Monday, March 30, 2015

Maker Monday: Ode to the 1950's - Philadelphia Cream Cheese Polynesian Cheesecake

 



Semi-Homemade Philadelphia Cream Cheese Polynesian Cheesecake

8 oz package of Philadelphia Cream Cheese softened
1 package of Pillsbury pie crust from refrigerated section
1 jar maraschino cherries
9 oz crushed pineapple
1/3 cup sugar
1 Tbs. corn starch
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp. salt
2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1 tsp. vanilla
Butter
Pecans finely chopped and/or toasted coconut (optional)

Blend 1/3 cup sugar with 1 Tbs. corn starch and add 9 oz. can of crushed pineapple with juice. Chop about 10-12 maraschino cherries and add to mixture as well. Cook over medium heat until corn starch has been activated and sugar is melted. It should be thickened and clear. Set aside to cool.

While fruit  mixture is cooling, blend softened cream chease, 1/2 cup sugar, and 1 tsp. salt. Add two eggs, one at a time, and stir into mixture gently. Blend in 1/2 cup of milk and 1 tsp. vanilla.

Pre-heat oven to 400 degrees.

Butter a 9 inch round pie pan put in one of the pre-made Pillsbury pie crusts. The butter is important because it will keep the pie crust from getting soggy. Perforate the crust multiple times with a fork to prevent bubbling during cooking. Pour in cooled Fruit mixture and spread evenly. Top with cream cheese mixture and sprinkle with pecan/toasted coconut (optional).

Bake for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 325 and bake for an additional 40-50 minutes. Cool and enjoy!

The Freedom to be Liberated




I suppose I have to put a disclaimer at the beginning of this. If you aren't into women’s liberation, you probably shouldn't keep reading. I’m not talking your average, politically correct feminist movement rhetoric. I’m not talking about demanding equal pay in the workplace, the right to work outside the home, a woman’s right to choose when it comes to reproduction rights, etc. I’m talking about true social and sexual liberation.  All women (and men) have a right to choose what feels right for them and their life, and that can change as they change. It’s not the world’s place to judge them for it, but to accept that we are all different and need different things in order to feel fulfilled and happy. If what makes me happiest doesn't hurt you or infringe on anyone’s right to be who they need to be, then there is no place for judgment. If these notions aren't something you feel you can stomach, I’d suggest you stop reading now … or don’t … it’s your choice.

That being said … I suppose here I go.

In my everyday life, whether I am leading or following, I am a doer. I plan, I organize, and I get things done. That’s what I am good at. I've been a teacher, a healthcare advocate, and an editor. Deadlines are a spur to action, and I’m good at getting things done in a pinch. I enjoy the challenge. I can work on a team, but I like doing things on my own and in my own way. I can be a tad obsessive compulsive about organization and promptness sometimes, but luckily I've made it work in my favor more often than not. I’m independent, stubborn (downright bull-headed at times I know), curious, adventurous, and more than a little impulsive.

In my personal life, a lot of those same things apply most of the time. There are some important exceptions though. I’m a submissive. I’m not talking this 50 Shades of Gray bullshit. I made the choice to pursue this avenue, to allow this part of myself the freedom to grow. No one coerced me into anything. I wasn't manipulated or tricked into it. I made and keep making a conscious, intelligent, informed decision about what is best for me, and so far I've found being a part of this lifestyle works well for me. I am a submissive, and I don’t feel like I’m betraying a generation of feminists to be one. It doesn't mean I’m submissive to everyone. I’m not a doormat to be stepped on by anyone who comes through it. That’s not me, and that’s not 99% of the people I know who identify as submissive.

Don’t call me a slave, and don’t treat me like you think a slave should be treated. Submissive and slave is not the same thing, and everyone has their own definition of each. I'm not saying it is wrong to be a slave. I have served under that title, and for that time with that person, it was right. There are positives and negatives as there are with any relationship. Most of it was positive. Still, for my own reasons, it is not a place I choose to go again myself. I don’t regret having experienced it once. It lets me know I can trust another person enough to wield that sort of control and come out the other side a stronger person for it. That’s not a bad thing to know about yourself. It's just not how I define myself and my relationships now.

I am a submissive, unapologetic and happy with that fact even though I feel like I have to defend my right to be one with some people. Being in charge is great, but sometimes it is just nice to not be in control. It’s liberating. I can hand over the reins to someone I trust implicitly, and I can be secure in the knowledge that together our power exchange needs will be met in a safe, sane, and consensual fashion.  Do you know how hard that is to find in any lifestyle? To be able to put yourself in someone else’s hands and trust them enough to say I’m yours for this moment, this hour, this evening, this lifetime? By nature, I don’t trust easily, so it is even harder for me to let go completely. When I am able to do that though … it is amazing.

The pleasure of knowing that I pleased the person I’m choosing to serve fills a void that I haven’t been able to fill with anything else. Despite the drivel literature mentioned above, it’s not necessarily sexual service. For me, it’s almost always not that at all. It could be shining someone’s shoes to a high polish  so that they look extra nice when we go somewhere. It could be reorganizing a kitchen cupboard with a friend’s needs in mind as I place each item. It could be hosting a dinner party. It could be wearing a collar and leash out to a club or a private event to show ownership if only for a night. Different people enjoy being served in different ways, and different submissives enjoy serving in different ways.

