Just recently a Lifestyle friend asked to be a guest at my Home while he worked in my fair city for a week. Truth be told, I’m not big on house guests that stay for more than a nite or two, and I agree totaly with Ann Landers, author of Wake Up and Smell the Coffee!:: Advice, Wisdom, and Uncommon Good Sense when she said:

“Fish & guests begin to smell after3 days.”

It’s never easy, being ungracious - but it seems to get easier the older and crankier I get and the more hectic our traveling schedule becomes. I offered a nice dinner, and the suggestion of a clean, but cheap hotel in the area. Oh it was so hard to say, no, until the conversation turned to what’s new in his life, in the 2 years we haven’t spoken.

I don’t know what surprised me more, full-time public cross-dressing in his small TX town where his young children live, or that he couldn’t understand how taken aback I was that his planned visit to my small, ultraconservative city, would be done 100% of the time as a Woman.

Now don’t get me wrong, I understand the nature of men who feel trapped in the wrong outside and I LOVE playing dress up - but I’m Old School when it comes to putting myself on display and causing others to be uncomfortable in public places. I have always strived to stay under the radar of public scrutiny, so  I don’t hang floggers off my purse, or wear a corset in Wa-Mart. The only outward symbol of roy’s submission, sits on his left hand, a tiny collar of gold that matches mine, exchanged on our wedding day. Even as a Mother I’ve strived to maintained a Home that my Son and his friends could hang out in, and never know the true dynamic and foundation of our BDSM relationships.

It is that same desire for a “normal” presentation of myself, that allows me to just say no, to public displays of kinkatude, no matter the fashion of the day .