Where I’ve Been, Where I’m Going, and How I’m Getting There

I’ve been through some very dramatic life altering changes over the last six years; from learning that I’m a sexual submissive, leaving an emotionally & verbally abusive marriage (on both our parts), and learning that I’m strong enough to get through any obstacle. I agree; that whole quadriplegic/chemotherapy incident at 17 should’ve taught me that lesson. But, that’s a story for another time, my friends.
In 2011, I began a memoir for a class. It started out as a writing prompt and became a journey to heal from my childhood. My original work was from a place of anger, pain, and hatred. I’ll be honest and admit that there are still times when those are my feelings with regard to the situations. However, I realized if I’m ever going to achieve the thing that I want the most then I have to look at the past through other perspectives than my own.

As an adult survivor of childhood abuse, I have wanted nothing more than the unconditional of my parents since I was 16. During that time I was placed in foster care; eventually ending up in a group home, then returning to my parents when my quadriplegia occurred. All this time, I’ve felt like my mother never loved me; she chose my abusive father over me. Over the years, I’ve tried to talk to her about the things that occurred in the past.Her go-to answer, “You’re an adult; just get over it. You can’t go around blaming all of your problems on me.”

What my mother never understood is that I always blamed myself for the things that occurred when I was growing up. I knew that it was wrong for my father to beat me and that that wasn’t my fault. What I couldn’t understand was why my mother never loved me and my father stopped loving me. I’m beginning to understand that my experiences aren’t the entire picture of my childhood; my sister’s experiences aren’t the same as my own. We all had a role to play; sometimes by choice, but other times the roles were thrust upon us.

Since September 26, 2015, I’ve been getting to know my mother as a person, a woman, an entity outside of our relationship. In some ways, I’m re-learning how to love her. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved my mother. I loved her in the way a child learns to love a parent. To this day, my mother has no idea how much I’ve craved her affection. As children, we forget that our parents aren’t perfect. Well, I wanted her to live up to the ideals that I had of how a mother should behave.

I always knew my mom had the potential to be a good mother. She and my sister have always had a really close bond. When things started to go horribly wrong with my father and my relationship; I attempted to reach out to my mother. I wanted to create a connection. Unfortunately, no matter what I did she excluded me from it. I saw this as confirmation of my belief that she hated me. Recently, I learned that my mother didn’t think I really loved her.I learned that part of the reason my mother stayed married to my father is because of the interaction I had with that woman at church.When I was around 4 or 5, a woman came up to me at church and said that I looked like my mother. I responded that indeed I did NOT, and I was my “daddy’s girl”.

I have an eidetic memory~which is pretty much a fancy way of saying; when I go to recall a memory I literally see a picture of it in my mind. Normally, it’s a really great thing to have. I’m sure it’s what’s made learning all the languages I’ve studied easier. I also have Hyperthesmia~ which is the ability to recall almost every day of my life in near perfect detail, as well as public events that hold some personal significance to me. If the events are positive then no harm, no foul. If the memory involves being chased down and being beaten with a wooden Louisville Slugger bat; it sucks to be able to remember every detail of the event. It’s part of the reason it’s taken so long for me to heal.

I’ve always used this blog as a way to communicate openly and honestly about my life. I’ve always known that I’m not the only person who is facing this distasteful and arduous battle. I’m well versed in the tools of survival. I know there are teens out there in abusive situations, and adult survivors that are still on their own journey to find reconciliation, and love for themselves and their families. If I can be a voice for those who are still too afraid to speak, or a light for a soul that has lost their way, then I will have done something remarkable.
Over the next year,  plan to use this blog as a sounding board, a way to clear my head, re-write previous memoir materials, and of course, a place of support for others previously and currently trying to overcome abusive situations.

