What’s up 2019?

I resolutely resolve to have no resolutions.




I do endeavour. I like that word – Endeavour – as in I will try hard to do or achieve something or I will make an attempt to achieve a my goal.

This years targets and goals:

  • Start and finish three fics.

  • Complete 3 updates on all my WIP

  • Write 500 words each week.

That means I have my work set out. I have to pull up and get on with it. I’m gonna need a lot of self motivation! So I have bought myself multiple journals, calendars and I am ever hopeful (good lord I use that phrase too often) that my endeavours will bare all the fruit. The fruits of fruits.

See ya! And watch this space. 😘

You’re Not Racist – But You’re Certainly Something. 

You may have seen my Facebook post in the last year or so regarding my run in with Black History Supporters and the blatant disregard I received for being light skinned. If not? Here’s the below post verbatim.

I’ve gone past the same black guy handing out Black History pamphlets every morning in the freezing cold.

Today, being polite I thought I’d stop and get one. He said I could have one for a donation of my choice. I offered $1, he then said it was a minimum donation of $3??? This was just off putting.

At this point mum came over to get me moving (we’re off for coffee), a second older black guy tried to collar her by saying;

“It’s okay for white people to support black people!”

For some reason my response was…

“She is! She gave birth to me!!”

This second guy looked so offended. Like I’m not black enough for his cause. Like my light skin just wasn’t the shade he could preach about.

#OhWellHisLoss #MyHistoryAsWell

The reason I’m bringing it up again, is because it’s happened again(!)

This time it wasn’t as insulting and I could laugh it off as they appeared to mean nothing by it? But it still gets to me on a certain level. It makes me question why it’s so different here on the other side of the Atlantic.

Where are we going ‘right’ that others are going so ‘wrong’. [I’m being overly broad with right and wrong, but I’m venting, so whatever].

Again, I’m walking with my Mums – this time through Time Square (before it was Union St. in Toronto) – anyway, as I pull ahead, I hear

“Don’t be afraid to shake the hand of a negro!”

I turn back and this dude has collared my mum to get her to buy his ‘music’. Hopeing my mums don’t say anything that can be taken the wrong way, I track back and hear

“I’m not afraid to shake the hand of a Negro!!?! I’m from London!”

OMG! I near panicked my little heart out. My mum just said negro… back away mum, back away!!!

Thankfully, the guy thought my mum was super entertaining. He’s all “Hey! That your mums, that’s cool, white mums, little half’n’half, you rock that!”

At this point I’m speeding up and doing the WTF is this dude on? Smile. Smile and walk way 😬

Seriously though, do I attract people with racial chips on their shoulders? Is there some sign I’m unaware of that just shouts out ‘SAY SOMETHING RACIALLY INSENSITIVE, I WON’T MIND 😒’.

Short story short? I just don’t get the racial prominence on this side of the pond. I know I’ve been racially and sexually marginalised as I’ve grown up, but it’s not something that I deal with on a day to day basis. It’s not thrown in my face, and whilst I’m aware and very much care about the current political climate, I don’t feel like I’m part of it, if that makes sense. I watch it, I absorb it and then I move on.

A subjugated group cannot be racist – they can only be prejudiced .


Author: Myztic Myan Moon
Genre: Pre-BDSM
Relationship(s): She/Him
Content Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het, BDSM Culture, Rope Play, Depictions of Sexual Acts.
Summary: She drifts peaceful,pulled under by her own weight. Ebbing to and throw, the light grows dimmer. Her focus on Him. His on Her.

Scene I

She lay within the ropes, secure and safe. He had left the room; this was not for Him, this was wholly for Her.

She has requested space, not from their games but from her Dom. He understood that He could not always be the dominant mind in the room; sometimes She need to dominate her own dynamic.

Her thoughts cleared, Her pulse slowed, the tempo becoming the dominant sound within the room. She lightly swung from left to right, rocking to a rhythm that only a true subspace could induce.

Left. The lights mellowed.

Right. The air warmed.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.

She closed her eyes. Drifting towards a swirl of colours, sounds and even scents.

She was at absolute peace. He had allowed her to be in control of Her space. Though She loved their shared sub drops, there was nothing like being left to find her own way.

He ahead not completely left her, He observed her quietly from the far side of the room. He watched as She succumbed to her own dominance over Her dynamic.

She was beautiful.

She was complete.


Scene III


Author: Myztic Myan Moon
Genre: Pre-BDSM
Relationship(s): She/Him
Content Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het, BDSM Culture, Rope Play, Depictions of Sexual Acts.
Summary: She submits to Him. But submission is a two way street and He must learn to submit to Her.

Scene I

It’s not the comfort. It’s not the pain. It’s not even the humiliation that She craves.

It’s the total clarity of Her submission. Her. Submission.

She had handed it over. No words were spoken, no eye contact made. She had knelt at His feet, kept her head down, palms raised and balanced; She had offered Him the coiled rope.

This was the change. Gone was the playful roughness. No more pretend forcefulness.

Full. Absolute. Submission.

Full. Absolute. Dominance.

Full. Absolute. Trust.


Scene II