Done

 Have you missed me? How much? Prove it, comment on the post or maybe I'll never share my brilliance with you again. 

Nah for realz if you're happy to see that I am tapping these keys again you should totes thank Ms Dahlia. It is all her doing. 

Months ago Dahlia, Dez and Cass went on a most epic road trip. Much fun and giggles were had by everyone.

It was officially time that my besties should meet my top, or rather it was way past time but we were finally able to coordinate the schedules of all these alpha types. 

So we drove to the state where they have the very worst food from all over the globe, and had the very best time. You should see the pictures but you'd have to be my Fetlife friend to do that cuz ya know vanilla privacy and such. 

There was this moment. I believe I was bent over an easy chair. Master John had suggested he would stop paddling me as soon as one of my friends guessed the number he was thinking and I was crying and laughing at everyone in the room. You don't understand Sir they are not going to try. Never do they ever get to see Mistress Cassidy V Cream in a compromised, this person won't bend a rule for me position. And Dahlia and Dez, did I mention his sign? He totes means it, he is never going to stop. He is going to charge the red cape and hit my red ass until the end of time if one of you don't guess right. And it was right about then, if memory serves me, that Dahlia said something like: Oh hey while she's already in trouble, could you help me with something? For real, blind panic and terror. What is she going to ask him? Is she going to tell him what a cunt I am some mornings when it takes too long to get breakfast? Is she going to tell him about that one time when I <perhaps there's a small rule I may have broken, but I know you'll read this and I have right to not self incriminate Sir> FuckingA my ride or die, most loyal of friends is going to sell me out and watch me squirm. 

And she said, "Make her write in her blog again. She hasn't in months, and I miss it.".

If We've Done Any Harm

 I have opened and closed a dozen tabs in the past 5 minutes. There's a song on some weird little people show that's repeats it opens, it closes. It has this fun tempo. I have only that tiny snippet of an earworm invading my right labyrinth. I don't think it's enough for Google to cure it. My little people do loosely recall wtf I am talking about, but they don't have more. We can't recall what is opening, maybe it was an umbrella. I'll try that. 

Nope that only gave me Rihanna. Imagine Tyler saying something about crackers in bed here. 

Why are we opening and closing tabs? Because I'm exhibitionist, but I also value my privacy. 

Once upon a time the internet was this anonymous place. Among others, I use to follow this really cool diary-ist (that should be a word) AnonyMouse or something like that, and still I think of her every time I misspell anonymous. I followed dozens of anonymous writers for a decade. I shared, and overshared, in anonymity my life's milestones & minutia with an audience that was primarily closed but could be expanded at my discretion.   

There isn't a space like that on internets (misspelling intentional, irony use to be a big thing too). That space actually exists again. We won't get that sidetracked, but I know those people now. Still trust them with my deepest and darkest, but also it's different when you know people. 

Give me a second, I need to get my story straight

When I hear John Cougar Mellencamp sing 17 has turned 35, I wish that he would pen another that prepares me for when 35 approaches 50. And I want him to know I appreciated the heads up he gave me at 14. 

Oh forfucksake Cass stop. Nostalgia is only fun in small, ironic, doses. 

I had the best fucking summer. 

There was decadence, indulgences, and much allowing my bliss to lead. There was depth, connection, and meaning. It's different when you know people. 

And autumn will bring even more of the same. 

Take a Good Look at It

Look at it now
Might be the last time
You have a go round
That was a song Tabitha and I use to trade. It was on her play list. Pretender's Brass in Pocket, was on mine. Mostly we shared Nine Inch Nail's Closer during our set together. But if I wanted a thing from her, I'd offer up Chrissie (my life-long celeb girl crush btw) and if she wanted to borrow something of mine, she'd offer the crazy, sexy, cool trio.
Go on, try not to slide out of your panties while swaying your hips to
I'm feeling quite sexy 
and I want you for tonight
The subtle for is everything. If it was, I want you tonight, it would imply maybe there was another night or maybe there will be another. The for makes it a once in a life time offer. You belong to this night, to my night.
Your panties came off, didn't they?

I tried to find it on YouTube to verify the year, but it seems to not be there. It may be another thing that was lost in the Mandela effect moment that landed me in the time line with the lyrics to Let's Go Crazy being wrong. Small price to pay for everything else being so right, you and I both know the lyrics were "...to celebrate this thing called life". Anyway, that's not where I was going. I was going to say Chrissie Hynde appeared on SNL sometime in the 90s in barefeet with a padlock on a chain around her neck, and a then toying with bdsm Cassidy thought, I wonder?
There's nobody else here, no one like me
Also impossible not to lose one's panties while dancing to, totally different beat but really the same vibe.
Sometimes I have a destination in mind when I warm up the keys, typically I don't. Today I don't. I know right? You're totes shocked. I mean, I had an idea it was time for an update.
Update: I am so living my best life and I am filled with the bliss I follow.
And I wanted to indulge my exhibitionism just a bit. Did you see these pictures I took last night?

There's more. So many more. I fucking love them. That one, that's the same one four ways. I love the original that hard I kept trying to make an Insta appropriate version. On the one hand, account #3, who cares? On the other, ya get your hand slapped twice maybe you remember not to put your hand in for a third.
There's such a boldness in both songs. Imagine being that bold, and then...Do you think that ever happened? Come to my door, take off my clothes, and turn on the red light. Do you think that was ever met with, oh tonight's not good for me. I'd love to but...
I am that bold. It happens.
And you keep rolling, bold as brass (in pocket even).
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