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Update version 5.2 by Caitie

Life on my planet keeps evolving and so does this blog. Rachel-and-Caitlin became Rachel-and-Caitlin-and-Eva late last summer, and we are as happy about this as we can possibly be. We are a stable, productive, happy triad of three women in love, living in a very loving poly-bi-queer-consensual-slavery-TPE-BDSM-M/s-whatever family we call the Island. This blog used to be Caitie's private little journal, but now it belongs to all three of us. If it doesn't say who wrote it, then Caitie wrote it and forgot to sign it, and if it's signed whoever signed it wrote it, and if you're confused and you're curious, just ask. Friend us if you want to be friends, we're friendly.

Caitlin's bio: Female, twenty-seven. Twenty-eight in May. That's my birthdate up there. (Rachel is five months older, Eva is three years younger.) Redhead, green eyes, American (subspecies Coloradan). Lesbian (subspecies lipstick). In love with Rachel and Eva and the Island. Status: Taken, in the middle of a triple. Married and collared to Rachel, her lover and slave. Eva's Owner and lover. Eva is my slave. I gave her my collar on September 7, 2008, and Rachel gave me her collar the same day. Yes, that means Rachel owns both of us. I like being in the middle. Family: Irish Catholic, both sides. Pretty good Irish, not so good Catholic. Raised girly-girl tomboy. Oldest of four daughters, father ex-cop, mother ex-teacher. I love them all when they let me, but most of all my father and my little sister Ciara. Education: BA from a big university, English major, recovering poet, uneasy writer. Trained in dancing, riding, shooting, self-defense, corporate espionage. Languages: English, a little Spanish, a little French, less Latin, a few words in Portuguese. Looks: Dancer, ex-model, five foot nine, about 126 pounds, athletic but a little curvy, fit, toned, a little freckled, a little tanned. Beautiful. Not bragging, not modest, not shy, it’s a model thing. Pierced and tattooed, a little. More soon. Personality: Sarcastic. Sentimental. Serious. Silly. Funny. Sexy. Smart. Finally getting a little smarter. Sexuality: “BBGBC: Born bi, gay by choice” (and by love and commitment). Lesbian first, bisexual second, ex-pseudo-heterosexual. Romantically and sexually polyamorous, ex-monogamous, semper fidelis. Curious, kinky, switchy, toppy, bottomy, maybe 49% dominant, 51% submissive, walking a tightrope between them. Very femme looks, mix of butch and femme talents. Ex-straight. Ex-closeted. Ex-virgin. Ex-slut. No, wait, my slut cred is current. Loves: Love, sex, women, shoes, sexy panties, rope, music, movies, books, dancing, talking, arguing, reading, writing, running, swimming, shooting, riding, uncommon knowledge, learning new things, falling in love again. Special skills and interests: Numerous. Bios for Rachel and Eva: Soon. Get busy, girls.

What's new: Eva! We all fell in love with her, but I own her. It was fate. She was a gift, and she knew it before I did. And then we fell in love. What else is new: Daniel and Joshua joining the Island last summer as Master and slave. Yes, the rest of us are still lesbians. The boys are gay too, nobody's going straight here. Current population of the Island: Eva makes nine, and maybe someday eleven. (Hi Ciara! Hey Kelly!) Girls still rule, seven to two. Island nine, world nothing. And the Island is who exactly: Rachel, Caitlin, Eva, Lucia, Stella, Veronica, Anna, Daniel, and Joshua. Ciara and Kelly have their passports and visas and all their shots but they aren't full citizens yet. Explain this "Island" thing: I can't, it's technically inexplicable. It's a mystery of the Universe, it's bigger than the whole world but it fits inside my heart, it's not a place it's a dimension, and it's just the place where I live. Who rocks your world and rules your heart and owns your life forever: Rachel. Who will live inside your heart forever and go with you wherever you go: Eva.

For Rachel:

Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

For Eva:

One fish two fish
Red fish blue fish
Black fish blue fish
Old fish new fish

For the three of us:

Three little maids from school are we,
Pert as a school-girl well can be,
Filled to the brim with girlish glee,
Three little maids from school!
Everything is a source of fun.
Nobody's safe, for we care for none!
Life is a joke that's just begun!
Three little maids from school!

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