Reader Q&A: Myers-Briggs (spoiler: INFJ)

Have you ever taken the Meyers Brigs Personality Inventory, and if so, what was your type beyond being introverted?

I have. I did it as part of a serious exercise in something-or-other at work way back when, and have since done it again online for curiosity’s sake with the same result.

I’m an INFJ.
Introvert(78%) iNtuitive(25%) Feeling(25%) Judging(33%)

When I first did the test forever ago, I found great relief in the ‘introvert’ descriptor because it described me so well.

I know there are theories about D/s and how they are grouped under the personality types, but whenever I’ve seen … Continue Reading

Loves: 7
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Dommes get rejected too

This is not a ‘poor me’ post, just a ‘hey, it goes both ways you know!’ post.

I know that the impression is pretty much always that a Domme puts an ad out and then weeds out those who don’t suit her.

But don’t forget that it goes both ways.

Anyone who approaches me (or who I approach for that matter) has the equal ability and right and responsibility to reject me at any time if they think we aren’t a match.

Do you think it doesn’t happen? You’d be wrong.

*gasp horror vapours*

Of course it does.

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Loves: 19
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Romancing the Domme

To me, romance is doing something sweet to show someone that you are thinking of them, something to make them happy, to make them feel special. It’s the little gestures that demonstrate that feeling.

Following on from a really lively Twitter conversation a while back, Mistress Lilyana has written a really interesting post on ‘Romantic shit‘. Go and read it.

In summary, she said that her submissives have, for the most part, not romanced her. She theorises:

“Perhaps there is something about me that repels romantic gestures. Maybe I’m too independent. It’s true. I’ll buy my own damn

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Loves: 15
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Dreamy-eyed boys

“So, yeah. I’m still kinda all dreamy-eyed for you.”

I so love the impractical boys, the creative swimmy ones who say things like this, the ones who float.

I am not like that. Not really at all.

And maybe that’s why I love them so. Their ethereal existence has open spaces in it, and I can slip in, like smoke on a breeze, and find my place in there, in their blood and cells, insinuating my way under their skin, hidden and secret.

It is insidious, often, with the boys who feel me like that. There is something that crackles … Continue Reading

Loves: 11
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Sleeping together

I don’t sleep well with another in my bed. I don’t sleep well at all for the most part. This tenuous relationship with sleep makes it precious, sacrosanct. There are few things more irritating than having my sleep interfered with.

I need to feel very comfortable with someone to want them in my bed, and if I don’t have that level of comfort, I don’t share well. I will lie there restless, unable to relax, hyper-aware that they are *just there*.

I let bambi fall asleep in my bed one night when he was here. We had played for some … Continue Reading

Loves: 20
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First lesbian love

My first love was a woman, well, a girl really.

I was 17, she was a year ahead of me at school. She was fun and hilarious and street-smart in a way I wasn’t. An athlete, with that long-limbed lithe body that young athletes have. Full of that kind of careless body confidence that comes from knowing what those limbs and muscles are capable of, and a self awareness that results in a loping casual stride that says ‘don’t give a fuck’.

She was beautiful. Stunning. Perfect.

I can’t remember how or why it happened, really, but she started to … Continue Reading

Loves: 38
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On getting older

I recently had a birthday (how did you miss it?! I was bleating on endlessly about it…).

I’m 48 now, and saying that out loud gives me a bit of a shock. I’m not sure what 48 is supposed to feel like, but like a lot of people as they get older, I don’t *feel* as old as my years so when I say it out loud, I’m mentally going “WTF?!!”.

I felt 32 for a long long time after that year had passed. I really don’t know why. It’s just the age I felt. Now, I’d put that as … Continue Reading

Loves: 10
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