3/16/2018 6:21:22 PM: Holy shit, it's been a while.  Update on my life; I moved down to Denver from Cheyenne over a year ago, so I'm back living near civilization again.  I haven't been as active in the community though, since RACK room closed down and I've been working and getting injured at work a lot.  Recently I sprained my ankle and had to get surgery to repair it.  I'm in a walking boot for another couple of weeks.  So, I'm off work until I can function without the boot.  On the upside, that leaves me free for dates, as long as the person doesn't mind being seen with a gimp.  

7/31/2016 10:57:09 PM: Friday the 15th of July, 2016, I got a tubal ligation (got my tubes tied, for you non-medical savvy individuals). This was a decision that has been 20 years in the making. Ever since I can remember, I have been objectively against having kids and becoming a parent. And since I grew up in the 90's and early 2000's, I'm sure you can imagine the discouraging things that were said to me for the last 20 years: 'You'll change your mind when you're older' 'Its different when they're your kids' 'It's your job as a woman to give your parents and in-laws grandkids!' And my favorite one, which was said to me by a coworker at BWI: 'No man will ever marry you if you don't want to have children, because, what good are you as a woman otherwise?' If you know me as a person, you know that none of these things would have sat well with me and that I probably cussed out every single one of those persons who spoke to me negatively about my decision to live a childfree life. However, I also grew up under the stipulation that women weren't allowed to get their tubes tied unless they were at least 37 years old and have already had several children. Up until a year ago, I still believed that, since nobody had told me otherwise. Then, I moved to Cheyenne and started seeing a different primary care physician. I see a doctor pretty regularly due to my family history of genetic conditions, none of which I have yet, but I prefer to be safe than sorry. We discussed my medical history, all of my ear surgeries, my mental health situation, and my view on parenthood/birthcontrol. I was on mirena at the time (a T-shaped device implanted into my uterus to prevent pregnancy). And without my asking or any lead up questions to the subject, my doctor said to me, 'you know, when it's time for your IUD to come out, I have no objections recommending you for a tubal ligation. You obviously don't want to have children and you're very serious about it, so I don't see why you shouldn't have it done.' I was speechless. No doctor had ever brought it up with me before, not even any of my previous gynecologists who had been supplying me with birth control since I was 17. But I was still under the impression that my insurance wouldn't pay for it, because of the out-of-date stipulations. So, I called up my insurance a little later and inquired as to how much I'd pay out-of-pocket for this maneuver. I was speechless once again. My insurance pays for the procedure at 100%. No copay, no deductibles, nothing. So, I told myself that at the end of my IUD's life (4 years from that point), I would just get it done. Obviously, it happened a little sooner than I had anticipated. A month ago, while I was working out at the gym, something went wrong while I was doing burpees, and my IUD got displaced, putting me in a tremendous amount of pain that I hadn't experienced since I originally had it inserted. So, my doctor cleared her schedule for the next morning and removed it. She asked if I wanted a new one to replace it, and I said, 'no, lets just do the tubal. No sense of keeping me on temporary birth control when I already know my end game'. It only took several weeks to have it performed since that doctor's visit; much quicker than I thought it would. And it's a very short procedure too, only 30 minutes. You're in and out of the hospital before noon. Do I regret anything I've done today? Absolutely not. What I want women to take away from this journal post is that times are changing. We no longer have to live by the stigma that we're only around to bare and raise children. If you're like me and know you don't want to ever go down that path, then speak up to your doctor. If he or she doesn't agree with you, take your ass to a doctor who will. Don't settle for a 'no' when you know you can get a 'hell yes, lets do this shit.'

1/31/2016 2:11:13 AM: So, this is a two-part interaction I had with a dominant woman on CS. Of course, her initial message to me was unsolicited. NoSenseOfHumor: I would love to bite your tots so hard they bleed. Leave you with bruises. And watch you begging for climax. Me: Calling them tots was probably the most unsexy thing ever, but it still made me laugh and you get points for that. NoSenseOfHumor: Autocorrect. But still. At least we both know you're not very useful to me now Me: I'm ok with that. I don't mesh well with people who don't have a sense of humor anyway. NoSenseOfHumor: Lol. I'm so thankful your ok with it. I was so worried That ended the first part of the conversation. I didn't feel like there was any more to be said. A few days later (this evening), I made a post about my depression getting the better of me. So she felt concerned for my wellbeing and sent me another message. Concerned: Why so depressed you little choke whore Me: Not sure if you're genuinely interested or if you were just looking for an opportunity to call me something obscene. Concerned: Answer the question! Me: Nah, I'm not your sub, so I don't take orders. Concerned: Fine. Enjoy your lonely depressive life. Me: Ok, thank you! kissy face Concerned: You're welcome choke whore /conversation Can we just talk about how she blatently insults someone who she knows is suffering from depression like it's going to make that person feel better?

1/31/2016 1:29:42 AM: Can't sleep.  Depression will eat me.  

1/26/2016 11:10:09 PM: So, I recently made a craigslist personals ad (don't judge) since Cheyenne is slow on the uptake when it comes to kink and dating alike.  I made it clear that I'm not interested in anyone over the age of 40, because, to me, it's creepy to date/fuck someone who's old enough to be my dad.  So, homeboy shoots me an email.  He's 55 and lives in Jackson, WY, of which I have no idea where it is.  I look it up on google and it's roughly a 7 hour drive from me.  I replied with, 'well.. you're much older than I said I prefer to date.  And you're a 7 hour drive from me.  If I wanted to date someone that far away, then I have much younger prospects waiting for me in Phoenix, AZ.'His response?  'yeah, well, If you see me I'll treat you like a lady'.  Alright.  YOU GOT ME.  Literally nobody else in the world would ever do that for me.  YOU WIN