Thursday, September 13, 2012

Rewards and Dismissals

Sissies.  One rewarded, one dismissed.

First the one rewarded.  I have a new sissy and he (still holds on to the masculine pronoun)and I have what I call 'date night' on a Friday night (when I am available).  I say he is new, but we have conversed now for several months and I believe our chats are the highlight of his week.  Yeah, I know!

Anyway, he loves to wear sexy girly undies.  What a surprise, yes.  And I've been helping him with his wardrobe, giving advice and making it fun to dress up.  He is always polite and fun and silly and I thought he deserved a little reward, so this is what I found for him:

Sort of fun and very girly.  I think he will love them! 

And whereas that sissy is in my good panty book, another one is not.

So, I am sitting at my computer, minding my own business when an instant message comes through from a sissy I've known for a very long time...

kneeling (9/3/2012 3:56:21 PM): Oh how I miss you! Can you

kneeling (9/3/2012 3:57:11 PM): Make me do embarrassing things?

kneeling (9/3/2012 3:57:44 PM): Money is NO object!!!

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 3:58:43 PM): hi

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:11:01 PM): Availabl, you th?

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:11:15 PM): i am here

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:11:58 PM): I am in public, please EMBARASS me

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:12:23 PM): Can I call you?

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:12:47 PM): ok

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:13:12 PM): Money no object

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:13:29 PM): so you said

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:13:52 PM): Name your price

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:14:19 PM): price for what?

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:14:23 PM): I have been ... Well. ....

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:15:18 PM): How much money do you need?

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:16:18 PM): kneel, i dont know your situation nor what you are expecting nor how you would intend to tribute me.

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:17:05 PM): i dont know how you can send me money either... if you still have …....

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:17:27 PM): I am humbly at your feet

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:18:12 PM): I, as of today, have …......

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:18:28 PM): Name your price

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:18:30 PM): ok

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:18:36 PM): lol $100

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:19:12 PM): Not NEARLY enough

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:19:23 PM): 200

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:19:56 PM): and i can keep going up

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:20:42 PM): Not even close, whatever

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:21:28 PM): lol

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:21:32 PM): 300

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:22:14 PM): Still not close

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:22:31 PM): are you messing me around, kneeling neil?

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:22:49 PM): I am I

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:23:10 PM): N the mall
kneeling (9/3/2012 5:23:34 PM): Hoping to be embarrassed

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:23:47 PM): yes, i know

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:30:02 PM): you've gone quiet

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:41:45 PM): so, basically... you just thought you'd have a bit of fun and then disappear?

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:43:52 PM): Now I am..... Well .sorry

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:44:07 PM): you totally messed me about

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:44:16 PM): which i have never done to you

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:44:23 PM): I have much $$$$$

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:44:56 PM): you messed me about

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:44:59 PM): I know

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:45:12 PM): I'm not happy

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:45:22 PM): I don't deserve you

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:45:36 PM): no, you really don't

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:46:03 PM): and now.. you can just piss off

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:46:11 PM): AAAAGRH

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:46:58 PM): PLEASE what can I do?

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:47:43 PM): I will do ANYTHING

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:47:49 PM): be honorable... don't mess me about

kneeling (9/3/2012 5:48:21 PM): Tell me $$

Ms Beverly (9/3/2012 5:48:36 PM): i already did
The conversation then came to an end.

He totally bated me and after this nonsense, I wrote and told him to permanently piss off and that the only thing he said that made any sense at all was that he didn't deserve me. He didn't, he doesn't.

So, when does one decide when to reward and when to walk away? I tend to reward when I've been rewarded, usually by a sissy going the extra distance for me, or when he has been generous with Me. 

As for walking away in disgust, that rarely happens, but when I feel disrespect...

Goodbye to all that, and on to the next.

Ms. London.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012


I have written of this sissy before, and he often answers to the name 'stupid',  I have been talking to him for years, and know his weaknesses (there are many) and strengths (there are few), and over the years he has become more a degenerate sissy than any other I speak to.  I guess that will be his claim to fame.  Anyway, this email was written by him to me, and it goes way back, but I thought I would share it here as it gives some insight into the wannabe cuckold state of mind: the lack of self-confidence, the low self-esteem, the need of humiliation, and obsessive desire to be treated as worthless.

