Sex Work – How My Views Have Changed
I will be your dollI will be your tollAt the gates of hellThat is what I’m forI will be your fleshI will be your endThen on to the nextI will start again “Slut” –...
Category: Thoughts and Reflections
Recovery From Mental Illness? – Healing, Self-Management and Improvement of Quality of Life
Let me start with that I don’t believe in that recovery is something to work towards when you struggle with mental illness. Recovery, for me, would mean getting to a place of where you...
The Sound of My Life
Baby would you dance with me to the nightInto the serious moonlightBrighter than the stars above you shine?And the loving feels alright “Dance D’Amour” – The 69 Eyes Music has played an important role...
Long Hard Road Out of Hell: Suicidal Thoughts and Suicide Prevention
I want to fly into your sunNeed faith to make me numbLive like a teenage ChristI’m a saint, got a date with suicide I am chronically suicidal. There are times when I am in...
Tiny Little Monsters Under My Bed: Nightmares, Sleep Paralysis and Insomnia
Nightmares I’ve got a serious problem with monsters under my bedthey argue with the aliens in my headthe whole night long I run as fast as I can. Through dark corridors, panting, sweating, trying...
FrienD/s – Kinky Friendships
If you would meet me in real life, you would consider me being very confident in social situations. And I can sure pretend that I am! I used to be the center of every...
I write, therefore I am
I am a writer. I don’t mean that as a profession, but as something that describes me as a person. It is not only something that I do, that I maybe have some talent...
I need to survive, eh?
I am not someone who enjoys rituals. You might think that a submissive in a D/s relationship, someone like me, adores the idea of strict rituals that deepen the meaning of my connection with...
Authenticity and Blogging: Know Thyself and Be Thyself
I have been blogging in this particular space since the end of March this year. So almost five months. In the blogging world that is still a toddler learning to crawl. I am a...
My 5-Year-Old Self – Here are 3 Things I would Tell Her
Trigger warning: mention of abuse and suicide. When I was five years old, I lived with my parents and my sister in a suburb of a Northern German town. My parents owned a restaurant...
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