About the pretty thing

I always debate writing about nebulous things, because this, with the pretty thing, is not really a ‘thing’, but it’s a ‘thing’ in that he is getting inside my head, and when someone takes up residence there, I want to write about it even though it is difficult for various reasons (I’ve written about this blogging dilemma) before.

The pretty thing contacted me about 3 months ago, an articulate, chatty introduction email in response to my initial workout post calling for people to come join me. He wanted to join me.

In his introductory note was this little … Continue Reading

Loves: 26
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Inexperience is hot

I don’t seek out inexperienced submissives, nor do I like submissives *because* of it, but I do love inexperience. It is fresh and sweet and innocent.

When I bring an inexperienced submissive with me into a kind of relationship that he has never been in before, I get to see everything with fresh eyes, as if it’s the first time for me also, and in so many ways, it *is*. I get the incredible privilege of being part of his exploration, I get to watch him as his world expands, I get to see a man who has ‘been there … Continue Reading

Loves: 22
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Look, pussies!

I get sick of ‘porn pussies’ and how their ubiquitous uniformity makes women feel as if their vulvas are abnormal/ugly/embarrassing/wrong.

Women are bombarded with enough ways to feel bad about ourselves (don’t even get me started on the idea that now our *orgasms* aren’t good enough unless they are multiples that are triggered by a man just touching us lightly with a single finger, and where we squirt buckets all over the walls).

I’ve written ranted about labia fascism before, but really it’s more than just that. Most women don’t get to see a lot of pussy, even when women … Continue Reading

Loves: 7
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Moved

Not ‘moved’ in an emotional sort of way, but in a ‘physically moved house’ kind of way.

This is my fifth day without internet access. I have briefly snaffled access using an old mobile broadband thingie that I forgot I had. I am hoping to get connected for realz today.

Not having internet access is a strangely isolating experience for me. It makes me feel kind of anxious to not ‘talk’ to people I normally have pretty regular exchanges with. My twitter peeps have been kind enough to fill the void with some sweetness and silliness, thank you!

I’m not … Continue Reading

Loves: 13
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Introducing the pretty thing

This is my pretty thing.

Young and nowhere near me, he tortures me from afar. Also, he does yoga.

pretty thing

Yeah, I know, right? *swoon*

Curious?

More on him soon.… Continue Reading

Loves: 17
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Procrastination

I’m moving on Monday. I hate moving. I hate packing, I hate unpacking, I hate change. I hate it all.

So I procrastinate.

This is what it looks like (imagine me dithering about this whole time…):

Right, I’ll do the clothes that I know I don’t need this week.
Wait, I need to put them in that big box, why are those clothes in that smaller box?
Oh yeah… ha! Old work clothes. I should probably throw them out.

*paws through clothes in smaller box*

Hey, that’s pretty cute, I’d still wear that… and that!
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Loves: 12
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Shit Ferns says #5

Random stuff, no context…

Suddenly, I will be cunty mcfuckface and you will be all ‘woah! WTF?’ and I’ll be all “Yeah IN YER FACE!!”

DICK! Also, he’s probably RACIST.

I have dubbed the annoying pain in my side ‘Harold’. Harold is short and pudgy and sweaty and very annoying. I have given him a name so I can say things like “Fucking Harold wouldn’t leave me alone today!” or “*sigh* Can’t run, I will wake up Harold”.

…now I have that site plus a google question “How big is an orca’s penis” forever logged against my identity. By the

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