What you see is what you get

This week, Food For Thought Friday has asked about anonymity online;  to what extent do we hide (or indeed show) who we really are.

As those who know me in real life, or have met me at some event will know, I am reasonably open and out there. The person I write about is completely me, since fiction is not really my bag. Stories are often based on me, or my fantasies. Which is probably why they lack excitement and drama.

Julie really is my name, though MPB isn’t. Well it is to one person and he doesn’t need to read anything to know who I am. I wasn’t creative enough to develop my own clever pseudonym and anyway wasn’t all that troubled about people knowing my name is Julie. Of course there are a lot of people, mainly of a similar age with my name and so I can remain relatively anonymous. If you knew my surname, that would be different, I am the only one of me on Facebook and I have never met another. There is no need for anyone on my blog or Twitter to know my surname, unless I am buying something from them.  For the Smut Marathon I gave myself the name Jones, which goes reasonably well with Julie.

As I grow older, and as my career comes to something of a close, I am less worried about discovery as a sex and kink blogger. No one is going to sack me now. However I do have people to protect, those who wouldn’t want to know and definitely wouldn’t understand. So, best I retain that final bit of anonymity. After all, it will also serve as protection to me, from myself.

One of the questions asked as part of this was: is your anonymous/pseudonymous online self a secret or more a form of protective “camouflage”?

The answer is probably the latter.  I show much of myself on my blog (in words and pictures) and am open about who I am to those who meet me. But still I wish to retain something of a screen. Yes camouflage.

Sharing the love – SoSS #4

Many of my posts come from the many memes that our fellow bloggers organise on our behalf. It is difficult to keep up with them all. I find when I am writing lots, I have little time for reading and vice versa. This week I have written less than of recent, though what I have had to say has been reasonably profound.

I am really pleased to have contributed to the newly re-started Food For Thought Friday, on the topic of oral sex. As I have often stated, there were very few blow jobs and cunnilingus in my life before I strayed from my marriage. I was particularly struck by Indigo’s experiences. Firstly inexperience and fear and then later by the menopausal effects of the way our bodily fluids change in smell and taste.

Also through FFTF I found Eugene Noale’s blog. I loved his post Cinnomon and Cumin, but also I am really pleased to have discovered him. I love the photos of him and his open, honest and deep words. His post about his marriage, struck a note with me, given the one I am now free of.

That brings me to something I feel I need to say about the whole #SoSS thing. I know it was set up as a way of making sure people see the great words that are written each week. Plus the beautiful pictures that are posted. Words and images that mainstream social media would like us to keep to ourselves. May Moore spoke on Twitter about being Shadow banned again. This means that only those who follow May (and others who are shadow banned) can see her twitter posts. Without others sharing that information then, her lovely photos for February Photofest won’t be seen other than by those who already know her.  Kayla discussed the matter of shadow banning and other social media censorship on her Smutlancer blog this week. Essentially she says that we have very little influence over the social media companies and should just do our own thing. I think she is right, but then I haven’t been shadow banned (yet).

I have been troubled that most people’s #SoSS only refer to blogs that their followers tend to know about and follow themselves. It would be really nice if we didn’t just promote people who are shadow banned, but also anything new we have discovered this week. I discussed this with Bacchus from ErosBlog on twitter and as he quite rightly pointed out SoSS wasn’t specifically meant to raise awareness of new blogs. But he did agree that I had a point (and I am always happy for people to agree with me).

So apart from Eugene Noale’s blog, which I only found this week I would also like to promote Dayliacatt on Fetcetera. This is a blog written by a slave who is every bit as feisty as I am ( perhaps more so), who like me is relatively new to the M/s lifestyle and who with her husband and Master is enjoying a new lease of life. She writes about her life and is also a very talented artist. Do go and take a look.

Have you ever?

