Who Is Pieces of Jade?

Two Weekends, and Some Brooding

Two weekends, a weekend apart: so very different. I’ve gone to kink events alone – or thought I had, before the spanking event I went to a couple weeks ago. Actually, in retrospect, I may have traveled to those parties by myself (Boardwalk Badness Weekend in Atlantic City ~10 years ago, Kinky Kollege only last year) but the reality is, I wasn’t there alone. In both cases, I met friends there, I shared a room with friend(s), so while I wasn’t there with a partner, I definitely had people I knew around me. Apparently that is a key to my enjoyment of the event. Not that I don’t enjoy the travel alone, the being in a different place alone – I very deliberately chose that when I decided to go to Crimson Moon (the spanking party.) But apparently friends – or friends-to-be – are vital to my enjoyment of theRead more …

At the Core…Why I Write

“I want to feel like that again,” I said to myself recently, after reading something (I can’t recall exactly what, more’s the pity) that was sexy and erotic and tantalizing and made me feel…well. Sexy, erotic and tantalizing. When had I stopped feeling that way? As I wrote that last sentence I had an answer in my head, and I almost wrote it out, but I won’t. I don’t want to do that here, to do that now. I just want to…write. To feel all those things I used to feel when I was writing. I want to be here, be real, be present – but leave behind the angsty Jade I have been. Yes, I want to be authentic, but I also want to shed the authentically angst-ridden person I have been recently. I don’t know if it is possible. On the other hand, why not? That sexy, sassy,Read more …

Taking Back My Power

In the “better late than never – no really,” category, I’m chiming in on the SafeworD/s Club, “Tell Me About…” prompt for “Power Exchange.” Of course the meme has already closed, because that’s how I roll (ugh). But this topic is top of mind for me right now, as I navigate the ways in which V’s and my relationship has changed during this D/s hiatus. Power exchange, freely and consensually giving up one’s power to another, is a heady thing. It is at the core of being a submissive, of desiring to submit to another. To submit to, to give one’s power to, another. For me it is obviously sexual; perhaps not so obviously, it also has deeper meaning than just the sexual. When I started this with V, I stated, quite emphatically, that D/s was not what I wanted. I wanted a play partner. Someone to “do the thingsRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – N is for No

“No” might seem to be an odd thing to be grateful for. Especially for a submissive woman who really likes to please. But in the past year I have learned the power of no – even when it hurts or isn’t want I want to hear or say. I’m not talking only about my own “no’s.” My No’s I have finally realized/accepted a truth about myself. I used to think I was shy, although I admit, even then, it didn’t feel like it quite fit. I learned, particularly in the past year, that what I am is an introvert. That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy socializing. When I finally do get myself “out there,” interacting with people in a social setting, I enjoy it very much! But my enjoyment has a very definite window of opportunity, and when that window closes, I’m done. It could be three nights inRead more …

The Erotic Journal Challenge Catch-Up Week

I was thrilled when Brigit of Brigit Writes announced that she was posting a “catch-up” week for the Erotic Journal Challenge prompts, allowing writers to answer any (or all) of the questions they had missed the first time around. (Or to add another post to one they had answered previously.) I had answered the first one, but had been too busy or just felt that I didn’t have enough to say that I hadn’t already said about the others. So this gives me a chance to answer some of the questions I missed in Q & A format, and not feel like I have to do a whole blog post on each one. We’ll see how it goes – if I get long-winded on any of them I may break it out on its own. Prompt #2: Discovery – When did you discover your own sexuality? For example, when wasRead more …

February 17 – Smut Marathon – Round 1: Thoughts

Today feedback and votes for Round 1 of the Smut Marathon were posted. For those of you not familiar with this enormous, year-long undertaking, now in its second year, here’s a link to information and rules. After a lot of thought and a little bit of hemming and hawing, I decided to participate this year, for a number of reasons – but more on those in a minute. So I won’t do this for every round (I don’t think), but as a first time participant, and as someone who didn’t have the time/energy to either follow along or participate last time, I thought I’d record my first impressions. I was incredibly energized and – for lack of a better word – inspired by the voting and comments on the writing. In fact that’s probably a big part of why I’m writing this now: I’m excited about the process and wantRead more …

KOTW – Collars, Revisited

The Kink of the Week is Collars. It’s a topic that has been covered before in the KOTW, but as Molly noted in the introduction, that was back in 2013; there are new writers out there; and there are also plenty of us that will revisit the topic again with new perspective. I discussed the topic myself for that 2013 KOTW, though it was on Kink & Poly, and of course my partner was W. You can read that post here, if you’d like. I just read it again myself, actually, and thought I would call out this part, in case a certain someone out there decides to read this but not that (I’m looking at you, V. ;-) ) I’d forgotten how incredibly visceral being collared for play is, how tied into something primal inside of me it is, how just reading this plucks that need for subjugation in me,Read more …

Washington, D.C. & Beyond

Nov 10, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 1

Author’s Note: I meant this to be a day-by-day, but, as so often happens when I plan or make a commitment to this space – I failed. So…while Saturday was actually written on Saturday, the rest…is not actually on the day-of. I traveled to D.C. early Saturday, in advance of a conference I am attending Mon-Thurs for my work. Saturday I’m sitting here in D.C., in a little studio AirBnB, snugged beneath one of the stately brownstones(?) that line these lovely, tree-lined streets. I spent all day walking this neighborhood and the ones nearby (7.5 miles!) after arriving at 9 this morning. I had gotten up at 4 a.m. to catch my 6 a.m. flight here, after getting about 3 hours of sleep…I might have been a bit punch-drunk most of the day. But I wasn’t, not really. I was in the moment, engaged, marveling that I was there –Read more …

A Magical Weekend, or the Weekend of the Misplaced Bra

Sep 11, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 2

So much magic. So many connections. So many things happened – even when they seemed to be a “bad thing” – in just the right, perfect way. Today, as I left, in just the airport, I met and talked to a fascinating woman at the bar for an hour about all the things. I have no idea why she decided to talk to me. She just took the stool next to me and the next thing we knew we were talking about…hell. Everything.  Work and life and jobs and divorce and satisfaction and new loves and old; about being happy or being content, and whether they were the same thing. About taking chances. About living, truly making the choice to live, not just survive. Then there was the guy in line that commiserated with me when I couldn’t hear the announcements for onboarding the plane. For 15 minutes while weRead more …

More Ocean. Sort of.

Sep 4, 2018 | Posted by in Everyday Jade, Life Before, Who Is Pieces of Jade? | 2

I’m sitting here at my computer in my 3rd-story room, looking out over the dark city streets, while Ad and Felix slumber in my bed. We have had a full weekend already, with yet another day of fun planned, but I am unable to sleep. I hope three fingers of Fireball and this posting will give me some respite. Ever since the prompt for the last Kink of the Week, I have been – carefully – sorting through images of the ocean/beach vacations I have taken. So many beaches, so much life lived. So much joy. And, looking at the ones with W, so much…  Not sorrow, but…I don’t know. Nostalgia. Longing for what might have been; for what was lost. I look at those images and I can almost feel my hands cupping that beloved face; almost see his grin, still see the love shining in his eyes. IsRead more …