This site has been around in one form or another for five years. Five years. That is an eternity in internet years but not really that long in terms of human history. I've evolved as a person. Kev has evolved as a person. We've evolved together and you've been along for the journey as we got engaged and ultimately married. I hope you've changed in the last five years, we all have room to grow and learn as individuals and together. A friend asked me about my hobbies and I told her about the site, halfway crying but mostly proud at what I've accomplished. She saw the site, dumbfounded and asked me who else was working with me on it. I gave her a blank stare and a smiled back as if to say... just me ?♀️. I thought for a moment and corrected myself. While I've maintained the site, the wonderful group of mostly anonymous internet inhabitants have really been the driving force behind the site. Without you, my attention would have fizzled and I would have moved on to some other shiny object.
Evolving your man is not a journal. I've been exceedingly shitty about chronicling my life as the events unfold. You as the reader get flashy headlines about me getting married and then I fail to write the follow-up about the actual events. Why? Selfishly because I don't want to retell the story of my life. I want to share the feelings and the emotions that it makes me feel. I want to share the
EYM is a thought blog, a place for me to come up with a topic and prove it out. Many of my blogs pull information from psychological journals, twitter and pop culture magazines. A mixture for disaster but it all comes together to formulate some thoughts and opinions that I personally find compelling. The site is about giving everyone a voice and a place to feel welcomed. This is inclusive of everyone; especially those who are still trying to figure out what sexuality, paraphila and gender mean in the context of their own lives.
We live a pretty normal life. No white picket fence, just two people in an apartment with menial jobs. We lead a fairly vanilla female led marriage. We talk through important decisions but ultimately I have the final say. Our bedroom is less boring, we embrace sex and sexuality. You will find me prancing around the house armed with my strap-on flip flopping back and forth with a glass of wine in hand. You will find Kev wearing only his cage, his smile and a can of the latest fancy six dollar craft beer. He and his friends are obsessed with beer lately but I can't really get in to it.
My hobbies include going to the gym once or twice a day and just recently gotten into knitting and needlepoint which is just as nerdy and old lady as it sounds. Kev is locked the majority of the week I usually lock him on Mondays or Tuesdays and unlock him on Sundays. He enjoys his Sunday spillage and we look forward to setting aside some intimate time just for us to appreciate each other.
We make it a point to get him pegged once or twice a week and have sex (minus his orgasm) a couple other times a week. He is a cunning linguist or cunnalinguist or whatever we call someone with top notch tongue skills. In addition to the two of us, we've recently started inviting a couple of new male friends as exploration of our latest kink. Kev and I like to learn the ins and outs of sex, desire, jealousy, energy, compersion and everything else that makes us tick. Our kink is each other, we are both very lucky and appreciate so many things about who we are individually and how that makes us better together.…
