NEW Excalibur Rental Rates MAINLAND

So hey guys and dolls. It’s just me, and I wanted to let you ALL know about something HUGE! Excalibur Rentals has NEW RENTAL RATES! If you haven’t already heard Linden Labs updated the prims on mainland. You now get MORE PRIMS for your money. Awesome stuff right? So now there are new rates, and actually better rates over at Excalibur!! It honestly works out for everyone involved. At Excalibur you are WAY MORE than a means of lindens. You are family, and they care about you. Fenris Ash and her staff will take care of you beautifully and treat you with respect at all times. Which I mean, can most places say that? They will work with you to find the best avaliable for YOUR situation. So what are these rates you ask??

 

Well if you are looking for a starter parcel of land, about 175 prims worth, which is enough for a little house and a spot to call your own then you’ll be looking at L$123 per week. That is a freaking STEAL. You’re getting more prims for your L$ now that the mainland has increased it’s prims. For those of you that want a little more space, about 500 to 600 prims you’re going to be paying L$325 each week. Then of course if you’re like I am, and you’re a breeder you’re going to need a LOT more space. I currently have 1983 prims on my parcel and each week I pay L$1389 a week. I have WATER FRONT property. Don’t worry there are pics to follow *giggles*. So that’s the basics, and of course for those of you that want an idea of what you’ll pay mainland wise with Excalibur Rentals, and I have failed to give you an example, the following is a current list of rates per prim.

.65 regular non water mainland
.70 water front mainland
.70 adult mainland
.75 adult water mainland

Now remember we are talking JUST mainland in this post. Excalibur still offers Estate Land for your needs as well. It’s just that this post is about the new mainland pricing. For Estate Pricing get with Fenris Ash about some prices and see what she might have to help you. As always if you get with an agent from Excalibur Rentals remember to tell them that Snow Alchemi sent ya!!

Excalibur Rentals Office

Excalibur Rental office {pictured above}. Excalibur Rentals offers beautiful land for all your needs.

They will always treat you like family and never do you wrong. THE BEST rental agency in SecondLife.

Snow Alchemi and Krys’ floating castle and breedables ranch {pictured below}. Still a work in progress, windlight of

first photo is CB Rogue 3, second photo windlight is FSOriginal.

Snow and Krys' Floating Castle

 

Snow and Krys' Floating Castle

Extra Measures sexually and scene

Hey guys and dolls! So I was talking to a friend the other night and we got onto the topic of cancer. Both this friend and I are currently dealing with and fighting the good fight. She happens to be a 6 time survivor, and seriously I am in awe of this lady right here. She’s given me some great tips, awesome advice, and she’s been willing to deal with all my crazy. So why am I writing this right? I promise there’s a point, but well credit where credit is due… and all that jazz. *jazz hands*

 

Ok so seriously while talking about lifestyle stuff (BDSM) and cancer stuff, and my new boyfriend we were talking about being safe. So in our lifestyle safety is a HUGE DEAL right? We all know how big a deal it is to stay safe, how much we need to have knowledge on our side, and about our vet checks on the regular. Having cancer you have a compromised immune system, and that makes safety even MORE of an issue for anyone in the lifestyle. So why not just give it up? Give up the lifestyle until it’s a “safer” time for me right? WRONG! That would be like giving up the air that keeps me alive, the conversation that keeps me sane, and the fire of happiness in my soul. It is not an option, at least not for me. So that means I have to be even MORE safe than I was before… if that is even possible; is that possible? I know that before all of this I never gave it a thought that maybe those with compromised systems had more to worry about, about how much they might go through, and how dangerous some things are to them. Well… now I know and it’s really interesting.

 

What can I do? I still get my vet checks. I get LOTS of vet checks thanks to a compromised immune system. If something happens to be wrong, I’m going to find out a LOT sooner than I probably would have before. Before I got sick I would get a vet check once, sometimes twice a year. There goes that overly safe thing of mine again *giggles*. I made sure that I was using condoms, taking care of my body both inside and out. I also made sure any partner I had was doing the same. I kept up conversations with my partners, ongoing conversations, about safety and how to stay safe and what our plans were. There was no stone left unturned on the topic at hand; not then, and certainly not now. THIS IS NOT JUST ABOUT SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS THOUGH! Scenes have to be very carefully planned; there sometimes have to be special things done or extra breaks. There need to be extra safety measures in many kinds of different play when you have a compromised immune system. Like when you’re doing some flogging, you have to be extra careful about the skin and not breaking it. You have to do extra care after the scene, added after care.

