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.