Drop me a line if you have any questions….IMG_0143

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First Time

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I’m feeling a little nervous today, but I’m also excited. I’m going to a party tonight, and I’ve been told I can cross off some of my bucket list items, lol. I really enjoy spending time with the couple that I’ll be staying with for the next few days.
I brought my walker with me this time; even though I know they couldn’t care less whether I am using it or not, I am still really self-conscious about it. I’d love to be able to say that I’ve gotten past the negative comments my ex made about my having Multiple Sclerosis, or basically isolating me in the house over the last few years. Unfortunately, I haven’t…I feel a little sting when someone stares at me while I’m using my walker.
I just realized that I won’t be able to take it, since another couple will be riding with us to the party. Honestly, I don’t use it if I’m just walking around my house. Plus, I’m sure that J. will help me get around if I need it.
J & K, are always very caring & will help with different positions to make sure I’m comfortable. One thing about having balance issues, is that it can be somewhat limiting when it comes to positions that I feel comfortable trying. For example, I don’t really like to be on top because it makes me nervous I might fall somehow, or even worse get a muscle spasm in my legs. Aside from being painful, it would be somewhat embarrassing to have an orgasm & then end up curled into a ball. The weather has been changing the last few days, it’s unseasonably cold. As a result my legs feel like they’re on fire (well at least the portion by my ass, anyway). If they continue to burn, that means I will most likely need to apply some Real Time Pain cream.
I don’t usually use topical meds, but ever since my friend sent me a sample packet, I’ve been using it when the pain becomes unbearable. Thankfully, it smells good. Can you imagine how akward it would be to go to a party smelling like Bengay? I’m pretty sure that would decrease my chances of having fun, and who goes to a party if they can’t have any fun?

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A Year in Retrospect

A Year in Retrospect

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I have learned many things over the past year, some of them are good and some of them not so good.I’ve learned that I’m a hell of a lot stronger than my ex, mother & even myself at times, gave me credit for being. I’ve learned that even though I felt like my heart was broken into a million pieces, it was possible to feel love again. Surprisingly, this heartbreak wasn’t over my marriage….My best friend and brother will have commited suicide a year ago, on the 22nd of this month.

His death is what left me broken, wondering if I could make it. I literally kept thinking to myself that I didn’t know how I was going to go on without him. When someone kills themself it makes you wonder what you missed, what you could’ve done differently, for things to have gone another way. It makes you question EVERYTHING!I’m not really sure how many days I went without sleep in the beginning, but I know I tried to read every Facebook message we’d written to one another. I don’t know why, but I felt like I’d find the answers in our conversations.I didn’t.

His death made me feel completely, and utterly vulnerable. It wasn’t that I didn’t already feel this way, I did but, I had gained more confidence in recent years. I’m not sure that there is anyone alive who doesn’t feel vulnerable at some point in their lives. I think it’s different when you grow up in an abusive household though; when a parent(s) is abusive towards you, it makes you question your worth and value. After all, if your own parents couldn’t love you, then how can anyone else? My friend had been the person to show me that there were people who still cared about & found value in my existence. We met when I was 16 & living in a shelter for teenagers,he was on leave and doing a little recruiting for the Navy, at his alma mater.

When he died, I was scared to feel again. I wasn’t just scared to feel love, I was scared to feel anything good. Eventually, I got to the point where I started to allow myself to feel good things. I was even able to stop taking any of the anxiety medicine that my doctor had given me, after his death. I didn’t know it at the time but, I was still scared to feel love. I entered into relationships where I couldn’t truly, expect to receive uconditional love. My partners were never able to offer a situation where I could be significant member in their lives. I guess looking back at, that’s how I wanted it to be. If they couldn’t offer me their love unconditionally, then I wouldn’t miss it when they didn’t give it to me.

I am in a poly relationship with an amazing man, my sissy (and his lifemate ) & his submissive. I love my sissy with all of my heart, in fact she became my sissy, before I was in an amorous relationship with any of them. I’ve not talked to my Papa’s submissive yet, but that is in the works. Honestly, I’m a little terrified….I know, I’m supposed to be happy that there are that many people who love him & I can honestly say that I am. I love my sissy, and when I’ve had problems she calls & helps me pull my head out of my ass…lol. I’m sure Papa’s submissive is an amazing woman, too. How can she not be, if she’s my sissy’s best friend?

Unfortunately, even though I logically know and understand all of these things, I am still scared. I know that I’m feeling this way, which is a major step for me; in the past, I’ve tried to push people away when I began to care for them too much. It was easier for them to leave if I pusshed them away, because then they weren’t abandoning or rejecting me. I talked to my Papa last night, and I told Him that I was scared. He told me that He & sissy love me, and I shouldn’t doubt the love T/they have for me. I guess it’s not exactly a matter of doubting their love, I know that my Papa & sissy, love me. In a way, I feel like that 11 year old girl, who just got beaten for the first time; I’m scared that something will change & I just won’t matter anymore. What happens when I’m not good enough, when I just don’t make the cut?

