This means a lot to me - Please read

You had to know that I would eventually have to give my opinion on what’s happened out here.  I completely understand going private if you feel that is the best thing for you – always go with your gut. Hopefully some will feel comfortable opening their sites back to the public after some time passes.

As a teacher there is a little speech I make early in the year, it’s about bullying. We discuss it in general, I tell them despite plans to ‘stamp out bullying’ it’s never going to happen. I stress to the kids that I’m not talking to the bullies, I’m talking to the other 98% of the children and explain how we do have the bullies vastly outnumbered and by supporting one another the bullying problem can sometime be reduced to a minor annoyance.

Specifically I discuss gay bashing, I tell my students that if they are gay or if they ‘worry’ that they may be gay, that that's okay. But that they probably shouldn’t discuss it with their classmates.  They are welcome to talk with a councilor or me. I tell them my son is gay and that I love him because he is a wonderful person, but that the majority of sixth graders do not have the maturity to understand.

I guess the same could be said for ‘reporters’ when it comes to writing articles about TTWD. Shoot anyone could write an article against it. I’m a spanko to the core, but I could write something against it easier than falling off a log.  To write something with balance it takes intelligence, understanding, a willingness to truly look at something from a completely different viewpoint, and a tolerance of different lifestyles to write a fair article.

I’m sorry we can’t be more open about our lifestyles, it would surely make life easier. I wrote something shortly after I began blogging that’s one of my favorite post, since it’s nearly seven years old I’m assuming most of you haven’t read it. Here it is with minor changes.

An email from a friend got me all stirred up about this topic so pardon me while I rant, but I'm upset. I want to know where the rest of the world gets off thinking that what we enjoy and the lifestyle we chose makes us some type of sicko that should not be accepted in polite society!

Many people enjoy massages; often they pay big bucks to have a stranger give them a massage. They talk about how good it feels and how relax they felt afterwards. If their friends, family and colleagues have any thoughts on the matter most would think, “Yeah, a massage would be great”. Well I hate massages. Sometimes people I barely know come up behind me and start rubbing my shoulders. It hurts likes hell. I want to scream at them. If I say anything about not wanting them digging their digits into the muscles near my neck I get a strange look and something like “You don’t LIKE that? There must be something wrong with you. You are way too tense.”

I see people at the gym lifting weights so heavy they look as though they are going to tear a muscle. Runners and cyclist are taught to run or ride through the pain for the benefits on the other side. Huge men are paid bazillion dollars to slam into one another to get a ball moved down a field. All of these people are engaging in activities, by their own choice, that both hurt like hell and are activities that some others would never ever want to do. Yet they are considered normal. People will let them talk about what they enjoy and it’s even acceptable to encourage other to at least give it a try.

I enjoy being spanked. I love the sting, I love the afterglow, I love the achy soreness the next day, I love the feeling of release, I love the emotional closeness I feel with my husband, I love everything about it. Spanking is good for my physical, mental and emotional well being. I'm not even encouraging others to try it. I'm just saying it is a wonderful thing in my life.

So why is it that I would be the one to possible lose my job if my superiors were to discover that I blog about it. At best I could expect to be ridiculed, thought of as unnatural or perhaps even perverted. IT'S NOT FAIR. I am just as normal as those who like massages, lift weight, run or play football. But no, our desire is strictly taboo. I want to stand up and yell “I’m damn mad and I’m not going to take it anymore!” Instead I have to sit here and type “I’m damn mad and there is not a friggin thing I can do about it!”

And if you don’t mind if I rant on, another topic we are discussing on our blog is our sex life. This would also make our friends and family gasp in horror and heap embarrassment on us. WHY? If I were reading blogs to improve my cardiovascular system that would be fine, if my boss or family found out, they would be proud of me. I could ask all the question I wanted to and gathering all the information I could. But if I want to learn about my sexuality, if I want to learn more about how this part of my body how it works and ways to improve or enhanced the quality of an orgasm – oh my, heaven forbid! And speaking of heaven, God created our bodies and included in the female a special added feature strictly for pleasure having nothing to do with reproduction. So evidently He intended for us to enjoy this part of our lives. There is nothing wrong with researching how our bodies are supposed to work.

We are talking about sex and spankings on our blogs. I am not standing on the street corner yelling these things at folks that don't want to hear it. If you don't want to hear my opinions on these topics you wouldn’t have read this far. I know that none of us are embarrassed in the least by what we read or write yet we worry about others finding out, because others won’t understand. I want my blog to remain a secret from my vanilla friends. Not only would I have to deal with the embarrassment if it were discovered, my family would also. But if anyone I know does find my blog and tries to make me feel guilty or threats to tell others I am going to print this post off, shove it in their face and tell them to kiss my ass!

My friends, I thank you for allowing me a place for my rant. I knew I would be safe here.


We've all made the choice to be here, own that decision and be proud.