Integrating, Updating

I am, slower than I would like, bringing in a lot of my writing from previous blogs or cross-posting from membership-based sites so that I can share with more readers. The labels and such will all be fixed soon, and more content is on the way.

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Gem

Identities, Definitions and Protocols: No Cookie Cutter Answers

I was asked last week if the talks I was having with someone would constitute "mentoring." I use quotes because I was asked if I would consider it a Fetlife-applicable relationship and add Mentor to my profile. It came with a predefined ideal - not that it's a bad thing - but it made me think if what we were doing was, indeed, mentoring. Did it fit the definition of mentoring in order to warrant a relationship connection? Not that I mind it, do not misunderstand. In fact, I am flattered and honored. But I thought of the mentoring relationships to which I am exposed and I don't see the same styles. I started to wonder how it was defined, by whom, and what exactly it might entail.

And then I wondered why the hell it mattered how others would define it?

Silence is Golden. Duct Tape is Silver

He told me I would be punished... but not to the extent I would need the perfidious "punishment panties" again. Thank gods. I hate that red pile of thread; those panties, once so hot and fun, now meant only pain, shame, darkness. Even the word "punishment" - on its own - when coming from Deviant makes me shudder because my first thought is of that unwanted underwear.

Even with the caveat that they were not required for our session, I couldn't get the image of the panties and what they put me through out of my head. It definitely had an effect on my headspace going into our session.

It all started a week before. I was out enjoying a mid-week happy hour with a girlfriend. The bartender liked us and our personal happy hour extended far past what other patrons were offered. We had such a good time, in fact, that I ended up taking her home to my apartment because there was no way she could drive home. (No, don't ask. As much as the innuendo sounds good, we did not. Settled? Good.)