 Dear Mistress Beverly.
I am writing this to explain just why I feel like and know that my beautiful Goddess (xxx) would be much better off if she cuckolded me as I deserve. I am a worthless piece of shit –and certainly do not deserve access to her beautiful pussy and gorgeous tits ever again. In a just and fair world, I would be allowed access only to her arse and feet (and only when I have been exceptionally good)

I have always mostly been submissive in my love making with Goddess (xxx) – and over time she has some to enjoy inflicting pain on me, sitting on me and allowing me to worship her feet. She however has always loved more than anything being held down and fucked – often while being called a slut/whore, having her hair pulled and generally roughed up a bit. I used to do this fairly regularly, but whenever I have tried it over the last 6 months or so, I have not been able top keep it going for the whole session and at some point she has taken over again. She has lost the ability to suspend reality and see me as a dominant Master type figure like she (and most women) crave!
Over the last three months she has become more aware of just how obsessed I am by feet, boots and shoes. She calls me her little foot freak – and at least 9 times out of 10 when I fuck her, she smothers my face with her feet while I cum (especially if I am having trouble getting fully erect) A couple of times recently I have actually cum with all 5 toes of one foot in my mouth!
On top of this I am obsessed with being beaten, degraded, humiliated and I hide this from her and call sex lines to pay women to treat me like this
I am also obsessed with younger women, on the street, in real life and on TV. I am mostly obsessed with the beautiful xxxxx,(I'll leave that name as is (changed to protect the innocent and I was paid to change it!)) Mxxa, Lxxa, Exxy and other friends – and the idea of being enslaved by all of them! 

So – to sum up the reasons why I am worthless – and why the beautiful Goddess xxx, plus young slut xxxx and her friends would all be better off without me are as follows:

I am always submissive and pathetic, never able to deliver what a women really needs and wants.

My willy is small, plus I have a lot of trouble getting and maintaining erections. More and ore now-a-days I need to be roughed up, humiliated and/or smothered with feet before I can become fully aroused.

I spend all of my spare time fantasising about ladies that would never touch me, plus wanking furiously and acting like a complete desperate loser.
I have loads of hidden lingerie, toys and photos.
I am pathetic, worthless and disposable.

Perhaps some of you can relate in some 'small' way to my stupid boy.  Not that being a sissy/cuckold has to be this way.  I don't believe it has to be. But, take a look...  the boy can't help it! 

Friday, June 8, 2012


As I have discussed here before, there are those who like to step over the guardrail of common sense and caution, and throw themselves into the murky dark Waters of Threatened Blackmail.  When will they learn, when will they learn...
'If you your lips
Would keep from slips,
Of these five things beware:
Of whom you speak,
To whom you speak,
And how, and when, and where'

So here we have Joe Williams, 36, single,in the construction business, residing in Pittsburgh, PA.  A frequenter of adult book stores,  adult theatres, public bathrooms, and on and on.  Check out the reviews for The Downtown Adult Cinema, Akron, Ohio.  Apparently, Joe is a real movie buff !

Anyway, he wants (does he really?) to cum clean, and be exposed for the deviant submissive that he is.  He acknowledges that he really can't do this on his own, and so has requested I help him 'out''.

Here is a preliminary written confession, authored by Joe Williams.

-  begging for cock in the hallway of an adult bookstore.  I actually had tears in my eyes as I pleaded with every man there to use my holes in whatever way they wanted.
-  paid a female escort to fuck me with a strap on while i watched gay porn
-  licked cum off the floor of a booth in an adult bookstore
-  got bent over a seat in an adult theatre and fucked in front of a small group of men
-  went to a bathhouse with CUMDUMP written on my ass with a sharpie
-  arranged to meet a man from craigs list in a mall parking lot and gave him a blow job in the middle of the day.
-  licked the toilet seats in a truck-stop
-  walked out of a booth and through an adult bookstore with cum all over my face

So, where do I fit in?  I listen, I accept, and I watch him self-destruct.  Reminds me of an article on George Michael, the fantastically good-looking singer of the WHAM years.

