One of the singular joys, hell, really the only reward for my frequent quasi-literary blatherings on this site is the perverse vanity of a writer who happens upon their own work after some passage of time.  I can't help but feel, "Hell, gurl, you can write!"  

I can't add much to the recent posts, except to say that they have become increasingly the norm in my secret submissive transvestite alternate life.  The weed-hypno-stockings triad continues to enrapture my weakened mind.  I'm in heaven...

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