_Happy Wednesday, Thirstosaurs!

Welcome to word wednesdays, because that makes sense in my brain right now. I have been so busy with the tour and the book (all thanks to your support over the years). With all that some people have expressed their frustration at the lack of education content, so I thought maybe we could do something like word wednesdays where I just focus on talking about that education piece.

Until I get some thoughts into words, I'll be congregating the various things I have written across the internet, so you can have it in one specific space, and I'll start labeling it 'word wednesdays' so you have an easy place to refer back to it when you need.

This is a section of a piece called 'Confessions of a Burnt Out Submissive Brat with a Praise Kink' _

As I learned more about ADHD, the pieces started clicking into place. Of course my fantasy was a person whose role functioned as external executive function. Of course I wanted someone who would hand me food and tell me to eat, I constantly lost track of time. Of course I wanted someone who would tell me to do things, I struggled with every part of a task: starting, finishing, doing the steps in the right order. I wanted someone to inflict pain and pleasure as part of it because it f*rced me inside my body. My sensory and emotional processing make it really difficult to know what I’m feeling, and physical stimulus, especially deep, thuddy pressure, was the best way to explore it. I needed someone who could somehow understand how vast the infinite void of Choice can be and just….simply…choose.