Snippets taken from Mailonline 6/8/12
George Michael today spoke candidly of his drug use and cruising for sex with strangers, saying 'it's just who I am'.

The 46-year-old defended 'cottaging' on the Heath, saying it was 'nicer' than picking up men in bars.
'The handful of times a year it's bloody warm enough, I'll do it. I'll do it on a nice summer evening. Quite often there are campfires up there,' he said.
'It's a much nicer place to get some quick and honest sex than standing in a bar, E'd off your tits (high on ecstasy) shouting at somebody and hoping they want the same thing as you do in bed.'
Asked why he cruises for sex when he could get any gay man he wanted, George replied: 'I do get anyone I want. But I like a bit of everything. I have friends up there, I have a laugh.'
  Michael claims that he unashamed about cruising. “I don’t know anybody who actually goes to Hampstead Heath at two o’clock in the morning for anything other than playing about with another member of the human race. If they are there, then they are a little bit strange or they just don’t know the local area. A very large part of the male population, gay or straight, totally understands the idea of anonymous and no-strings sex,” the singer said.

Well, Joe Williams is just who he is too.  He can't change who he is, but he can 'own it' and if owning it means he self-destructs, I'll be around to step over the pieces.  Ouch!

I have encouraged him to put himself on a well-known adult site. Eros is the God of Love.  Don't you find that just too funny?  Love could not be further out of reach than in the web of Eros.  

I am not sure how this will progress, but it will be interesting to see if and how it plays out.

Ms. Londoncalling
p.s. Where in the hell is Rachel?   And, kneel... you got caught (thankfully, through no fault of mine).  Stay in touch, even if it is just to talk it over.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


What is one to make of this?
I suppose it may be the earliest “formal” portrait of a tranny
After killing a friend in a moment of insanity, Hercules  sought the counsel of the Oracle of Delphi and tried to steal Apollo’s stool, the kind one sits on. His sentence: to serve as a slave to Omphale, Queen of Lydia, in drag, of course.

The artist Bartholomeus Spranger’s sweetly touching rendering of a scene from their time together, Hercules and Omphale, c.1585, captures a moment of tenderness sure to lighten the loins of any of my followers: the abject strongman in a pink frock sits on an elaborately carved low chair, an old hag scolding him over his shoulder, a sneering putti above, and Omphale standing seductively in front of him, the skin of the Nemean lion slung over one shoulder and holding his favored weapon – his club. Oh, girlfriend: don’t you just wish she would trick you out and take control of your club, however meager?
Spranger’s work (why do I keep thinking Springer? Or Schwinger?) certainly isn’t a formal portrait. I mean, Hercules didn’t sit for it, now did he? No, he didn’t. But just imagine the shame he’d feel now, millennia later, seeing himself in his pink frock on the Internet. I don’t know why, but he reminds me of so very many people I know.
Who knew that Hercules in pink would be such a role model?

 And, speaking of role models...
Omphale, regal, statuesque--looks to me like she knew just how to make good use of that club.

I would like to mention here that Omphale eventually ended up fucking taking Hercules as her husband (bride?)

You see, hope really does spring eternal.

Ms. Londoncalling
signing out.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


We all know there are some penis issues here.
Some don't want a penis
Some don't want a big penis
Some wish they didn't have such a small penis
Some like to handle a penis that isn't their own
Some just like to look at a huge penis brilliantly performing
Some just wanna wank whilst salivating over...
Well, you get the gist.

For those with a sense of humor regarding the penis - 'cause look, the penis has given me moments of giggles, laughs, and on various occasions... much pleasure, (as I'm sure it has you) - check out

 You can workout without touching the 'issue' at hand, and maybe learn a technique or two.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

VOTING JANUARY 24TH do your bit now!

Ask not what you can do for yourself but what you can do for Freedom.  Please write your Represenatives to vote NO on SOPA. 

