It's been a long time since i've posted a blog. I"ve been pretty busy.

The job at the grocery store down the street seems...Promising. I go back for a third interview on Friday. I bring my Social Security card, and my Photo ID. Since they're asking for that, I think that's a good indicator that I might have the job, but we'll see.

I'm a bit sexually frustrated right now. I don't know if Big Brother, a.k.a. He-who-must-not-be-named, is still in recovery from his Gall Bladder Attack, or what. One thing is for sure though, I am horny as a motherfucker.

It's actually depressing me right now. I am fighting the urge to

Victory

Well the day before yesterday I did another photo shoot. I was happy with the results this time. I dressed up in a leather jacket and thong and did these artistic/ballet poses i'd been working on the whole day. Even Odin said that these were much better...The photo shoot from before was a disaster...And in the photo shoots before those he said I had much more character.

He ended up editing one I didn't like...But I have the other ones to use at my disposal. So i'm glad...

I got fired from my job yesterday...But it's okay because I plan to

Let down...

I found myself a little distraught after the photo shoot. I was sad to have let myself down, and my photographer. I try to think, though, that he got angry at him...And told me my photos were bad, so that I could become a better model. Which I know is true...Because, when I go out on photo or video gigs(Foot fetish, girl on girl...I've already been to a few of those.) those photographers aren't going to be as nice. Really, his honest is a courtesy to me. It's only going to help me grow, and to be so good in the future that no one is going to be able to shoot me down with something that might hurt my feelings. I am entering the modeling business...It is a cutthroat world...I'm already black, and not an ideal model size or height(Well, I am 117 lbs....Which might pass...But I am only 5'0, and oobviously the sort of girls that get these gigs are either 1)White or could pass for white or cater to what "White" people consider attractive, i.e. Asian and Hispanic, 2)At least tall.)

Ashamed...

I'm sort of ashamed of myself right now. I and Big Brother shot today...I, in my sexy nurse outfit...But the photos did not come out to the best of my ability...You can view one of the epic fails on the upper right side of the page.

I hate mediocre work...So I am going to call out from work tomorrow and redo the shoot. I don't care at this point.

As you might have gathered, Big Brother is my photographer. Although he is also my boyfriend, he is a very strict photographer. He wants perfection...And I don't blame him. Who would pick up a camera, if not to create the greatest art possible? Even if it is simply only the greatest work within one's capacity. And even if that range of capacity weren't that great...One would still want to do their best.

I am ashamed of myself because I could do better.

In other news, I just saw "Zombieland". I t was a b-day for Mia that all four of us go(I still don't know how fuckin old she is...). I totally recommend it...It's fucking hilarious.

I might add some more to this post in the morning

Empty Shell

Damiana is an empty shell of a person. She is an automaton. I hate that her desire to please, comes before her desire to live life, her life, to the fullest. I would never think that altruism could have such dark shades...But, I guess I was wrong. She is a mime...She mimics her Master. The things that he says...And whatever he tells her, she believes. Don't get me wrong, Big Brother is VERY intelligent. He's the most intelligent person in this household. He's one of those people who can build things with their hands in a matter of seconds, he can draw lifelike things, he can play bass guitar...He's one of those DnD nerds you love to hate for their intelligence. But she idolizes him as if he were a God.

We did a photo shoot a few months ago. He was teaching us about photography, since we're both interested in learning, and not just being models. We were learning about Split, Loop, Butterfly, and Rembrandt Lighting. He gave us as assignment, to use either him or each other(But not ourselves, obviously) in order to create a photo using one of the styles of lighting we had just learned.

I decided to use her, and she decided to use Big Brother.

When it was my turn, I used her. I had already mapped out my idea. Since I am inspired by the Gothic and the Primitive(Well, I am inspired by lots of things...But I think all of my work will pretty much look like , or a Black Metal band) I chose to use the Pokot tribe as my inspiration. I wanted the photo to look primitive and fierce...Like a cross between "The Exorcist and Broadway's The Lion King". I used Summer's Eve(According to Damiana, the infamous, "Vag Powder", LOL) on her face in order to create the look of the clay-textured face paint that those from the tribe wear during rituals(Especially the (coming-of-age) rituals of young girls getting their Periods). I knew I wanted to use minimal light...To have the subject shrouded in darkness, save a few spots, such as the face and the body.

