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Yes, I'm a Kinky Indian Woman. No, It's not hard
19 March 2016
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Let's just agree straight off the bat that I speak from privilege (presumably to the privileged). I, in no way, represent all of my country; even if I have seen a lot of its fucked up, I haven't experienced it first hand. I didn't grow up in a village steeped in caste issues. I didn't exist in an atmosphere where jeans and cell-phone use by women was named the prime cause for rape.
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About The Mistress Or About You
12 March 2016
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The words have not abandoned me               The rhythm is in each heartbeat Every moment I experience the resonance of poetry              … but still, another night passes in unspoken silence.
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Kink and Friendship
05 March 2016
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Friendship, as I understand, is a state of mutual trust and support. It may mean different things to different people, but for me, it was always about being myself with people I call friends. It was a relationship devoid of pretense . But strangely most friends I had at an early age did not come into this category..
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He made me cry...
22 October 2015
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You wouldn't know He is a sadist if you met Him casually somewhere. The first time I had met Him, we had chatted and laughed, I had seen his face light up from the naughty twinkles in his big, beautiful eyes (Oh, those gorgeous eyes...Sigh). But then that was before. Much much before I decided to submit to Him.
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Submission
20 October 2015
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Control A fickle fawn Delicate… Delightful… Daring… Too tight and I’ll break it, The harder it is, The more fragile it is. Too loose, And you don’t have it any more, It’s only a blurred line Like a dissolving illusion In a desert. Control, Can be caring, Can be scary, Can be subtle as the air you breathe And you need To live.
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