Sunday, January 15, 2012

So, this morning, I am over at The Telegraph, and I come across an article that, although does not relate to sissies as such, I thought it worth mentioning here.  What also came to mind when reading said article, is a long-time caller of mine who definitely seems addicted to...  the way I make him feel.  Yes, not so much to me, but more how he feels when we have our little 'financial domination tete-a-tetes'. One day he tells me that he doesn't want to do this anymore and that he has booked himself in to a three day program at a retreat for addicts.  I remember telling him he was wasting his money, that it would be better spent on me--that he didn't even have a sex addiction because we never engaged in any sex talk (well, not in the 'old school' phone-sex way).  Anyway, he didn't agree with me, and off he went...

I got a call from him.  There was a familiar echo, one I recognized as the telltale 'bathroom echo'.  (I am such a pro!)  He whispers down the phone, "I need you..."  Well, I laughed and laughed.  "That's going really well for you, isn't it"  I said, sarcastically.  Yes, he was calling from the retreat! 

 I AM YOUR THERAPIST, silly!!!  The difference is:  I am honest and have no problem in saying, look, this is the way it is.  You can't run away from your own basic desires. I can help monitor and use sanity where using sanity is the last thing on your mind, and I can be wicked where wicked is wanted.  I can be an outlet, I can be your Muse, and I can be your secret; I can be anything you want.  BUT, I can't make those needs and desires go away.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I am not against therapy or the use of medication when needed.  But, I tend to feel that saying  'I am Sex Addict' is  more a euphemism or just a wimpy excuse for fucking around on your partner.  Own it, damn it! 

Anyway, here is the article.  To agree or not to agree, is your own question.
By Dr David J Ley
6:30AM GMT 08 Jan 2012

