativity. I can write alone, but I cannot write in a vacuum. I need a muse, a spark. An audience, even if it is an audience of one.
That hasn’t changed.
The kink community has certainly progressed since I started this blog. Fetlife is now a staple, now as much a dating site for kink as a community for exploration. Fifty Shades came out, main-streaming rope and floggers. Instagram, twitter, and Fetlife writings have generally replaced blogs as a resource.
In those thirteen years I have bought a motorcycle and gained three tattoos.
I now favor depth over breadth of experience. I still want to take things (people) apart, but I have less patience for doing so with those not sharp enough to understand the subtleties that give it rich flavor.
I am pickier. More patient.
(most of the time)
But there is still the wolf of me.