When I shot her, she kept getting antsy...Her body was trying to come up with a pose. Eventually she broke down, and her and Big Brother had a long discussion, which included her saying, "I was to perform for you..." Blasay blasay....Him telling her that she needed to work on her poses...More blasay blasay...

And then she used him as a subject. He was a cowboy, in a Weird West scenario. The finished product came out good...But she made it known that she wanted to please him with her photo.

She's not really an artist at all. Real artist...And there are MANY pseudo ones out there, are passionate about what they do...And they do what they do from the heart...It might not be politically correct...It might not be correct on any front...In fact it could be antisemitic, racist, sexist, homophobic, anti-Obama, pro-Clitorectomy...But it is about what the artist, he or she, believes in.

I feel that Damiana is not a free individual, and you know what? She isn't. Obviously. I just get sick and tired about the fact that the one thing we have control over as human beings...I mean, I might never become rich or famous, Hell, I might not, though let's hope that isn't true, because published in a wide-spread fashion for the whole world to see...But I will always have the freedom to say what is on my mind. That much you can't take away from me. You can choose not to publish it...But you can't kill me for saying it.

I remember a conversation we had a few months ago...I can't even remember how we started discussing Communism. Big Brother believes in Socialism...And so do I. I believe that everyone is equal and everyone deserves a fair shot at life. I have a problem with people who aren't doing anything for themselves getting benefits, though...Which, well, that is one way I could see how Socialism could go wrong. But, Socialism, as BB put it, is "By the people, for the people". It's a utopian democracy.

He was trying to explain to Damiana...He actually tries to educate her...That Communism is a bad thing...Because it doesn't allow any sort of freedom for the individual. Communism is totalitarianism. You dissent(Wow,I really can't figure out how to spell that one right now) you die. Ironically, his being a Master is a form of totalitarianism, or could be. But, as i've said, he's actually trying to teach Damiana how to be...more Self-sufficient, hopefully so one day(Especially when her sub pet comes back from Kansas), she'll be able to live without him, or, since she'll still be living with us more than likely, won't be as dependent on him.

Well, Damiana kept defending Communism, saying that it provided,"More than we needed".I kept trying to explain to her that that isn't the point. The point isn't whether or not your needs are satisfied...But that what if you want more, simply because you want it? I wouldn't want the government to provide what it considers for me to be enough, if I can pay for more. What if the burger they give you isn't enough to feed fatty? What if you want more from your life than the machine-like existence they give you?

I gave another example...Saying that the art in a Communist society would be something akin to,"Smiley face equals happy", "Frowning face equals sad", "Vertical line equals hungry". Big Brother actually agreed with me, saying that is exactly what it is...Government control of expression.

I'm still not sure how she is able to defend that sort of thing. I mean, I know she is a Sub, and I know she is use to someone else having power over her, and thus they are like,but still...To apply that to everyone in the world when it should just be applied to you is pretty selfish.

I adore my freedom of choice..

If I had the link, i'd post some Devo:D

You're a Mean One, M.r. Grinch:D

I do not mean to be...But sometimes I find myself being a malicious person. I don't consider myself to be a mean person. But sometimes I hate the fact that Damiana lives in the same place as I do so much...Hate the fact that every waking hour, every time I come home from work...She'll be there...Like some twisted and deranged Stepford wife. I find myself wishing she'll go out on one of her gigs and never return, and end up raped or something traumatic...Even dead.

When she came home from her dancing gigs, I could tell something was wrong even though she didn't say anything. It turns out that a day after a dancing gig, this time at a private dance(Of only two), she was approached for sex. I guess it was all they wanted.

Nothing ended up happening...But, for someone of her mentality, I guess it was pretty detrimental.

Somehow, though, I find myself...Not caring. As malicious as that it. I just don't.

I guess I don't have much sympathy/empathy for her because she will use those situations, and come home, all "Broken up"...So that Big Brother will pity her, and keep her around....Because, you know, she can't possibly take care of herself, and you don't want to put her out on the street...

As far as the dance...She couldn't know that would happen. But there have been other times when she has walked straight into her own defeat. Like when she almost got herself involved in illegal prostitution...And then when Big Brother told her how exactly she was involving herself in something illegal, and then she kept defending her doing it, and then him asking her how she would declare her innocence, she said, "Well...I would just say that I didn't know...".

