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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This Could Be the Best Place Yet

But you must overcome your fears. 

I'm not sure on the obscure factor here. Do you know it? 

It is time to pack up Cabin Cassidy Next, and prepare for our next adventure. Tomorrow I'm checking in to a beautiful place a bit further south. Time is such a funny thing, even when I am mindful of slowing down and savoring every moment, which is a challenge for my fast paced nature, still even when I try, it just moves so fast. 

I spent 30 days here. It rained so much. I spent a great quantity of quality time with those we do not discuss in this space. We had delicious meals, deep conversations and much playfulness. And in the time left over, I engaged, created, promoted. In that mode too there was much playfulness. There is no sadness for leaving it behind, I intend for there to be even more of the same at the next stop. 

There was another interview with Nicholas from Your Kinky Friends. Go watch it here: Your Kinky Friends

I approached Nicholas a little bit ago about helping me kick off a new idea, and I announced it during his show. Nicholas is going to give me a hand, he's agreed to be my first guest and this week we're going to add podcast host to our adventure resume. 

There will also be The (virtual) Party of the Season this week. Our most magical friend is celebrating her birthday Wednesday. 

I miss her horrifically but also, can I say again how great it is to live in the future? Can you imagine what this time would be like if we were in our homes alone, and our only confirmation of the state of our long distance friends and family, was via the mail, phone calls at a dollar a minute and news at 6? 

Starting tomorrow I'll be live on OnlyFans at 10p for at least an hour. It may be sexy time, or it may be watch Cassidy re-watch The Magicians, who knows. I'm going to commit to this scheduled time for the next 10 days at new place. We'll see how it goes before I commit to it longer. I suspect many of the 10 broadcasts will be from the over sized, sunken, gorgeous bath in the master suite of the new place, but you'll have to stop in to see. 

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I Don't Mind the Sun Sometimes

The images it shows, 
I can taste you on my lips 
and smell you on my clothes
I take great pride in my self defined boldness, my belief that I am fearless. I love the word fearless. I stay aware that it is a compound word, fear less. Not without fear, but fearing less. And I am, ever more and always, fearless.
Sometimes though, there is just a little. It creeps in, it questions me and asks me if I really mean it. When did you last engage in a thing that really scared you Cass? How bold are ya cuddled up in Cabin Cassidy Next alternating between listening to the rain and this band that must have been named by a high school aged boy?
Cinnamon and sugary 
and softly spoken lies
you'll never know just how you look through other people's eyes  
Seriously the person who penned that can't possibly be the person who named the band, right?
Unless they were. Unless they were like I'm totes over your expectations that I will be profound on a level you can relate to, here have some vulgar, dirty, silly nonsense cuz I am complex and ever more fearless.

I did another interview with Nicholas for Your Kinky Friends Watch it Here  The convo moved quickly, my phone's mic left something to be desired and our conversation after we went off air was as long as the one you'll see there. You may have missed it, or maybe I said it off air, so I am going to be fearless and repeat it. I have big goals for my OnlyFans, for my post covid19 role in the community, and for how I will engage in following my bliss. It starts with turning up the volume.
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Each of those four links has several free subscriptions attached to it, a total of 18- because I am 18 shy of hitting my May followers goal, I'm patiently impatient to get there and idgaf if you free follow to start. My content is on fire, you'll renew. Each is for different amounts of time, 2 weeks, a month, 3 months and 6 months. Yes, I'm giveaway 1 six month free follow. I hope whomever gets lucky is deserving of such a gift, and appreciates it.

There's some new speciality content I've added recently. Some looks like this

thank you sir you make me feel so safe when I am scared

And some looks like this

Well like this, but all together more vulgar, dirty and inappropriate for this space.
You can't tell what it is? Really? Look closer, or go see the rest of the collection.

It's Just Something that We Do

Don't tell me to stop, tell the rain not to drop, tell the wind not to blow 'cause you said so

I love the false starts at the beginning. I know they were scripted, but they feel authentic.  

She's a fire sign like yours truly. Leo, not a Sag, but still I feel solidarity when she's spinning. Also, typically nothing is really scripted with fire signs. Oh this isn't working, light it up. You put hours, weeks, decades of work in? Oh well, it will burn so big, step back.