I’m scared because I’ve let myself love them, and start to depend on their love & friendship in my life. What happens if it goes away? Will I still be strong enough to make it, if they decide they no longer want me? Damn it, it would be nice to have my friend around to talk to and hug, hear his awful jokes, and see his awful memes. I guess I’m not really sure how to protect my heart, and allow love in at the same time. I also have another part of me, a very selfish side of me, that wants to find someone else to be with outside of T/them. I know it’s purely selfish, because I want someone who will be there to give me their time & their love. How can we all get equal time with Papa? It’s not that I’m not allowed to be in a relationship outside of the one I have with them; hell, they encourage me to go out & have fun, which as crazy as it sounds makes me feel even more insecure. If T/they love me, why do they want me to go be with other people??? I should have prefaced this piece by saying that I’m a poly virgin, lol….as in, this is my first truly poly relationship. I am learning something new, and feeling something different everyday.

I hope that this time next year, I am stronger. I hope that I’ve either gone back to school or I’m in the process of writing a book…creating a linguistic painting, so to speak. I hope that my MS is still not flaring up, and I’m only dealing with the leftover effects from past exacerbations & fibro. Most importantly, I hope like hell that I’m happy! I hope that I don’t push the people that I love away because I get too scared of caring about them. I also wouldn’t mind having a really awesome girlfriend, and scratching off some of my sexual bucket list items 😉

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For Dylan by Amelia Swan

Dylan

For Dylan

By Amelia Swan

 

Blurb: A happily married woman. Her bisexual husband’s ex-lover. What won’t they do…for Dylan?

Claire is determined to fulfill her husbands every desire, even encouraging him to sleep with other men. For years he doesn’t seem interested in taking her up on the offer. And then he accidentally discovers someone from his past.

Dylan is perfectly happy with Claire, the love of his life. He doesn’t feel the need to have another partner. Until he runs into Jay, an ex he thought he’d never see again. Now he craves something more. And what he wants will change their relationship forever.

Caught unaware when Dylan asks her to join them, Claire agrees. What she discovers along the way surprises them both…

Publisher’s Note: This title contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, male/male sexual situations,

ménage (m/m/f).

 My Review of Dylan-

This is a really quick read, it should only take the reader a few minutes. However, it is really well written and I think it does a really great job of examining the complexities of Poly relationships, even that of the “Threesome”. As side from that, It. Is.Hot!….Seriously, it is hot.  What are you waiting for? If you’ve ever had a threesome fantasy, or think two guys is kinda hot, please do yourself a favor & read this ;).

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Authors Bio:

Amelia Swan writes contemporary, erotic, and new adult romance. She’s interested in characters that are smart, sincere, and somewhat artistically inclined. All of her heroines are girls she could totally see herself being friends with.  Reader Email: Amelia@ameliaswan.com

https://www.ameliaswan.com/

https://twitter.com/byameliaswan

https://www.facebook.com/people/Amelia-Swan/100008365479767

 

 

June 20-July 4

 

 

The Wives by Anna Ellis

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  The Wives (#3, Husbands and Wives) by Anna Ellis Media Kit

Link back to the tour: http://fireandicebooktours.wordpress.com/2014/05/06/erotic-romance-tour-giveaway-the-wives-3-husbands-and-wives-by-anna-ellis-51914-61614/

Virtual Book Tour Dates:  5/19/14 – 6/16/14

Genres:  Erotic Romance

Series: Husbands and Wives

Direct Link to Book on Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20618617-the-wives?ac=1
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Blurb:
The Wives is the third book in the Husbands and Wives series

Mature content, intended for those 18+

Happily married couple Jacey and Dominic have finally gotten used to how their new group of neighbours share everything, including each other.  They never expected to become part of a swinging community, but their new extra-curricular activities have given their marriage an unexpected jolt of excitement.  As she becomes closer to the wives, Jacey is beginning to discover just how adventurous she can be.

