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“All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players...” I am beginning to believe Shakespeare’s words. I never really gave it much thought before (and never really studied Shakespeare to begin with), but recently I have felt it more than ever. Perhaps the tickling forum...

So I just started an advanced Urban Arboriculture class, and although I am not going into any further details on that, I will say that today’s class in particular made me blush. Our first class started off harmless enough in that we were discussing all the necessary and vitally important PPE...

Ever thought about using a safeword during your sessions? Do you refuse to use them? Find them useless? Is it a crucial element of play for you? Maybe you are like me in that, they are good to have in your back pocket in case you need to use one, but you’d really rather not. Whatever category...

I love my feet! My size 9.5’s are my favourite part of my body, hence the name I’ve given myself – the Barefoot Maiden. I never paid much attention to them until I had met my husband and he would fuss and fawn over them daily. For the fifteen years that we knew each other, I never had to paint...

When I was at NEST, I went up to one gentleman's room to have a mini session. He opened up his door and said to me," 'Will you walk into my parlor? said the spider to the fly;' ". I surprised him by replying, "' 'Tis the prettiest little parlor that I ever did spy!' " ...I read the poem again...

So.....this being my first NEST and hearing about the kidnappings made me curious enough to give it a go myself. So Kevin (Kevin_kidnapped) and I filled out the application months in advance to be kidnapped at NEST 2017. (That’s a lot of “kidnapping”). Kevin didn’t even remember what we had...

First of all, let me say that I didn’t believe people when they said that after NEST, there was often a big crash after the weekend with all the fun being over and depression settling in. Okay....I get it now. I am beginning to experience that as well, along with feeling all the sore muscles in...

“What is a pie chain?” is a question I have been asked countless times when I have been in the chat room. A friend or two pops the question on when was the last time I used it, and then everyone else in the room unfamiliar with my pie chain suddenly wants to know about it. I’ve finally decided...

I get strange dreams from time to time, but this one in particular is really something else! I was sitting in a chair at a large table in a plain room with several other chairs around the table. There were many people in the room – kind of like a waiting room. It was windowless, but with...

For those of you who do not know me, PianistBill, or the history between us - this is a blog I feel I desperately need to write. I first ran into Bill mid November and we started chatting. I treated him the same way I do with every person I begin chatting to - I was very open and friendly. We...