 

So in all honesty I started to write this and then got called away from writing, and now that I’m back I don’t remember where I was going with this, but I feel it’s good thus far. So I guess this is a decent enough post. Perhaps there will be more to follow at a later time on the topic.

Kisses and spanks!

Kink University

So in September I decided to go to Kink U or Kink University. Basically it the Titans of the Midwest hosting regional full day educational events, and then after there’s a play party. You pick 4 classes in time slots, and then you go to the classes, and learn a ton of awesome kinky stuff before the play party. There are demos in the classes, a couple of vendors, and a shit ton of educational and awesome memories.

 

Here’s the line up of classes!

11-12:30
PrEP
Pressure Points
Rope Play for Everyone

12:45 – 2:00
Caning & Figging
Male Sounding Play
Body Positivity through Erotic dance/stripping

3:00 – 4:15
Single Tail
Erotic Biting
E-Stim

4:30 – 5:45
Animal Play
Rough Body Play
Rope Plus

 

I believe that Dozor, one of the presenters ended up naked in almost all of the classes, minus the animal play class. Good thing too because in our class we could HEAR the Rough Body Play class, and I think everyone was getting turned on. *giggles* So what classes did I take? Well of course Rope Play for everyone, body positivity through erotic dance/stripping, erotic biting, and animal play. All in all I learned a TON of things, and came away with some awesome ideas for scenes later. *evil grin* But it was the whole experience that I loved the most honestly. I got to connect with my community and that is the best feeling of them all. I have some interesting ideas for an erotic biting scene and I really want a pup now all of my own. Even more so than before. I think the inner little wants one super bad too *giggles* I just figured I would share though since well I haven’t blogged anything kinky in a while.

Struggles of Females with High Sex Drives

So they say there are 10 struggles to being a woman with a high sex drive…

1. We have trouble finding a partner who can keep up.
2. We always have to initiate.
3. Our partners get lazy.
4. We get rejected.
5. We can’t always get what we want.
6. If we want something done, we have to do it ourselves.
7. We’re always the Samantha Jones of our friend group.
8. Society tries to shame us.
9. Men are confused by us.
10. We’re turned on by everything.

This is just a list right? So they say, but that really isn’t the deal. Normal people and nillas think that females with a high sex drive are myth, that we don’t exist, and honestly THAT alone sucks. It also sucks that you think because we have a high sex drive that we don’t get turned down, that we’re always satisfied, and that we’re just getting it like constantly. The truth of the matter is, unless you find someone that’s on par with your appetite you’re doing it yourself a lot, and you’re not always 100% happy in the sex department. It SUCKS! Seriously.

Excalibur Excellence – Renting Made Easy

So I wanted to take a minute to tell you all about this awesome rental agency within Second Life. Excalibur Rentals is simply put, amazing. You haven’t heard about Excalibur Rentals? Have you been living under a virtual rock?! Let me tell you about these guys okay?

 

Excalibur Rentals has been in business for over a decade. Literally in Second Life, in business for over a decade. Remember guys, a decade is 10 years. So of course they have to be pretty awesome to last so long right? They halso have top notch customer service, and no I’m not just saying that because I really liked my experience, but I’ll get to that here shortly. Their CSR Staff simply put are amazing, from the owners and managers all the way down to the agents. Of course while these are great, it means nothing without the land right? The land is GORGEOUS! Simply amazing, and super pretty, no matter the type of land you want or need.

 

Excalibur offers both Mainland AND Estates at a very reasonable and affordable price. With Excalibur Mainland is currently being rented at L$.95 per prim, and waterfront Mainland is being rented at L$1 per prim. Can you really beat that? Estates are currently renting for L$1.28 per prim. Again, this is an awesome deal for any person on the grid looking for a new place to call home.