It's really tricky writing right now. It is a small thing to complain about. I am grateful my complaints are small. By and large, me and mine are doing well. I wish to share that, believe that I have readers who wish to know that; and also I wish not to be insensitive to those who can not say the same.
Last week there was a post that was up for an hour, sharing in more detail the things that are going well. Then Dahlia called, her son tested positive. You didn't know she had kids? Ya we hear that often. She applies the first rule of adult spaces even fiercer than myself. My let's help people take their minds off of things post? Ya fuck that noise, it burns.
Do something, help your friend. There aren't accurate terms for who Dahlia is to me. You wouldn't understand and if you do I don't need to explain. And what can I do? I'm 600 miles away, with my own children. I could get in the car. I could be there.
And do what exactly?
The only things I could do really could be best done from here. Hold space, listen and even when it is hard, trust that things will work out for the best.
And when I couldn't be there,  http://swopnh.org, Ashley Fires and the many volunteers that I do not know by name yet, showed up. Swop is an outreach program, and Ashley is a devoted, amazing, tirelessly working member of our community. Who is at the statehouse challenging laws, who is putting together a mental health crisis outreach program of sex & kink friendly providers, and who is providing weekly financial support and comfort to dozens of women in the adult industry, and our families. Because we don't talk about them, that's the first rule of adult spaces, right? But we have them and as much as we devoted as we are to our community, that is dwarfed by the devotion we have to those we do not mention here.
Today Dahlia's son tested negative.
This moment we are each experiencing from our own unique point of view is and will continue to change our community and our lives. There aren't many ways that we can direct how that will unfold, but in whatever ways that I can, I wish to lean on pushing positive changes.
Cool kids support their friends' projects. I have been saying that since I was a junior domme, a hundred million years ago. Before typically I was suggesting you stop being scared to go to fetish events, buy sexy art and come have fun. It wasn't a hard sale.
I made a decision this weekend to begin donating a 10th of my profits back to the community. I was all excited and full of ego that that's a thing I can do now. Then I remembered what 10% of what I earn is and I was less impressed with myself. This isn't about being impressed with myself, this is about showing up and meaningfully supporting our community. You know what's way more impressive than my bank statement? My contact list, I am friends with the best of the best. The artists, the creators, those who know how to make things happen and those who show up to insure that it does.
It'll take a minute to make this grow properly, but hey we have the time on our hands right? I started with  https://www.etsy.com/shop/WhyBeeNormal because she's amazing. I text, "I'm going to do a thing." Then I start tapping keys to explain it, this is going to take a minute, and ping, Pix has said, "I'm in, what are we doing?". I love my community, and I am so blessed to know the people I know. So we're going to start with, I sent Pixy a PayPal this morning. Pixy matched it, and we're shipping Ashley a collection of Pixy's beautiful work to add to this week's care packages that are being delivered. I have another friend who will join us next week.
By and large things are going well for me and mine. I'm packing up this cottage by the ocean we have spent the past month in, heading to a cabin in the mountains so I can more easily navigate an interstate move in the middle of a pandemic.
It may take a moment to start properly, but another fire sign trait is to just jump in where you are and figure out the details as needed. 

Mistress Cassidy is a Professional...

She can do things you can't do.
Were you a fan of or did you create fans of Curious George? I loved that disclaimer. George is a monkey, he can do things you can't do. I personally heard it as a challenge not a warning, but all the same, clever disclaimer.

Did I mention how right before the universe went all wonky, I got to see my top? Oh, did I really mention it 100 times already? Sorry, I am prone to repetition.

In the alley over by the curb he said tell me what's your name, she only said the words again and it started to rain.

There's such a big hint, but still I don't think any of my readers are astute enough to catch the reference. Prove me wrong, I double dog dare ya.

I want to share the story. Also, I want to hold the moment private. I wish there were pictures. Also, I'd never ever share them. I don't think I appeared all that sexy. Can't have that, well except when I can in these so terribly rare moments.

No one else was watching her, she didn't seem to care. So over and over she said the words until he could take no more. 

I edited the last post after I posted it. Only one person saw the original. My perception is biased, I wrote it, but I think the spot where the record skips is blatantly obvs.
I said a thing I question the ethics of saying out loud. Mistress Cassidy is a professional, she can do things you can't do.

The songs a year old, and it had been playing for months when he walked in the place...

I think it was in January when he sent the pictures. The message with it was short, to the point. I want to see you in something like this pet. He doesn't often make requests of me. He's busy. I am busy. He's pragmatic. I have a handful of very simple standing directives, we touch base when we can, and 99% of my universe spins with his influence touching all of it and his presence completely absent. I love the moments when he makes a small request of me.

There's a long story that would explain why, it doesn't matter. He asked me to do a thing, I intended to do a thing, but in the end I did not do the thing. I forget sometimes how it works on the other side of the flogger. Mistress Cassidy follows through on what she says she will do with oh 97.5% accuracy. On the rare occasion I do not, a sub can get right over it. I am busy. My plate is full. I am a top, it is my prerogative to not do a thing even if I said I would. My 97.5% accuracy is about my ocd nature, not about my obligations to you. You are fortunate to serve a top with such a compulsion. Inquire how else you may lighten my day on that rare occasion I do not do a thing I said I would do.
Mistress Cassidy did not do a thing, then she stepped off the porch of the magical little cottage in the woods to hug and greet her top, and she was spun around and reminded, rather intensely that in this space she is not Mistress Cassidy and not doing as one is told has consequences. 

