Kincaid is stirring. As I put it recently to a dear friend, she's strapped down to the laboratory bed, the ceiling is wide open, the storm is brewing... all we need is a bolt of lightning.

I'm not sure how I feel about this. The Celexa has wrecked the libido which used to be Kincaid's main psychic fuel. I still have a lot of lingering guilt around D/s stuff after the Seattle blowup. I'm not sure I'm ready _prepared_ to take on a ringleader persona again.

But there she is. I can't pretend that ain't her bubbling up through the cracks and out of the plumbing in crazy dayglo colors. And I think we might in fact still need her. So many people are DOING the things Kincaid was about and, expired lavavixen warranty be damned, I want me and my friends back in.