Obviously, if you commit a crime...No matter what it is...Whether you were aware it was a crime or not, you're going to get some degree of punishment.

But common sense does not occur to her.

She will never move beyond Big Brother, and the fact that he does not love her in any way, except as a Master to a Slave(Although, as I have said, he is not as brutal a Master as he could be, in any respect).

She is always in a futile, and perpetual struggle to please him with her pancakes, with her sandwich-makingskills, with her knowledge of, maybe not useless, but random facts about video games and books(She knows a lot quantitatively, but not qualitatively. I mean, i'm sorry, but if you know so-and-so black mage from Dungeons and Dragons, yet defend Communism...There is a vast...Difference between what you call Wisdom, as opposed to Intelligence.)

Big Brother is her mentor...And he seriously believes that she needs him. But I think he enables her to be weak. Apparently, in the past, she has fallen for all the wrong sorts of men, and ended up used and abused...Told to suck their dick in order to "Repent" for her having "Had sex with other men"...Mind games...She hadn't had sex with other men, yet they made her feel guilty for something she didn't do, and then made her make up for something that she, well, didn't do.

But experience breeds knowledge, and you can't tell me that she could possibly think it okay to repeat the same mistake. I don't care your brain is wired...If you keep getting stung...Eventually you'll learn to remove the stinger.

Damiana is punished right now. Every time she "Fucks up" she is punished for a certain amount of time.

The first time she was punished, at least that I know of, she stole money from the cup we use for communal finances(Rent, food, transportation, a family trip to the movie theatre or the mall, or even money for an individual as long as they make it known that they're a) taking money from the cup, and b) how much they're taking.) Apparently, she took more than she was suppose to(Don't quote me on the entire story, I actually can't remember it well), money we didn't have...That is why we would have been short on the rent money(I think), but Big Brother had me chip in a little more than he wanted me to that month, and so we had all the rent money back. I just remember one night...Me and Mia were on the floor in the living room watching something, and we saw him bring her into the bathroom, carrying a big, metal poll. My mind just said, "Ooouch...". We heard screaming coming from the bathroom, and looked at each other, but surprisingly, we only heard two loud ones, and then the others were not as discernible.

She ended up having a bruise on both of her cheeks that had the appearance of third degree burns for about two weeks.

Saturday the Third

So I woke up about fifteen minutes or so. I went to sleep at about three or four. I think it was three going on four. So I am justified in waking up around noon. I don't really like to sleep in late, unless my body is really craving it, because I could be getting work done...Take new photos, especially so I can better learn how to pose for the camera.(Which is what me and "Big Brother" are doing at the moment, as well as trying to give me new photos for my artistic resume.). Or I could be planning other photo shoots...The things I could buy for them(I currently have a list of things to buy, like more Corsets...So I can finally branch into Gothic Photography, a Satanic cloak/robe...So I can use for a Halloween-themed, well, Satanic-themed photo shoot, replete with human sacrifice, hehe...Black wings...A schoolgirl skirt, lace gloves, pvc wear- especially pants, and a bustier, a thigh-length black pencil skirt, etc etc).

It is a rainy day. It's cold. Obvious that winter is around the corner.

I had a bowl of cereal(Raisin Grain), and now am sitting around hopping that we can get this photo shoot done today. We tried to get it done Thursday, but the camera had been left on and the CR-V3 batteries inside had died(Happens at least once a year, Big Brother had comically offered.). By the time we had gone to and from the place we had bought batteries from(We also bought leggings for the ensuing cold months, the sun had set...That was the light we needed for the shoot...Otherwise we would be working with light bulbs...And that isn't the sort of light you want for a shoot...

I mean you could use light bulbs, and then photo shop it into the light you want(Black/White, Flourescent, etc etc). But it is not ideal...

I have a Nurse's outfit that I am going to use. It looks like the model for the shoot isn't going to show. There was going to be a black male model, whom I was going to "murder" in the shoot...Dousing my costume and him with blood and "slicing and dicing" him with a butcher's knife...Slowing getting naked in each shot.

But it is alright that he is not going to show. I was going to shoot either with or without a model...And it looks like i'm going to be shooting without one.

I need to call the grocery store down the street on Monday, and speak with Anna.

