Everyday Jade

All the miscellaney…

Day 7 – Risks

I’ve missed and/or jumbled up my days. My participation has not been 100% on #DearJune either, but I’m okay with that. Well, I think about it a bit, because I couldn’t be me if I didn’t let it bother me a little, but not so bad as it might have done. I give myself a frowny face and then move on. Anyway, here’s the post I made on Instagram for (what I think was) Day 7, the prompt being “risks.” On the heels of a post that felt entirely appropriate at the time – and I will not deny my own experience of things – but in the light of day I realize was…an emotional reaction, and possibly not the best representation of the situation…this post means a lot to me. It reminds of the risks I took when I decided to give my submission and my love to another.Read more …

I’m here (Oops, Day 5)

Jun 6, 2019 | Posted by in Being Poly, Every Damn Day in June, Everyday Jade | 1

I’m writing. On my phone. Because no energy to sit up and do this the right way in my Chromebook. Just wanted to confirm that yes, I’m here, I’m writing, cuz it’s June. And…well you know the drill. I’m better. Or getting there. V and I talked. The past – and the mistakes made – are not things that can be changed. The present is what it is, and I have no control over anyone else’s decisions or actions, only my own. I’ve gotta let go of both of those things and be in the here and now, for my own happiness and mental health. So here I am. Doing the thing. We’ll see how it goes.

Day 4 – Forgetting

The prompt for today’s #dearjune is not an easy one for me. I thought about making light of it, joking about how I have a memory like a sieve, haha. (I do. Not so haha, but there it is. Some people have good brains, mine’s a little hole-y.) But I couldn’t do it and write something truthful, and, if I am going to put words to paper for posterity (or as long as computer memory lasts) I choose to always write my truth. I get that it might not be someone else’s – I know the story about the elephant and the blind men – but it’s mine, and that is all I can write. So of course, the words “memory” and “forgetting” always have to do with W. Even when I don’t want them to. Wait, what? What does that mean, “When I don’t want them to”? That soundsRead more …

Day 3 – Instagram & #dearjune

Jun 4, 2019 | Posted by in Every Damn Day in June, Everyday Jade | 0

I’ve joined in with the #dearjune Instagram meme that MollysDailyKiss found and mentioned in her own blog and Instagram account. It involves a daily word prompt (Day 1 was “Beginnings,” yesterday’s was “Yellow,” today is “Music.”) I like the idea of using images to participate (along with some words here and there) and want to use the meme as a way to get myself comfortable with Instagram. The daughter really wants me to be on there more, as that is where she tends to hang out. I was also going to try to use that prompt here for my Every Damn Day in June posts, but ran up against the issue of my Insta being under my full legal name. It’s followed by “regular” folk that don’t know me as a sex blogger, so obviously I can’t use this content there (if it’s sex or kink related) and I can’tRead more …

June 1 – Yep, It’s That Time Again

It’s Every Damn Day in June time again! I was so excited when I heard that Hyacinth of A Dissolute Life Means… was hosting the writing meme again this year. It’s not a prompting meme, in that it doesn’t give you a topic to write about each day – it is simply the prompt to write, Every. Damn. Day. I love it! Maybe it’s the submissive in me, but I do so much better when I’m told to do a thing. As part of my conditioning for the Grand Canyon adventure, I am (once again) trying to train myself to get up early. Left to my own (lazy) self, I would (literally) sleep in til 20 minutes before I have to leave for work in the AM. I love snuggling in my bed, under my quilt, with my pillows mounded all around. But. I only I have so many days,Read more …

Waiting for the tide to come in.

May 27, 2019 | Posted by in Being Poly, Everyday Jade, Relationship Stuff | 7

I was thinking about writing a Masturbation Monday tonight, but realized I don’t have it in me just now. I did work on my entry for the Smut Marathon, so there’s a spark of sexiness floating around out there, but really, it’s a feeble spark, and easily doused. It’s been that way for several weeks now. No sex, no kink, no erotic energy to speak of. There’s lots of reasons – life has been chaotic in ways just not conducive to sexiness – but damn. I miss it. I can’t remember the last time I had a good BDSM scene. And Saturday night’s sex with V was the first in almost the same amount of time. I feel like we’ve forgotten what that kind of energy feels like. And though I know (hope) it will come back, there’s this fear that it won’t. Kind of like the D/s has notRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – W is for a Wonderful Weekend of We

I am home after the long weekend. Had a great time, in spite of my initial “traveling alone” anxieties, which, as I drove home today, seemed so silly and out-of-proportion. Who was that that had felt all that? But, hindsight is always like that; I recognize, in the now, looking back, that that is anxiety’s job, to blow up every fear and insecurity into looming beasts. I’m getting better about recognizing that in the moment, though, too, and taming the anxiety beast with appropriate self-care, so there’s that. It’s all a process. In spite of those initial rough moments, the weekend blossomed in lovely, unexpected ways. There was the right amount of kink and play, the right amount of togetherness between V and I, Ad and I and the three of us. The three of us had a very satisfying scene on Friday night, and V and I spent aRead more …

A Late #AtoZChallenge Post – S, T, U…

Well, here it is … um … Thursday? and I have apparently fucked-off on a lotta letters. Reasons, reasons, I had reasons. Though I’m having a hard time thinking of them right now. So I am just going to throw myself back in the game and give ya’ll (and me) a round-up of the letters I’ve missed. S and T is for Sex and Toys As in – “sex toys.” Cuz I’m sure you didn’t catch that, right?  Anywhooo… A long (long) time ago (and no I am not gonna ‘fess up to how long) I thought and felt many wrong things about sex toys. I was not as “woke” to them, or to my – or others’ – sexuality then, and didn’t understand them as anything other than a “crutch” for someone that couldn’t have sex the “normal” way; or whose lover couldn’t or wouldn’t give them pleasure. ARead more …

#AtoZChallenge – R is for…Realization, Risk & Rules

Wow, when I started brainstorming an “R” word, I had no idea that there were at least THREE memes with wonderful R words all ready for me to take on. Hold on to your hats, folks, this might be a long one. (Being cooped up for days in the aftermath of surgery, with lots of pain medication and nothing else to do might account for my long-winded-ness too. Who knows.) First up… Realization From The Erotic Journal Challenge, “Realization – Write about a time when you realized something about your sexuality.” I’ve tried looking back to find the one pivotal moment when I realized that I might be…different…than other people that I knew in regards to sex (I was raised in a very small town where, if there was any hint of any kind of sexual “deviancy,” it was well-hidden.) I think the best I can do is maybe just listRead more …

#AtoZChallenge – P is for Paper Tape

I’ll make this post short and sweet. I’d very much have preferred to use a word like pussy, or maybe penetrate or even penis or passion to write about, but all I got right now is: paper tape. Why, you might ask, would I be grateful for something so mundane? So…functional, so pedestrian? Let me tell you. Two years ago I had bunionectomies on both feet. The surgeries were very successful. I recovered quickly and to the point of being able to do all of the things I had had to stop doing because of pain before the surgeries. But about six months ago I noticed a bony protrusion where my big toe had been broken and reset during the surgery. When I started conditioning for our Grand Canyon trip, I noticed that the protrusion was painful, making hiking more than a couple miles a misery. I was worried something hadRead more …