I’m Ivy. It’s not my name, but it is what my name very loosely means according to those baby books. It’s also the athletic affiliation of my university. But that’s seriously, seriously unimportant.
What is important is that I’m kind of a sick girl. Despite being raised to achieve, to conquer limits, to rise to the occasion, I’m terribly into submission, degradation, and dehumanization. I like getting slapped around. I like getting called horrible names. I like being brought down to a lower level. I love being tied up. I used to think that being submissive and being a strong woman were independent of the other, but I’ve learned that there’s much less of a binary than what we’re intended to think.
Despite this discovery, there’s certainly some bumps along the way of being kinky. Namely:
- I live in a dorm with incredibly thin walls.
- Most of my friends are a part of a fairly conservative Christian group (I, too, am a Christian. But, once again, what the hell is with all this either/or in terms of being kinky and being just about anything else?) and they LOVE to drop in unannounced.
- I have a bad habit of forgetting to put my nipple clamps, hitachi, etc away.
- And more.
Sorry this first post was so long-winded, I’m sure I’ll get more terse as this goes along. Provided you stick around.
Love,
Ivy
Five years ago today, I set up this silly little blog, followed all the tumblrs I’d been lurking at for the past few months and made this silly little post. I expected to have maybe 5 followers, 10 if I posted well enough. Mostly, it was a journal for me to resolve all the perceived dichotomies in my life. I was coming off of finally being brave enough to start expressing my sexuality in relationships, though I’d barely scratched the surface. I was twenty.
A lot has changed. My life is different, my friends are different, I’ve shed a lot of my shame about my identity. I’m more “out” than I ever, ever imagined I would be. If you told twenty-year-old me that not only would I be going to munches and play parties, but even my vanilla friends would know I was poly, queer and [where appropriate] kinky, she’d think you were joking.
Today, I’ll be posting some of my favorite posts from this blog, as well as sharing submissions from those of you who treated yourselves. (It’s not too late to submit!)
Happy Blogaversary to me!