• A Malkuth of Me,  Updates

    The State of the Muse Address

    Now folks, it’s time for a State of the Muse Address. The muse, donning skin tight jeans and a flogger steps back to reveal my metaphoric bare backside, now marred with raised red welts from where the flogger came down against my emotional flesh. “Where are we?” he asks. “Yellow,” I tell him, fighting back a whimper. He lifts an eyebrow, knowing I’m…