 I'm going to share the story. You want to hear it, don't you? Either I am going to go live on OnlyFans, and share it bedtime story style, possibly with reenactments of some moments that would be better with a visual aid. Or I am going to share it in installments. Create some photos to serve as our visual aids, and tell it one paragraph at a time, which is all OnlyFans allows for word based erotica. Watch for it, I'm not committing to when it'll be done, only that it will be done.

Let's Overshare

It's a thing I do.
It's a thing I love to do.
Exhibitionist, I feel like I have mentioned that once or twice.
You should look at me. I am not this bright and beautiful so that I might fade away unseen.
I am, in my best moments, that full of myself. Not every moment is my best, but I do have more of those moments than not-those-moments.
I love OnlyFans. I have said that once or twice here too I think.
I follow, for free, many creators on OnlyFans. And I, an attractive woman with no shortage of would-be suitors, pay for porn (typically, I prefer to make that sound more refined & say erotica)  that I enjoy, thoroughly, on OnlyFans.
Now I have shared all these wholesome, silly, things that turn me on before. I love striped shirts. I have a thing for driving. I love teeth that are just shy of perfect, Bowie's original set not the replacements that came later.
Know what else I like? Hmm- am I really going to say such things here? My fingers are dancing, and I think I just might. Let's not scare the new explorers, let's just say my tastes lean to the intense.
I like erotica that mimics what I like. Don't we all? I like authentic looking, extreme play, between real looking people. Who are...completely, totally, absolutely, there is no question about it, into what they are doing. What I need or the moment is worse than gone, is knowing, absolutely everyone present choose to be there.
I do not doubt the numbers related to trafficking. In no way do I intend to minimize the seriousness and aprehensible nature of it. As a professional in the adult industry the contempt I hold for those who invade my community and engage in deplorable things I suspect is higher than average. As a professional in the adult industry for almost 30 years, I have probably met around a thousand other adult workers. I know a couple hundred currently. I have never met someone who was here against their will. Fuck, I have known & worried about dozens who have left the industry reluctantly when they met their Mr Right.
OnlyFans and platforms like it give consumers who are not industry experts the ability to see, and to know, that the content they are enjoying was enjoyed by the creator/s.
I gave two of my besties free subscriptions to my OnlyFans last night. I have given away quite a few follows this week. Now this isn't because I am independently wealthy or allergic to being paid for my work. But because I have now seen how obscure OnlyFans is to those outside of the creator-invested hobbiest matrix. Neither of my friends are vanilla, hello they're my friends. Despite seeing my promotions of it, they were both not quite sure how it worked or if it would be a forum that had things for them. It is not exclusively BDSM themed content, I'd say BDSM creators are in the minority actually.  There is content to match most fantasy wishlists, and the ability to interact with creators to request, suggest, or beg for, if that's your thing, what you're hoping to find. 

Are you an adult? Do you have some adult fantasies? Are you kind of trapped right now with too much time on your hands? But also with too much on your mind? Wanna check out for an hour or two? Want to have a little private time in a completely safe manner with creators who love whatever it is you've imagined more times than we can count? 

Now it's a little tricky to just find the creator match for you. OnlyFans isn't like other social media sites. What you can do though is pop on Twitter or Fetlife. Instagram doesn't like OnlyFans so remember: fuck Insta & their Judgy McJudgerson face. Pop on Twitter or Fet, search for OnlyFans, then when you access any collection of creators, browse their posts. When you find the one or many that speak to you, follow their links and subscribe to their accounts. Here, let me give you some insider hints. Smash the heart on the posts you like, comment on the ones you really like. Did you cum? You dirty boy, you naughty girl, tip the performer now. It is what let's us know what our viewers enjoy. Obviously everything we are putting out are things we enjoy, things we want to share. But at the end of the day my love of Bowie's mouth can stay in my private spank bank, if what you most want to see & hear about is that time my top said, get in the fucking car.  I will not feel even a little bit put out if you ask me to replay that moment again and again.

I have a present for you. I don't remember how many are left on that link. But a couple of you can check out my OnlyFans for free with that link for 7 days. I'm toying with creating 50 or 100, 1 day free access codes. So if you catch this week long one, you're so lucky & perhaps you should play the lottery today too.
And for those who do not want to leave their sexy time up to fate. I have a gift for you too. That link will give you a full 30 day subscription for half off. I am uploading new content and favorites from my personal collection daily. And when I hit the new followers goal I set for this week, I have something extra special planned.

And to my readers who are creators also. Thank you for hanging til the end, I know you are busy. I've floated a couple ideas that haven't found ports yet. This is a thing, I've probably said it to you before. Our audiences do not know how to find us. They don't get how the site works. We need to promote together, and we need to educate our fans. I don't have to be the director, although it is a role I know well. I am more than happy to give my energy to the ideas you have for getting our brands to our fans. This is a challenging time, absolutely. But challenges are not a thing to shrink from, they are when we are called to grow and become better.