 

So now, I told you earlier the talk on CSR wasn’t just because I really enjoyed my experience right? Well that is completely the truth of the matter. A friend of mine told me about Excalibur Rentals when I was looking for a new place to put a club. Of course being a new business I didn’t want to pay loads and loads of tier each week, especially when it takes a while to build a network and get your name out there. So I checked in with Excalibur to see what they may or may not be able to offer. I was very quickly greeted by an agent, and asked about requirements I might have for my land needs. Talk about a fast reply right? I no more than said I had a question and my inbox was pinged by the agent. She took the time to inquire about needs and wants and then had two options to show me, so of course I took that teleport to check it out. Now this was my first experience with them as a renter, or potential renter, and frankly I hated it. Yes, I realize how that sounds, but bear with me. The agent, I suspect was new, and wasn’t completely at ease she had to have me hold a lot and ask her boss for help {which I do not rant about, because we’re never going to learn if we don’t ask for help when we need it}, but the real reason I was unsatisfied was I was given incorrect information. I went home quite bummed out, but the agent did tell me she would keep looking and get back to me. So a couple of days later I asked again for an agent or manager. I got a different agent, and he showed me three places that would fit the bill for what I needed. Now, at this point I was looking for not only club land, but new land for my home and horses so I was literally shown THREE OPTIONS for each one. Then and there I found land for each thing I needed. The estate land, for the club, was going to need to be terraformed. Now, I have NEVER done this, but the agent was SUPER nice and did it FOR ME! I do so looooooove when people help me out, and this was a life saver. Also, not really part of his job! I also found out that the issues I’d had the first time were mixed up information that turned out to be wrong, and this second agent said so many times that he was sorry for the bad experience with the first agent. Super sweet right?

 

Another experience I’ve recently had with Excalibur Rentals comes through a very dear friend of mine. She decided it was time for a new house, and completely fell in love all over again with something in her inventory. However, it was a tad bigger than the current parcel she was on. So she shot a message to the staff asking for help. Not only did the general manger come over, she suggested a TON of options, one of which included moving to another parcel. My friend was shown two options to check out at her leisure AND told to rez the house she wanted to use to make sure it would be a big enough parcel. How’s THAT for making sure the customer is happy?

 

So needless to say my other half and I  are now with Excalibur Rentals as a renter, and completely happy.  The rental agent that got us into being renters lives on the estate sim, and quite often asks how we’re doing and how soon the club will be open. He has never stopped being helpful either. Which honestly I really like, makes me feel super valued, which really is what we ALL want in a rental company. We don’t want to feel like just another linden resource, but feel human and with Excalibur Rentals that is exactly what we have gotten. So if you are looking for land, or just want to REALLY move now that you’ve read this. Hop on over to the rental office of Excalibur Rentals. You will NOT be sorry. Excalibur Rentals – Office

A Holiday Fare

I had gone to Iceland on holiday and met up with some friends I hadn’t seen in ages. They suggested a club called the ScandiClub, a hub of Norse creation and experience. Of course I was up for anything, though soon got tangled away from my friends. I ended up quite drunk from far too many horns of mead so decided to call a cab back to my hotel.

 

I made my call, a place suggested by the barkeep, and then made my way outside. The cool night air clung to my body. I pulled my arms around me, cursing myself that I hadn’t thought to bring a jacket. My skirt hung low on my hips, split up the sides in true Viking fashion while my top was barely covered by material with jeweled accents. My hair was done up in braids of a shield maiden, that came around my face perfect accented with the makeup choice I had made for the night. As I waited on the taxi the air reminded me of my clothing choice, and I could not wait to get back into my hotel room to strip out of the little clothing I had on.  I started to wobble, my breasts jiggling in the top just as the taxi pulled up to greet me.

 

“You call for a taxi love?” The driver smiled out at me. I nodded and as quickly as possible when one is drunk got into the car shivering from head to toe. “A bit cold out for that choice in look” he smiled at me through the mirror.

“Yes, I didn’t exactly think that one through did I?” I laughed a bit more lightly than normal. “Fair-wick Hotel please.”

