A decade of princesse.x

 

August 2005. I'd just returned from a 2 week yoga retreat in the Sierra de las Nieves near Malaga, Spain. I don't think I've ever been in better shape physically — totally fit after intensive ashtanga, and totally detoxed.
I never imagined that I would become a blogger, even though I'd been keeping diaries on & off since I was 15. When I started the blog, I had no idea what I would write.

If it wasn't for the encouragement of the famous Boronali, an avid blogger I’d met on love@lycos, I never would have started. Just why he thought I should blog escapes me. The erotic nature of my blog seemed too much for him as time went on. I've lost track of Boro, as we called him — Teddy, as I called him; it seems he's stopped writing on Le Bac à Sable, or else has turned to a different media.

Just as the pendulum swings every now & then in my life, I swung slowly from my yogini self towards total indulgence in my shadow.
Shortly after beginning my blog, I met Monsieur Os (aka Phallus_Aurea on love@lycos), and began my first explorations in a D/s relationship.
This blog became an outlet for my questioning, a recounting of my experiences, over a decade. I felt the need to put my thoughts out into cyberspace — emotions cast out into the darkness of the web, sometimes with urgency, sometimes after absorbing the events.

At the time, I maintained an almost daily erotic correspondence with Monsieur Os. I also would to write him after our "Entrevues" — some written in French, some in English. I've written kilometers of words during my different relationships.
I didn't publish them in my blog at the time, often being too discreet. Time has passed and some writings were lost when my Mac died.
For several years I've been thinking about publishing these “Entrevues”, and some excerpts of our correspondence (I hope he won't mind if I borrow his words). I will publish them in their chronological order, but present them in "real time", with some thoughts looking back.
As they were private writings, the tone is different… perhaps more spontaneous and less self-conscious than my more recent writings.
So, in celebration of this decade, I will publish these words, this story, for without them, this blog would not be complete.

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Constantin Brancusi, Princesse X, marbre, 1916