Science is Magic with Defined Borders

I hope this post finds everyone in good spirits and good health. It has been a challenging couple weeks, hasn't it?
It's Monday and it is raining. My favorite combination. Today when I heard it though my first thought was: oh but almost everyone else on the planet hates this combination. Normally the opinions of others just do not concern me, narcissist or a healthy mindset when one is naturally inclined to be eccentric, also defined by your opinion that I have already explained isn't usually of consequence to me. 
There's a story behind why I love Mondays. There's a long version that starts like 30ish years ago. There's a super quick Insta post version, variations of: If you love your job, Monday is the best day of the week. There's not a linear story about why I love rain, but I could go on and on for years giving you examples of magic that happened while it rained. At the end you'd likely get it, you'd likely agree, I'd love the rain too if I had that many great memories associated with it.
The story about Mondays is true, my many stories about the rain are true, perhaps lightly seasoned by time. You know what else is true? Shit things have happened on Mondays too. Awful things I prefer not to dwell on or ever revisit. Sometimes the rain is miserable. I've ever locked myself out of my house, dressed inappropriately for the weather (that's a thing I do often), and been soaked through while trying to jimmy open a window.
It has been a challenging couple weeks for everyone. It will get better or it will get worse. Both better and worse are opinions. Even if there were unanimous agreement, they would not transmute into facts. Besides we could never achieve unanimous agreement, there are people out there who don't like cake.
I hope that the Moon's day gives you a fresh perspective on whatever has subtracted from your comfort. I hope the universal solvent that is pouring down here, washes away anything that you wish removed from your universe. If it isn't raining with you, your hand washing will serve. 

Tits on a Bull, Panic and Other Things without Value

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Your big sister promo'ing you on her adult sites can be ackward

Before this is over I may overshare. 

What? Not you Cass, you're normally so quiet and keep to yourself. 

Did you get your giggles out? Good, let's focus now.

 

For real, good. Everyone seems to have lost their gd mind, laughing should give you a little serotonin boost and your immune system appreciates it.

 

Also for real, there is much I do not share. Mistress Cassidy, Cassidy Cream, they're talkative, excitable, let's just do this already, characters. They are natural extensions of myself, but Denise is much quieter and reserved than her public faces. 

A few weeks ago a chain of events began. I was in a place of if this happens I will do that, and if that happens I will do this. That well describes my approach to life in general. While I talk about and live outside of the main-stream, I do my best to flow with the currents of my stream. So the this-es that happened lead to the decision to put all my worldly possession in storage, pack some gear, some clothes and the precious cargo we do not discuss in adult spaces but everyone knows I have; and follow my bliss while I considered the possibilities.

 

I am so grateful that over the past couple months Dahlia went on this Youtube University kick, and began daily sending me podcasts, Ted talks and assorted interesting clips. Everyone on the internets may have known who Seth Godin was since the dawn of time. I heard him say consider the possibilities like a month ago. It's still fresh in my mind. My mind is a busy place, freshness has a special value. 

How blessed am I to have a friend who vibes at a near match frequency. Who intuits what I will need before I will need it.

 

I choose the filters I see my reality through. There is a filter I could snap on here that would read much differently. It would be a tangled mess, the editing would leave much to be desired and neither of us would enjoy it. 

Now I am a sadist. I'm not terribly concerned about your enjoyment, but I will have mine.

 

Dahlia also re-introduced me to Abraham & Esther Hicks. I jumped out of a plane without a parachute, it'll be over soon. Actually that's so completely inaccurate I am contemplating backspacing it. It doesn't look like a parachute, that's more accurate and I'm totally winging the analogies here.  It doesn't look like a parachute- maybe it is a quick inflate bounce house, maybe it is a raft, or maybe it is a jet pack. Who cares?  If it is a rock it'll be over soon and if I have nothing tangible of value, I know how to duck and roll. 

I really wanted to share the dick hands story, but I couldn't find a smooth transition. Oh well, come back for the next post maybe that's the right spot for it. 

There's a Fet Post  I enjoyed writing you may wish to check out. Again, must be a Fetlife member to read things there. Their rules, not mine.

I've also extended my intro special on https://onlyfans.com/cassidycream I am hardcore in love with OnlyFans. Not just as a creator, I love the concept. I love that I can support creators who are making the erotica I enjoy, and know absolutely they are creating out of passion and joy. The level of access and interaction is brilliant. Do you enjoy porn without a side dish of human trafficking? Buy direct from adult performers and creators. And if you can't tell the difference between someone who loves what they are engaged in and someone who doesn't, I bet there's a video on Youtube University that can explain it to you. I don't have time to explain how pupils dilate, and blood flow increases, I have to decide where my bliss is calling me to follow and I must pack.     

I am uploading daily to my OnlyFans while on this adventure. For weeks I had been saying, if only I had the peace & quiet to really focus on Only Fans. Sorry, I didn't know this is how the universe would deliver my wishes, but it does always deliver. 