“Ah yes, no problem,” he nodded a bit, I think perhaps to himself and off we went.

 

I leaned back closing my eyes and lost track of time, too many drinks and not enough energy left me feeling quite drained, though before I knew it the taxi had stopped and there was a hand on my knee. I jerked awake looking at the cabbie. “Sorry love I didn’t mean to startle” he smiled again “we’re here though, it’ll be 12,270 Krona.”

Even in my drunken state I realized this taxi was costing me a little over 100 dollars and I spat at him “are you fucking kidding me? 12,270 fucking krona? You’ve lost your fucking mind!” I started to reach for the door and heard the locks.

“It’s that or I call the police.” The look in his eyes told me he was dead serious and I started to worry. On holiday, no idea who I could call or how to get out of the situation I started to panic. I couldn’t rightly end up in a police station in a country that wasn’t my own. “I only have 12000 krona” I lied, but he wouldn’t budge on the fare. “Unless….” His eyes narrowed and he turned in the seat. “Unless, you’d like to make a deal love?” He left the question hanging in the air.

“A deal, what kind of a deal would that be?” I glared at him a bit between the mead and the frustration of the whole situation I was more than annoyed and not at all in the mood for games or bullshit.

“A simple blow job Love. You suck me off, and I’ll let you out of the car and you’ll keep your 12000 krona. What do you say?”

I sighed knowing I couldn’t call anyone, and really thinking the fare was bullshit. Just another person trying to take advantage of a tourist, though for some reason or another I agreed. “Just a blow job.”

 

He jumped into the back and grinned pulling out his cock, it was one of the bigger I’d seen, probably 10 inches or so. I guess it wouldn’t be too bad, but then he flexed and I noticed the girth of his monster. Thankfully I was drunk so it wouldn’t be too horrible.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and licked the head as I stroked his length, he sneered at me but a deal was a deal and I knew better than to get out of it by only licking and stroking him. I opened my mouth and slowly started to slip him into my mouth. I stretched my jaw to its max and started to suck him as he fished my tits from my top and I felt it go slack around my waist. One of his hands went to my nipples while the other tangled up in my hair pulling me onto his cock more. His cock inched further into my mouth, teasing at the back of my throat before he started to fuck my face. My jaw already ached and I think he sensed this as he grinned “fuck love that’s good, but how about a break for your mouth?” I arched my brow looking at him “let me have some pussy…” he pushed me back and pulled my skirt up, his mouth attaching to my cunt. My back arched pushing my cunt into his mouth, it felt so fucking good and he knew what he was doing as he teased my asshole with his fingers. Before I knew it he was rimming my asshole, his fingers buried in my snatch. I moaned feeling my juices slick his fingers while his tongue worked my ass, there was no holding back at the pleasure I was feeling. I felt his mouth and fingers leave me and my bottom lip came out making him grin, “Don’t worry love, I have something better for you”. He moved up my body, his Viking beard tickling my skin, his mouth latched onto my left nipple, sucking it in hard and nibbling on it as his cock plunged into my cunt full force. I cried out, my pussy clamping down on him in a mini orgasm, which he delighted in giving a grunt of approval around my nipple.

He pumped into my cunt, slowly at first then picking up pace. I was thrusting back against him as his cock assaulted my cunt and his mouth assaulted my tits. His fingers dug into my sides causing both pain and pleasure, making my body shake under his while I pleaded with him not to stop. I pulled at his hair, my nails dug into his back; I’m sure leaving marks to remind him of the fare. I started to cum, my cunt walls milking his cock “oh fuck yes, don’t fucking stop!” I growled into the space of the car, fueling him on in his ministrations. He fucked me harder then pulled out, pulling me where he wanted me. I ended up on my hands and knees and felt him teasing at my cunt again, my honey dripping down onto the head of his cock “don’t tease me you fucking prick” I grinned back at him, though I was in for a surprise.

