Greetings from ghosts of denizens’ past.
If you’re reading this, you’ve either managed to stumble in or been given a set of keys to the Kingdom. Either way, you’re probably going to want to read the rest of the ramblings within at least once before you begin – or continue – exploring the depths of my home away from home.
If you want to dive into reading head first, see my other pinned post, Navigating the Realm. If you’re looking for a who’s who, keep on reading.
I suppose, since this is ‘my’ place, I should introduce myself. I’ve been known by many, many names over the 25+ years I’ve been online. (I was doing this way before it was cool.) I may get into covering those one day but, around here, I’m most commonly known as dara or fe – with maybe a splash of libertine addictions.
I am so many things. I am a mother. I am both a hermit and a social butterfly. I am subservient with TPE tendencies. I am an empath and a healer. I am an artist, a nerd, and a budding geek. I am a masochist, a bit of a brat and more than a bit of a slut. I have a touch of ADD, I’m flighty, and I can be rather forgetful. I’m also a Gemini with depressive/bi-polar ‘disorders.’ That keeps things interesting.
On and off, over the last 15 years or so, this place – in all its forms – has been an outlet, a sounding board, and a recording of all the significant, extraextra personal events and happenings in my life. It is, for better or worse, my digital dairy – only way cooler. It is a good chunk of the story that is me.
As it stands, there are about 420 posts, snippets of my life and thoughts, available for ‘public’ consumption. Most all of them revolve around my interactions with a very, very select group of muses (and the lessons they teach me) and they deserve some introductions. I hope I can keep this brief!
In order of (literal) appearance:
- Xavior. My guardian angel who’s anything but angelic. Without him, I wouldn’t be ‘here.’ He saw that I was drowning, brought me back home, and gave me most all the kicks in the ass I needed to heal and grow. He’s been in my life for 25+ years and spent a solid decade of that time watching over me, guiding me, and nurturing all the pieces of me that I recovered – and those I found along the way.
- Papi. The other OG, gold-status presence in my life – the supreme Ruler if you will. I actually met him and Xavior about the same time. Ours is a bittersweet tale of love, ownership, and not being able to escape each other. Until recently. Maybe? He was – is? – the driving force behind a lot I have been doing with my life, directly or not, personally, spiritually, and professionally. Were it not for him, none of this would be possible.
- Ataame. The ex/hubby, father of my first-born, Priss. It was literally love at first sight – for me at least. We had a fun few years of my crushing on him – hard – then he spent a few more loving me through the hardest, darkest, and ugliest times in my life – the ones Xavior saved me from. When I couldn’t, Ataame stepped in and, with the help of his family and (eventually) the new love of his life, raised us a beautiful young woman. Fun fact: we’re still married (thus ex/hubby) – and I talk to his new love more than I talk to him. We’re twinsies, even if she’s a bit younger.
- LJ. Father to my second-born, Sunshine – and a dark, sadistic son of a gun rivaled only by Xavior. We found each other about the time I embarked on my journeys into M/s and he helped me explore many of my newfound facets. Then Valentine’s day rolled around and the – erm – magic happened. We didn’t last long after and he’s caught a fair amount of hell over the years – almost as much as Ataame – but we’re still on pretty good terms. He’d definitely be my go-to stop for a good smack-down these days. -weg-
- Daniel. Mi Amo, my Bear – my ex boss. I really, really didn’t like him the first time we met. Not too long after I’d walked away from him with an eyeroll and under-my-breath ‘fuck you too, dude’-esque comment, we ended up working together building a store from the inside out – one that would soon be his. He watched me work, liked what he saw, and decided he wanted me to stay on. I really didn’t want to but I’d been watching him, too, for a whole other set of reasons, and was compelled. The rest, as they say, is history. We’ve only had the briefest of interludes in the 16 or so years since we met but he’s back, for some strange reason, so maybe there’s a new tale to be spun.
- James. My Love, the one who set my whole world on fire, who – literally – brought the music back into my life. I knew going in that our time together would be temporary but we made the absolute best of it – personally and (mostly) professionally. He brought me the rest of the way out of my shell and back to life. He’s been gone a while now but his stamp is all over this place. Looking at the numbers, he’s the topic of the majority of my posts to date. We had a lot of fun to outweigh the strife we faced and I miss him often – though we still talk from time to time. He was supposed to be – and may well yet be – my Last.
- Andre. My other Love, my Chef, my escape, and most recent recipient of my housemouse tendencies. He found me on the Book of all places, likely matched to me because of our mutual friend – one I found again after a decade thanks to James and the local music scene. I went to see Andre for a vacation and departed knowing he was special. That was one of a handful of times we’d see each other over about as many years. Funnily enough, after we’d gotten close, our mutual friend dropped a small bomb for us: we’d met before – years and years and years before. He is a vet and was my toughest ‘project’ yet. Trauma is no joke.
Last, but by no means least, there are a few significant players who have – so far – had somewhat fleeting parts to play in this particular saga.
- Grymm. My Knight, the most tortured soul and bringer of passion, art, and spirituality. We never met face to face but he came into my life and beauty followed. He also put me in touch with the Faeries.
- Shadow. The deepest, darkest, and sometimes scariest reflection of me. Thankfully, we didn’t get a chance to get into much during our quick jaunts together – but gods, were they intense. Water + air = danger.
- Hunter. The pervy, rotund old man known most affectionately as ‘Daddy,’ craftsman of floggers, whips, and more. He was, for all intents and purposes, my top. We scened a number of times – he took me to my first dungeon – and he got to see my inner brat in all her glory.
- Carter. My boytoy turned something more – before James swooped in and stole me away like a thief in the night. He pushed my sexual boundaries in ways no one else could manage and I spoiled the hell out of him in the process.
- Perry. Young, adorable, candy-coated deliciousness – a bout of unfinished business that came to be during my time with James. We finally had our way – once – before he was pulled away by circumstance yet again.
Now that the mini novella is out of the way, a quick note on organization: each of my fellows has their own tags to reach their specific era(s) in my story. (Clicking a name above will do the trick.) I’m also making heavy use of two other tags – Defining Moments for all things that have shaped me and Erotique for, as you might imagine, all the naughty bits.
And since the remaining tags have finally been defined: Subservience will lead to power exchange and service-related posts, Headspace digs a little deeper into the mental aspect of things, Bratitude covers the brat and all her antics, and Scenery highlights all the masochistic goodness. Picture posts, as they make their way back, can be found under 1001 Words. Naughty picture posts can be found under NSFW – and those require a special key.
I’ve also employed the use of a few other miscellaneous tags – Articles and Poetry for instance. See Navigating the Realm to learn more.
If you’ve made it this far and have the key(s), feel free to use them. And if you’d like a set of your own, applications are being accepted. -weg-