8/8/2017 2:13:44 PM: The story you are about to read is true. Although, I do have a fairly good imagination, this shit just can not be made up. In 1994 I took a midnight train out of Warrensburg Missouri headed to St. Lewis Missouri. Once there I was to connect with another train at 2am headed to Longview Texas. I was on my way to surprise my brother at his wedding a few days later. I was very nervous and scared. Traveling by myself was not something I had ever done before. It didn't help that I was 4ft 11inches tall and a whopping 110 lbs soaking wet back then. The first stretch was quit pleasant. There was an amazing train steward with his crisp uniform and iconic hat. He was full of smiles and sweet kindergarten jokes. He kept us laughing all the way to St. Lewis. Once there, we unloaded and settled in for our connecting rails. For the next 2 hrs, people filtered in and out. New faces coming, old faces going. There was an extended family, 2 women and 5 children sitting close by and between reading and snacking, they were my only entertainment in the filthily, dingy dirt streaked white room. Those typical government issue 1970 metal chairs lined the wall, and made for an uncomfortable ass and impossible to get comfortable. During a moment of polite Southern conversation, I had learned that family would be taking the same train, and that they had made this trip on several occasions. I relaxed a little knowing that they felt safe enough to make this trip again. I settled in as best as possible and watched the kids play on a blanket. Trust me, the place was not where you would want your kids to play on the floor. Finely they call our train. The s-type in me let the other 8 or so people on first. As I made it into the car, I was greeted by an even more stereotypical steward. Tall, average build, black man, with an infectious smile. He dubbed me 'Princess' and escorted me through the car looking for a comfortable, safe place for me to rest. Most of the passengers were asleep and those that had to adjust to the new riders were quietly settling in. He leaned over and tapped a sleeping elderly woman on the shoulder, she knew the drill, grunted, made room for me, and promptly fell back to sleep. Steward brought me a pillow, with a polite, 'Here you go Princess' and made his way through the car. I settled in with hopes to sleep. Around 5 am the silent stillness of sleeping passengers came to an end. Apparently, there was a group of retired travelers and they ALL began to wake up and move around. Some headed to the shower car, others to the breakfast car. The steady traffic made sleeping impossible for a light sleeper like me. Looking over, my row companion was now awake. She was about in her 60's and very average. She smiled and introduced herself, Lottie. It was not long before Steward came by, he checked on everyone, then introduced the new Steward for shift change. As the first Steward left, the seat in front of me abruptly flopped back into my lap. There twisted around holding on to the headrest was a black man. He had wild eyes, wore a knit toboggan, and had a smell that told of hard times. After looking back and froth with wild crazy eyes between me and Lottie, he whispered in a very distressed, gravely voice 'Did you see that? That was a nigro. I can't believe they let him on the train!' Then he flopped his seat back up. I looked over at Lottie, and she promptly smothered her low pitched laughter in her small travel pillow. I sucked in my laugh, mama taught me better. About 10 minutes later, as another black person walked by, the seat in front of me abruptly flopped back into my lap. Again he, looked back and forth and repeated 'Did you see that? That was a nigro. I can't believe they let him on the train!' This time both of us hid our faces in our respective pillows. (Just for the record and your general understanding, any time a person of African descent walked by, he flipped out.) We settled in and found our own entertainment. Shortly after, the seat in front of me flopped down. I looked up and smiled, not sure what to expect but knowing it was going to be good. In a tone, not unlike a 6 year old on the way to Disney Land ' I'm going to Dallas. Is it a big place?' I nodded 'Yes it is a very big place. You will have fun there.' He frowned, and flopped his chair back up. Lottie and I shared another look. A few minutes later, the chair flopped down yet again. 'I'm going to Dallas, is it a big place.' I politely respond. He looks around with those wide eyes, 'Are you going to Dallas?' 'No, I'm not, I'm going to Longview.' The conversation continued on and off, but always in the tones of an adult talking to a child. (And again, this same conversation happened on multiple occasions.) I shared my snacks with him and even got him a soda from the food car. My neighbor and I shared lots of looks and smiles as I held these mocking bird conversations with this stranger. When the train finely made it to Longview, I said my goodbyes and made my way to the luggage car to get my bags. The Steward looked at me, handed me my luggage and responded. 'Just like a true Princess' winked and moved on to the next suitcase and passenger. Did Steward just have an innate understanding of what kind of person I was? Did he know what kind of trip I would have that night? Either way, that trip and those people are something I will never forget. Funny thing is I don't remember anything about the trip back to Missouri a week later. Absolutely nothing other than trying to find my truck key hidden under the bumper, and heading back to my little apartment and little husband.

4/26/2017 7:35:54 PM: Uhmmmm, everyone knows that people can tell if you actually LOOKED AT THERE PROFILE, vs just looking at their pictures, right? Just checking because I get a lot of goofballs that request me for their 'favorite' circle and they have not even read my profile. I'm flattered that you like my photos, but I am not that one dimensional or conceited.

2/21/2017 8:17:31 PM: What not to do.... 'locks it head mainager wash its udders hook up pumping unit to its udders gos be hide cow rubs it clit til swelled hooks up sucking unit to it as well starts fringer its hole till its gaping takes out sounding unit for crivex and sounds its crivex till it well open for breeding' This was sent to me this evening. All I can say is 'NO, UHMMMMMMM HELL NO!' Why would you cold contact someone without reading their profile? First impressions are the only thing you have to make an impression. And 'I'm an Ass Hole' is not a first impression that I respond to in a positive manner. I am sure my snotty ass hole response will get an even better WHOLE Ass response in return, but damn, I get tired of tops/masters/doms not using that 3 lb blob found in the cavity in their skull.

11/22/2016 5:24:24 PM: From: =€£÷*/'÷¥÷*$* Dated: 11/21/16 7:24 PM You're a fat, self-absorbed moron. That's why you've been here 4 years, skank... To avoid violating terms of use, the name of the person that sent this message has been removed. This is the type of behavior I expect from a pseudo-dom or a domineering ass. A true dom would never act in such a way. I have never contacted this person. He has never contacted me before. There is no history of contact found. He has been blocked. Be careful out there ladies. Jerks and ass holes truly do exist. I only get these hatefull and bitter letters once or twice a year, but it does make me thankful for all the thousands of beautiful people that have contacted me over the years seeking knowledge, offering support, and comon solidarity with polite and respectful voice. This kind of behavior is TOTALLY unacceptable and not FINE at all.. Polite words and kind interactions are TOTALLY FINE. Enjoy your holidays friends. dixie

11/2/2016 8:12:54 PM: She sat quietly eyes closed. There was no need for conversation or game. Her head and shoulders slightly drooped. Those that didn’t know any better would have thought her asleep. Those that did know better envied her meditative state. Aware of nothing yet everything that he deemed important; His smell, His voice, His touch… Friends and family gathered here or there, conversations whispered in the background mingled with enticing sounds of passion or pain. Yet all she knew was what he deemed important: His needs, His desires, His choice… She found peace in the reverent act of kneeling at his side. She found comfort in the familiar scent that was his and his alone. She found reassurance in the slow cadence of his voice. She found desire in the casual brush of his fingertips on her bare shoulder. His need was her submission. His desire was her comfort. His choice was for her to kneel, quietly at his feet, mind at ease. This is where she is radiant. This is where she is whole. This is where she is home