Loungin'

What do you love? 

I'm taking some artistic liberties with the throwback obscure song of the day.

Yo B, why you leave your honey all alone with me? 

It's not quite accurately where I am vibing from, it's close though. And who doesn't love LL? 

I wanna lounge wit you 

There's where I am. The creeping, OPP, snatching someone's honey is way too possessive for this moment. But I do, 

do what I gotta do.

Right now what I gotta do is lounge here in this cozy little cottage, straight out of a story book with a dogwood lined lane, and ask myself what do I love. What matters to me. There are far more challenging ways one might spend a Thursday afternoon. Gratitude, that matters. 

Perception, that matters to me. My perception only. What others think of me is none of my business. That's in part a RuPaul quote. Acknowledging the lessons I have been fortunate enough to receive, that matters. While credit matters, application matters more. 

What do you love? You should engage it more often. As often as you possibly can.  

 

What's next Cassidy? 

How fortunate am I to be able to say, fearlessly, I have no idea. 

 

With Yellow Feathers in Her Hair

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Lonely Two-Legged Creatures

There should be a video post here. I made a video post to put here last night. I looked adorable, and said clever things. I think I showcased the jewelry from WhyBeeNormal quite nicely.
It ended up being 5.5 minutes long, I was aiming for 3. It has been uploading from my phone to my drive for 12 hours and counting now.

I need an assistant, one that has technical skills.

The thing I currently love most in the ever evolving dynamic with my top, is that it completely lacks compromise.
The thing I currently find most maddening in the ever evolving dynamic with my top, is that it completely lacks compromise.

And some Indian God sewed the wound up into a hole, pulled it 'round to our bellies, to remind us the price we pay....and if we don't behave they'll cut us down again.

The influence of my top in my universe echoes everywhere, but the truth is that only small parts are directly decided by him. I do a rather impressive job managing my affairs my way, thankyouverymuch. If he were open to debating the things I seek his council on, why would I ask his opinion?

The choices we make today sets the tone for tomorrow, and determines where we will be in 6 months. 

That is my mantra for this week. It is a revised version of another that spoke to me oh about a year ago.

Phil didn't see his shadow the other day. Spring will be here soon. Winter was so very mild here in paradise. I love all four seasons, it is why I can't move any further south than here on the buckle of the bible belt. I suspect I will be a reverse snowbird if I ever retire. Spend my winters in Maine, curled up in a window seat with hot chocolate and every book by Cliver Barker, Anne Rice and Steven King. When that weekend ends, I'll watch all the movies made from the same for the rest of the long winter.

I had another trip planned this week. The choices I made months ago determined that wasn't where I will be after all.

You had a way so familiar but I could not recognize...but I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. 

This week will find Cassidy curled up at Castle of the same. Hot chocolate and how to use your electronics tutorials are on the agenda.

Where you can find me:  

Camming: where you can find so much me

OnlyFans: So much me and soon, so much me with friend/s.....

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KIK: Mistresscassidycream

All Around the World Statues Crumble for Me

Have I ever shared how much I appreciate when one is just a little bit over the line between arrogant and confident? Yes, a toe into the arrogant zone, maybe a whole leg. Listen sincere confidence is hard sometimes. Sometimes one does have to fake it, or at least that's been my experience. If someone appears truly confident, a socially acceptable level, I'm like I don't know if I can roll with you. What if it really is 100% sincere?  If I catch you acting a little arrogant, just a little, then I know you have something, I may not know the specific thing, but ya flashed your cards a little, and now I know there's something you're not so confident about. I love a contradiction, and I know I have said that here before.

I had plans. I had plans to go to Vegas. Said that here back in December when I was so very confident it was a done deal. Wasn't a paid deal, but hey little bravado and suddenly the universe is manifesting your every wish. Or at least that's been my experience.

I had plans to go to the art museum. Mandatory vanilla day, right? Were we Insta friends? You've

seen me post about Mandatory vanilla day. No one sent the memo to the intended museum that Monday's are the best day of the week.

See, I need an assistant. Because also, Mistress Cassidy didn't bother to check the museum's website for their posted hours.

Whatever, found a way cool new-to-me playground and that's as cool as an art museum on mandatory vanilla day. And I heard Sugar Ray, who at 20-something I thought was just way too arrogant but at 47, I'm like ya I hear you.

The event I wished to attend in Vegas was cancelled the night before. The universe grants my every wish, except when it would be best for me if it doesn't.

I have new plans. Hold your breath. I'm going to master this thing called patience because I am so fucking over the pop quizzes.

Travel plans will be posted when the tickets are in my inbox or maybe when we're in the air.