A few years ago, a 33-year-old man called Tom came to see me for therapy. Sandy-haired and nervous, he worked as an accountant and came to the appointment with his attractive young wife, Sarah. Tom looked like a man in trouble. Sarah had caught him coming out of a sex shop and, after being caught, Tom had admitted he’d been going there once a week to have sex with other men in the video booths.
Tom blamed himself for his poor choice, saying he had "got horny and didn’t think". But Tom’s wife disagreed: "That’s addiction, right?" she said to me. "He’s addicted to this, to going to these creepy places and having sex." Sex addiction is the psychological disorder du jour. When powerful men — from the golfer Tiger Woods to the actors Charlie Sheen and Michael Douglas – are caught sleeping with women who are not their wives, their standard response is to hold up their hands in rueful acknowledgement, check into a therapy centre and announce they’re embarking on a course of treatment for sex addiction.
In Woods’s case, this reportedly involved a period of celibacy, behavioural therapy, trauma work, "relapse prevention counselling" and one-to-one sessions on shame reduction and "setting sexual boundaries".
And these things don’t come cheap. A month’s treatment at some residential centres can cost more than $37,000 (£23,600). In California, a church called New Life Ministries charges $1,400 (£900) for its three-day "Every Man’s Battle" workshops (for men who believe pornography and lust have taken over their lives) and runs a website that sells books, compact discs and DVDs for men, women and adolescents who have "failed in their battle for sexual purity".
There is even a kit for soldiers, shipped in a camouflage box, designed to help men resist sexual urges while deployed in the military. In 2009, this organisation made nearly $8 million (£5 million) from selling its self-help material and running its seminars and workshops.
Sex addiction is big business. And, thanks to the British director Steve McQueen’s film Shame (released this Friday), which shows a sex-addicted executive played by Michael Fassbender grimly trawling the streets of New York in search of his next "fix", it’s a hot topic once again – an "epidemic", according to more than one headline. But despite all this, there is no evidence whatsoever that sex addiction is a valid psychiatric disorder. And there probably never will be.
For more than a decade, I’ve worked as a psychologist, treating issues of sexuality in my clinical practice, in several states in the American south west. I’ve seen scores of patients who have what most people would consider to be a highly active sex life, but I haven’t diagnosed anyone, ever, as being "addicted" to sex. I’ve publicly challenged the validity of sex addiction, and this has brought me trouble. I’ve been accused of being "evil", "dangerous" and "heartless". Sex addiction therapists have attacked me — I’ve even been accused of being a sex addict myself, told that I am in "denial" about the danger of my own sexual desires.
But the fact is, there’s no standard definition of sex addiction. It hasn’t been recognised as a bona fide disease by the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the medical profession’s bible when it comes to mental health, so, instead, there are a dozen or so competing definitions and no two psychotherapists who apply the concept in the same way. A diagnosis is based on a therapist’s own idea of what constitutes an excessive amount of sex. But the mistake all these "experts" make is to try to apply the characteristics of drug and alcohol addiction to sex, claiming too much sex works like a drug, causing cravings, withdrawals, tolerance (the need for increasingly powerful "hits") and a downward spiral in which sex "takes over their life".
There are many embedded moral concepts in these definitions, all of which suggest that sex is dangerous, shouldn’t be "enjoyed too much" and that something that creates imbalance in a person’s life is inherently unhealthy. However, people like Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Teresa made single things the overwhelming focus of their lives — and yet these lives of "imbalance" are not judged unhealthy. Some "experts" have argued that sex addiction is more like a compulsion, others that it’s a reaction to sexual trauma, though there are many people who’ve been abused and have none of these problems, and many people who have sexual problems but were never abused.
Most importantly, unlike those who’ve become dependent on alcohol or drugs, an individual who has been labelled a sex addict faces no serious physical consequences if he or she suddenly goes "cold turkey". Nobody in history has ever died from wanting sex and being unable to have it. Wanting something that you don’t have and being dissatisfied, even sexually, is a condition that people around the world deal with every day. They cope with it without losing control, without lying, cheating and manipulating, and without proclaiming themselves an addict.
Most in vogue is the theory that people can become addicted to pornography and, in particular, internet pornography. Men are supposedly lost to the powers of the internet, "clicking" themselves out of jobs, marriages and finances.
I don’t deny that porn is a powerful stimulant. It directly targets aspects of male sexuality that have driven men to seek sexual variety throughout the aeons. But is this addictive? There are no studies that say so. Porn exposure is almost universal in men and if it had the destructive effect that doomsayers claim, we would be awash with sex crime, and every day would look like the erotic chaos of Carnival and Mardi Gras. In fact, as porn access has increased, sex crime has decreased. We cannot say porn has caused this decrease, but we can say that the availability of porn through the internet does not cause inevitable, unstoppable loss of sexual control.
No one proves this point better than Phil Varone, a rock musician who used to play the drums for a band called Skid Row. As well as being an accomplished drummer, Varone has also been branded a sex addict — he has admitted to having sex with more than 3,000 women. But, on an American reality show, Celebrity Rehab, Varone denied he was an addict. "I never considered myself a sex addict because sex never screwed up the rest of my life or my ability to function at a high level," he said.
Whatever one might think of Varone, you have to give him credit for one thing: he’s prepared to accept full responsibility for his actions. It’s the way a diagnosis of sex addiction is used to somehow absolve men and women (though mostly men) of all responsibility for their actions that is, in my opinion, the most malign feature of the sex addiction industry. Many of the true believers reject all the science and research that confronts their theories and work desperately to find ways to justify foolish, self-destructive choices and sexual behaviours. They blame these choices on neurochemicals, porn, a history of sexual abuse and myriad other factors, all of which can help us to understand how and why people make the choices they do, but none of which, ultimately, takes away control or personal responsibility.
In 2007, a 52-year-old Illinois public official called Felice "Phil" Vanaria pleaded guilty to misconduct and bribery after telling a massage worker that, if she performed oral sex on him, he would give her a job in county government. But the job didn’t exist. When she found this out, she filed charges. At trial, the official proclaimed himself a sex addict, and pleaded for treatment rather than punishment. He was sentenced to 30 months’ probation and ordered to undertake treatment for sex addiction, after which he was allowed to work again. Sex addiction is a fictional disorder, and should never be accepted as evidence in court. It’s not an excuse.
One patient of mine was diagnosed as a sex addict decades ago. Convicted of sex-related crimes, he was defended in court by a psychiatrist who said the man’s addiction to sex meant he wasn’t accountable for his behaviour. Years later, this man told me: "I don’t believe I was ever actually addicted to sex, though I think we often act impulsively, without considering the consequences of our choices." People can choose to be in control of their behaviours. But it’s not just the supposed "sex addict" who thinks the diagnosis will make life easier. I’ve also spoken to many women who said their belief in sex addiction helped them tolerate their husband’s infidelity. It was easier for them to believe their other half was sick than to acknowledge he was selfish.
But where does this view of sexual desire — that it’s some sort of monster that cannot be controlled – come from?
In America, the centre of the sex addiction industry, it is the inevitable by-product of a long war against sex by social and religious institutions. As far back as the American Declaration of Independence, Benjamin Rush, one of the founding fathers, declared that masturbation and sex were the cause of scourges and illnesses, including blindness. One hundred years later, physicians John Harvey Kellogg and Sylvester Graham believed spicy foods inflamed the senses and encouraged sex and masturbation. Bland foods like cornflakes and Graham crackers were actually developed to reduce the urge to masturbate.
After the liberated fun of the Seventies, the next decade brought with it a very sobering and frightening aspect of sexuality. The spread of HIV and Aids gave rise to a deathly fear of sex, particularly promiscuous and secretive sex. And in that fear, sex addiction was born.
It is this part of the sexual addiction myth that is the most dangerous. Sex addiction tells people that sexual desire is a destructive, weakening thing, and that the only way men can control their sexual desire is to excise it, and ring it with fear and prohibitions.
But sex is not a disease. In fact, it’s good for you. Research shows that men who have more sex live longer. Women who have more sex don’t live longer, but those who enjoy sex more do live longer (and apparently more enjoyable) lives. The more sex people have, the fewer days they take off from work. When sex is called a disease and too much is labelled as dangerous, it takes away a healthy part of life.
The concept of sex addiction is not going to go away. It’s too convenient an explanation. But the people who struggle with their sexual behaviours deserve to know that it is something they can control. I think it does them a disservice to tell them lies.
It also damages our views of what constitutes a healthy man. If male sexuality is inherently addictive and dangerous, then a healthy male is one who has no sexuality. That’s a frightening and emasculating concept. Treating sex as evil leads to more secrets, less control and less responsibility. I help patients identify how and why they came to be a person who made selfish, self-destructive choices that involved sex. I invite them to see their sexuality as something that is in their control, just like any other aspect of their life.
Tom, the patient who had been having secret sex in video booths, eventually admitted that his behaviour had been partly a result of stress and partly a result of a failure on his behalf to admit that he liked to have sex with both men and women. Eventually he decided he hadn’t been addicted to sex, but had been making bad decisions in his life, and sex was just a part of them. He resolved to confront his problems and deal with them. "Sex," he admitted, "was just a distraction."

