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Poetic Pussy Craft


A journal of a woman's empowerment through the journey of life
A compilation of rants, poetry, and other folly.
Subject matter is random and vast.
Your input is not necessary within, but welcomed if done with respect.
~ENJOY~


* All material except for some pictures within are now copyrighted as intellectual property including the name Pussy Craft*

Freedom Will Make The Phoenix Rise
Postad:10 juni 2023 3:36 am
Senast Uppdaterad:21 februari 2024 3:05 am
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For the first time in a long time...
I am not looking for any man to be by my side
I do not desire being in service to any Dom, and am finding pleasure in topping...
I am changing, like a phoenix rising from the ashes....
And it feels good.

I've envisioned Tim up there, in some other after life realm, and he is smugly smiling. I've heard him in my ear, telling me that he always knew he would be the last to own me. The funny thing is...I never really expected any different.

Have I moved on, or am I grieving endlessly? I hate both of those very false assumptions.
No one ever "moves on" from grieving over someone they love. Tim made an indelible print on my life, that will never go away. I have simply learned to cope and adapted to life without his physical presence. However, I still can hear his voice, and there are times I hear him dryly respond to something someone says. I can feel his hug and his kiss, as if it were yesterday, and not three years later. He is as real to me now, as he was when he was alive. I have conversations with him when I am troubled by our child and where she is in life, as if we are still cuddled in the dark and whispering between laughs. That's just the reality of connection when you had been D/s 24/7 with a deceased spouse for over a decade.

Could my trajectory change?
Maybe....although I really don't want it to.
Thank goodness I finally learned to make the next one meet the bar, or else it isn't worth it

"Yea… ya wanna know what's great? Last night I woke up in the middle of the night to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich… and ya know, it was my kitchen, it was my refrigerator, it was my apartment… and it was the BEST peanut butter and jelly sandwich that I have had in my entire life.."
Wendy, St. Elmo's Fire

Song for this post
Don't Dream It's Over - Crowded House

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Return of the PussyCraft...
Postad:6 juni 2023 7:30 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:15 februari 2024 12:27 am
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YIKES!!!
I AM BACK!!
You really should have been done wih me by now.
I'm starting to make the grand oldies timeline of Alt.
I remember when they gave bloggers, ahem, props....
Yeah, the good ole days. Remember them?

I remember when Mr Faust and I fought in the top 10
When Mistress Echo was haunting about....
When a certain someone who did a certain something to someone I knew ran off and ....
Yup, I been here a while!!!

This summer marks 17 years. The Artist, and my favorite masochist among many I could name and miss...The Aussie comes to mind a lot...

Expect more to come...
I'm pitching a movie right now

Song for this post
Let Me Love You - Mario
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How Does It Feel?
Postad:6 juni 2023 7:00 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:9 juni 2023 11:31 pm
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Sasha looked at her wine glass while Brittney started prying. "Are they all really big?"
Sasha rolled her almond shaped eyes. "Don't be ridiculous"
She peered at Brittney with a little disgust at her ignorance.
"Well, I didn't know!" Brittney rolled her eyes in return.
"They aren't all big, but when they aren't average, oh my god can they be big!" Sasha grinned and blushed a little.
"Really? Like, how big?" Brittney queried quite interested.
Sasha looked her dead in the eyes, her own glimmering, "Like so big, I begged him to stop, and you know I like it above average. I have seen and felt a few. If they're too long, it hurts. But even if they aren't, a black man can have this natural alpha dominant side that is sensual and passionate. Makes me a little wet just thinking about..."

Sasha flirted into Brittney's ear as she grinned her mischieious grin. Sasha knew Brittney was wet already and bet, if she stuck her fingers into Britt's panties, that is what she would find. This gave Sasha a little chuckle, that dark side emerging as always...

She twirled away from Brittney instead, settling on the chaise and gazing into the flames with fluid grace. Sasha's mind tumbled back to giggling while between his legs. He would smile in purest pleasure and be raw in not hiding it..She traced the rim of the wine glass slowly with her manicured fingernail and the pad of her fingertip.

Song for this post
How Does It Feel - D'Angelo
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Therapist Is Now In Session
Postad:23 maj 2023 12:20 am
Senast Uppdaterad:6 juni 2023 11:13 pm
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I fell in love with BDSM when I stumbled across it in Yahoo Chat, 25 moons ago. Although the idea of bondage, whips, chains, and kink was hot as fuck to me, it was the basic tennets of BDSM and the promise of therapeutic benefits.