I’m also a sexual masochist. Nothing bad happened in my past to make me that way. My parents weren't abusive. I didn't have a bad home life. I’m not mentally ill. I’m just hardwired to feel some forms of pain a little differently. The right combinations of pain can be heavenly. It makes getting multiple hour tattoos very interesting and somewhat embarrassing.  There are Dominants and sadists who are masterful at providing interesting and mind-blowing combinations. It takes a certain level of finesse and creativity and patience to make it last as long as it needs to for all involved to feel satisfied at the closure. I let go of control, surrender to the experience itself … there’s nothing better. I’m not thinking about everything I need to do tomorrow or creating grocery lists in my head or worrying about this or that. It’s all emotion and sensation and sound and need and want and must have. It’s a give and a take of power, an intoxicating dance I hope I never have to give up completely. Sometimes it is slow and sensual and teasing, and sometimes it’s hard and fast and brutal. Sometimes it is playful and light, and sometimes it is scary. Combined with the Dominant/Submissive exchange, it can be gently loving or deadly serious. It depends on what each person needs at the time. With the right person, that exchange of power can be very very good.

Is my life for everyone? No. Is it for me? The past 23 years of experiences, good and bad, have proven over and over again that it is right for me. Are my experiences typical of those who share my lifestyle? I don’t know. We are all so different. Not every submissive is a masochist. Not every Dominant is a sadist.  There are so many labels, and not all of us can be easily defined with them. Is the lifestyle I have chosen to participate in inherently dangerous and abusive as unfortunately so often it is portrayed in the media? No. Is it always safe, and are the people always good, honest individuals? No. You get that with every group of people though. I've done things that are dangerous and stupid. Sure. I will be the first to admit I’m lucky that I haven’t been hurt. It’s been a trial and error process, but over the years I've developed a system of communication, negotiation, and safeguarding that has worked for me.

Maybe if we were more open about things like this, if we as a society were less judgmental regarding people who are different than the norm, we could have the discussions needed openly to create a safer environment for everyone involved. At this point, that responsibility falls on each individual person who chooses to be active in this lifestyle. No matter if you are submissive, Dominant, Switch, sadist, masochist, top, bottom, or something altogether different, you have to take responsibility for your own safety and well-being before you can do that for or with your partner. You have to choose if this life is right for you and then find out what version of it best suits your needs. I’m happy with my version, and I hope anyone else who follows a path similar to mine finds their own happy version as well.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Who Am I?

Phenomenal Women Art Print by Eliza Reisfield



What am I? Definitions of womanhood have always sort of evaded me. None of them work. I do not fit into the neat little boxes that so many like to use to define who or what someone is or is not.

I’m not classically beautiful, but I’m not ugly. I’m not super model tall, but I’m above average height compared to most women I know. My boobs and my hips aren't in proportion, but I've been told both are pleasing. Curvy doesn’t cover it when you have a 12-13 inch waist to hip ratio. I will never be twig thin. I don’t want to be.  I try and stay at a weight I’m happy with and I feel healthy at. Sometimes I succeed, and sometimes I fail at that part. I’m guessing no matter what size you are, that’s how things go sometimes.

I’m not straight, and I’m not a lesbian. Bisexual is too limiting for me to embrace. Can I be person-sexual … omnisexual … just sexually sexual? I've never claimed to be easily definable.

I'm one of those 40 Something women who do not have children. I'm still not sure how I feel about that. Did I want children? Desperately. Am I going to have them? No. My reproductive organs weren't able to cooperate with the desire to reproduce. It wasn't in the deck I was dealt. I have cried a lot of tears over the last several years about it. Now, well, it just is what it is. My body can't conceive or carry. Adoption isn't an option for us. Fostering would grind my heart into dust. My desire for parenthood doesn't define me. I can be whole without it.

I have a wife who loves me and who I love beyond measure. She's my partner in whatever I do, and I can't imagine my life without her. I had a lot of ups and downs on my way to meeting her. I had relationships that were roller coaster rides through hell, and I had a couple of winners too. I had some fun nights with people I never intended to have relationships with, and I don't regret them. I've made mistakes. I've made some great friends, and I'm sure a few enemies too along the way. I've loved with all my heart, and my heart has been broken. I mended it without anyone's help, and I will always be glad for that. I lost myself, and I found a version of me that I liked better.

Who am I? I can answer that. I’m intelligent. I’m blunt. I’m generous. Sometimes I’m too thoughtful.  I’m slow to anger and quick to laugh. I'm flawed. I'm an introvert and an extrovert. I’m sexy. I’m shy. I’m feminine, and I’m masculine. For good or ill, I'm Southern. I’m not naturally trusting, but when I love, I love with everything in me. I’m creative. I’m soft-spoken. I try to be lady-like in my manners if not my thoughts. I’d like to hope I’m kind.

Disconnected and Disillusioned

 I find myself feeling disconnected and disillusioned. Since my parents passed away five years go, the already thin threads that tied me to ...