I played hookie yesterday because I do not want to go to my job. I hate working six to eight hours doing something that does not please me. At least if I work at the grocery store I will only have to walk two blocks, and hopefully work around five to six hours a day, getting off at around 4 to 5 each day.

We'll see.

The sex before...

The last time we had sex, I was having intercourse with Big Brother while Damiana crouched down on the bed(Well the floor...We live in a 900/mo apt, but so far have no money for a bed/or mattress. We're a bunch of starving artist.) and licked my crotch. She slid her fingernails into me...Her fingers are short, but felt long and cold...Like something boney. It felt good, mostly. But she doesn't have much of a fingering technique. Sometimes it just feel boney.

I felt sensations from every angle...From above, from below, from my nipples...From every extremity. I felt something inside me, something on the surface of my skin, grazing across my flesh, taunting me, with ticklish goosebumps...

We had sex after a photo shoot/video shoot for an ethnic bondage site. It was the first time we had got along in a long time. She was the Dom, and I was her Slave.

I got tied up: Against one wall, against another, with one leg up, on a table, and finally I got hog tied to a bed.

She's a pretty good actress. I put my face into her butt for an anal worship video, she tickled me so that I would love, and she used a Magic Wind Vibrator on me that made me have countless orgasms(About 7 per video segment).

Damiana's Hispanic...I am black.

Journal Entry

An entry from my journal...

I am not sure how I should feel...Now that I am officially, "Going out" with Big Brother. Well, I use to think I could be in a relationship with more than one person...Because I use to think I could handle it. I use to think of it as a necessary requirement to being in a relationship. I remember something a friend of mine once told me. That, if you "Love someone", something like that shouldn't phase you. As long as everyone involved knows...A poly-amorous relationship can work just fine. I use to think that it would almost strengthen a relationship...But now I am not so sure. Now I think it has the opposite effect. We are all living in the same household. The shared, and the shareholder.

I understand that one of them is his ex, and the other is his Slave...He cannot live without his ex because he has been with her for ten years...He cannot live without his Slave because she is his right arm. If he has a backache, she massages him...If he, as he has had the past week, has a gallbladder attack, she is the better equipped to take him to the hospital, and to take care of him as the doctor has ordered.

But should I feel "Less loved" because I am in this situation. Sometimes I feel like shit...Like, if the previous night, I was the receiver of affection, or sex...And the next day or night I have to watch him flirt with another(It's never Damiana, sexually...He just bites her neck, or spanks her...). If I see that same affection given to someone else, should I feel less loved? I try not to...But sometimes I feel inadequate. As if, i'm not as good a companion as Damiana...Or as if I not as good a hostess, or as likeable a person.

I'm girl no. 1...But why do I feel like at the end of the day I don't matter? I love "Big Brother",and I can see myself being with him for a long time...And I don't think i'm getting ahead of myself in this.

I find him to be one of the most genuinely benign men I have met in my life.

Interesting fact:
Damiana is an exhibitionist. She once revealed her naked body on a subway train in order to pose for one of "Big Brother's" shots.

Slave days...

I love being tied up, having rough sex, and letting my partner take the reigns and do whatever he(Or she, if it was a she) wants with me, during sex. But I could never be a Slave...

Although I do find it a bit repulsive to offer up one's self to anyone...Just...The thought of willingly being a Slave is against my fatalistic instincts to live life to the fullest as a human being(Which is why I am also not housewife material, along with not being a candidate for Sub)

...I understand how it is fascinating to some.

I use to have daydreams when I was younger. Of being a Slave. I am Black, so I did not just dream of being a Slave, but a Black Slave, as well. I wanted to be a light-skinned(Or "Yellow skinned", Melungeon, or Mulatto) girl...Well, I actually am...

But I wanted a Slavemaster to own me. Desire me. For him to visit me where I and the other Slaves slept. Eventually, to give me a room in his house, and dress me up in fancy gowns, and give me jewels. To spank me when I was bad...To spank me when I had sex with another slave(Spank, sometimes whip so hard I bled.) and to hunt for me, rifle in hand, when I ran away.

I even had fantasies of abuse...

An abusive husband...A rivalry between me over my body.

These were things I romanticized for some reason...

I realize now that the lengths I went to with those fantasies were...Sick.

But I do realize how some find it fascinating.