BDSM therapy is the new buzz phrase. Now, of course, studies reflect that there indeed are therapeutic benefits. We knew it all along. So while they were calling us deviant, locking us up, taking away our spawn, and calling us cuckoo - It was actually their fear that we would find out they were the ones who were damaged.

I've been trying to find a vanilla sheeple I could have a relationship with - But, I'm closing in on being done with that endeavor. I now remember why I left the vanilla sheeple to start with....They are FUBAR! The closest I've come is black men, as they are intrinsically more dominant naturally by the nature of their culture. In particular, I have found that the hustlers (dealers), just like the white bikers I knew, have the concept with a clearer understanding than others. Unfortunately, they still are freaked out about our kinkiness. Wrap your head around that irony....Only gangsters get it because they operate in a hierarchal system.

Sometimes, I think ignorance is bliss. Then I awaken, when I am doing a session, and the guy says he has been married for 30 years and never once has confided his fetishes to his wife. Yeah I don't want that kind of hell on earth ever. Nah, not signing up for a life of misery. It is that moment I feel so damned lucky to be aware and open with those who count.

But back to therapeautic benefits...
I have worked through the following damage list through the arts of BDSM, in particular D/s:
1. I no longer have nightmares that make me awaken screaming
2. I am able to now voice my feelings, desires and dislikes with equal thought and recognition of my coping mechanisms.
3. I have quit harming myself in seeking to dull the pain from childhood sexual traumas
4.I have learned being an empath makes me a better Domme.
5, I have embraced who I am and don't care if I make the vanilla sheeples uncomfortable, OK so I enjoy making them squirm and cast their judgmental perspectives. It actually makes me laugh.

So tell me....Have you experiences traumatic releases and found BDSM therapy to work for you? How and what traumas?

Song for this post
Twisted - Joni Mitchell

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Ghetto Flashback
Postad:6 mars 2023 12:04 am
Senast Uppdaterad:20 october 2023 5:10 am
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Sasha watched him sleeping. His beautiful soft brown skin was amazingly without wrinkles, even at fifty years of age. He had a smile that would light up a room and his brain worked at hyper speed which was what had drawn them to each other in the first place. However, she knew that his career path so far was not favorable to them lasting.

She closed her eyes and felt a deja vu moment in her head. Soon she was seeing Dee behind her eyelids. Dee was her boyfriend for a time while they both were slinging on the streets. She started selling while she was a stripper, and continued it for a while. After she got clean, she was in the courthouse to get documents she needed and Dee's Auntie was two people behind her in the long line..

"Is that you Sasha?" She heard the old woman ask and Sasha turned to see her Warmth spread across Sasha's face, she had always liked his auntie.
"I'ts so good to see you. How are you?" Sasha said to the frail woman, as she hugged her.
"I am good, but you look like you are doing fantastic little mami" The woman puled back slightly to look at Sasha up and down with approval.
"How is Dee?" Sasha was trying to just be polite to Auntie
The old woman's face looked suddenly somber. "He ran up in a do.pe house trying to rip them off, and he died on their Kitchen floor"
Sasha's mouth fell open and shut as composed herself enough to give Auntie her hearfelt condolences. It occurred to her though, that had she not went to rehab, she might have been with Dee, and innocently she could have been dead too.

Sasha came back from her flashback and focused on him breathing heavy with sleep.
"How the fuck did I end up here again?" The thought lingered in her brain. Her hand reached up to touch one of his beautiful hair braids and the diamond ring glittered in the morning light catching Sasha's eye . Every night, he headed out to work the streets and she hoped he would return in the misty morning light. He had already done time for half his life, and she wondered why he could not beat the addiction of being a gangsta or OG, as he referred to himself.