And then there’s Joe…

Excerpt:
       This morning, I had a threesome.
It’s only been a few weeks since Dominic moved me kicking and screaming into the suburbs and onto Honeysuckle Court and already I’ve made friends – an unheard of phenomenon for me.  And not only have I made friends – I’ve fucked their husbands, too!
And then, this morning, I was invited over to Melissa’s for a little play time, because I just seem like that type of girl.
I don’t understand how I’ve ever given the impression I might be into something like that; the threesome scene.  Sure, there was once back in university where I made out with a girl but I had been really drunk and she had been really quick with her hands.  But I must have something about me that screams ‘adventurous’ and ‘willing to experiment’ because both Melissa and Mahak picked up on it, and thought it worth an invite.
Even though I hate to admit it, given the inconsistency of my relationship with Melissa – sometimes she annoys me; sometimes I let her go down on me – I thoroughly enjoyed myself this morning.  I enjoyed it so much I found myself agreeing to participate again at a later date.  This isn’t something for Tia’s.  It’s Mahak’s opinion we keep the little arrangement to ourselves, for whatever reason.
I’m fine with keeping it quiet, but I have to tell Dominic.
I wait until later that night, when the kids are asleep and we’re in bed.  And then I tell him everything that happened with Melissa and Mahak that morning.
“So, they just called you over?  You hadn’t…planned…this?” Dominic asks skeptically. 
“No.  I had no idea.  I didn’t even think I’d…that I might want…you know…”
“That you’d want a threesome with the two of them?” he finishes for me.  “But you did.”
“I guess.”  Having sex with Mahak or Colin during one of Tia’s parties is one thing.  Everyone does it, which makes it sound like I’m some sort of kid justifying playing hooky from school with his buddies, but it’s true.  Tia has key parties.  It’s how the neighbours describe the evenings where they enjoy each other’s company.  Dom enjoys Wendy and Melissa and Paige and Tia, and I enjoy Colin and Mahak.  And Jackson, only I haven’t had a chance to fully enjoy him yet.  I engaged in a little dry humping on his couch one night when we were over there for dinner, but that was it.
I should be feeling guilty about this.  I am feeling guilty, but I should have more guilt.  I cheated on Dominic.  But when you look at it, we’re both involved in an arrangement where we are intimate with other people, so have I really cheated?  Have I just took our arrangement to another level and somehow left him out?  I should be consumed with guilt, only I’m not.  And so I feel guilty because I don’t feel as guilty as I should.
“Has anything ever happened between you and Melissa before?” he asks.  I’m amazed; Dominic doesn’t seem angry, just curious.  And slightly amused.
“No!  Never!  But she asked Tia about me, remember?  And Mahak…”  Now that I have opened up the can of true confessions, I better finish it off.  “The other morning…I was out walking Frodo and I saw him leaving for work…”
“Mahak?  And?” Dom prompted.
“And we kind of fooled around in his car,” I say in a rush.

Buy Links:
Amazon   http://www.amazon.com/The-Wives-Husbands-Anna-Ellis-ebook/dp/B00HLWIHDW/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1398726140&sr=8-2&keywords=anna+Ellis
Smashwords  http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/401613

About the Author:
I’m a writer who noticed the sex scenes she was writing were getting a little steamier so I thought I’d give this erotica stuff a try.  But where to start?  My husband and I enjoy spending time with our neighbours over beer and wine on Friday nights and I got to thinking…what if we moved the party into the bedroom…?

I came up with a book about swinging, Making Friends.  Because I had so much fun letting the voices in my head loose on paper, I wanted Jacey to have more adventures.  I decided to continue the story about the folks on Honeysuckle Court and the Husband and Wives series was born.  The Wives is the third book and I hope you check out the first two books to see how it all began. 

When I’m not writing, I like playing the drums and other activities that get your blood pumping, like snowboarding and biking.  I also like movies with sexy super heroes and watching Survivor. Can you imagine erotica based on that reality show? Or maybe someone already has!
Author Links:
Blog http://annaellisauthor.wordpress.com/
Facebook  https://www.facebook.com/AnnaEllisauthor

