Welcome back, Kotter.

Those of you who have been reading for a while may have noticed that I've done a little bit of cleanup around these parts. It needed to be done; much of the reason why I all but abandoned this blog is that I decided some of what I'd written was a bunch of useless drivel and I couldn't stand to have it associated with my name any longer. Luckily there wasn't much of that, though, so the bulk of my material is still here for those of you who'd been missing it and those of you who have just tuned in.

I may, if inspired, type up a hefty catch-up post, but I haven't made up my mind about that yet. I regret to report that at least for now, much of the novelty of sharing the intimate details of my life and my history with the blogosphere at large has worn off. I do prefer to keep some mystery about me. Then, there's the fact that most of you are sex bloggers, or have been referred here by sex bloggers, and if you're looking for shamelessly masturbatory material, I'm afraid that right at this moment I'm the very last girl whose life you should be reading about.

What I can do, however, is provide a short summary of the past few months. I'm not quite tired enough to sleep yet, so why not? Again, I find myself looking for a new job. My roommate has, since my last post, moved out - out of state, in fact. I've managed to kick some bad lifestyle habits (a fact of which I'm quite proud), adopt some good ones and I'm feeling physically healthier than I have in quite a while. I dance often. I use Twitter more than I'm proud to admit, I'm a nascent connoisseur of the FetLife forums, the relative drought in my romantic and sexual life continues into its eighth month and CollarMe continues to be more of an alternately amusing and frustrating social experiment than a useful tool despite a couple of seemingly successful first dates (not to mention some awful ones).

Kink has been occupying more than its fair share of space in my mind lately. The drought, I'm sure, has a lot to do with this, but it isn't always sexy thoughts. I find the internet (or internet-only) kink community less and less appealing by the day. It's obviously a very convenient way to talk to new people whom you might not otherwise find, but there really is a limit to how fulfilling it is for me and I find myself craving face-to-face interaction with real people. As such, I intend to finally make my way to a munch after the holiday fervor dies down. I'm hoping this will be a fun step, but I have learned not to hold my breath.

I think it's only logical to assume that the more people you meet, the more people you will meet with whom you have things in common, right? That hasn't been the case for me lately. I continue to meet new people, but very few of them seem to want what I want, so the compatibility percentage gets lower. There are certain preconceived notions (ideals, even?) among the kinkier folks I've met which I cannot identify with. The one which causes me the most trouble is the idea that kinky automatically equals promiscuous (or vice versa). It doesn't, for me, but that seems to be the de facto equation for many others, particularly within my age group. While I think that everybody should feel free to enjoy/fuck/love/play with as many people as they please, I can't help but furrow my brow a bit at the idea of being almost looked down upon for the fact that I don't necessarily want to spread myself that thin.

There's more to that topic, but this was just supposed to be a brief overview and I have made myself sufficiently tired!