I felt his cock move and push into my ass. Instinctively I pulled away, or at least tried, but his hands hooked at my hips and pulled me back onto him, impaling me on his hard fat cock. I cried out, whimpering, begging him to stop, but he was not having that. “Shh don’t worry Love, you’ll love it… I’ll be gentle at first.” He started to pull out of my asshole, his fingers finding my clit under me. He sawed into my ass, his fingers pinching pulling and circling on my clit. I started to mew softly as it started to feel so much better. Before I knew it I was pushing back against him begging him to fill my asshole. He fucked my ass for what seemed like forever, and then pushed me down into the seat. He brutally assaulted my asshole, growling into my ear. I felt his cock swell and his teeth come down on my shoulder. He bit into my flesh, the pain busting behind my eyes sending out a flash of white, my body tightening up as I came harder than I had the entire experience. His balls raced cum into my asshole, filling me to my max “oh fuck yes! Fill my asshole you fucking bastard” I screamed out making small circles up against his hips trying to push him deeper into my ass. He chuckled around my bunched up flesh in his mouth and released his bite. The air stung against the marks I knew he must have left as I felt something very cool against my skin he licked at it and I figured it was either blood or saliva. “You like that don’t you Love? Just a fucking slut for a nice big cock” he grinned with his words. “Get yourself straightened up “, he pulled out of my asshole and I moaned again feeling both full and empty, his cum leaking out of my now gaping asshole. I felt my asshole start to go back to normal and sat up fixing my top and adjusting my tits.

 

“Do you do that often?” I smiled at him.

“Only when someone can’t pay and she’s a hot piece like you. Now out with you Love.”

I smiled back at him as the locks to the doors made a click. I reached for the door and got out as quickly as I could, the night air a welcomed feeling as I’d grown quite hot from my rides back to my temporary home. I smoothed my air and went into the Fair-wick and up to my room. I never will forget that ride home and I can’t wait for my next holiday.

Done Masquerading

So you know it’s bad when I listen to Lordi. It’s my go to pissed off music, and while I’ve been pissed in the past, I haven’t listened to Lordi in a few years. Meaning? It means I haven’t been so pissed off I’m ready to rip someone’s heart out and crush it in front of them in a long time. But here we are aren’t we?

It takes a whole hell of a lot to piss me off to the point I’m done, for those of you that don’t know. It takes a lot for me to just be completely over it, done, and basically delete you from every inch of my life and my mind. Though there have been a few that have made the list for various reasons. I end up being in this really dark space when I get to this point, and I can become someone completely different…. which is basically what is happening now.

When you break my trust, and you cross the line I am completely done with you. You can’t tell me what to do, and you won’t change it. I do NOT share, and the fact that SOME PEOPLE think that they have the right to do the shit they have done is fucking bullshit. You are NOTHING to me. I don’t give a shit what you want, or what you think. I am done. There will not be a cool off and talk to you. There isn’t going to be a oh well I’ll message you. You’ll be waiting for a day that I start to believe in hell actually existing.

 

“It Snows In Hell” – Lordi

You did the trick
I didn’t see it coming
I did not hear a sound

Though you were quick
I will not be forgiving

You won’t be waiting for my return
I promise baby – You’ll burn

Now it snows in hell
This is the day foretold till death do us apart
Now it snows in hell
I’ve gone away but I’ve got you in my heart
All frozen and scarred

Your life goes on
And it’s infuriating
How did you not get caught

Your deed will spawn
A fate beyond your making

You won’t be waiting for my return
I promise baby – You’ll burn

Now it snows in hell – We’re done masquerading
This is the day foretold till death do us apart
Now it snows in hell – No you won’t be waiting
I’ve gone away but I’ve got you in my heart
All frozen and scarred

You shouldn’t visit me at my grave
My hands will grab you through the dirt
I giveth – I taketh away
Witness my rebirth from the devils churn

Hell – We’re done masquerading
This is the day foretold till death do us apart
Now it snows in hell – No you won’t be waiting
I’ve gone away but I’ve got you in my heart
All frozen and scarred

Hell – We’re done masquerading
This is the day foretold till death do us apart
Now it snows in hell – No you won’t be waiting
I’ve gone away but I’ve got you in my heart
All frozen and scarred

The 92 Year Old and the Horse

so I’m at the health care center talking to my grandma and a family friend that just turned 92. Here’s the conversation that followed…

Friend: Got that leg
Grandmother: Who’s legs are you playing with?
F: The horse’s!
G: Can’t you find anything better than a horse?!?
F: I tell you what I FINALLY GOT THAT DAMN SUCKER IN!