Giveaway:
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Keeping the love alive
Thanks for having me on your blog and I hope you enjoyed The Wives!!
My Husband and Wives series is about swinging, a lifestyle choice that is a lot more common than I first thought.  I took the idea of the 70s key party as the basis for my books ; where a group of neighbours get together and the host of the party – in my books, it’s my queen of kink, Tia – draws out a set of keys to find out who each guest gets to enjoy for the evening.   I’ve always been intrigued by the idea but have to admit, I thought it might be a bit far-fetched for today’s world.  After all, we have a group of close neighbours we like to get together with, but I expect the majority of them would not be up for a swapping!
You never know, though.  Might be worth a conversation.
But then…then I realized how naïve I was!  I started doing some reading and research for the books and what do you know?  There are lots of people out there who subscribe to the swinging lifestyle.  There are swinger clubs and parties and a thriving on-line community.  This isn’t just a fantasy for some people – it’s their reality and I for one, say good for you!
In my book, Jacey and Dominic believe their marriage is exciting enough, but both are curious enough about the lifestyle to give it a try.  What would be the harm of bringing something new into the marriage, as long as both are consenting adults and understand the rules and ramifications? 
Marriages are ever-changing and bringing in new and exciting elements can be important to keeping the spark alive.   Too many couples let things run dormant until it’s too late.  I think it’s important to have fantasies and to share them with each other.  I’m not proposing everyone should start up a swinging party with their friends and neighbours, but I hope everyone has the courage to have an open dialogue and an open mind with your partner. How do they know what you want unless you tell them?   It doesn’t have to be a big change or anything scary you bring into the bedroom.  It could be as simple as reading a copy of The Wives aloud to each other at night!
Happy Reading!  xo
Anna

Disabled Not Dead…Did I Mention I’m Kinky

Disabled Not Dead…Did I Mention I’m Kinky

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Ugh….part of Multiple Sclerosis that is par for the course, is to sometimes have an electrical pulsing like sensation. When your clitoris is the body part that’s buzzing & pulsing it’s torture, it can cause my body to feel like it’s on the edge of an orgasm until it decides it’s had enough.
Do Y/you have any unwanted symptoms, or questions about adaptations, but have been afraid to ask? Look no further, I understand what you’re going through…

Hi A/all,
My name is Kami (I have Multiple Sclerosis) and I run a blog that deals with Disability, Sexuality & Kink. I am trying to provide a space to access information on resources, adaptations that can be made (to toys, with positions, and even to maintain Y/your role in a D/s relationships), and reviews of Erotica & toys. I also want to provide a question & answer section, so that those with & without disabilities will be able to navigate the adaptations that are required to make this type of relationship work.
I NEED Y/YOUR HELP:

*PLEASE, share any questions about Disability, Sexuality & Kink that Y/you might have, this goes for questions about both the physical & emotional sides of these things. Please email me your questions. When writing & answering Y/your questions, I will use a made up name & location.   My email is: blhippiechickreviews@gmail.com

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The Struggle

At times, it is still a struggle to believe how truly lucky I am. I have had a friend for a year, He is a Dom, but He has always been a friend. When I had attempted to find a Dom in the past, He has always let me discuss things with Him. He was always patient & understanding with me. Then earlier this year, I met His amazing Princess! I felt like I finally had a sister; we have laughed together, checked on one another & provided a safe place where we can be our normal “little” selves.
Recently, I had a Dom who had some complicated baggage that came with Him. Papa talked to Him, and then let me know what He thought. He had many of the concerns that I had about the situation. When sissy found out some of the stuff the Dom tried to pull, well…..saying she was not happy is a huge understatement.
I ended things with the perspective Dom. I was not in the mood to become anyone’s hidden lover. Not. Gonna. Happen!!! However, something amazing was about to happen. Papa & sissy asked me to be in a relationship with them. Seriously, I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.
Somehow, I had found two people who truly love me. They love me for who I am, who I’m not & for who I think I might like to be someday. I haven’t had any dreams for a very long-time. I had allowed my self-esteem to be widdled away to nothing. It didn’t matter that my ex wasn’t telling me I’d never find anyone who would want to deal with my Multiple Sclerosis; I began to tell it to myself, somewhere a long the way.
I had gotten to the point where I wasn’t even living life, I was just existing. I had no goals or dreams to strive to achieve.  Luckily, something definitely changed along the way. I allowed myself to feel the love that my Papa & sissy have for me. I have started to believe in myself a again. I have begun to have goals & dreams that I’d like to achieve.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not been miraculously healed. I still have balance issues and require some type of assistance when walking. I still can’t accurately distinguish the temperature of a lot of things, and there are times when my legs feel like they’re on fire, or I require an ice pack to make the pain in my left arm tolerable. Even though I feel totally loved, I still struggle with the little girl inside of me that worries she’ll never be good enough, or that eventually my Multiple Sclerosis will become an issue. I still struggle to understand how Papa & sissy can love me…but for now, I am going to enjoy it ;). Papa, I think I need a spank or two *giggles*

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