David J Ley's 'The Myth of Sex Addiction' (Rowman & Littlefield, £19.95) will be published in May

Friday, January 6, 2012


So, my little sissies, the holidays are over.  All the Christmas Pudding eaten, and Christmas Stockings put away.  All the New Year cheers have been made and it's time to get SERIOUS.

Oh no!  How does a sissy get serious????  Good point.  Let's say it's time to get seriously sissified..  Make your Resolution List and stick to it.

Here are some suggestions from one who makes resolutions every year.

1.  Leave a comment occasionally on the wonderful blog of Ms. London.
2.  Every day try to find something nice to say to a female
3. Lose weight or get in better shape, especially working on the waist and legs
4. Try to wear more pastels
5. Be more respectful of your betters... you are supposed to be submissive
6. Be more accepting of who and what you are
7. Spend less time searching for porn (good luck on that!)
8. Don't be wanking off unless it is beneficial in some way to another

As for my own...   Well, one is to write more posts on this and other blogs I pen. 

This is also a time for reflection on the year that has left us.  Did you do all you wanted to?  Were there things you could have changed?  What did you learn?  And, is it worth the struggle for the things that you want?  Perhaps the New Year will bring you the answers if you don't already have them.

So, with no more ado... I WISH ALL OF YOU A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Ms. London, signing out...