She had not wanted to ever return to that career again and was glad she wasn't falling into the trap of thinking it was sexy. You never know who your friends are, sure you can get laid at any moment you want to, but even that is shallow. Sure you make more than any real job could pay, but look at the sacrifices he had made along the way., Sure, his clothes were all designer and he never even had to pay for a meal or groceries, but he would do life if they got him again. Being OG came with too many perks equally weighed out with danger and struggle

Sasha slid off the bed quietly and began her morning ritual of getting ready for work . The strain of R&B steadily piping out of the speaker played on while she walked out the door quietly

Song for this post
Crazy - K-ci & JoJo

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Almost Famous Southern Style
Postad:13 februari 2023 2:55 am
Senast Uppdaterad:6 juni 2023 10:56 pm
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It's been a hot minute since I graced my page with a post. Life is super busy with web site development, video production, hair, and the list goes on...

My local band music is trilling along while I cook and life is nice at 5 am. I can see the first vestiges of a sunrise trying to peek through the clouds. Purple and orange faintly glowing behind stormy gray clouds and wind pushing waves frothy and crashing on the cold beach...

I am a musician as you all know. That's why there is so much music on my blog, of course. I am certifiably a music geek. Local and regional musicians tend to know one another. My list is as varied as the tunes that became popular from my musical buddies...

Firehouse hailed from Charlotte NC , my home town. I dated Michael for 2 years before they went to LA to become a famous band. Had to go hear them at the Holiday Inn, backing this ancient singer, doing lounge tunes to make a buck...lol. The things you endure in relationships.
Somewhere, there is a photo of me in Prince fringed gloves, a bolero hat and mini skirt - topless... with my hands covering my breasts
"Don't Treat Me Bad", and "Love of a Lifetime" became hits in the early nineties.

Collective Soul out of Eastern NC
"Shine", "December", "The World I Know", "Gel" , "Heavy": All made big hits on your alternative stations in the 90's. Acquainted, met at a show in Charlotte with my friends from Animal Bag, a heavy band out of Charlotte.

Animal Bag and I were close. I was caught holding the broken stairrail in Boo's house...once again, topless. We were playing strip quarters His grandma caught me. Severely embarassing. Also scraped my boobs off on the road in front of their house while sledding on rum. Yeah good times GnR would have been proud. They made it to Headbanger's Ball before we lost Rich and Boo.They both succumbed to drugs.

~RIP Rich and Boo the full decks and BeHaus!!
this post is for you ~

Darius Rucker is from SC around Clemson and was lead singer for Hootie & The Blowfish. Met through my friends in The Megaphonics out of Matthews NC.
"Wagon Wheel" has made it as a country hit.

Alicia Bridges came out of Atlanta in the disco era, 1978. She and I met at a show in Rock Hill SC and have been friends ever since.
"I Love The Night Life" was a nightclub standard

Hung out with the bassist for Sugarcreek for a few weeks at 19. They made it to Star Search too
"Conquest for the Commoner"

Broke my foot in the mountains with the drummer for Antiseen...Yeah we were trying to make love on the rocks of a rushing river. It sounded good anyways...
The B-52s hailed from Athens area and so did R.E.M.
John Mayer came out of Atlanta, saw him in small bars for the longest.And Mother's Finest came from there too. I admit doing some illicit activities with the singer

Still besties with the guitarist from The Vandals, they made it to Star Search when we were 20 something...After, he got in a bath tub with his shorts on, when I thought he was being romantic The lead singer took me to a porn hotel with themes but I wouldn't do anything because he was too big lol No seriously!!!

Close friends with lead singer from Blue Monday, did her hair and makeup for photo shoots...
One good friend became the executive producer for music videos at Capitol Records...

James Taylor hailed from around Raleigh NC area originally. The biggest on our list, but I never knew him, just saw him play.

College was set on recording and sound engineering for me but while I attended: I sang for The Marshal Law band, then a rock band called Savant, and a Puerto Rican friend and I had a restaurant bar duet accoustic gig every week.
So now you know how deep my music relationship is and wow what a wild and strange trip it has been and remains.

"Penny Lane : I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriosuly, ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends."

Song for this post
Hello Cosmo - Animal Bag
Mirrored Shades - Animal Bag
Everybody - Animal Bag
Wooden Ships - Animal Bag

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PC Control - Educating Pros for SSC
Postad:23 januari 2023 12:15 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:15 februari 2024 12:28 am
14391 besök


I entered the lifestyle 26 years ago through my local community. As an open-minded person, passionate about BDSM, I used to look down on the faction of Pro Domme who charged for sessions. To me, this was capitalizing on our beautiful community and reprehensible. That was, until I was in need of income during the shut down. It was through the experience that I realized this was the only outlet for the subs who hired me.They could not talk to their spouses or were at risk of losing their assets if outed.