So Much Love for Why Bee Normal

This, by the way, is the sort of thing I most often posted to Instagram.
Actually that's not true. This is what about 50% of my recent posts looked like, I was working on editing older posts. Mistress Danielle recently gave me a private tutorial about creating an IG color palette. Who's Mistress Danielle? Hold your breath and thank Instagram, because now I need to craft a new way to introduce her. She's wicked important, I don't wish her intro to be half-assed.
In older posts you'd find mentions of how Castle Cassidy smelled like apples and cinnamon, and how much I love Mondays.
In my story you would have seen shout-outs for professionals, artists, and indie businesses. When I say cool kids support their friends projects, I practice what I preach. It's a thing that's important to me.
I won't stay angry very much longer. The truth of the matter is I haven't settled back into Insta since the first time I was suspended. My following wasn't anywhere close to what it had been before. The timing was really unfortunate though. 
Ms Pixie and I just launched another collab. Do you remember, we did one last year around Valentine's day too. This is her work:  WhyBeeNormal  She specializes in non-pierced nipple and genital jewelry. She has a half a dozen styles for attaching, from totally comfy rock it under your clothing all day to please sir it's swelling, please don't ever stop.
What? Where am I?
Oh right, Pixie. She's expanded what she offers so much since last year. There's the Story of O anklets like I am rocking above, she's introduced a few items for men, and a new style of labia jewelry that I am so in love with. Wanna see? By the time this posts, if I stay on schedule, there should be a whole collection of photos showcasing them on my OnlyFans.  And probably some like this on Snap and Twitter. See, I totes follow community guidelines.

Where you can find me: 

Camming: where you can find so much me

OnlyFans: So much me and soon, so much me with friend/s.....

email: cassidycream15@gmail.com

Fetlife: MistressCassidy

Twitter: Cassidy Cream

Insta: can choke on a d*ck

Snap: cassidycream15

KIK: Mistresscassidycream

Everything is About Sex....

Pin that, and stay with me for a moment.

There's a spot on the body, often hidden, where so much magic can happen. The ones I am most drawn to typically have a few holes. Inside of only one of those is a labyrinth that will take you deep inside the other. Inside is a spot where some types of people can flood the receiver with a nearly infinite number of seeds. Under even the most favorable conditions few if any will sprout. Of those that sprout there is a small potential that something truly amazing might grow from it, and a small, probably equal, potential that something terrible may come from it. The vast majority within those original small possibilities will spark something mundane, ordinary and just like billions of others.
Was that sexually suggestive?  

Are you sure? 

I was describing an ear, and offering suggestions to another. My vernacular just happens to be prone to visually stimulating words.  

My instagram was disabled, again. I violated community standards. Sexually suggestive content isn't allowed on Instagram.
Did you know? 

What does that even mean, to be sexually suggestive?

....except for sex, which is about power ~Oscar Wilde

My existence is sexually suggestive.
My lifestyle is explicit.
My Instagram was, all things considered, rather conservative.

Let's turn up the volume, who has time to curate the conservative & suggestive?

Where you can find me: 

Camming: where you can find so much me

OnlyFans: So much me and soon, so much me with friend/s.....

email: cassidycream15@gmail.com

Fetlife: MistressCassidy

Twitter: Cassidy Cream

Insta: can choke on a d*ck

Snap: cassidycream15

KIK: Mistresscassidycream

now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode

Can one rep old school gangsta rap, if one is a 40-something year old white woman?
Hmm, bitch please, I'm Cassidy V Cream, of course I can. Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole, Cass is about to make some bodies turn cold.

Nah, I'm just teasing. I am a copesetic zen master. I will no longer tell a motherfucker who they are. Well, I'll make an exception if you ask really nicely. It is one of my most finely honed tools, I am not unshealthing it for just any body.
I do so love this song though. The interplay of sex and violence, but set to a playful beat. It fits my intended theme. Not that anyone is catching how my obscure references echo my themes.
It'd be disappointing if my expectations were set higher.
If you want skirts sit back and observe, I just left a gang of those over there on the curb

The intended theme today is Munches. I'm getting ready for one right now. I mentioned another recently, stomped my foot & said that I would not explain what a munch is. I said google it, remember? Upon reflection, upon suggesting to a pretty kitty we should meet at a local munch and hearing "Munches are so lame.", I have reconsidered. You're welcome.
Munches are kind of lame. And that is an incredibly thoughtless thing to say, and a bit ableist to boot.
What is a munch? The fine details are going to differ from one munch to the next, and it is entirely possible that in other corners of the community they look different than what I have seen in 20 years and a half a dozen states; but a munch is for you Ms or Mr Vanilla-von-Curious. A munch is an event, typically hosted in a vanilla venue. They are play-free, and hooking up is frowned hard upon. They are hosted by someone/s dedicated enough to the community to arrange, schedule, promote and show-up for hours to tend to the newbies and the nervous in our community. I have never seen one with a fee to attend, your only expense will be whatever you choose to consume at the venue. Ergo, the host/hostess, any assistants, and any presenters are volunteering their time. When I was part of Princess Gemini entertainment, a team of 5 put about 5 hours each into hosting a 2 hour munch.
Unless you have put the hours in to host one, you do not get to say it is lame, you thoughtless pedestrian muggle. Oh that slipped, old habits and all.

