Four years ago I stood in my kitchen, surrounded by the trappings of my married life, and I heard the beginning rumbles of the explosive divorce that would rip my life apart. As I teetered on the precipice of personal and marital destruction, the idea of Vagina Antics was born. The first person I told, and the person I wanted to share it with most was my best friend and confidant, the person you know as Nikki Blue.
From that moment forward, our journey became a shared one as we forged new territory: the titillating endeavor that is sex blogging. We both got divorced, we both moved out, we made new friends through our blog, we won awards for it, and every step of the way we shared our new sexual and emotional experiences with our readers. Every week we looked forward to sharing with you.
In four years a lot has changed for both Nikki and me. Our paths are diverging, but not in a bad way. We’re growing and expanding in ways that make this blog feel a little tight and a little restrictive sometimes. As a result, Nikki and I both have done a lot of soul searching, and Nikki has decided to move on to different and new projects.
I didn’t realize how sad I would feel even as I encouraged her to follow her passion. Nikki leaving VA is like… my peanut butter with no jelly. Sigh. As sad as I feel, I’m also excited about new changes with the blog. Where am I going next?
At this moment, I have no fucking clue.
What I do know is that I’m grateful to our readers for sticking with us through the bumps of this transition. And I’m most grateful that I had four years writing with one of the most incredible women I know. She’s still my best friend, and she’s still the first person I call for the good and the bad. I’m a lucky girl to have had this time. Now I need to have a good cry.
(sniffly) Hugs,
Heather
I never imagined there would be a day when I would say goodbye, or how hard it would be to do so, but that time has come. Heh. Come.
For nearly four years, I’ve chronicled my sexual evolution and my kinks with an honesty I never knew I was capable of. I’ve shared with you the excruciating pain of my darkest secrets, my fears, and feelings. Sweet Jesus, the feelings. I hate (love) Heather a little for making me rip open the scabs, but in doing so, I was able to truly heal, mostly. However, I know I still need therapy to work through some pretty heavy stuff–lots of it. I’m not even kidding.
I am beyond thankful for you all; the friends and connections I’ve made. If I could give super-big squeezes to each and every one of you, I totally would. Well, everyone except the creepy dudes with grabby hands. You know who you are.
I’m still here, I just won’t be here. And I’ll no longer tell tales as Nikki Blue, but as myself instead. My writing has taken me down a different path, one that in my heart, I think I’ve been on all along. You can find me on Facebook as Nikki for a while longer, but soon, I’ll transition to my true name. So, keep in touch; say hi, but for the love of God, NO MORE DICK PICS.
Hugs & kisses,
Nikki Blue aka Robyn Michele
