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I assure you, I am working to finish the story. I'm just taking a little breather to let it flow - if I try to rush or push it out then it's never as articulate as when it writes itself.

I stumbled on an old blog I used to write for a year or two ago, This Big Hush. I would link you, but there's been no activity since about this time last year. I really miss that site and all the insightful women on it. That's where I first was introduced to Bliatz, Yen (where are you, dear girl, since Diary-X met its maker?), Remittance Girl and many other intelligent, strong submissive women who changed the way that I think about this lifestyle and all the people in it. We either need a reincarnation of that site or a new one... something that fantastic should never be allowed to die.

For as big and diverse a world as this is, it still never fails to amaze me how alike people can be that live thousands of miles away from each other.

*I decided to link to it so you can see all the subjects that were broached there. For the record, I'm M and I used to write a blog called Sexual Anarchism before that current incarnation of the relationship combusted and forced me out on my own (which, for all who are wondering, was the best thing to ever happen to me).