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About Mme. Mum

When I was little, Mum used to give me sweet-meats for breakfast. That's what I had every morning for years. I'd sit watching the people in the market and nibble the morning away. I have a sweet tooth now.

But Mum wasn't "all there." She was very excitable, with a tendancy to be needlessly dramatic. For a young child, it was very frustrating. Mum used to take me to the seedy bars where she worked--stripping for men with coin to spare. She used to dress me up in her clothes because I was quite tall and she was short. I was her little friend.

She'd take me on trips, too. We'd set out with no destination in mind. Eventually some kind traveller would let us hitch a ride in the back of their cart and we'd ride until Mum found a town worth staying in for a while. If wanderlust can be a part of someone's soul, it was in Mum's. I think I lived in five different homes before the age of ten.

One day I woke up and no one was home. It was the scariest day of my life. I was convinced Mum had left and forgot to bring me along. Hours later, though, she came back with an arm-load of new clothes and some toys for me to play with. She'd simply gone shopping, and forgot to tell me. I was so worked-up I couldn't make her understand... "But look, I've got you toys!"

When I was ten Mum left and never came back. I'm still not sure what happened to her. I was lucky enough--if you want to call it that--to be taken in by some of the local churches. Over the next six years I was in eight different homes. The longest I spent with any one family was from age 13 to 15. They were a strict bunch, and very conservative. Everything I did was wrong. For a while I believed I was evil incarnate. Even when I tried to be good, it didn't work.

It didn't help that something seemed to be wrong with my body. For some reason my arms and legs are longer than those of normal people. I was always really lanky. Even as a toddler I was gangly--head and shoulders above other children. I felt awkward and had no sense of grace. It took me a long time to get over it. I looked so odd the other kids would tease me without mercy. One of my foster-brothers said I should be a mummer with a circus, and the name stuck. From then on, people called me "Mum"--which is bittersweet as that's what I called my Mum.

I was the freakish girl who was always in trouble for some reason, so I embraced the darker things in life.

Once I was independent I nurtured my own power, and I wielded it. I became a dominatrix in part because it sounded glamorous, but mostly because I wanted control. A preiestess took me on as an apprentice and I began my new career. It was a stimulating experience--learning how to strip the facade off people and get to know the soul buried beneath.

Being a dominatrix was therapy. It helped me understand myself and learn where emotions came from. It also gave me an outlest for those emotions. I took back my own life. I don’t regret it at all. I did what I wanted, when I wanted. I could be who I wanted to be, no matter how bizarre – and I was bizarre.

After some years, I knew it was time to quit. The work was no longer stimulating me, I’d lost my passion for it and was no longer fulfilling. I got too full of myself, thinking I was almost omnipotent – "I’m the mistress!" When there is no joy in what you're doing, you know there’s no point doing it.

It's been two years since I left the church of Zon-Kuthon.

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