A Matter of Definition

Just a few disclaimers, here at the start. Something about names and naming and truth in advertising. This is not a blog about domestic bondage lesbian style,  per se. Though having someone cook and clean for me is a hugely appealing, I want to be clear that any Domimatrix Domesticata  scenarios, safe word or no, will not be unfolding here.  I will explore how identifying  as lesbian,  raising kids, running a home, and attempting, for the love of all that is holy and profane,  to shift my center from an external to an internal frame of reference does have a bondage /freedom dichotomy that pretty much runs my life.  I also want to disclaim a little about my blog tag:  Versa Girl.  First off, I am hardly a girl. Let me repeat that. Hardly.   Like long ago, distant memory. BUT  I liked the super heroine ring of Versa Girl, I like the word play with "verse",  I liked how phonetically familiar Versa Girl is with the "versatile." And if nothing else, that is what I am. Versatile.

I also have half a notion to combine this with The Artist Way work. I'm thinking about it. 

So I am looking at how have I written myself out of the equation of my life? How, in my fierce fierce independence, self sufficiency, and taking care of business head on approach to living, have I supplanted myself? Or rather,  how have I never realized the extent to which I have centered my life around ideals and belief systems rather than  my essential self?  We shall see, my dahlings. We shall see.