I guess for some being owned is a wish fulfillment...I know with the Sub I live with..."Damiana", It makes her feel wanted, loved, useful...I guess she is really just built for submission. She really doesn't have a will of her own, nor wants one...She is content to serve her Master, and make sure his will is done.

He once brought over a couple he knew from high school...The whole night he was dictating to her, rather meanly, to bring hot dogs...And then when he was done...To make a sandwich with specific ingredients...And then to bring certain beverages. I was kind of embarrassed for her...She kept pouting, saying things like..."Oh, yes Master", etc etc.

Interesting fact:
Damiana likes to prance around the house naked, especially in front of Big Brother. It can get pretty aggravating...You would think she would have more...Grace...Than to flirt with a man who is taken(Even if it's by two gals, lol). There is no mistake about it. She doesn't go to another room and drop the towel. She drops the towel in front of him. Without fail. Every time.

So Good It Hurts...

A few days ago....The day before yesterday, I think, D talked about how she has something called,"Sub Space"...Or rather, it isn't something she"has", but a thing that registers in her brain. I am not sure if it is conscious or unconscious.

Http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subspace_%28BDSM%29 ...For a definition.

Basically, as she explains it, when she is either being punished or, as a nonpunishment, is involved in an act of BDSM...Big Brother being the instigator...Especially when that punishment could be detrimental to her physical wellbeing, such as being spanked to the point of bodily injury, she goes into this state...Her body does not register the pain that she is feeling, and she even gets wet from the experience...

Pervy Gents...

I am an envious person...At least, as far as my boyfriend is concerned. When I got into this relationship, I didn't think I would be sharing him...At least, not with Damiana.

Well...Me and Damiana were friends at the beginning. We had even come close to becoming lovers...The first few weeks, we had a three-way relationship thing going. We even had a threesome...On a stormy night in his studio.

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It is through "Big Brother" that we met. I met him online...

He is a photographer. He was interested in me because I had sent him a picture of me, from a few years back when I was in college. I had a mohawk then...Green and vibrant...He had seen that and was interested in working with me.

I was in a shelter at the time...So he had Damiana come and get me.

That night, we shot some erotic(a), fetish and artistic nude photography...For the first time, I was even tied up in the BDSM style...For one photo, me and Damiana posed together with sort of vampiric lust as I pretended to bite her neck.

In most of the photos from that night, she was droopy-eyed...So we couldn't use any of those images.
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Anyways...

Yeah...So I am an envious person. I guess it doesn't make sense...The most he does to her is bite her on the neck, or let her caress his chest...While I get sex...I guess he does this as "Reparations" for not having sex with her...

But sometimes I just find myself so full of anger...And hatred. Like..."She's a Slave...What right does she have to get close to him at all???". It confounds me...She mostly touches him without permission, and sometimes I wish he would make her ask him...

She isn't as much of a Slave as she could be...Because he isn't as strict a Master as he could be. He is more like her mentor...He tries to teach her about

Some of them want to use you, Some of them want to get used by you...

Yesterday was the first time in a long, long time that Big Brother, Damiana, and myself had a sexual encounter with all three of us in the same room, and all three of us involved.

For the most part, Me and Big Brother resort to having sex in front of her. Because...For the most part, she is always there, and, if we only had sex the times she wasn't there, well, we wouldn't be having sex very often...She is an emotionally dependent type...A very needy person. I think she remains in the house on purpose...Often, when she has to go out for "Work", she will end up missing the transportation(Subway or bus) and either having to go to a gig later on in the day, or not at all(Thus staying in the house all day, and giving us neither the time nor the space to have sex.).

Sometimes, we wait until she(And Mia, the ex) is out of the house, usually on one of her gigs. (She's a professional Dominatrix, but a Slave in her day-to-day life. She also dances, and models.)

But when the former happens...Us having sex in front of her, Big Brother tries to do something to her to not make her feel left out...Kissing her, biting her, fingering her...Something.

Well...Yesterday we didn't exactly sleep together. At least, not I and Damiana, and not her and Big Brother...

But we were both able to let go of our envy long enough to enjoy the time we were spending with him. Her, in a sort of closeness with her Master, and I with my boyfriend.

I rode my boyfriend, for a long time. Probably for about an hour and a half to two hours...When I was done, I was sweating all over. I am pretty sure I burned off a lot of calories, if not all of them from the previous day.