Of course my pervy mind goes straight to naughty beastality stuff and I about DIED LAUGHING. 92 year old frail woman talking about a horse and finally getting it in! I can’t make this shit up…. I seriously about lost my shit with that conversation

Thoughts on My Past

I sit here looking at the world and humanity and I’m not sure if I cry happy or sad tears. Humanity has always been filled with hate, and it seems that fact will not change any time soon. It saddens me to admit that. It makes my heart very heavy and sad, and makes me wonder if it will ever truly get better. I have never been a fan of labels and labeling ourselves to better fit into a box. However, I wear so many labels it seems, at least to the outside world, that I wonder if I could ever get away from them. My LABEL is Snow. I AM Snow. Nothing more, and nothing less; I am Snow.

 

I happen to be a part of the LGBTQ Community. I am a pansexual woman. What does that mean; to be pansexual? Pansexual: not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity. I am attracted to a person, to a human, to the connection and THAT is what turns me on. Have I always been pansexual? I guess probably so, though I did not always realize it. When I first “came out” I said I was bisexual. I liked both men and women, but there are so many other humans that do not always fall into that category or just male or female.

 

I remember coming out almost too clearly. I was terrified I would lose every single person close to me. I was afraid I would lose my mother, my grandmother, and aunts, uncles, cousins, and anyone else. Do you know what happened? Some of those people I DID lose, but those that TRULY LOVE ME stayed by my side, and are still by my side supporting me. I remember telling my mother that if it bothered her I was attracted to females as well as males, and any other gender “type” that she was not WORTH my love. I think I truly shocked her with that statement. My mother said something to me that I will never forget. She told me that when I was born she held me in her arms and promised to always love, protect, respect, and guide me. That she would NEVER leave my side, and always be there. True to form, she always has been. My mother doesn’t care if I’m with a man, with a woman, with an asexual or a transgender or if I’m with a damn alien. She cares that I AM HAPPY and well-loved and well taken care of. THAT is what matters to my mother. That HER DAUGHTER is cared for, loved, and adored in the relationship that she is in. I have other family that feels that exact same way. I also have family members that think I’m disgusting, that I’m an abomination, and that I will be in hell if I don’t “save my soul”. Does it hurt me or bother me? Yes, it really does… but it doesn’t for the reasons you might think. When someone that shares the same blood with me, that “love” that we are supposed to have looks at me and tells me I’ll go to hell, that I’m a sick person for not being straight I hurt and I’m very bothered. It bothers me because they are so close minded that they are missing out on life. It hurts that they think everyone should fit into this neat little box and be a carbon copy of every single other person in the world. THAT is what hurts; that they are so closed up they can’t just allow someone else to have joy and happiness. Hell maybe they aren’t even really happy, so that’s why others shouldn’t be happy.

 

Even after coming out I spent so many moments terrified, though it wasn’t at first. No at first I lived my life and I didn’t care one way or another if anyone knew because I was OUT and I would NEVER be pushed back into that box, into that closet, where I would have to hide my true self. Then someone I thought was a friend thought he could “cure” me. He thought he could “fix” me, and make me straight. We were hanging out and having fun, of course we made out a little. Then he tried to push it further. I said no. He didn’t accept that, he forced me down against the couch, and while trying to fight him off of me we fell onto the cold tiles of the floor. He ripped my clothes to get at the things he wanted. He violated me in every single way he could. I remember he kept saying you know you like it, you like men too, you love this cock, I’ll fix you and then you’ll only want men. You won’t have to be perverted and disgusting and fuck girls too. I kept fighting him, kept trying to get away, and cried the entire time. He eventually left me there, curled up on the tile floor, clutching at any part of my ripped clothing I could get. I don’t know how long I was there until another friend found me. I remember thinking if sexuality worked that way, I’d never touch another male in my life, but I knew even then, deep down, that it doesn’t work that way. Yes one man raped me, but that didn’t make all men bad.

