
In the probably-forgettable movie Made In Heaven, seen in my impressionable youth, a new soul falls in love with a guy named Mike in heaven, and then, after she’s born and grows up, although she doesn’t remember him directly, she writes a children’s book called “The Care and Feeding of Mike”. The sweet little phrase stuck with me, and now when I think of care, I think “The Care and Feeding of…” Urg. I have so much want. I want to continue the dialog I entered into with my celebration of male submissives post, reading others’ spectacular writings and leaving comments that make me seem like I know what I’m talking about. I want to keep engaging with Fizz and Chaos of Lab Coats & [read more...]