I present here, as a playfully informative, professional in the BDSM/Kink community. Or at least that

is how I hope I present. That isn't what brought me to it though. What brought me to kink is that I have a libido like a 19 year old boy, and it has never waivered. I'm a sadist, I love making people uncomfortable- when they ask nicely and beg a little. I am an experience junky and connoisseur. My gray part and my pink parts demand quality in quantity. 
I want to play, hard.

None of that will happen at a munch. Ever. Anywhere. We show up anyway. The leaders in our community, tops and bottoms, show up to give back. We want to answer your questions. We want you to feel welcomed. We want you to feel safe. We want you to reach out if you have a question. We want you to have a place to arrange to meet that he-sounds-perfect guy from Fetlife, with witnesses. And we want to hear what new ideas are being brought to the community. What fresh projects and ideas are being introduced. I truly love opportunities to show support to other upcoming professionals and creators in the scene. I don't want to frighten the TNG'ers in the room, but for those of us who can claim 20, 30 or more years in the lifestyle, we didn't have Fetlife's or Facebook's event tabs mapping where the cool people hang out for us. Someone made these spaces for you so you can safely explore the community we built. If you wish to be viewed as a potential of quality and caliber, you show up and bring your respect, or you won't be invited anywhere else.

It's Been Some Time Since We Last Spoke....

This is gonna sound like a bad joke...
No one knew I was jamming to Doja Cat, Tia Tamera in the last post. Woah, sad face. My twins big like Tia, Tia Tamara. Well not mine really, but....<look at me keeping a secret with just tiny, pay attention or you'll miss them, bread crumbs>.  I think this title will prove easier. 
My intention today actually is not a Dear Diary entry. The current playlist is for another entry, the one future me is writing around the end of February. <ya hungry? There's an easter egg for a select few> 
I so miss the sound when the record changes. Some Youtuber should create it and then let that be the commercial break when we're drifting. 

I believe in the sand beneath my toes I swear, I had no idea the lyrics were all drug references until it had imprinted itself deep. I thought we were on a dance floor when we bumped again and then bumped again. Because I do believe in the faith that grows and the right four chords can make me cry. Totes missed that he was taking sips of it to his nose. Eww. 
I intended to type about fetishes today. Just a primer, and maybe I'll share one of mine. Have we met? I'm all about sharing, oversharing even. 
The first response on Google defines "fetish" as, a form of sexual desire in which gratification is linked to an abnormal degree to a particular object, item of clothing, part of the body, etc. 
Does anyone look further than the first response on Google?
I disagree, and I have as much authority as Google to define what it means to have a fetish. My biggest objection is the use of the word "abnormal".
Someone, sorry I forget who so I can not bump ya, I follow on Twitter posted something like, "Is that a real thing, a pot smoking fetish?". Dozens of people had already schooled her, so I skipped it. I was more taken back by, is it a thing that people in the adult industry don't know the basics of fetishes? I know, my meter is out of kilter with the mainstream, but is it out of sync even in the small offshoots?
Anything can be a bookmark, your grandma can be a bookmark. Oops, wrong hat. That reference was way obscure. If you know it, I'll grant you official status among the cool kids. No Google cheating though. Either you know it or you don't, I will know if you are a poser.
Anything can be a fetish. and in and of itself, that is completely normal. Your fetish may be odd, your tastes may be obscure, but having a fetish is normal.
Mistress Cassidy does indeed have the authority to declare such things.
I don't recall how young I was the first time I encountered the word fetish. My dictionary at the time suggested that it was when a person could only achieve arousal by engaging with the object of their fetish. This lead a past me to contemplate if that meant that many men were putting their bits in shoes, and to be petrified of what women who liked shoes may be doing with them.
If anyone is still holding onto a definition like that, let me free you. That definition is more dated than my fondness for yellow disks in the center of black disks and the sound they make when the arm moves the next one in rotation onto the spindle.
I have a fondness for records. It triggers a nostalgic break for me. I do not have a fetish for records.
I propose that most people have a fetish, or several in their wiring. It isn't just my involvement in the BDSM community that has lead me to believe this, but because of that I am not bashful about asking people what excites them. I am also in tune to hear the difference between when a person is talking about a thing they are fond of and a thing that excites them in other ways.
Let's do this. When you read the next sentence you are going to join what was a very exclusive group, People Who Know One of Mistress Cassidy's Fetishes. Ready? I have a thing for striped shirts. I have a fondness for stripes in general. I like orderly things, but artistically pleasing orderly things. This is different. There are a couple types of striped shirts, that when worn by people with certain body types, that just...um...omi. I can feel my eyes dilate. I can hear my pulse quicken. Whoever is wearing it will have my undivided for at least a minute. Have we met? A minute of my undivided is a thing of note. I will not violate this person's boundaries. If they are a tool, my fascination with them will end in about a minute. I have had many, many magical moments with not a striped shirt in sight or even in my imagination. A fetish is not a compulsion. It is not a requirement. It is simply an atypical arousal response to what's probably a rather mundane thing. Chances are, even if you hold a more popular fetish, like say feet, your particular angle, is likely unique. It is not abnormal, but rather another one of those ways we are each different, just like everybody else.