 

I continued on with my life. Still refusing to hide who I am, what I am, and while I have amazing memories I have some that are dark. Like being raped, and hurt, left broken and alone. I remember going out with a group of friends, friends that didn’t exactly question or know my sexuality. I remember all of us having this amazing day out hiking and taking in all the beauty around us. While in a cavern, a girl I had met up with while there had advanced. We started to make out and things got hot and heavy. We were young, and the passion overtook us. Of course we didn’t go too far being in public, but one of my ‘friends’ saw me making out with her before she left to go on her own way. I remember being cornered in that cavern, those people around me I thought were friends, spitting on me, telling me I was trash, and beating the hell out of me. I remember later picking leaves and dirt out of my hair, I remember taking little pieces of rock and dirt out of my skin.

 

I still continued on with my life. Though each and every time I was hurt, that violence was projected toward me, I grew a little more terrified. I thought so many times that perhaps I was safer in the box, to go back into the closet, say I’d been cured and start to hide who I was all over again. But… I am Snow. I am too pigheaded for my own good, and too blunt to be stopped. I could have run and hidden in the box again, away from society and the world, but life is too short. Too short to hide, too short to not take full advantage of enjoying each moment I am given in this world.

 

Then there are major attacks on the LGBTQ community, major attacks of hate and violence, and those attacks make me shiver in terror again. Will I hide again? NO. I will never again hide who I am, but I have grown cautious about every single thing around me. I am aware of where I am, who I am with, and I put every single thing in prospective to keep myself safe. That isn’t always enough though, and I understand that. Hate is all around us unfortunately, but it is up to us to stand against it; to be pigheaded and say NO MORE.  Hate is through every single thing not just sexuality. It is against religion, sexuality, the color of our skin, the color of our hair, our lifestyles, our eating habits, the cars we drive or don’t drive. People HATE what they don’t understand and that is where it needs to just stop. So WHAT if you don’t understand, just move the hell along. It doesn’t hurt you; it has nothing to DO WITH YOU. Just… just let it go.

 

The saddest part of it all though is that I personally didn’t come out only once. I had to again and again when it came to my sexuality, my religion, and my lifestyle choices. Each time weeding out those I thought cared, to make room for those that truly deserve to be in my life.

Watching Your Step

So recently I got some new high heels. Now, I haven’t worn heels since forever as I’m almost six foot tall. However, I broke down and got some “girly” shoes, and where I thought I had ordered a two or three inch heel, I ended up getting a five inch heel. Now, again I am almost six foot tall when I’m barefoot so sure we’ll add 5 inches on that too. Oh I knew this was going to be fun… but they are actually really cute, and I’ve gotten super used to wearing them, walking around in them, learning to drive in them, and things as simple as sitting and then getting back up in them. That and driving has proven to be the task that’s not so easy. Where am I going with all this? Read on…

 

A friend of mine has a fetish for heels. He doesn’t like feet, just appreciates a great pair of heels. So he came over to see about fixing something on my car and I of course wore them to tease the ever loving hell out of him. He was a great sport about it, and before too long we ended up in my bed, naked save for the heels and my stockings. I have never had sex in heels before, and OH MY GOD! I am always pretty sure of where my body parts are when I’m sexing it up, as I feel everyone should be conscious about their surroundings and where they are in them. I also have the habit of using my foot against the wall at times…. can you see where this is going?

 

So we are going at it like fucking crazy, and I use my foot for leverage as we’re fucking…. great, until I realize that I’ve just put a deep ass huge scratch in the wall. Paint and plaster are now missing. I don’t miss a beat though and we keep going. Ok, great… but then when we’re moving around and switching it up I’m SUPER paranoid and worried I’m going to like bash his nose in with these fucking huge ass heels!

 

Later I actually thought about how you put booties on dogs and they’re like super fucked up and don’t know what to do. Yeah it’s a bit like that… so lesson in all this? Watch your step when you’re wearing heels and fucking…. specially huge ass fucking heels, cus you don’t want to hit the person you’re fucking in the face with a heel… unless that’s your thing!

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