In the Pink

It's official, dudes. I've gone public on the most public of sites.

Or rather, the fabulous and amazing evil, rotten feline in my life has gone official on me. Man, do I ever love that Cat.

Check out his profile, (No I'm not sending you there. Dedicated readers need only glance at my comments to work out who he is.) and see how he connects himself to me in such an articulate and beautifully personal way. This is a new change to said profile, although the situation itself has been ongoing for more than nine months at time of writing.

Note also that I am not alone in being connected to him. This is an example of living polyamory. I am polyamorous. And proud of it. And very happy in my situation with him. He is my Dom, (or Dom-Cat, heh) and I am his sub, his tabby, his kitten. I am Lilly the Pink Tabby -- but no-one but him gets to call me that.

One of these days, should there be enough interest expressed in the comments, I will write the story of how we met (online), how we fell in love, and how we then met (in person). If y'all wanna hear, that is. Show me the love, baby, gimme some sugar.

Note: This is in no way an open invitation to all these people who think I am still looking for a dom, sub, master, servant, slave or play partner. I keep getting these letters sent to me, and so far 2 out of the 25 have been worth reading. I have other partners, most of whom i describe as wonderful friends -- with even more wonderful benefits.

I. Am. Not. Looking. Thank you.

I am only in search of friendship -- as someone wrote to me yesterday, BDSM-type folk are generally more open-minded and make for more fun friends.

Ain't *that* just the darndest truth?



(Btw, it also says "חצי יקה" in the section that talks of who he is. To which I say, with all due sincerity and deference "only half? Ha!")