  

I am the Big Idea

That last name that tune was way too easy. I had hoped it would be. Aside from my exhibitionist tendencies, I'd lose all hope for humanity if my average reader didn't know what clams on a half shell and roller skates had to do with one another.
Bent the whole world over and said...
Light bulb. This is a thing now. An every entry, until my attention span grows tired of it thing. I'll reference what I am listening to, and if you guess it right AND if you follow my OnlyFans I'll send you a free, bonus, exclusive pic. It'll give me an opportunity to work on my subtility.
This is not the promised nude. I haven't taken the first nude selfie of 2020. The mood just hasn't struck me yet. It'll be soon, hold your breath.  I love when a subbie is all blue around the edges.

I managed to distract myself there. With the light bulb, not my legs as hot as they may be. For real, that idea sparked as I was typing and asking myself if it would be too vulgar and/or too obscure to use beat the pussy up call peta...he wanna eat up the caesar instead of the quote I went with above.  I was intending a perfectly innocent post to share my agenda for the next couple weeks, engaging your imagination was an accident.

Speaking of accidents, that is a thing I did intend to share. I am still in need of a body shop.It is becoming embarrassing. No not driving my car with a boo-boo, idgaf about cars. Did I ever share that story? I use to drive this really rough whip. I was out with this boy I was totally trying to seduce and I explained, when riding in my ugly car one should wear really nice sunglasses & pretend they are someone fabulous. That I was currently pretending to be Marilyn Monroe, then I asked who he wanted to be. He responded with well I guess I am whomever is sleeping with Marilyn Monroe. We hadn't yet at that time btw, ya tipped your hand there Mr President. The state of my car doesn't embarrass me. That I am a goddamn dominatrix, with an inbox full of people with penises claiming they'd do anything to please you Goddess, and I can't seem to get a recommendation much less a volunteer, that is embarrassing.
Agenda sharing, stay focused Cassidy. So it seems I may be cancelling Vegas. I am so disappointed by this. Maybe the universe will send a different message at the last minute, I love a last minute change of plans. Right now though a couple vanilla things have suggested that I should hang locally this month.
With that being the case, I will be attending several local events. There are a couple munches, essentially one a week. I can't yet keep track of which ones are cool to promote publically and which would prefer only word of mouth invitations. It's one of the significant ways the scene here differs from New England. Protecting the locations of public events so as to protect those attending was just not a thing back home, here it is. So rather than accidentally disclose one that would prefer not to be, reach out privately if you wish to meet me at an event. These are not vetted events. I should probably define what a munch is, shouldn't I? But I don't want to, you have Google don't you?
A few munches, one demo and I hope to hit that club I like or to find a new one, a closer one. There will be some significant content creating this month, kicking off in about a week. Want to be a part of it? Of course you do, and there are options for how you can be. Once I turn my attention to content, there will be no one on one sessions unless you agree to being in my content. Don't panic, this isn't likely to be forever this time, this is a trial run of a couple weeks I imagine. But it is a trial run of the direction I wish to go, if you have been hoping to serve me but have been too shy to come forward, I suggest you put some pep in your step. So allowing your scene with me to be filmed is one option. The second is you can pretend to be a producer, or a set designer or ya know whatever role you take in your movie star fantasy. This is my current WISHLIST. It ranges from very modest tokens of your thoughtfulness to a camera to create higher quality content. About half of the items are things I have such special ideas for, the other half are the things I guess Santa thought I was too naughty to leave under my tree. Gifts from my wishlist, if you wish, will be responded to with my thanks in whatever content I use them in. Of course if you prefer to remain anonymous, I will protect your privacy as I always have. The final way to be a part of my universe, subscribe to my OnlyFans. I am so excited to finally really kick off this project. Right now is a bit of an exploratory phase, because of that I am open to ideas. If you are showing support for this project, I will entertain special requests.

There is just one more thing I wished to share in this post. Do it Cass, commit to it in virtual ink. Appealing to a wide audience is a valid business strategy when one is focused on quantity. I am, I have always been authentic. As someone who entered the community as a professional first and later, much more recently than you may imagine, explored it from a lifestyle pov I have kept my more personal and sometimes dissenting opinions out of my public voice. I am blessed to no longer be terribly concerned about the quantity of engagements I have. I am far more interested in the quality now. It is my intention to begin sharing some of my more personal opinions here. You'll want to watch for those posts.