I sucked him off for a good while too.

Damiana kissed him. Mostly his forehead.

As a Slave, she doesn't have the same rights as I do...She is there for his pleasure.

Machiavelli's The Prince is a good example...Big Brother is the head, and she... Is some other part of the body. Some...Unimportant...Almost nonexistent part.

Without the head, the body cannot exist. That is, speaking in terms of political systems, and other forms of hierachies.
As he explains it, she is a physical manifestation of his will. She is his right arm.

Damiana says that he is a chauvinist...But I do not see. In some ways I do...But when you allow yourself to be used and abused...When you transfer that power to another human being...Do not expect them to both to not take it and then, when they do seize that power, not to use it recklessly. She is the homemaker of the household, and there are duties she must perform throughout. She lives and works for Big Brother...She goes out and...Not sells her body, because that would be illegal(Hint hint Google:p), but goes out on gigs where she , all so that she can please Big Brother and have the rent for him/us to stay in the place we are living now.

When she wakes up, usually around 9-ish(He is being more lenient on her now and letting her sleep later), she cleans all of the floors of the house, and does all of the household duties.

The night before, before she is allowed to sleep, she has to make sure all of the dishes are washed.

I will mention at this point, so all of us don't look like douche's....That we all work. I myself work as a cashier/stock and put in about 2-400(Depending on how much she makes a month, because she can easily bring in $1600/mo, but sometimes, because of the seasons and whatnot ends up bringing in less.)

The thing is...
She wants to be used
She wants to feel owned, because, in a sick sort of way, it makes her feel wanted.
He once told me that her only desire in life, "Is to be cherished in a household."
I just wish it weren't this one...

Honestly, I am not sure why she does it. Or even how she brings herself to do it. He's told me that she has been this way since high school, even though he didn't know her then. She has a natural desire to please.

But me and "Big Brother" have come to a strict understanding.

I am not a Slave.

All three of us girls living in this apartment with him entrust to him our money, at least that which is put in for the rent, because, as far as that goes, he is the budget master.

But I have dreams...My ultimate goal is to be an artist. To be a free-thinking individual is how I will leave a mark on this world...Or at least hope that I will.

I serve no one.
That is my will.
It is what I live for.

He kept talking about us taking turns on his dick...But I am glad he was not serious about that. He said it jokingly, and got annoyed with her slavish, Wench ways of asking him, "My Lord"...Trying to woo him into letting her suck his dick or ride it...Like the Medieval bitch that she is.

Later on that day she spanked my bottom constantly, and drew her nails softly against my skin.

I wasn't a fan of the spanking, because well, it mostly hurt in a non appealing sort of way...But the way she tickled my flesh by drawing her nails against it gave my skin goosebumps, in a very good way.

It gave my body that sensation that said, "Stop...I"m being ticked.", but I wanted her to continue.

You can call me a bitch, but my reasoning for a) Having sex with Big Brother while she is in the room, or b) Hiding it from her and waiting til she leaves(I'm fine with either) is that she chose to be a Slave.

She chooses to wait on him hand and foot. She is not his girlfriend. She does not have the right to demand that she a)Have sex with him, or b)That we stop because it's damaging her psyche that she has to watch...She can choose to leave the room. That much she can do.

I shouldn't have to hold back on my feelings for him, or not get mine after a long week at work, just to appease her...

Interesting fact:
Damiana is the slave of the household.

The reason I chose the name "Big Brother" for my boyfriend is because that is the name she chose . Either that, "My Lord", "Sir". Apparently,"Big Brother" is an incestuous reference. She has an incest fetish...

Introduction

Hello there, reader.

My name is Coco Noir.

No, this is not my real name, but it is the alias I have chosen for this site. It is my stage name. I am a model and an adult star...Well, rising star, at least.

I live in a household of three interesting people:

My boyfriend, whom is a Master in the Bondage, Discipline/Domination, Submission/Sadism, and Masochism lifestyle, and whom I will here call, "Big Brother"
His slave, whom shall be called, "Damiana"
And his ex-girlfriend whom shall be called, "Mia"

I will not write in any particular order...
I will simply write as I am inspired to write...
As events unfold...

If you have any questions to me, regarding how I deal with this living arrangement, or questions to them regarding their lifestyle, please contact me.