Thank you

This morning, I woke up with my husband, and, as is my wont, checked my email on my Kindle Fire.

The Fire couldn't check my email. I opened the web browser, and mine and Kitty's blogs had previously been open there. Hers loaded up fine, but mine gave me this:

I've seen this message before, on other people's blogs when they suddenly go missing, but I'd not done anything! I had been using my account just last night. I was terrified at the prospect of months and months of my writing having disappeared due to some random snafu. When I saw Spanky's comment under Kitty's post, I realized it wasn't just me, something was wrong.

I ran to get my computer, responding to my mom's "What are you doing up?" with a "My blog is gone!"

"Gone? How?" (she knows I write a lot even if not exactly what, so it was a big deal)

I didn't know, but I tried to log in and I was gone here too. Not just some random Kindle/Spanky snafu, then.

That handy little "I can't find my blog on the web, where is it?" link led me to a verification page which explained that Google had shut down my account due to some suspicious activity, most likely someone trying to break in to my account. On that page, I could enter my mobile phone number that Google already had (thankfully!) and they sent me a verification code via text message to restore my access. I changed my password to a much more secure one.

Checked my email. Kitty was worried. Fondler's Anonymous was worried, in fact, sent me that screen shot, which of course I didn't have the presence of mind to take myself.

Checked Spanky's blog. Spanky was worried.

To everyone who's expressed a message of support and noticed that I went completely missing for no apparent reason: Thank you so much.

It feels very much like I'm a well-loved part of a community here.

Seriously, guys, you all rock.

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Update: How to back up your blogger blog

Out of place

Sometimes I feel out of place, blogging from a place of practically no angst and from within my happy marriage, which is not a complicated relationship at all - just a joyous one.

We're on a fantastic adventure together, but the journey is not just these things we do, it's life. It's full of wonderful things that are not sex - snuggling, long talks, walks around the city holding each other's hand, road trips, watching Doctor Who, playing with and teaching our boy. I can't blog about all of that here, because the sex part is so "scandalous" I can't be identified. As if it even matters what consenting adults do in privacy. It shouldn't, but sadly that's not the world we live in right now.

I read a lot of truly amazing blogs, with deep thoughts reflecting on D/s, on relationships, sex, power, politics, consent, abuse, and love.

I feel a bit like a castoff sock sometimes, growing moldy in the corner as I relate the magnificent sex I had, yet again.

But that's why I started the blog, really. I didn't truly have any issues to sort out - though I have sorted a few minor ones, and had my own share of epiphanies. I started the blog to give me a reason to regularly write about the sex I was having. It's incredibly important to me to get the narratives out there - this is hot to someone.

I told my husband that I regularly feel intellectually dwarfed by the people whose blogs I follow. He raised his brow and said "You?" as if he found that difficult to believe.

Yeah, me.

So if I'm reading your blog, and I don't comment, it's often not because what you had to say wasn't comment-worthy. It's because what you wrote is good enough I feel any comment I could make would just be along the lines of "Hey duuhhhhhh I like it, derp," and you get enough comments already that are more thoughtful that I don't even want to waste your time.