It also became apparent that the majority of women doing it were just escorts who had watched a few videos and were cheating these subs out of a SSC session done with finesse. Time and again, I have subs comment on how amazing one of my sessions are in comparison. Well, yeah...I have actually done everything they are wanting to experience, and from a sbmissive standpoint, which means I know how it feels before administering it.

Therefore, I am building a new online school for Pro Domme with local classes being arranged in person. You can find us on the face book thing under PC Control.
I hope you will join us and support our endeavor to educate.

Song for this post
Sick Like Me - In This Moment

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Feeling Like A Queen
Postad:14 december 2022 2:38 am
Senast Uppdaterad:7 februari 2024 3:16 pm
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I have taken to shooting pool again quite frequently. It quiets the chaos that is my brain activity. Living inside there could be a dangerous place, especially at this time of year. It has only been three years since Tim passed, and holidays can still be my dreaded time.

I shoot in a bar that a lot of black guys play and wager. Well, one of them has charmed me enough to go out with him. He is quite a beautiful soul, The first vanilla person I have dated in 26 years. He claims I have a sensuality that drew him in. I usually don't pay too much attention to flattery, but for the first time in a long time, I feel empowered and confident again.

I have always been in awe of the black culture and exalting their women to "Queen" status. It is an amazing feeling to be treated like gold and every inch of me loved. My imperfections are accepted instead of never being good enough. Black women are statistically known to have a more healthy view of their bodies than white women. My c-section scar and baby fat that never left is as loved as my face. He diminishes any of my self inflicted criticisms and makes me feel beautiful. He is helping me heal from the narcissistic fuckwit who tore me apart.

On a side note the narcissistic fuckwit is a racist and said to me he'd never date a woman who dated a black man. It gives me a little warmth in my heart that he is probably seething over my choices. Get over it fuckwit!

If you are reading this and feel like you are not ideal because some damaged Dom has made you feel not good enough, too fat, not perfect....You are beautiful because you are you.
If you have guaged your beauty based on the white establishment of magazine models and porn stars...You are perfectly imperfect and someone will appreciate it.

Sometimes we need a healer to help us out. It may not be a forever, but more of a right now. Be here now.
And I am back! Loudly Audacious and Confidently Lost

Song for this post
Confidently Lost - Sabrina Claudio
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Turning The Tables
Postad:24 november 2022 4:04 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:21 februari 2024 3:05 am
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She stood in the faint light admiring herself before putting on a little yves saint lauren perfume. The cold ball applied the liquid to her wrists, then her neck, and a dab on her cleavage. She had made arrangements to be at his home in 10 minutes.

The "date" service owner was a friend from her dealing days. Sasha had called him up in need of some extra cash. She told him they had to be older, married, and submissive in order for to agree. Five inches taller, her black heels would be perfect for stepping on his body, trampling, as he had asked. Sasha had experience ith tampling in her exotic dancing days.

Black silk stockings enhanced her very muscular shapely legs. Sasha stepped out onto the pavement and heard them clicking against the concrete. She got to her car and her phone jingled.
"Yes?" She answered
"Mistress, will I have marks after?" He queried a little nerviusly.
"Do you want marks?" Sasha said in a sultry voice
"Yes, please Mistress" He said excitedly
"We;ll see my pet" She let a chuckle follow "Be there in 14 minutes. Be ready and knelt on the carpet in the foyer"
Sasha hung up and drove off into the night, her LED beams cutting into the beachy darkness.

Song for this post
Sour Times - Portishead

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What Time Is It? Trivia Time!
Postad:20 november 2022 12:37 pm
Senast Uppdaterad:30 november 2022 10:07 pm
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Inquiring minds want to know:

How did you happen across the community or the idea of BDSM?

What did you think of it in the Beginning vs. Now?

Have you evolved? And what does that look like now in comparison to the beginning?

Did you find out you were another sexuality, or the same?

If you had one thing you would never have tried - What is it?

Do you think you will ever evolve out of BDSM? Why for your answer?

If someone were to tell you the government would come for you like henchmen if they ever found out what you were really up to in your dungeon...What would be your most aggregious toy?

Song for this post
Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? – Chicago (Leonid & Friends cover)
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