I just love it when I find new blogs to read, especially when they are original, informative and well written. Where the people involved in the blog feel real and what’s more, it turns out I have been missing out on something. All of the above is true here, this meme is from Ami, whose blog I hadn’t visited until today, so here goes:

Have you ever, ever, ever in your long-legged life…

1  Stood on top of a very high mountain or cliff, looking down at countryside, or out to sea?

Oh yes, my favourite would be a house where I stayed in Bodega bay, Northern California. It sat way above the beach, facing the Pacific Ocean. A beautiful place where you could sit upon the deck or in the hot tub and enjoy the view. Wonderful!

2  Lay on your back on a hot summer’s night, listening to the crickets chirping, and watching the satellites as they chase each other across the heavens?

A few times when younger we went camping and that was when I can remember lying back looking at the stars and listening to the wildlife, including crickets.

3  Skinny-dipped at midnight?

During the mid 80’s ex-hubby and I took a holiday to Cyprus. For probably the only time in our marriage, we hooked up with several other couples, hanging out with them in the evenings and having amazing fun. One of the things I did (though hubby didn’t since he doesn’t swim) was to get in the pool late at night, naked. We were all in our 20’s, in new relationships having a wonderful time. We were also drunk!

4  Intentionally or inadvertently swum with sharks?

Nope. There was one holiday where it might have happened, but a freak storm arrived and we got wet on the boat without even getting into the sea!

5  Broken a bone in your body?

Luckily no

6  Driven a car at speeds in excess of 120 mph? (yes, I know it’s illegal, but the motorway was very quiet at the time)

I don’t think I have been in a car that goes that fast!

7  Played “Pooh Sticks”?

Yes, with my son and his cousins; Great fun.

8  Run in a “Pancake” race?

At my son’s primary school, yes. I wasn’t the winner!

9  Had your eyelashes dyed?


10  Ridden a horse naked?

I have rarely ridden a horse and never naked.

11  Punted down the River Cam? (or any other river)

I have watched others punt on the river Cam, but haven’t done it myself. It may well be more fun to watch the mess other’s get into!

12  Played tennis in a short white tennis skirt whilst wearing minimal knickers?

Sadly no.

13  Helped an inebriated husband up the stairs at 2 in the morning?

Too many times yes. I also helped him up after he fell out of the car, out of a hotel bath he has fallen into while going to the toilet. He wasn’t a frequent drinker, but when he did, he never knew where to draw the line!

14  Been too scared to get out of a swimming pool whilst on holiday, due to a very large Doberman sitting on the edge watching you? (no-one was around at the time)

I don’t go to those kind of places!

15  Sat in a deckchair snoozing happily whilst the sound of leather on willow echoes distantly in your ears?

Oh yes, my dad and brothers played cricket every weekend growing up. The days when you could snooze in the heat of the sun were rare sadly. My memories are more about huddling under a blanket!

16  Taken a ride on the Maid of the Mist under the Niagara Falls?

No, but I would love to do that!

17  Climbed up something – rockface, climbing wall, rope in a sports hall, long ladder, tree – and been too scared witless to climb back down?
Yes, and sadly I was ru

Yes, and sadly I was rubbish.

18  Been too liberal with the “Eau de Cologne” which then ran down where it shouldn’t, which in turn caused you to hop madly around and rip your knickers off and throw them as far from you as you could?

Don’t think so, no

19  Made snow angels?

Yes, with my son when he was little.

20  Lost a shoe in a ploughed field on a moonlight walk home after a party?

I was chair of the PTA and remember one night where ex-hubby went off home because he hated that we had to stay behind to clear up. I walked back with some other parents across a ploughed, muddy field. I didn’t lose a shoe, but I arrived home caked in mud with my heels ruined.

21  Shrieked loudly, due to being spanked hard, and frightened away a visitor/s who turned and ran back down your drive – and now you never will know who was about to knock on your door. And you are desperately hoping they will never ask…

No, but Master is sure that I have aroused interest in the neighbours at both our houses. Not just though spanking, but as a result of sex.