Do I have a problem. This blog has been compromised by family. (Yes, Jules - my sweet? Scott, Sarah? It goes without saying... ) So Darlings, would you please just understand this is rather trite conversations I have with myself and the keyboard and maybe those few darling people who email me directly asking why the fuck aren't updates posting now now now. Not for family gossip or distribution in the annual Christmas Letter . Under this situation, one can't really ponder blog-wise about the current location of one's BDSM gear freely when Mum is reading. Because she will ask what sport BDSM is and what kind of equipment one would need. Over Christmas dinner. While we aspirate our squash soup . We should mention that the extended family (Mix, Ben , Ty etc.) are always welcome. Actually this is exactly the intended audience when I am just not making shit up to just unkink my knuckles. You perpetuate my self-involved mythology of being more fascinating than I really am and f...