It's going to rain an inch today. I wonder how they know that? Outside there are few birds about, I wish I could show you the view out my window; of the bird feeder beneath the ancient Beech or what ever it is; the tiny river down the bank; the private boat docks across the way. At 9:00 AM, the world outside looks quite dreary, yet comforting; leaving me plenty of time to introspect.

I had read Lilli's story about Pixie, and that lead me to think of my Speech Pathologist named "Barbi", because of the name, mind you. No really that is her name and she is very smart, helped me a lot, and very pretty.

So, I started this blog because of my lack of understanding of the precociously nubile female protagonists in some of the stories here. While I accnowlege that they make great masturbatory fodder, I wonder if it is normal for me to want to keep my characters mostly clothed? In "Desert Princess", Khadija was kept mostly covered; in fact it was conditioned into her mind by the evil scientist, and she was certainly no warrioress! In the story I have been working on, Katia, is absolutely lethal, but absolutely covered. I have another story; Sci Fi, in which the protagonist starts out in a baby doll, but gets very conservative robes and pants.

Perhaps for some of us, our stories are merely commentary as we walk along the path to self discovery. I've just been burdened with some further revelation into my past and collectively, I am starting to see more clearly some of the reasons for my quirky presentation. It appears now, that we could have been Heugenots that came to America around 1635, and then my mother married a disgruntled Amish man. So, my background is so tightly laced that I can hardly think on my own at times. All that appears to color who my characters are.

Oh, I have discovered that my protagonists can be extremely licensious; enough to wear any man out, but only within the boundaries of Marriage. Oh, my very soul is this wild, wanton, warrioress I don't know who I am. Um, well I do, but am just having a bit of trouble expressing that. One of my friends says that my blogs are disjointed. For the first time in my life, I did not apologize for the way they are written. I like them that way! :) It's contemplative.